The Villainess Wants To Retire-Chapter 438: MADNESS r18

Soren’s fingers curled inside her with devastating precision, stroking that sensitive spot deep within her walls while his thumb continued its slow, relentless circles over her clit. The silk slip was bunched around her waist now, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the way her pussy glistened around his knuckles, slick and swollen and greedy for more.

"Look at yourself, Your Majesty," he murmured against her ear, voice soft and polite as velvet. "See how beautifully you open for me."

Eris’s breath hitched, her gaze locked on the mirror despite the flush burning across her cheeks. She watched his hand disappear between her thighs again and again... two fingers now, pumping slowly, deliberately, stretching her with every measured thrust. The wet sounds were obscene, loud in the quiet chamber, her arousal coating his fingers until they shone.

He leaned in closer, chest pressed to her back, the coolness of his skin a shocking contrast to the heat radiating from her core. His free hand slid up to cup her breast through the silk, thumb brushing over her nipple in lazy, maddening circles. "I’m going to be very gentle with you tonight," he promised, voice low and courteous, almost reverent. "I’ll take such good care of you, Empress."

Even as the words left his mouth, his fingers curled harder inside her, pressing ruthlessly against that spot until her knees buckled. Eris cried out, hips jerking forward onto his hand, chasing the pressure even as her legs trembled. He caught her easily, one arm banding around her waist to hold her upright, manhandling her with effortless strength while his fingers never faltered... slow, deep, ruining her with polite precision.

"You’re doing so well," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Taking my fingers so beautifully. Look how wet you are for me, Your Majesty."

In the mirror, she could see everything: the faces she was making as she felt the way her thighs shook, the way her pussy clenched around his knuckles with every slow withdrawal, she saw the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath. His hand moved faster now... still controlled, still gentle in tone... but the pace was merciless, curling and thrusting until her vision blurred at the edges.

"Soren... " she gasped, nails digging into the edge of the furniture.

"I’ve got you," he soothed, even as he added a third finger, stretching her wider, filling her so completely she felt every ridge, every knuckle dragging along her walls. "Just let go for me. I’ll be gentle. I promise."

The lie was exquisite. His fingers pumped faster, thumb flicking her clit in perfect rhythm, and Eris shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her like wildfire... back arching, thighs clamping around his wrist, pussy spasming violently around his fingers as she squirted hot and hard, soaking his hand and dripping down her thighs. She watched it happen in the mirror... watched her own face contort in helpless pleasure, felt his fingers disappear into her fluttering cunt again and again, milking every last tremor from her body.

Soren didn’t stop.

He slowed only enough to let her breathe, then began again... gentle, polite strokes that built her right back up even as she whimpered from oversensitivity. "You’re so sensitive after you cum," he observed softly, almost conversationally, while his fingers curled and thrust with devastating accuracy. "It’s beautiful. You tremble so prettily for me, Your Majesty."

Eris’s legs shook, her arms trembling as she braced against the large wooden desk. "Soren... please... "

"Please what, Empress?" he asked, voice still impossibly gentle even as he scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her wider, preparing her for what was coming. "Please stop? Or please don’t?"

She couldn’t answer. Another climax was already building, faster this time, sharper, and he knew it. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles while his fingers fucked her deeper, harder, ruining her with the same courteous precision he’d used to unravel her the first time.

"Look at me," he whispered, free hand sliding up to cup her jaw, tilting her face so their eyes met in the mirror. "Watch yourself cum again for me."

She did.

The second orgasm hit like a storm... her pussy clenching so hard around his fingers she nearly pushed them out, squirting again in hot, helpless pulses that soaked his wrist and the floor beneath them. Eris sobbed his name, legs giving out completely, but Soren caught her effortlessly, holding her upright against his chest while his fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm through every aftershock.

When she finally sagged, boneless and trembling, he withdrew his fingers with aching slowness, bringing them to his lips to lick them clean... eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

"You taste like heaven, Your Majesty," he said softly, reverently, even as he manhandled her limp body with effortless strength, turning her to face him fully.

SOREN

I turned her to face me, the movement deliberate and unhurried, my hands gripping her hips with a firmness that belied the soft smile on my lips. Eris’s breath came in shallow pants, her golden eyes hazy with the aftershocks of her climaxes, and I couldn’t resist pulling her closer, our bodies aligning in the mirror’s unforgiving reflection. "Your Majesty," I murmured respectfully, my voice low and even, as if we were discussing court matters over tea. "You’ve been so patient with me. Allow me to show my appreciation properly."

She leaned into the kiss I initiated, her lips parting eagerly as I claimed her mouth... slow, deep, savoring the taste of her whimpers. My hands roamed her body with reverent touches, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the flimsy silk, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled under my fingers.

Eris arched against me, a soft moan escaping into my mouth, and I felt my control fraying at the edges. Gods, she was exquisite... her skin flushed, her curves pressing against me in ways that made my cock throb painfully against my trousers. I wanted her with an obsession that bordered on madness, every inch of her mine to worship, to ruin in the most devoted way possible.