The Transmigrated Villain Claims the Heroines!

I pulled her closer, my hand sliding down the curve of her spine to cup the swell of her ass. She was still dripping, still trembling, but when I squeezed, she moaned softly and pressed herself against me.

"You really want more?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

She nodded against my chest, her lips brushing my skin. "I told you. I want to be yours. Completely."

My hand slipped between her legs, and she gasped when my fingers found her soaked folds. So much of my seed was already leaking out of her, trailing down her inner thighs in slow, lazy rivers. I pushed two fingers inside her, and a wet, obscene sound filled the quiet room.

Right now, I need a break, and the best thing I can do is use my fingers. I just need to buy some time until I recover.

At this point, I swear I could fall asleep if I lost focus even once.

This damn system...

This is both a blessing and a curse.

"Ahhn..." Her hips rolled against my hand instinctively. "It’s so wet... so much..."

"You’re dripping all over the bed," I murmured against her ear.

"I can’t help it." Her voice was breathy, almost whining. "You filled me up so much. It won’t stop coming out."

I pulled my fingers out slowly, coated in a mixture of her arousal and my own release. I brought them to her lips, and she didn’t hesitate. Her tongue darted out, wrapping around my digits, sucking them clean with a soft, eager moan. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time.

"Good girl," I said, and her cheeks flushed.

I rolled us onto our sides, keeping her close. Her back pressed against my chest, and I could feel every shiver that ran through her, every small aftershock still pulsing through her exhausted body.

She fit perfectly like this, curled against me, her head tucked just beneath my chin. I reached down and guided her leg up, opening her up to me.

"Cassian..." Her voice was soft, almost sleepy. "You’re still..."

"Shh." I pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips. "We’ll go slow. Real slow this time."

To be honest, I really had to take it slow. I was quite literally on the verge of passing out.

She nodded, her hair brushing against my cheek. Her hand found mine on her hip, and she threaded her fingers through them.

I guided myself to her entrance and pushed in gently.

"Ahhh..." The sound she made wasn’t a scream or a cry. It was softer, almost a sigh. She was tired as well. "That’s... that’s nice..."

"Yeah," I breathed against her shoulder. "Nice."

I didn’t thrust. Not really. I just rocked into her, slow and shallow and barely moving. My arm wrapped around her waist, holding her flush against me, and she reached back with her free hand, fingers tangling in my hair.

"Like this," she whispered. "I like this. You’re so close."

"You like this position?"

She pulled my arm tighter around her, like she was trying to disappear into me. Her hips rolled back to meet each tiny movement, not desperate now, just... content.

"I think it’s my favorite one yet," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "It feels romantic."

I kissed the curve of her neck, tasted the salt of her skin. "You’re perfect, Faye."

She laughed quietly, a broken, breathless sound. "I’m a mess. The sheets are ruined. I can’t feel my legs. And I think... I think I’m falling asleep."

"So sleep."

"But you haven’t..."

"I’m close." It wasn’t a lie. The slow, warm drag of her walls around me, the way she squeezed every time I bottomed out, the soft little sounds she made with each breath... this round wouldn’t take long.

This was more tiring than swordfighting...

"I’ll handle everything."

She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. "Okay..."

I held her tighter and let myself sink into the feeling. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxing against mine, but her hips kept moving, small and needy.

"When you cum," she whispered, barely audible, "Make sure it’s all inside..."

[Faye Amberlyne: Personality heavily shifted due to actions.]

"Faye..."

"I mean it." Her fingers tightened in my hair. "I want all of it. Every drop. I want to wake up tomorrow and still feel you inside me."

Her words pushed me closer. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, and finally let out my last load.

It wasn’t explosive like before, can’t even manage that if I wanted to. It was warm and deep, spilling into her in slow, thick pulses. She moaned softly when she felt it, her hips pressing back against me, taking all of it.

"That’s it," she breathed. "That’s it, Cassian. Give it to me."

I emptied myself inside her, my arms wrapped so tight around her. But she just held on, her hand covering mine on her stomach, her thumb tracing lazy circles over my knuckles.

When it was over, I stayed inside her. No longer able to move even a single muscle.

"Two," she whispered after a long moment.

"Hm?"

"You wanted two more." Her voice was drowsy, slurring slightly. "That was the second one."

I kissed her shoulder. "Yeah. Thanks for letting me ask for more."

"Don’t be ridiculous." She snuggled back against me, her body going limp in my arms. "This is the least I could do; you already helped me in more ways than one."

[Optional Task Complete - Creampie 3/3]

[Reward: Skill Point (Romance Tree) +1]

I barely registered the notification. Faye was already half-asleep, her breathing evening out, her hand still loosely holding mine. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"...Cassian?"

"Still here."

"...Good." A pause. "...Love you."

The words were so quiet, so sleepy, I almost thought I imagined them.

I tightened my arm around her and pressed one last kiss to the back of her neck.

"Love you too."