The Villainess was Loved

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Night The Raven Lost Its Wings VII

The first prince stood from the couch then stalked dangerously slow towards me.

“You said you would bear the consequences, yet you intend to leave?”

“Yes, of course, I do! If the word ‘consequences’ is said in a smouldering voice with dangerous connotations, then I am willing to face them. But if you meant consequences in the sense that I would have to explain myself at your dissatisfied whim, then….”

I drew an ‘x’ sign with my hands then turned to the door.

“There should be a guest bedroom somewhere; hell, even a couch will do-.”

My hand was to the door hinge when his much tanner and larger hand pressed against the door’s frame, sealing it shut that even with a significant amount of effort, I could not budge it open.

“You need to move your hand for me to leave, your highness.”

“I dislike virgins.”

“And you have every right to, however, wouldn’t you rather unpack that with your therapist?”

He pressed his erection to my lower back,

“I dislike clingy women even more. Most with little s****l experience are that.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“And you find your self worth clinging to?”

“Yes.”

“My, my quite the healthy ego. Well then, I must do my part to spare you of that burden, mustn’t I?”

I turned to him.

“Lest I cling to you when the sun rises.”

His gaze turned from my lips to my eyes.

“Why do you keep going back on your words? You said you wouldn’t grant me even the barest form of friendship after tonight. That is what led to this…to us.”

‘Clearly, he does not understand sarcasm.’

‘I guess status does not necessarily mean cultured.’

“Fine, let me clarify. I will not stroke your ego by having a conversation that will lead to me showing proof that I will not want you when the sun rises. I barely want you now.”

The half-lie was a mistake.

Half, because I wanted his length, the length stroking my back through the gown, through the many unnecessary and stupid garments we had on.

Whether he sensed my arousal or that I unconsciously led him on by backing into him, I have no idea. All I know is that his free hand snaked between my legs from behind, and before I was prepared, his large fingers sunk deep inside me.

“Say that again.”

I lifted my hand from the hinge then placed them both on the door; however, even that could not steady me.

My body twitched with each slight movement, no matter how small they were.

The fingers were large as it is, but two inside me?

“Say it!”

He did not wait for an answer despite the command in his tone; instead, he began thrusting his fingers inside me relentlessly.

As though he intended to increase his speed, he parted my legs with his own. I had no choice but to comply; I had no strength, even in the form of mana.

“Repeat what you said, countess.”

I wobbled a little too much that he had to tear his hand from the door to hold me steadily in my place.

“Say you do not want me, then explain why you shake your hips every time my fingers are inside you.”

“I…t…I?’

‘What the f**k am I saying?’

His hand picked its pace, and my breath grew desperately audible.

A desperate, sweet, primal, tangible sensation throbbed from inside me, inching closer to a sense of pleasure that I have never, in this or my previous life, felt.

“Slow…sl… do..wn”

I tried to utter but couldn’t.

It wasn’t just his movement, voice or harsh language that thrilled me but also his identity.

The imperial monster had me trapped by the door, his hands ravaging me to new heights I was unsure I would ever soar to again.

“Slow down? You can’t possibly come by the hand of someone you hold severe disinterest towards.”

I couldn’t contest his comment. My mind was too fuzzy, muddled by the insistent need for more to do so.

My legs grew limp, my thoughts repetitive, and my breathing even more alien.

‘I want to come; I want to come, I want to come..’

But I wouldn’t say the words aloud…I shouldn’t.

He slowed down, and I took the few seconds as an opportunity to regain my sanity, but that was not the case. Before I fully understood what I was doing, he inserted a third finger, pushing the other to something that forced me to clench around him in a brain-numbing o****m.

My body melted limply to the floor, but rather than let me catch my breath, he lifted me, swang me on his shoulders, and walked towards the bed.

No protest formed on my lips. Rather none could. Well…

Not until he dropped me in the middle of a pile of pillows, then pulled the sash of my gown and tied me to the post.

* Present time.*

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The first prince was between my legs, his tongue inside me—the first prince, who I viewed solely as the man whose radar I must not cross.

Yet here he was…

The prince rose from between my legs, unbuttoned his shirt then took off his belt.

“This was your task.”

“Yet you have taken my hand hostage, whatever shall we do?”

