The Villainess Wants To Retire Chapter 180: Deny

"You’re swallowing my fingers so greedily," I observed, curling them slightly to stroke along her inner walls. "Like your body knows exactly what it wants even if you’re trying to deny it."

She muttered sothing incoherent, words dissolving into gasps and broken sounds as I continued working her toward climax.

I shifted my attention to her breasts, the ones I’d exposed earlier. Took one peaked nipple into my mouth and sucked, hard enough to make her cry out, then bit down gently before soothing the sting with my tongue.

Her hands, still pinned above her head, flexed and strained against my grip. Not really trying to break free... just needing sothing to do, so way to ground herself against the sensations overwhelming her.

I could feel her getting closer. Feel the way her inner walls were beginning to flutter around my fingers, the way her breathing had gone sharp and uneven, the way her thighs were trembling where they were still draped over my shoulders.

I worked her faster, my fingers pumping in and out with increasing speed, thumb pressing harder against her clit, my mouth alternating between her breasts with attention that bordered on worship.

She was right there. Right on the edge. About to fall apart completely.

And I pulled out.

Withdrew my fingers entirely, leaving her empty and gasping, her body arching desperately for contact that was no longer there.

Her face was pure frustration... eyes wild, lips parted, skin flushed with heat but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t acknowledge how close she’d been, didn’t beg to continue.

Still trying to maintain control. Still fighting.

I loved it.

Brought my fingers to my mouth again, licking them clean while watching her watch . "Would you prefer my tongue inside you instead?" I asked conversationally, as though we were discussing the weather rather than the many ways I planned to make her fall apart. "Or maybe sothing else?"

I ground my hips against her, letting her feel exactly what "sothing else" ant.

She cursed . Actually cursed, a stream of Solmiran profanity that would have made sailors blush.

And because I was apparently irredeemably terrible, her anger made want her even more.

I slipped my fingers back inside her, this ti with considerably less patience. Pushed in harder, faster, drove her back toward that edge with ruthless efficiency, my thumb teasing her bud in tight circles that had her moaning loud enough that anyone in the palace above us would have heard if we weren’t so deep underground.

Her lips looked so tempting... swollen and parted, gasping for air... that I couldn’t resist. I bit down on her lower lip, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough that she felt it, hard enough to add a sharp edge to the pleasure consuming her.

She was clenching around my fingers again, her entire body tensing as climax approached, and I curled my fingers inside her to stroke that perfect spot that made her vision go white.

Right there. Right on the edge again.

I pulled out.

She glared at with such pure hatred that I actually laughed. "You look so beautiful like that," I told her honestly. "When you look like you want to murder . When your fire is burning hot enough to incinerate and you’re fighting not to let it loose."

"What do you think you’re doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking with frustration and desperate need.

I leaned close, my lips brushing against her ear. "I never said you were allowed to cum. Not yet. Not until I’m convinced that you’ve learned your lesson about suggesting I’d want anyone else."

Her pupils dilated so wide they nearly swallowed the gold in her irises. The skin of her wrists, still pinned above her head, began to glow with gathering fire magic... her body’s instinctive attempt to burn through the restraint keeping her prisoner.

My ice magic responded automatically, suppressing hers before it could manifest, creating a feedback loop where our powers cancelled each other out and left her even more helpless than before.

I laughed at her attempt. Couldn’t help it. "Did you really think fire would work against ? That I haven’t spent the past weeks learning exactly how your magic responds, exactly how to counter it?"

She was glaring at with such intensity that I was genuinely surprised I wasn’t actually burning.

But instead of backing down, instead of showing rcy, I decided she hadn’t suffered nearly enough yet.

I stroked her spot with my fingers again. Slowly this ti. Patiently. Building sensation with deliberate care, watching every micro-expression cross her face as pleasure built and crested and was denied.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each ti I brought her right to the edge of release before pulling away, leaving her gasping and desperate and increasingly incoherent.

By the fourth denial, she was making sounds I’d never heard from her before... broken whimpers, breathless pleas that weren’t quite words, desperate keening that suggested I was destroying her in the best possible way.

By the fifth, she’d stopped trying to maintain any dignity whatsoever. Was writhing beneath without restraint, her hips bucking to et my fingers every ti I thrust into her, her body chasing the release I kept denying with single-minded desperation.

She was making an absolute ss... her arousal soaking my fingers, relentlessly dripping down her thighs, coating the glowing moss beneath us until it glistened in the bioluminescent light.

And I was enjoying every second of it.

Enjoying watching her lose control. Watching the careful queen dissolve into pure need. Watching her realize that I held all the power here, that her pleasure belonged to , that she would only be allowed release when I decided she’d earned it.

"Please," she finally gasped, the word torn from her throat like a confession she’d been trying desperately not to make.

I smiled, dark and satisfied and absolutely unrepentant. "Please what?"

"I can’t—" She cut herself off, so last shred of pride refusing to finish that sentence.

But I heard it anyway. Heard what she was begging for without saying it aloud.

And decided she’d suffered enough.

For now.