'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 31: After the Storm(Elise)

The door wasn’t even fully closed before Elise was on him.

*SLAM.* Her back hit the door. Draven’s mouth on hers. Hungry. Desperate. Hands everywhere.

"Thought I lost you today," she gasped between kisses. *Chu chu.* Her hands yanking at his shirt. "Twice. Assassins in the meeting. Then you challenged Aldric in front of everyone and I thought—"

"I’m fine." He bit her neck. *Nip.* She moaned. "I’m right here."

"Fuck right here." Elise ripped his shirt open. *Rip.* Buttons flying. *Tink tink.* "I need you. Right fucking now."

No hesitation. No guilt. Not anymore.

They’d been doing this for months. Ever since that first time in her chambers. The forbidden aspect was still there—still hot as hell—but the nervous uncertainty? Gone.

Now they just wanted each other. Constantly.

Draven grabbed her ass. *Squeeze.* Lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. *Thump.* Grinding against him through their clothes.

"You wore this robe on purpose," he growled. The thin silk barely covering anything. He could feel her heat through it.

"Wanted easy access." She bit his ear. "Been wet since this morning. Thinking about you. About this."

"Since the assassination?"

"Since you grabbed me during the fight." Her hips ground harder. *Rustle rustle.* "You pushed me down. Protected me. Got all dominant and—fuck—it was hot."

Draven carried her to the bed. Dropped her. *Thump.* She bounced. Laughed. That breathless laugh that meant she was already turned on.

"Take it off," he ordered. Voice rough.

Elise sat up. *Rustle.* Untied the robe. Slow. Teasing. Let it fall open.

Naked underneath. Like always.

Her body—he’d memorized every inch by now. The curve of her breasts. The soft stomach. The silver hair between her legs. The way her nipples were already hard. How her thighs pressed together when she was aroused.

His mother. His woman. His.

"You gonna stare or you gonna fuck me?" She leaned back. Spread her legs. Already glistening. "Because I’ve been waiting all day and I’m getting impatient."

Draven stripped. *Rustle rustle.* Clothes hitting the floor. His cock already hard. Leaking.

"Greedy," he said. Knelt on the bed. Between her legs.

"For you? Always." She reached for him. "Come here."

He leaned down. Kissed her. Deep. Tongues meeting. *Slurp.* Tasting her. His hand sliding between her legs. Finding her wet. Soaked.

"Fuck you’re dripping."

"Told you. Been thinking about you all day." She moaned as his fingers found her clit. Circling. "About your cock. About you filling me up. About—ahh—about making me scream—"

"Like this?" He pushed two fingers inside. *Squelch.* No resistance. So wet.

"YES—fuck—just like that—" Her hips bucked. Grinding against his hand. "Don’t tease. I don’t want foreplay. I want you inside me. Now."

Demanding. She’d gotten comfortable being demanding. Knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Yeah?" Draven curled his fingers. Hit that spot. "Want your son’s cock?"

"Don’t—ahh—don’t call it that when you’re—oh fuck right there—" She was already close. Wound too tight from stress and fear and wanting him. "Just fuck me already—"

He pulled his fingers out. *Squelch.* Positioned himself. Cock against her entrance.

And pushed in.

*Squelch.*

No resistance. Her pussy taking him. Hot. Tight. Perfect. Like coming home.

"FUCK YES—" Elise moaned. Loud. Nails digging into his back. "Missed this—missed you inside me—"

"It’s been two days."

"Too long." She wrapped her legs around him. Pulling him deeper. "Move. Please move."

Draven started thrusting. Hard. Fast. *Slap slap slap slap.* No slow buildup. She didn’t want gentle. She wanted rough.

"Yes yes yes—harder—" Her breasts bouncing. *Bounce bounce.* Hands gripping his shoulders. "Fuck your mother—show me you’re alive—"

The bed hit the wall. *Bang bang bang bang.* Rhythmic. Loud. Fuck the silencing spells were definitely working because otherwise the whole estate would hear.

"You like this?" Draven grabbed her wrists. Pinned them above her head. *Thump.* Fucking her harder. "Like when I pin you down and use you?"

