Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

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Keith, always gentle and subservient when it came to her as opposed to Athan, who was relentless and rough.

But then, every time Athan came to a picture and seeing how he interacted with her. Both in mutual respect and admiration, a sudden pang of jealousy bloomed within. But he has no say in it.

The stench of the room was strong and intense, and it wasn't only Keith's that bloomed from it. Long gone he discerned whose it was, and he could care less in the heat of the moment.

Not too long ago, a long, yet thin clothing strap depraved his sight. Only darkness awaited him, and he became overly sensitive when it came to such cold touch.

His body sweltered, more of his sweat beading against his tensed muscles—bruised and sore. But none of it became a discomfort, for his heart sought comfort in Mystique's embrace.

Already got deafen from rounds of the sheets rustles, skin-tight smacks, loud smooches. Even cacophony of grunts and moans that hollered in his ears.

Not that Keith thought it was already far from over.

The fairness and vibrance of her skin blossomed to what it was then, after several times of feeding her the 'life force' that she needed. But, the brightness in her eyes had yet to fade.

He knew it wasn't.

If not only he was this compassionate and affectionate of her, then he might've not lasted for as long as he could.

Keith, as far as he could remember, most of the furniture had fractures, some incapable of sitting. 

A smack crisped the air as pain surged from his chest when he got pushed towards what seemed like his thigh hit by a corner and sat on a spacious window seat.

He hissed in pain, but it wasn't over when she shoved him even further.

Cushioned, he then leaned on the frozen windowpane, which flinched him out.

'This—!' He looked behind, dumbfounded. 

He pondered a little what she would've done crazy enough to throw him by the window—only to have it secured and locked tight.

"You're beyond adorable, Keith."

Mystique giggled, and let her fingertips graze from his navel to his chiseled abs, making him hiss aloud. 

Keith huffed after gritting his teeth from the tingling sensation that continued to arouse him. 'W—What is she going for this time?'

Her hands roamed higher, and to his chest, she pushed him to the glass. Between his searing, slick torso was her cold, tingling sensations pressing him alongside the frozen window. She earned a grunt with gritted teeth from him.

Closer to Keith's ear, she whispered, "You can still keep up, right?"

"I—" Somehow, he hesitated, huffing out of breath from leaning further. 

Her supple chest rubbed against his, teasing him again.

"Didn't we have a safe word? Hmm?"

Keith would jolt from his stead with her voice making a rush of adrenaline, and in no way he would break free from her strong clasps. 

"Mystique, I'm perfectly fine. Please do— whatever you want to me—as you deem fit." 

His pants couldn't get any huskier in between his pauses, begging, as he beamed a gentle smile even though he couldn't see her.

"Oh, really?" Soon as Mystique's eyes set on the spare leather strap on the stand, Athan grabbed it for her with a smug smirk. "What about this?"

'Huh—?! Is it—?!' His hair stood its ends when he noticed what she was up to...

After which, his wrists drew close to his chest with bindings tightened after several turns. He winced a tad bit from it, but it wasn't too bad. He turned away, embarrassed 

He liked it, especially when it was her.

He believed in her, after all.

"Vio, he's liking it." He chuckled deep, then glancing at his shaft throbbing more often than not. 

From the gaps of his blinds on his slender nose, a glimpse was seen on his tip, erected, dripping wet with clear yet viscous fluid. Then got covered when her fair hands began to stroke him. 

Shocks of pleasure assaulted him and got worse with each second passed.

Pleading himself, he squirmed and squirmed; but now, Athan was there to pin him even further. 

Withal, she giggled, raised both of her legs, spreading, and cupped his trembling mouth.

Keith almost bled his lips from nibbling when she started to rub her entrance against the shaft.

'She's driving me crazy!' His palpitations thumped hard against his clasped hands.

He hitched, and without him knowing, it didn't stop there when Athan was on bended knees. 

His crimson eyes gleamed, inch nearer to both of them, dribbling out their juices with alluring squelches. When his tongue went for the girth and to the honeypot, they shared a loud moan.

'Huh? There—What—Hngg… Two lips—?' He held his breath, realizing what it was, and didn't take long for him to succumb in pleasure.

'Insane… I feel like I'm out of—but…' By and by, his throat went hoarse and dry as he gasped for more air, but then he got silenced when her lips crashed into him. 

With a passionate kiss, a fluttering sensation overwhelmed him while suffocated, rolling his eyes from pleasure.

She purred, "You like that?"

"Yes, Mystique…Touch..."

"What, Keith? Hmm? Answer me…"

"Touch me—right there…" Enliven with his head throbbed, unable to determine both pain and pleasure on his body. 

"I shall reward you generously." 

His cries became her motivation, humping against him while she raised his arms, and then pinched the nipples of his after rubbing it several times.

A long groan came as his groin prompted a churn as waves of spasms converged. Meanwhile, Mystique even drove him by the edge as she moaned for the same thing.

"Athan! There—Ahhh! Oh, yes! Keith… Together!"

Something from his hilt packed tight, desperate to spurt it out.

Feeling so good, he broke free from her torrid kisses, gasping, "I'm close… Mystique, I'm—" 

Meanwhile, Athan plunged Keith's prick inside of her, and the two twitched. He thrust deep and hard into her, pouring every ounce of his warm seed.

After which, their bodies slumped, ignoring the sheer cold on his back. His blindfolds slipped, and as Mystique propped her face on his chest, her bright eyes started waning.

Athan and Keith looked at each other, clenching their jaws.