The Villainess Wants To Retire Chapter 440: MADNESS r18 pt 3

ERIS

I felt him cum again... deep, hot pulses that flooded until I was overflowing, his thick cock throbbing inside my clenching walls as he groaned low against my ear. The sensation was overwhelming: every spurt painting my insides, stretching even fuller, until I could feel the excess leaking out around his base, warm and slick against my thighs. My pussy fluttered helplessly around him, milking every last drop, and when he finally began to pull out... slow, deliberate, savoring the drag... his cock slipped free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn.

A thick gush of his cum followed, sliding out of In obscene rivulets, dripping down my folds and pooling beneath on the vanity. I watched it happen in the mirror... watched my swollen, glistening pussy push out more of him, my clit twitching with aftershocks... and felt a fresh wave of heat rush through despite the exhaustion.

Before I could catch my breath, Soren’s hand was there... two fingers scooping the creamy ss from my clit, gathering it with reverent care. He dragged it back up, pushing the cum right back inside with slow, polite strokes of his fingers, as if he were rely tidying sothing delicate.

"Your Majesty," he murmured, voice soft and courteous even as his fingers curled deep, pressing the evidence of his release back where it belonged. "You’re not allowed to spill a single drop. It all stays inside you tonight. Every bit."

I opened my mouth to argue... to tell him how impossible that was, how full I already felt... but the words died in my throat when he withdrew his fingers and lined himself up again. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, still slick with our combined ss, and then he pushed in... slow at first, letting feel every thick inch stretch open once more.

Then he fucked like he had a grudge.

His hips snapped forward with controlled brutality, driving so deep that the head of his cock kissed my cervix with every thrust. The pressure bordered on pain... sharp, electric, delicious... and I cried out, my hands scrabbling at the desk’s edge for purchase. In the mirror I could see everything: my face twisted in lewd, helpless pleasure, mouth open on broken moans, cheeks flushed crimson, eyes glassy. My breasts bounced with each punishing stroke, nipples hard and aching, and between my legs... gods...I felt my pussy stretched wide around his thick shaft, glistening and dripping, taking him to the hilt over and over.

Soren’s reflection was almost scarier: that polite, gentle smile still on his lips, blue eyes dark and focused, but there was sothing feral beneath it, sothing possessive that made my stomach flip. He looked like a man who had decided to ruin with the utmost respect.

I was shy... mortified, really... at how lewd I looked, how desperately my body arched into every thrust, but my mind was too scrambled from the relentless drag of his cock to care. He hit that deepest part again and again, each slam sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight up my spine, and I moaned louder, unable to stop the sounds spilling from my lips.

Then he slowed.

Mid-thrust, he ground his hips against mine, circling slowly, deliberately, letting the thick head of his cock rub and press against the hilt in a way that sent electric shocks through my entire body. I gasped, thighs trembling, my pussy clenching hard around him as the sensation built... too much, too deep, too perfect.

"Soren... " I whimpered, voice breaking.

"I’ve got you, Your Majesty," he said softly, almost soothingly, even as he began to move again... harder now, faster, slamming into with that sa polite ferocity. "Just let go for again."

I did.

Another burst of pleasure crashed over like a tidal wave... pussy spasming violently around his cock, squirting hot and helpless against his abdon as he fucked through it. The pleasure was blinding, my walls fluttering and squeezing him in rhythmic pulses that dragged him right along with . Soren groaned, low and reverent, and ca again... thick, hot ropes flooding my womb, overflowing around his shaft until it dripped down my thighs.

I barely had ti to catch my breath before he lifted ... effortlessly, like I weighed nothing... and carried to the bed. The sheets were cool and soft against my overheated skin as he laid down, but I barely registered the change before his mouth was on again.

He kissed deeply, tongue stroking mine in slow, possessive sweeps, then trailed lower... sucking one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before biting gently. I arched, moaning, as he marked with soft, reverent bites... first one breast, then the other... leaving faint red rings around my nipples that throbbed with every heartbeat.

His hands were gentle but firm as he spread my thighs wide, pinning them open with his knees. He folded in half... legs swung over his broad shoulders, my knees nearly touching my chest, our faces inches apart. I could see every flicker in his eyes, every shift in his expression, and when he lined himself up again, I felt the blunt head nudge my entrance.

Then I saw it.

His pupils... already dark with desire... slowly changed. The round black centers elongated, narrowing into vertical slits like a dragon’s. The blue of his irises glowed brighter, sharper, and for a heartbeat, I felt like I was staring into sothing ancient, sothing hungry.

Oh gods. I’m fucked.

Literally.

He pushed in... slow, deep, stretching open all over again... and I moaned, my walls fluttering around him as he filled to the brim. The position made him feel impossibly bigger, deeper, every inch dragging against my sensitive walls until I was trembling beneath him.

Soren leaned down, forehead resting against mine, eyes locked on mine... those slitted pupils making my heart race even as he began to move.

"Beautiful," he whispered, voice soft and reverent, even as he thrust deep enough to make see stars. "You take so perfectly, Your Majesty."

And then he fucked slow and deep, worshipful and devastating, until the world narrowed to nothing but him... his cock, his voice, his glowing, inhuman eyes... and the overwhelming, perfect feeling of being completely, utterly claid.