"Love it—love when you’re rough—" She was already trembling. Close. "Don’t stop don’t stop don’t—FUCK—"

First orgasm hit fast. Her pussy clenching. *Squelch squelch.* Soaking his cock.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 1]

Draven didn’t slow down. Kept pounding. *Slap slap slap.* Through her orgasm. Making it longer.

"Too much—sensitive—ahh!—" But she wasn’t pushing him away. Just moaning. Taking it.

"Gonna make you cum again."

"Can’t—just came—need a minute—"

"No." He let go of her wrists. Grabbed her hips instead. *Squeeze.* Changed angle. Hitting deeper.

"OH FUCK—" Her eyes went wide. "There—right there—how do you always—AAHHH—"

Second orgasm. Stacked on the first. Harder.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 2]

"That’s two," Draven said. "Going for seven like last time."

"You’re insane—I can’t—" But she was smiling. Breathless. Flushed. "You’re gonna break me."

"You love it."

"I really do." She pulled him down. Kissed him. "My perfect son. My perfect cock. All mine."

They rolled. Her on top now. Straddling him. *Rustle.* Taking control. She sat up. Hands on his chest. Started riding.

"My turn," she said. Hips moving. *Slap. Slap. Slap.* Taking him deep. "Been wanting to do this all day. Imagined riding you during that boring Royal Court session."

"While sitting next to me?"

"While sitting next to you." She grinned. Wicked. "Hand on your thigh. Squeezing. Thinking about this." She bounced harder. *Slap slap slap.* "About your cock inside me. About you filling me up after."

"Fuck you’re dirty."

"You made me this way." She leaned down. Whispered in his ear. "Before you I was a proper widow. Now I’m a cockslut for my own son."

Draven groaned. Grabbed her ass. *Squeeze.* Helped her bounce. "Say it again."

"I’m a cockslut for my son." She bit his ear. "For this perfect cock. For this cum. For—ahh—for everything—"

She came again. Third time. *Squelch squelch.* Collapsing on his chest. Shaking.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 3]

"Three," Draven said. "Halfway there."

"You’re counting?"

"Always." He rolled them again. Her on her stomach now. "Ass up."

"Demanding." But she obeyed. *Rustle rustle.* Getting on hands and knees. Looking back at him. "This position?"

"This position." He entered from behind. *Squelch.* Balls deep in one thrust.

"FUCK!" She moaned into the pillow. "So deep like this—"

Draven grabbed her hair. Silver strands between his fingers. Pulled. Arching her back. Started pounding.

*SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.*

"This what you wanted?" He spanked her. *SMACK.* Red handprint on her ass.

"YES—spank me—use me—" She pushed back. Meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me like you own me—"

*SMACK SMACK SMACK.*

"I do own you." Another spank. "Don’t I?"

"Yes—you own me—your mother is yours—your woman—your—FUCK—"

He reached around. Found her clit. Rubbed while fucking her.

"NO THAT’S—TOO MUCH—GONNA CUM AGAIN—" She tried to pull away. He held her hips. Kept going.

"Cum then. Cum on your son’s cock."

"DRAVEN—FUCK—AAHHH—"

Fourth orgasm. Violent. Her whole body shaking. *Squelch squelch squelch.*

[Elise Orgasm Count: 4]

Draven was getting close. Pulled out. *Squelch.* Flipped her over. Back to missionary. Her legs over his shoulders.

Mating press. His favorite. Deepest penetration.

"You’re gonna make me cum again aren’t you," Elise panted. Not a question.

"Yeah."

"How many times can one woman—ahh!—orgasm in one night—"

"Let’s find out." He thrust deep. *SLAP.* Starting again.

She was overstimulated. Sensitive. Every thrust made her gasp. Moan. Whimper.

But she didn’t say stop.

Never said stop.

"Gonna breed you," Draven growled. Getting close. "Gonna fill this pussy up."

"Do it—breed your mother—get me pregnant—" She was babbling now. Cock drunk. "Want your baby—want everyone to know—don’t care—"

"You want people to know your son knocked you up?"

"YES—want them to know—want you to—FUCK—to own me completely—"

Fifth orgasm building. He felt it. Her pussy tightening. Getting close.

"Cum with me," he demanded. "Right now."

