Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1982

Chapter 1982: Mila’s First [Part 1]
Villain Ch 1982. Mila’s First [Part 1]

Allen’s forehead pressed to hers, breath shaky and hot, his voice low in her ear.

“Stay with me,” he murmured.

Her fingers strained against the belt. Her legs shook around him. Her chest rose too fast, too shallow.

He held her still, one hand gripping her hip, the other cupping her jaw like he needed to feel every flinch and tremble she made.

“Mila,” he said again, deeper this time. “Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open.

His face hovered inches from hers.

Hungry. Focused.

And impossibly gentle in a way that didn’t soften the dominance, it sharpened it.

“You feel me,” he whispered. “All of me.”

Her breath caught. “Allen…”

“I know,” he murmured. “It’s a lot. You’re tight. You’re scared. Your body’s trying to figure out what’s happening.”

Her chest trembled. Her voice cracked. “It… it hurts…”

His thumb stroked her cheek, slow, grounding. “That part always does the first time. It’s your body stretching for me.”

Her throat went dry.

He leaned in until their noses brushed.

His voice dropped to something possessive. Dark. Certain.

“You take me just fine. I knew you would.”

Her heart lurched so hard it felt like it bruised her ribs from the inside.

Then his hips shifted, not thrusting. Not taking.

Just a slow, careful grind of his body against hers.

Her breath tore from her in a broken gasp.

Heat shot through her spine.

Her thighs tightened.

Her eyes squeezed shut.

Allen caught her face in his hand again. “Look at me.”

She did.

And the look in his eyes almost destroyed her, because he wasn’t just dominant now. He wasn’t just hungry.

He was proud.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel me. Let your body get used to mine.”

Her lips trembled. “I… Allen, I can feel everything…”

“I want you to,” he replied. “Every inch. Every pressure. Every shiver.”

Her breath stuttered when he rolled his hips again, slow and deep enough that the sensation rippled through her chest and into her throat.

Her fingers curled. Her toes curled. Her mind, barely holding shape, began dissolving.

“Too much?” he whispered.

“N… no… I…”

She swallowed hard.

“It’s intense…”

“That’s the point.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth again, softer this time. “You’re learning what it feels like to be opened by someone who knows how to handle you.”

Her entire body shivered.

He pressed deeper, not fully, just enough for her to feel the promise of him, the weight, the stretch, the slow claim written into the shape of him.

Her breath broke. “Allen…”

He hushed her gently, lips brushing her ear. “Relax your legs.”

She tried.

He smirked. “Good girl.”

Her face flamed.

His hips moved again, slow and steady, the rhythm more about letting her adjust than taking what he wanted. But even with that restraint, the sensation was overwhelming… heat pressing against heat, tightness easing by degrees, her body learning him inch by inch.

Her voice trembled. “It feels… weird… it feels…”

He kissed her throat, then murmured into her skin, “Of course it does. You’ve never had anyone here before. Your body isn’t used to holding anything this deep.”

Her breath caught.

Her mind blanked.

Her thighs shook hard enough for him to feel.

Allen growled softly against her skin. “You’re gripping me like you don’t want to let go.”

“I can’t help it,” she whispered, almost crying from the intensity.

“Yes, you can.”

His hand traced down her waist, firm and guiding. “Let your body melt. Don’t fight me.”

Her hips trembled as she tried.

He kept whispering.

He kept holding her steady.

His body kept moving against hers with slow, claiming pressure, grinding deeper each time her body softened.

“Good,” he murmured.

She gasped and arched, not in pain now but in raw, helpless sensation.

Her heart raced.

Her thoughts cracked open.

Her entire body felt like it was sinking into him.

Mila couldn’t process anything but heat, pressure, and Allen’s voice, deep, dark, and in total control.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re opening for me. You’re doing perfect.”

She whimpered, tears slipping down her temples… not from hurt, but from the overwhelming wave building inside her chest and stomach and thighs.

Her legs tightened around him.

Her breath came out in small, desperate broken gasps.

Allen cupped her face.

“Mila,” he said quietly. “Don’t hold back.”

“I… I can’t… it’s too much…”

“That’s because it’s your first time,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “Your body is waking up. And once it wakes up… it doesn’t go back.”

Her breath shattered. “Allen—”

He kissed her, slow, deep, claiming, and her mind finally broke.

Everything inside her tensed at once, like her body forgot what to do with itself. Her legs shook. Her fingers clenched helplessly against the belt binding her wrists. Her lungs stuttered as she tried to breathe around the rush of heat flooding her.

Allen didn’t let her drown alone.

He held her face and kissed her again.

His voice vibrated through her chest. His breath mixed with hers. His warmth pressed her into the sheets like she belonged there, pinned and trembling and overwhelmed.

Then he moved… slightly, but enough for her to gasp, whimpering as the sensation flooded through her.

“Allen— it’s too—”

“No. It’s exactly what you need.”

His body pressed harder against hers, his pace losing its restraint, his rhythm turning sharper. The pressure grew too fast for her to hold on to. She whimpered again, louder this time, her voice cracking.

“Good,” he breathed. “Don’t hold it in. Let me hear you.”

Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, tightening as if her body refused to let him go. The moment she did, Allen groaned, low and rough, and his hand gripped her hip harder, pulling her against him like he needed her closer, deeper.

She didn’t know if she was supposed to cry or scream. She just knew she couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from her. Broken little whimpers, soft gasps, sharp breaths, each one pushing him to take her a little rougher.