The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

There were many rooms on the inn’s upper floor, each featuring a sturdy wooden door and a window that overlooked the terrace. Elizabeth arranged the sleeping accommodations: she and Alexander would share a room, while the others would each have their own. Of course, Rex had no intention of using his room.

He got an appointment with Nerith for tonight.

The upper floor hallway, narrow and illuminated by lamps, beckoned. The group came up from the common room in ones and twos, and everyone was already full after dinner and ready to rest.

Apollo and Nerith both came up the stairs at the same time. They discussed nothing in particular as they walked down the hallway, the way people do when they are comfortable with each other.

They stopped at their doors, which were next to each other and about a meter apart by a plank wall.

Apollo smiled at Nerith with a warm, slightly embarrassed look on his face. It was the look of someone who had said something earlier in the day that they weren’t sure had gone over well and were getting ready to talk about it.

"Hey," he said. "About what I said by the waterfall."

Nerith said, "It’s okay."

"I know the time was—"

"Apollo." She looked at him without blinking. "It’s okay..."

"For now... I think I want to be myself, but still... I will stay by your side."

He looked at her face for a moment with a mesmerized gaze. "You look beautiful today, Nerith... like a lot..."

"Thank you." Nerith smiled with eyes closed.

Then the self-consciousness went away and was replaced by something simpler and cleaner. "Good night, Nerith..."

"I love—"

She tilted her head, and her face looked less serious than it had all day. She reached up and gently touched Apollo’s lips with two fingers before he could do anything else with them.

Apollo blinked in surprise. Then he let out a genuine laugh, shook his head in disbelief, and opened the door.

He called out "Good night" again from the threshold, still smiling.

She replied softly, "Good night."

The door closed behind him.

Nerith stood alone in the hallway for a moment, looking at his door. ’Goodbye, Apollo...’

’From now on... I’m going to be Rex’s woman...’

’I hope you and Mireya can be a good couple together...’

She turned to her door, placed her hand on the handle, pushed it open, and stepped inside.

Nerith saw Rex was already there, sitting in the only chair in the room with his arms crossed. He was looking out the window at the dark terrace below, and he looked relaxed, like someone who had been waiting the right amount of time and was perfectly comfortable.

He had climbed through the window from the terrace while the hallway conversation was still going on, which took about four seconds.

The light was dim. The door clicked shut after her.

Nerith stared at him. The lamp light hit the amber leaves.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of the gorge water in the distance.

Nerith slowly undressed until she was fully naked in front of him. "Please... make me into your woman... Rex..."

Rex grinned. "Good druid..."

"He really doesn’t know, huh," he said to no one in particular. "And it’s going to be a new feeling for you to do it right next to his room when he’s asleep."

"Yes... I’m ready to study new feelings to see how my leaves would react..."

The leaves moved in slow amber waves, the lamp stayed lit, and through the wall came the quiet, unaware sound of Apollo Brightsoul getting into bed.

"And I’m proud that you didn’t answer to his love there, hahaha!"

"He don’t deserve it..." Nerith takes off all her clothes. "But you... are the one who deserves me."

"So, please... ruin me even more..." Nerith opened her pussy with two fingers where her love nectar starts dripping down.

Rex felt the air in the dimly lit room was charged with a different kind of electricity than the hot springs because it was tighter, more dangerous, and fueled by the thrill of the forbidden.

The thin plank wall separating them from Apollo felt like a ticking time bomb, a constant reminder that the man who thought he loved her was sleeping a mere meter away, completely oblivious to the sacrilege about to unfold.

’This is where the fun begins...’ Rex held the wall to use his wood and earth magic to make it soundproofing so that they can go as crazy as they want.

Rex didn’t rush. He moved with the calculated poise of a king reclaiming his throne.

He stood up with his eyes locked onto Nerith’s as he began to strip. Each piece of clothing he shed felt like a layer of civilization being peeled away, revealing the raw, primal force underneath.