"Close—so close—please—"

He thrust harder. Faster. *SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.*

"NOW—"

They came together.

*SPURT SPURT SPURT.*

Him flooding her. Her pussy clenching. Both screaming.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 5]

[Draven Orgasm Count: 1]

He pulled out. *Squelch.* Cum leaking from her pussy. *Drip drip.* Pooling on the sheets.

They lay there. Catching breath. "Haa... haa... haa..."

"Five," Elise said. Weak. Satisfied. "You got me to five."

"Not done yet." Draven was still hard. S-Rank stamina. "Two more."

"You’re kidding."

"Never."

"I can’t—my pussy is—it’s too much—"

"You can." He kissed her. Soft. Tender. Different from the rough fucking. "Trust me."

"I do." She touched his face. "Always."

They lay there for a minute. Recovering. His hand stroking her hair. Her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Comfortable. Familiar. This was their routine now. Rough sex. Brief rest. More sex. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"The assassination attempt scared me," Elise admitted. Quiet. "When I saw those arrows. When the ceiling broke. I thought—"

"I know." He pulled her closer. "But I’m here. I’m fine."

"You won’t always be fine. One day someone’s gonna succeed and I’ll—" Her voice cracked. "I can’t lose you. Not after everything."

"You won’t."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He tilted her chin up. Looked in her eyes. "I’m S-Rank. Void-corrupted. Impossible to kill. And I’ve got you protecting me."

She smiled. Small. "I’ll always protect you."

"I know." He kissed her forehead. "Now. Ready for round two?"

"Already?"

"You know I am."

Elise laughed. Reached down. Wrapped her hand around his cock. Still hard. *Squeeze.* "Insatiable."

"For you? Yeah."

"Such a sweet talker." She stroked him. *Slick slick.* Using their combined cum as lube. "What position this time?"

"You choose."

"Really?"

"Your turn to be in charge."

Elise grinned. Pushed him onto his back. *Thump.* Climbed on top. Reverse cowgirl this time. Ass facing him.

"This one," she said. Positioning herself. "So you can watch."

She sank down. *Squelch.* Taking him deep. Moaned loud. "Fuck—still so full of cum—feels so good—"

Started riding. *Slap. Slap. Slap.* Her ass bouncing. *Bounce bounce.* He watched his cock disappear into her pussy. Cum squelching out with each movement. *Squelch squelch.*

"Like the view?" Elise asked. Looking back. Grinning.

"Love it." Draven grabbed her ass. *Squeeze.* Helped her bounce. "Ride it. Show me how much you love this cock."

"I do—fuck I love it—" She was moving faster. *Slap slap slap.* "Love how it fills me—stretches me—makes me cum—"

"Gonna make you cum two more times."

"Bold claim—ahh—when I’m already so—fuck—sensitive—"

Draven reached around. Found her clit. Started rubbing.

"NO—that’s cheating—you can’t just—AAHHH—"

Sixth orgasm. Quick. Overstimulated. Her pussy spasming.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 6]

"Six," Draven said. Smug. "One more."

"You’re impossible." She was shaking. Still riding him. *Slap slap.* "One more and I’m done. I mean it. My pussy can’t take anymore."

"We’ll see."

She rode him harder. Chasing her seventh. Chasing his second. Both getting close.

"Cum in me again," she demanded. "Fill me up. Breed me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah—want more—want to be dripping—want to feel it inside me tomorrow—"

"Fuck—" Draven was close. "Gonna cum—"

"Do it—breed your mother—make me yours—"

She slammed down. *SLAP.* Taking him deep as possible. And came.

Seventh orgasm. Screaming. "DRAVEN—FUCK—YES—"

[Elise Orgasm Count: 7]

Draven came with her. *SPURT SPURT SPURT.* Second load. Flooding her already-full pussy. Overflowing. *Glorp glorp.*

[Draven Orgasm Count: 2]

She collapsed forward. *Thump.* Off his cock. *Squelch.* Cum pouring out. So much. Pooling between her legs.

"Seven," she gasped. "You actually—haa—got me to seven—"

"Told you."

"I’m dead. Murdered by orgasms. Tell them—tell them I died happy—"

Draven laughed. Pulled her close. Spooning. His softening cock against her ass. Both covered in sweat and cum.

