I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 79: When You Get Entangled With A Brown-skinned Vixen, Be Sure To Learn The Art Of Moderation

She continued to grind against it. Each deep suck of my mouth on her breast clearly worsened her internal state. If I may use the word... caused her to be more destabilized.

I ran my hand across her body, gently touching her, yet never letting her feel the fullness of my touch. It was like torturously grazing my palm over her entire skin in that moment of aroused pleasure — a featherlight drag across heated flesh that made her breath catch and her hips stutter.

I had read somewhere that this method could intensify arousal. Since I couldn’t use Summoner’s Touch on her, the technique just surfaced in my memory as I thought of ways to make her even more destabilized.

And it worked. She trembled, pressing harder. She grabbed my face and kissed my lips deeply. My hands found her breast while the other traced its way toward her thighs.

As I slipped it inside her short kilt, she trembled visibly, breaking away from the kiss to let out a helpless moan.

There was something fascinating about her. The way she was so helpless in my hands. I suspected she was most likely someone with high libido — the manner in which she behaved had almost made me think maybe Summoner’s Touch was working after all.

Everything seemingly came too easy. As if she was expecting it. With Lira, there had been a goal.

But it wasn’t like Nisha had a goal. Maybe she did. Pure pleasure — she was starved, and all the stress so far had just built up to this perfect moment.

Hence it was not about me. It could’ve been anybody.

’Of course, now, I’m about to make it about me. I will fuck her so well and make sure she craves only me from this moment forward.’

Let her remember exactly who made her feel this way.

She leaned into my ear, breathless... and passionately hungry.

”Fuck me.” Her voice was hoarse. ”Please. Fuck me.” It came again. I almost lost my senses.

I undid my trouser buckles and managed to pull my dick free. She gasped as she felt something at the entrance of her vagina, her mouth widening.

She raised herself up slightly and slowly — with widening eyes and an even more pained moan — lowered herself, sitting on it and letting it slowly slip into her.

She clenched her eyes and folded her lips in, frantically beating on my shoulder as my dick began to take on a shape that seemed to spread to every corner of her insides. Even extending further as it narrowed deeper for some reason.

”Shikes! Cade, what in the rotten light do you—”

I moved and she immediately threw her head back, letting out a satisfied moan mid-sentence.

Her expression was helpless, her eyes closed as she leaned on me, hugging her arms around my neck as she began to slowly move herself. Up, down, up, down — letting out soft moans with the slow rhythm.

Her rhythm got faster. Now she just placed her hands on my shoulders, locking eyes consumed by lust with mine. Her breasts jerked and jiggled as she rode me, releasing a moan that bordered on a happy and excited cry as she continued to move.

Her insides were slick and deep. It was most fascinating how I felt wholly engulfed. I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation, and the pleasure peaked for even me.

My senses anchored upon the tip of my dick as she moved, every stroke slamming into a slight bulge in the depths of her.

I could feel it, and focusing on that feeling...

”Awwhhh fuuuu—”

Her lips trembled as her legs did the same. She was strong. She punched into the wall, sending cracks spider-webbing through the stone. Her forehead pressed against mine, and she held my hair tightly with her other hand, jamming down her hips on me and shaking from an overwhelming sensation.

”Fuuuu—” her breath came out ragged, her voice barely making it through. ”Whatever it is you did just now... do it again. Do it.”

’Interesting...’

Somehow, I had discovered that by focusing my senses on my dick while it was inside her, I could increase the force with which the tip was hitting her sweet spot. Making the pleasure of that moment last longer than it usually would with every movement.

’Something to file away for future reference.’

It seemed like it had worked perfectly. I did it again, more focused this time because it required an incredible amount of concentration.

She punched the wall again, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.