He gave me a grin that exposed sexy sharp canines.

‘Gods! He is so sexy.’

“On the drawer on your right, there are some birth control lozenges.”

“Don’t you have other means of protection?”

“No, the latex pieces I prefer are in Kranis.”

‘Right, he would have no use having s*x with anyone outside the dragonkin.’

“So why have the lozenges?”

“The maids working in both the palace and here stock them.”

‘Right…Killian.’

I turned to the bedside mahogany drawer he mentioned, pulled out the blue piece of candy shaped drug that acted as birth control then rolled to my back.

The bind on my hand limited my movements preposterously.

The prince unzipped his pants, then pulled his trunks low to pull out his magnum-sized member that, rather than terrified, exhilarated me.

I licked my lips, then gestured for him to approach me, for him to permit me to taste him, to grant him the absolute pleasure he gave me.

“I will come if I do that; I am well past my limits, Countess.”

“You tasted me. Your refusal is hardly fair.”

He stroked his length then smiled,

“You will taste me too, just, not with your mouth.”

As he said the words, he lifted my lower body then placed it on his thighs with my legs parted to encompass him.

“I want you to breathe for me, okay?”

“I know how to-.”

‘I know how to have s*x’ were the words I wished to declare to him gloriously, but the words died in my throat as his length penetrated me painfully.

My free hand clasped my mouth. I dared not whimper when he was not even halfway in.

“I can’t-.”

The prince acknowledged my discomfort then used his thumb to rub my sensitised c**t.

“What about now?”

It was better. The pain was morphing into pleasure; however, he was still stretching me uncomfortably.

“I…”

The complaint died in my throat when he stopped moving.

This gave me time to adjust, but he, on the other hand, had his teeth to his lips.

He bit painfully against his flesh such that a thin red line formed.

“Ar..e you okay?”

He asked strainedly.

‘Cute..’

The foreign word popped into my brain, but I had no more time left to analyse it because he began moving, fitting, or at least trying to, himself entirely inside me.

“I..”

He cleared his throat.

“I wil...l give you time to adjust…”

He soothed.

It’s funny, he was the one breaking out in a sweat on a count of being close to his limit, but even in that haze, he put me first.

‘What a weirdo.’

Rather than nod in acknowledgement to his efforts, I pushed myself into him.

“Wait- Countess!”

I didn’t listen, merely picked up my pace so that he, too, could feel the way I felt.

Yet, no matter how long or how slow I pushed myself into him, each thrust hurt, it felt uncomfortable and…and…

I must have pressed on to something because what escaped my lips was not a cry but rather a moan.

A moan that came so involuntarily…that it jolted me.

The prince stilled at the difference in my cries. We held each other’s gaze for a full thirty seconds just to ensure we were in the same headspace.

We weren’t.

“No wai-!”

The words were barely out of my mouth when he thrust himself inside me.

The sensation was more intensified, perhaps due to the previous orgasms, but this time I had to grip the pillows beside me just to keep from leaping outside my body.

He picked up the pace, and his expressions grew as strained as mine were.

My body felt like it was on fire, yet the parts distal to my heart grew chilly.

The moans escaping me were not my own, I could feel tears trickle down my eyes, yet my mouth pleaded for him to continue, to thrust faster to…break me.

It was a euphoric high that washed over me as my breasts swayed carelessly before him, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my toes curled in delight.

The prince’s large hand coiled beautifully on my neck.

He increased the squeeze pressure, slowly limiting my air supply with each full bound thrust.

“Coming!”

I yelled out before stilling everything in my being to identify the foreign sensations in my body, but it was no use.

Everything was beyond me.

The sparkling white o****m induced vision, the tight convulsions in a moment of unabashed wanton and the involuntary cry that was dulled only by the lack of proper circulation in my brain was what framed me.

The prince’s fullness inside me grew more pronounced with the twitching aftermath of the s*x high I was coming down from, but before I could fully calm down, warmth erupted within me.

“S-sorry, that was… I meant to take it out.!”

“You came inside?”

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry.”

That was all he said as his body fell atop my own and deep breathing ensued after.

“Your highness?”

When there was no response from him, I tried again.

“Your highness?”

‘Asleep? Are you f*****g kidding me?’