I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 59 59: Mothwoman Charm

I'm not exactly sure why we ca to the mansion's living room. Well, maybe it's because the last ti I was here, we broke the bed fra, so all that was left to sleep on was this huge bluish sofa.

Moriah is stuck to like a termite to a backyard lightbulb. We lie down together, light the fireplace, and now the cold wind from outside is punishing my bones.

Even with the presence of several tiny hairs on Moriah's neck and arms and a sheet over us, it's not enough to warm up, so I have to maintain the composure that nothing is happening.

Moriah's four hands are squeezing like a teddy bear. One false move and I'll lose my whole spine in this ga.

"I love you, Darius."

For , it's hard to return the feeling. It would be easy to just respond without a second thought, but with this itch in my chest appearing when I try to move my lips, it's impossible. I don't really love her, it's just a sexual desire that will remain for a long ti as long as we're together.

I don't want to get deep into feelings or anything like that. It scares , it scares to share a bed with these people who can, on a bad day, snap my neck... and also, I don't believe I deserve this kind of thing.

Moriah turns and gets on top of , sitting on my lap and resting her fingers on my chest. She's naked, but what really draws attention to her divine body isn't her breasts or even the way every detail is visible, but her wings and eyes.

Her yellowish irises pierce my face with that trace of desire I've known since our first ti, but this ti it's mixed with a short little smile. It doesn't give off the impression of "I want to possess you", it's more like "I do possess you".

As for the wings, they've retained their previous colors, with golden spirals and pink tones. They are almost completely open to the sides, creating a psychedelic image where I can't exactly distinguish whether the sexual appeal of this woman is her naked skin or the insectoid demi-human parts.

I'm speechless. It's impossible to describe the kind of sensation going through , this urge to throw myself headfirst into wild sex and simultaneously just run away.

Even worse, the reason I want to run isn't because I'm afraid of dying, it's more because... this doesn't suit . It's all wrong, I don't deserve this loving style from another person.

Moriah scratches my skin with her nails, giving a sinister shiver. She leans her torso forward, the tips of her breasts touches , and her lips et mine. It starts slowly, as if she were nibbling on a fruit, only for a pair of hands to hold my face and the other to force to lean against her butt.

Honestly, now it's too late to refuse.

I squeeze as I always do and try to get so space in that kiss, a sha my companion is voracious and ends up using her tongue to chase away that urge.

The air escapes as I'm pressed against the sofa, until Moriah finally throws her head back, her long tongue cos out of her mouth. She retracts it, showing a flush of green hair in sha.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away. You're not in the mood, are you?"

"What? I'm always in the mood, woman, especially with you."

"Really...?"

Her little eyes light up with a silly happiness. Seriously, one day I'm going to die from being so nice to people and playing with their feelings like this.

"Really."

But my desire for sex speaks louder.

Moriah doesn't waste ti and returns to the passionate kissing session, forcing herself enough to almost keep inert. Almost. I manage to push myself up, and we sit with our bodies glued together.

I can even feel her moth nails drawing lines on my back muscles, like she's evaluating a piece of exquisite leather.

Worse still, her wings release a kind of pollen into the air, and I'm still breathing that impure air, which makes the monster in my pants writhe in pain.

She doesn't miss any of this. In fact, she tilts her head back as soon as she sees sothing poking out from below, and then brings one of her hands to my zipper and unzips it, before losing patience and tearing my clothes apart.

It's a horrible feeling to see her just dismantle anything in front of just like that, but I'm not in a position to complain.

Moriah moves away a little, then she bends down and sticks her butt in the air, touching the breasts on my dick and letting out a naughty giggle.

"I'm going to send you to paradise, my love..."

And so, she lowers her lips with a little kiss on the tip, before letting out her long tongue to completely wrap around the head. The beginning is with that irresistible teasing, wrapping around every part of the flesh without fear, showing an absurd muscular control that makes harder than bills at the end of the month.

She then buries my dick between the two mountains on her chest and plays at sucking just the top part. Damn, doing it like this, it's impossible to avoid groaning. It's scary how this makes stupidly aroused and gives an urge to fight the world just to eat this woman's pussy.

Moriah stops for a mont and raises her face to look at , now rubbing her breasts in rhythm. I think it's a torture chanism, to see squirming and begging for more. I won't say it, it would be humiliating... but now it's impossible to hold back.

I cum without holding back that moan deep in my throat. My cum covers her breasts and also gets on her face, but Moriah just uses both fingers to put it in her mouth and swallow it.

"Sweet..."

The moth-woman gets up, you can still see a little of my bodily fluid covering her breasts, but instead of just falling to the side and opening her legs, Moriah moves a little closer and pulls my hair.

"Suck , Darius."

Well, there's no way to refuse a request like that.

I grabbed her thighs and imdiately buried my face between her legs, but it was still more or less possible to see things from above, even if from a strange angle. The wings with golden spirals tremble when my tongue first touches her clitoris, then goes down over her lips and finally enters just a little.

I can tell she's already all wet, which is a huge advantage for .

"Ha... ~"

She takes a deep breath, her wings trembling with a slight beat. I squeeze the places I decided to hold and start sucking and kissing, alternating in slow movents, but this only makes her intertwine her nails in my hair. Ow, that hurt!

"More!"

More? Okay. I speed up the movent of my tongue, changing between sucking and exploring her inside. The way her legs tremble and she even bends over, with shivers going through her wings.

My face is sared with a lot of juices, and Moriah can't stand up, falling to her knees. I quickly clean my face with the blanket we got to wrap ourselves in, but she just stays there, trying to control her breathing.

That was good, but I'm still not satisfied, and Moriah notices this when she gives a discreet glance at my best friend growing again. Instead of staying put, she turns her back, rests her hands on the arm of the sofa, and throws her butt in the air, using two fingers to open her vagina.

"You can do a little more, can't you?"

With you doing this to , you can bet I can!