When his trousers finally pooled at his ankles, his massive, heavy cock sprang free, pulsing in the dim lamplight, a dark and intimidating silhouette against the shadows of the room.

"Here you go... something you worship, and I can already guess it surpassed nature itself, huh?"

"Ohhhhh...!" Nerith’s breath became a series of shallow, jagged hitches. "Hahhh... hahhh... hahhh..."

As she stood there, completely exposed, her fingers still pulling at her swollen folds to reveal the glistening, honey-like nectar dripping down her thighs, her transformation was complete. The pleasant druid had been burned away by lust.

Her eyes, once wise and serene, had glazed over into a state of pure, unadulterated obsession. Within her irises, the pupils had expanded, and a shimmering, ethereal heart symbol glowed in the center of her gaze like a visual testament to her total, mindless devotion to the man standing before her.

"Rex..." she whimpered, her voice a trembling thread of sound. "Please... the wall... he’s right there... and it makes it feel so much more... wrong... but so much more addicting..."

She stepped toward him, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor, her hips swaying with a desperate, inviting rhythm. The scent of her arousal was thick in the small room, a sweet, floral musk that seemed to dance in the lamplight.

"Look at me, Rex," she begged, her eyes wide and pleading, the heart symbols pulsing in time with her racing heart. "Don’t be gentle like his personality..."

"Don’t be the kind man he would be..." Nerith’s breath keeps getting harder and louder. "Just please... ruin me... break me... make me forget his name... his voice... his very existence..."

"I want to feel you inside me so deeply that the vibrations reach his room so he can feel the ghost of your power through the wood!"

"Don’t tell me what to do... I already know what I can give you." Rex gives her a low slap on her cheek until she moans.

"S-Sorry..."

"Apologize to my cock now..."

She reached out, her hands trembling as she grazed the hard, ridged-veined length of his cock, her touch reverent yet hungry.

"Please, Master... please claim your prize," she sobbed out, a half-laugh, half-moan of pure anticipation. "Make me yours so completely that there is nothing left of the druid..."

"I want it that there’s only... the woman who belongs to you!"

"Fuck me until the dawn comes and he wakes up to a woman who is no longer his!"

She sank to her knees before him, her head bowed, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes with a gaze of absolute, submissive madness. She was a willing sacrifice on the altar of his masculinity, waiting for the moment he would descend and destroy her—and her dignity—all in one magnificent, sinful stroke.

Rex choked her neck just to slowly raise her up so that they’re eye-level with each other.

Rex didn’t just lean in, but he lunged, his mouth crashing against hers with a feral, hungry intensity. This wasn’t a lover’s greeting, but it was a collision of two forces of nature.

"Ssslurrrpppp! Mrrrggghhhh! Mppppphhhhhh~!" Nerith closed both her eyes while enjoying getting her mouth ravaged by him.

Their tongues clashed in a violent, wet battle, tasting of the wine from dinner and the raw, salt-sweetness of their already mounting arousal. Rex kissed her with a bruising force, his teeth occasionally grazing her lower lip, demanding her total surrender.

Nerith met his aggression with equal fervor, her hands flying to his neck, pulling him closer as if she could merge her very soul into his flesh. "SLURRRPPP~! RRRRRHHHHH~! GLURRGGHH~!"

As their mouths tangled in a messy, rhythmic dance of saliva and heat, Rex’s large, powerful hands descended. He reached down, his fingers digging deep into the soft, supple flesh of her buttocks.

He grabbed her ass with bruising possessiveness, lifting her off her feet slightly, pulling her pelvis flush against his hard, unyielding groin. It was electrical contact, and the friction of his hairy, muscular thighs against her smooth, naked skin shot bolts of lightning through her entire nervous system.

"Mmmph! Haaah..." Nerith let out a muffled groan into his mouth, her head tilting back as he squeezed her, his thumbs tracing the curve of her cheeks with a primitive, controlling rhythm. "Moreeggghhhh... bleeerrgggghhhh...."

"I want moreeeegggghhhh... slurrrrppppp... I wuvvv... youghhh... Rweeggghhh..."