"Love you," he said. Simple. True.

"Love you too." She laced her fingers with his. "Even though you just destroyed my pussy."

"You liked it."

"I really did."

They lay there. Comfortable silence. His hand on her stomach. Her ass pressed against him.

"Tomorrow’s gonna be chaos," Elise said. Soft. "The Royal Court. The Church. Aldric’s next move."

"Yeah."

"Scared?"

"Can’t be. Abyss Core took that." He kissed her shoulder. "But I’d be worried if I could be."

"I’m worried enough for both of us." She turned in his arms. Faced him. "Promise you’ll be careful. Please."

"I’ll try."

"That’s not a promise."

"It’s the best I’ve got."

She kissed him. Soft. Loving. "Then I’ll take it."

[System]: *ROUND 2 COMPLETE*

*ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP ENERGY*

*STATISTICS:*

*- Total Duration: 52 minutes*

*- Elise Orgasms: 7*

*- Draven Orgasms: 2*

*- Positions: 4 (missionary, cowgirl, doggy, reverse cowgirl)*

*- Creampies: 2*

*- Comfort/Intimacy: HIGH*

*- Familiarity: PERFECT*

*REWARDS:*

*+2,000 VP (Excellent Performance)*

*+1,000 VP (7 orgasms again)*

*+500 VP (Comfort after trauma)*

*Elise Loyalty: ABSOLUTE (already was)*

*Bond Strengthened*

*TOTAL VP: 24,950 → 28,450*

They fell asleep tangled together.

No guilt. No shame. No regrets.

Just two people who loved each other. Fucked each other. Needed each other.

Mother and son.

Woman and man.

Lovers.

And fuck anyone who had a problem with it.

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Morning came with complications.

Draven woke up to Elise already gone. Sheets cold. But there was a note on the pillow.

*Had to leave before servants saw. Duke wants early meeting. Last night was perfect. See you at breakfast. Try not to look too satisfied. -E*

He smiled. Folded the note. Tucked it away.

His body felt good. Relaxed. The stress from yesterday’s assassination and Court confrontation—gone. Replaced by satisfaction.

Sex with Elise did that. Grounded him. Reminded him what he was fighting for.

[System]: *Morning Host!*

*You WRECKED that MILF last night*

*She’s probably walking funny today*

*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

*VP Status: 28,450*

*Next: Breakfast meeting probably political BS*

*But you got laid so who cares*

Draven got dressed. *Rustle rustle.* Black shirt. Dark pants. Presentable.

Checked himself in the mirror. Looked—satisfied. Elise was right. He needed to not look too obvious.

Walked downstairs. *Tap tap tap.* Morning sounds. Servants moving. Breakfast being prepared.

Duke Valerius’s private dining room. Small. Intimate. Family only.

Elise was already there. Sitting. Drinking tea. Looking perfectly composed except for the slight flush in her cheeks when she saw him.

"Good morning, Draven," she said. Formal. Professional.

"Morning, Mother." He sat across from her. Casual.

Their eyes met. Brief. Knowing.

Last night she’d been screaming his name. Begging him to breed her. Calling herself his cockslut.

This morning she was Lady Elise Arclight. Proper widow. Respected noblewoman.

The duality was hot as fuck.

[Elise Desire: 87/100]

[Already wants round 3]

[Tonight probably]

Seraphina walked in. *Tap tap.* Looked between them. Narrowed her eyes.

"You two are being weird," she said.

"How so?" Draven asked. Innocent.

"I don’t know. Just. Weird." She sat down. *Thump.* "Did something happen last night?"

"Political discussions," Elise said smoothly. "After the Royal Court chaos. Nothing interesting."

"Uh huh." Seraphina didn’t believe her. But didn’t push. "Fine. Keep your secrets."

Duke Valerius entered. "Morning. We have updates. Church trial—still in three days. Aldric—planning something. Our investigation into his illegal detention—moving forward."

The meeting began.

Politics. Strategy. War planning.

But under the table—Elise’s foot found Draven’s. *Tap.* Light touch. Reminder.

Tonight. Round three.

He was already looking forward to it.