I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 501: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [40] His Lust And Her Thirst [R-18]

Chapter 501: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [40] His Lust And Her Thirst [R-18]

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"Not yet."

"Huh-?!"

Before I could react, Elizabeth grabbed my arm.

With startling speed, she pulled me with her and leaped away from the spot.

The hell is she doing?!

As Elizabeth yanked me off the ground, I barely had time to process what was happening. The others below stared up at us, their expressions just as dumbfounded as I felt. But amidst the confusion, I caught a glimpse of Cylien and Rodolf. Their pitying looks only added to my growing sense of unease.

"Elizabeth?!" I shouted.

I was literally floating mid-air, flailing like a fish out of water. Flying wasn't exactly in my repertoire! But Elizabeth didn't respond. Her cheeks were flushed, and the strange smile on her lips sent a shiver racing down my spine.

I reached out to grab her arm, hoping to stop her. Unfortunately, Elizabeth seemed just as unsteady as me. Her legs gave out, and before either of us could react, we plummeted toward the ground.

"Shit!"

Instinct took over. I grabbed Elizabeth, pulling her into my arms. Summoning the last dregs of my mana, I braced for impact.

-BAM!

The roof of a nearby house shattered beneath us. We crashed through it, tearing through the first floor before slamming into the hard ground of the living room.

"Aghh!" I gasped, my back screaming in pain.

I'm definitely going to need a physiotherapist after this war.

Groaning, I opened my eyes, fully prepared to give Elizabeth an earful. But the words caught in my throat.

Her dark hair spilled over me like a curtain, and before I could say a word, her lips crashed onto mine.

"Hmmn~"

The sound of her soft, sensual moan as she kissed me sent a jolt of electricity through my body. My face burned as a rush of heat coursed through me.

I tried to move, to push her away, but my arms felt weak. Elizabeth wasn't about to let me regain control. She clasped my hands with hers, pinning them firmly to the floor beside my head.

And then she deepened the kiss.

The sound of lips meeting and sucking filled the room, mingling with the creaks of the broken house around us. For what felt like an eternity, I was lost in the intensity of her kiss, my body responding against my will.

When she finally pulled back, strands of blood-tinged saliva connected our lips. Elizabeth's tongue darted out to catch the remnants, her gaze locked onto mine as she licked her lips with a satisfied smile.

She was breathless, her cheeks a deep, glowing pink.

I was no better. My own breaths came in ragged gasps, my heart pounding furiously. Elizabeth straightened slightly, her position on my waist leaving little to the imagination.

In that moment, I was utterly captivated by her. Elizabeth's face was flushed, her dark, disheveled hair framing her sharp, otherworldly features. Her tattered dress clung to her form, revealing glimpses of pale, flawless skin and a teasing hint of her delicate cleavage that seemed to glow with sweat.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked. It was a ridiculous question, given the circumstances, but I needed to hear her answer, to understand.

This wasn't the right time-not here, not now.

Elizabeth's lips curved into a smile. "I think you know very well, Amael."

Her hand moved, tugging at my pants until they slid low enough for my length to spring free, rigid and throbbing with life.

Whether it was the aftermath of the adrenaline coursing through me from my earlier clash with Viessa and Shuria, or simply Elizabeth's intoxicating presence, I couldn't tell anymore. All I knew was that this was dangerous-terribly so.

Elizabeth reached out with her slender fingers, her touch impossibly gentle as she wrapped them around my hardness. A jolt of pleasure shot through me.

"W-Wait, Elizabeth, we can't... not right now..." I stuttered, fighting a losing battle against my own desire.

"Oh, but we can," She tilted her head, her smile turning into a smirk. Her hand moved with suddenly stroking me in a way that made my thoughts scatter. "The battle in Valachia is over. My aunt can handle the rest. Here, we can rest... and indulge ourselves."

"Rest? Is this how you-ugh!" My retort dissolved into a guttural groan as she leaned

forward, her warm, wet lips enveloping the head of my length.

Elizabeth's red lips stretched sensually, her breath hot against my skin. She took me into her mouth, inch by torturous inch, her tongue caressing with inexperienced strokes. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I had to clench my fists to keep from letting go too soon.

She pulled back suddenly, her cheeks flushed and her lips glistening. "It's my first time. It's... strange. The taste, the smell... it's so different."

Her words, rather than diminishing my arousal, only heightened it. My length twitched in response, a bead of precum forming at its tip as if beckoning her to continue. Elizabeth's gaze flicked down, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Slowly, she straightened, her fingers sliding up her thighs and under the tattered remains of her dress. I knew exactly what she was about to do, and my heart raced immediately. "Elizabeth, please! I... I can't-" I said, but my words were cut off by the sound of fabric tearing.

She held up the scrap of white lace-a piece of lingerie she had just ripped away.

"Ah, Amael-Why must you make things so difficult?" Her lips parted in a soft moan, her body shifting as she prepared to take what she wanted.

"Because it's just... weird!" I blurted, grabbing her hand before it could once again reach for

my throbbing length.

Elizabeth blinked, startled for a moment, before her expression softened. Her crimson eyes shimmered with an unreadable mix of emotions. Slowly, her lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned closer, her other hand pressing firmly against my chest. The gentle force toppled me back onto the ground, and her warm breath ghosted against my ear as she

whispered.

"I can feel it, Amael. Your pain, your loss... your confusion."

Her words cut deeper than I cared to admit, and I turned my face away, unwilling to meet her

gaze.

Of course I was in pain. Viessa was dead. Even Shuria whom I considered as a friend as well.

