I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess
Chapter 39: You Are Mine and Only Mine

Chapter 39: You Are Mine and Only Mine

It’s incredibly complicated to explain what’s going on in my head.

On one hand, my best friend is harder than when I took pre-workout for the first time, on the other, I absolutely do not want to fuck Moriah because of that scene in the Count’s house!

My fear is ending up with my dick ripped off during sex, but... seeing her right there, dropping the dress to the floor with wings spread, flashing that wicked smile at me, it’s impossible to resist.

Kind of against my self-preservation instincts, I lunged at the moth-woman and lifted her up. I locked her legs over my shoulders, burying my face in her crotch and licking her pussy right in the middle, gripping that firm ass so hard I don’t even know if I’m still myself.

I feel strong, powerful, an absolute monster. No pain is hurting me inside, much less do exist any desire to stop and rest. I only have the pure essence of lust and a gigantic urge to FUCK.

"Ahw, Darius! Wa... Wait!"

I didn’t wait for anything and threw Moriah onto the bed, still burying my head harder between her legs, licking up and down with an aggressive rhythm like a beast let out of its cage.

Fuck that conversation with Leliana about the firstborn, all I want is SEX! All that matters is this woman, her scent, and my desire to make her mine!

Gasping for breath, I pulled away for a moment to catch some air and then dove back in, plunging my tongue with all the will in the world to explore her vagina. It’s an intoxicating flavor that, combined with her perfume, just makes my inner self scream for more.

I tore off her clothes with my own hands. When did I get so strong? No idea, but does it even matter?! I jumped on top of Moriah and attacked her breasts, biting and holding her waist to pull her closer to me.

"No... not so hard... you’re more... aroused than usual! Awn! ~"

Am I? Who cares!

I grabbed Moriah’s nape and pulled her close in one swift motion for a hot, enveloping kiss, but her tongue was an expert at sucking out even my soul. Saliva trickle from the corner of my lip, the difference in size and width caused that, but damn, it’s too sensual!

After getting a chance to separate, I took the opportunity to be as affectionate as possible and showered her with kisses. I’d be a beast in bed, knowing my partner’s preferences in the best way possible.

She likes affection, she likes gentleness everywhere, so touching her neck and behind her ears is super effective.

One thing I hadn’t tried, however, was her antennae... When I touched them, she emits one of those strange moth-like hums, letting out a sharp moan followed by a very light kiss on her forehead. Her eyes also widened, focusing purely on me.

I didn’t even need to touch It myself. She was more than excited for us to truly start playing.

I took a deep breath, this time popping the button off my pants, letting my dick, which had been trapped all this time, spring out, pulsing.

Pre-cum was already at the tip, ready to consume the luxuriant moth-woman in front of me. But before I could move, she attacked, placing the tip of her long tongue on the head of my dick and wrapping it all around, her breasts lightly brushed against me.

Just that touch was enough to shock my system, but even worse was her using all four arms to hold me in place and slowly take my best friend into her mouth. When this devil provokes, it’s like she can reinvigorate a power within me.

Worst of all, she kept swaying those enormous breasts while sucking every bit of my skin. The sharp hairs on her neck and arms brushed against my thighs, finally breaking the last bit of resistance in me.

My fingers dug into Moriah’s pinkish-white hair, pulling her down in one swift motion. Somehow, as if possessed by a sex spirit, that long tongue managed to coil and press against my shaft in every direction.

It was as suffocating for her as it was for me, with that heat and wet sensation on my flesh that I’m so addicted to. Looking down, I gave in to desire and cummed, holding the back of her neck with my nails so she’d swallow every drop of cum.

I felt Moriah’s arms weaken, slipping down my abdomen and thighs. Her eyes rolled upward as her body fell back, less energetic than before.

Ah, I overdid it. She was breathing rapidly, with white streaks slipping from the corners of her lips and a distant, tired look... but the interesting part was the amount of liquid gushing from between her legs. She became completely drenched from it? Is this an asphyxiation fetish?

Now I’m even more interested.

Seeing her like this, completely motionless and unprotected, unlike that day in the mansion when she tried to get me with a knife... it aroused me more than usual. Of course, I felt like just fucking her and leaving it at that, but it wouldn’t be fun to leave things like that.

I want Moriah in the palm of my hand. I want her to obey me and, preferably, not kill me. So, let’s play the game of a bad husband in bed and a kind one out of it.

I grab her neck, touching the extremities without applying much force.

"You said you don’t remember what happened at the mansion, right? I’m going to remind you..." I slowly moved my hands towards the drenched source between her legs, gently running my thumb over it. "You chased after me, saying you wanted to tear out my heart, that you would cage me and keep me just for yourself..."

"I didn’t... do that..." her voice chokes, eyes rolles, trying to refocus.

"You didn’t? Moriah..." Suddenly I squeezed her throat, and immediately her eyes snapped open, her legs kicking at the air. "Are you saying I’m lying?!?"

"O-Ow! D-Dear... easy... now..."

My fingers grazed her swollen lips before entering. She was quite tight, tighter than I expected. Looks like you really do have an erotic asphyxiation fetish, huh.

"Answer me, Moriah, am I lying? I should have ordered your death the moment we saw each other, just because you almost murdered me, promising eternal love. How could you love me wanting to do that?"

I increased the pressure, moving my fingers deeper into her vagina, entering slowly and ensuring every corner tightened even more. Moriah’s eyes rolled upwards again, saliva drooling as her mouth tried to move to speak.

"F-Forgive... me... please..."

"Cum for me, and I’ll consider whether to forgive you or not."

Immediately at my command, the moth-woman’s bodily fluids gushed, and her waist arched upwards, tremors seizing her legs and the rest of her body. Finally, I loosened the pressure, leaving her a limp heap, devoid of energy to resist me.

I grab her by the cheeks and turn her exhausted face towards me. Maybe her state of arousal was so high that she couldn’t even focus on me properly, her eyes were wavy and no longer fixed like before, different from the first time we had.

A kiss on the mouth rekindled some of her energy, but still, she had nothing left to support herself or resist what I did.

"Tonight, I’ll make you mine, and let it be clear, Moriah: you are my woman. I am not your man. I’m the one who can do whatever I want, whenever I want, with you, not the other way around. Never again think of tearing out my heart, stabbing me, or trying to ’possess’ me, because you are mine first and foremost."

The words entered Moriah’s ears in a way that made her let out a muffled groan. She couldn’t control her breathing properly anymore, in fact, I doubt she could even endure starting the real act. Still, I spread her legs and knelt between them, rubbing my dick against her pussy.

"This is love, Moriah, and I’m going to make you feel all my love today."