"I know how much it hurts," she whispered, brushing her lips against the curve of my ear. "I'm not in a good state either, Amael. But... maybe we can help each other."

A soft kiss landed just below my ear, followed by her warm breath teasing the sensitive skin there.

"People like us need to release our stress on something, don't you think?" She whispered, her lips trailing down to the curve of my neck before her tongue flicked against my neck and she

soon bit her fangs in my neck drawing blood.

"Hghn...R-Right..." I muttered, almost involuntarily, the last vestiges of my resistance crumbling under her touch and bite feeling my blood getting drained.

Elizabeth's smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Then use my body to quench your lust... and I will use yours to quench my thirst."

Her words unleashed something within me. Reason fled, replaced by raw instinct as I grabbed the back of her neck and pressed my lips to her skin, kissing her hungrily. My teeth grazed her neck before I pulled her flesh between my lips with enough force to leave a mark. "Ahhn-" Elizabeth moaned, the sound escaping her lips in pleasure. The faint red bruise blooming on her pale skin would remain as evidence of this moment.

Meanwhile, her hand wrapped around my aching length, stroking it with teasing movements. Without breaking stride, she raised her hips slightly, guiding me beneath the hem of her dress. Her breath hitched as she adjusted, aligning her entrance with me before lowering herself in one slow motion.

"Ahaaan, yes..." Elizabeth moaned, her voice trembling as she took me in. The warmth and tightness of her body enveloped me completely, drawing a low groan from my throat.

My hands instinctively found her hips, and I began to thrust upward. "Ahn~! Ahn! Mmn!" Elizabeth's moans filled the air, her voice raw and lewd as she moved in sync with me. Her dress clung tightly to her frame, but the motion of her body caused her breasts to bounce slightly, the sight utterly mesmerizing.

I reached up, my fingers closing around her chest as I groped her through the fabric. "Hmnng~!" Elizabeth bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she steadied herself against me, her hands covering mine as I kneaded her soft flesh.

For a brief moment, my gaze flickered to the bracelet on my wrist-the one Viessa had given me. A pang of guilt surged through me, bringing with it a flood of emotions I had tried so hard

to bury.

I gritted my teeth, my jaw trembling as I forced those thoughts away. It had been a crappy

day, and if this was how it ended, then at least it would end with something good.

-PLAP!

I thrust upward with all my strength, burying myself as deeply as I could inside her. "AHAN!!" Elizabeth cried out as her body arched, her head thrown back in sheer ecstasy.

My length pulsed within her, the heat and tightness driving me further into the moment as

her moans filled my ears.

For now, I let everything else fade away.

I wrapped my arms firmly around Elizabeth's back, shifting our positions with ease. Her flushed face revealed no resistance, only anticipation. Gently, I removed her boots and lifted her high socked legs onto my shoulders, gripping her thighs tightly as I resumed thrusting

into her dripping core.

"Ahn! T-That's it! Hmm~!" Elizabeth resumed moaning as her nails scraped against the floor. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her body arching in time with my movements.

I didn't hold back anymore.

For the next ten minutes, the living room was alive with the sound of skin meeting skin, accompanied by the lewd squelching noises of our fervent union. The sharp scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint coppery smell of blood that still clung to us from earlier

battles. Despite the sweat and grime, Elizabeth's natural scent reached me, driving me

further to the brink of ecstasy.

-PLAP!

"M-More-hmmn! Ahn! A-Amael~~ It's coming!" Elizabeth gasped, her brows knitting as

waves of pleasure built within her.

"So am I!" I growled, gritting my teeth as I increased the pace of my movements. My hands instinctively found her breasts, massaging them roughly as I neared my peak. "Ah-Aaaahnn!!" Elizabeth's voice rose, her body convulsing as she reached her climax. Her inner walls tightened around me, milking me for everything I had.

Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust deeply one last time, releasing everything I had held

back. My body tensed as I filled her completely, her trembling form shuddering beneath me. "S-So hot~" Elizabeth whispered, gulping as if she could feel every drop filling her. Her hands trailed over her abdomen with a flushed face.

I let out a shaky breath, collapsing against her heaving chest. My mind was a haze of

exhaustion and residual pleasure.

"That... was amazing," Elizabeth murmured with a broke breath.

I stayed silent for a moment, catching my breath before finally pulling out.

"Hmnn!" Elizabeth bit her lip as I slid free, a stream of semen leaking from her still-sensitive

entrance.

I slumped beside her, staring at the broken ceiling. "Elizabeth... this can't continue," I said, speaking out thoughts I held for a moment now.

"Hm?" Elizabeth turned to me, confused. She smiled softly. "Wasn't I good enough? I can do much better, you know. I was just... a little tired today."

"It's not about that," I replied, avoiding her gaze as I fixed my eyes on the broken ceiling.

"Then? Do you want more for today?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbow.

"No." I sighed deeply. "What do you think about our relationship?"

"Hm? We're engaged, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but... our relationship is toxic," I said.

"Toxic? I don't understand," Elizabeth said, genuine confusion etched into her features.

"Do we even love each other?" I asked her. "Or are we just fulfilling our desires every time we

have sex? This... this shouldn't be how it is."

The truth hit me harder than I expected. I had used her, let my lust and frustration take

control just to bury the pain of the day. It wasn't fair to her-or to me. Elizabeth's silence showed how still confused she was and I let out a resigned sigh.

"After the war, let's have an honest conversation," I proposed.

She smiled faintly, reaching out to trail a finger along my chest before scooping up some of

the semen still on her skin. Her crimson eyes glimmered as she brought the finger to her lips,

licking it sensually.

"As you wish-"