Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1983

Chapter 1983: Mila’s First [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1983. Mila’s First [Part 2]

Her sentence dissolved into another helpless whimper as the sensation twisted inside her… tight, hot, overwhelming, like something inside her was swelling too fast.

Allen kissed her jaw, then her throat, leaving her skin wet and marked, his breath ragged against her ear. “That’s it. Let your body decide. Don’t think.”

But she couldn’t think even if she tried.

Her mind was gone… white noise and heat and the steady, unyielding presence of Allen above her. Her vision blurred. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her stomach clenched. Her toes curled so hard her calves spasmed.

Her head fell back against the pillow. “Allen… oh God… I can’t—”

His voice wrapped around her like velvet and fire, guiding her down a path she had no idea how to navigate.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, matching the rhythm he drove her into. Her body jerked under him, each rough press stealing her breath, each whisper making her tremble more.

“Mila,” he murmured, biting gently at her ear. “Let go.”

“I’m— I’m scared—”

“Don’t be.”

His lips traced down her throat, leaving it wet with heat. “I’ve got you. Every second. Every breath. Every shiver. I’ve got you.”

Something inside her twisted again… harder… sharper… too much.

Her whimper rose into a choked cry. “Allen— it’s— it’s coming— I can’t stop it—”

He caught her face in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes as the pressure climbed higher, higher, unbearably high.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Don’t stop it. Don’t you dare stop it.”

Her vision blurred at the edges.

Her breaths fractured.

Her body squeezed tight around a sensation she could barely endure.

“Allen—” her voice cracked completely “—I’m going to—!”

Her words collapsed into a strangled sound as the dam inside her finally split, emotion, heat, sensation overflowing faster than she could understand, faster than she could breathe.

Her back arched violently.

Her legs tightened.

Her whole body shook.

And then the world went white around the edges… and she felt herself fall into something she had no name for.

Something that wasn’t fear.

Not pain.

Just pleasure.

Pure, overwhelming, consuming pleasure.

She clung to the sound of his voice as everything inside her broke open. “AHN~!”

Her cry tore out of her like it had been trapped somewhere deep in her ribs for years. Her whole body arched off the mattress, trembling violently, her wrists straining against the belt restraints as she shook with the force of it.

Allen held her through all of it.

His hands braced her waist, his chest pressed to hers, his breath hot on her neck.

He didn’t move away.

Didn’t loosen.

Didn’t let her fall apart alone.

“Mila,” he murmured, breath ragged near her ear.

Her nails dragged across his back, completely involuntary, wild, frantic. She felt them catch on his skin, felt the warmth of it under her fingertips. She didn’t know if she scratched him or clung to him or both.

She only knew she needed to.

Needed to feel him.

Needed to anchor herself to something real while her mind dissolved into white‑noise pleasure.

Allen hissed a breath, not in pain, but something hotter.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Mark me.”

His voice sent another tremor through her legs.

She didn’t even realize she was still shaking until his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her steady against the pillow. Her hair stuck to her damp forehead. Her chest heaved. She couldn’t catch a proper breath, couldn’t control the way her body moved, couldn’t even hear anything except the blood rushing in her ears.

And something warm.

She felt it on her thighs.

Between them.

A slickness she didn’t recognize, wet, heavy, hot.

Was that her?

Her breath hitched.

“Allen… I… I’m wet…”

He chuckled low, still catching his breath, his forehead resting against her cheek. “You think I didn’t notice?”

She shook her head weakly. “I… I didn’t know… it would be… like that…”

His fingers stroked her hip in slow, grounding circles. “It’s your first time. Your body opened up for the first time. That’s what it feels like.”

She swallowed thickly, still trembling. “It’s… messy…”

He laughed, quiet, hoarse, almost proud. “You did nothing wrong. If anything—” he shifted, brushing his lips against her jaw “—you did better than most.”

She whimpered, her body curling into his instinctively, legs still weak, thighs sticky with her own release. She felt like jelly, boneless and unable to lift even a finger. If he asked her to move, she didn’t know if she could.

Allen smoothed her hair back, looking down at her.

And the expression on his face hit her harder than any physical sensation.

His cheeks were flushed, a deep red bleeding down his neck. His lips were parted, breath unsteady. His eyes watched her like she was the most addictive thing he had ever tasted.

He looked… satisfied.

More satisfied than she ever thought a man could look.

“Allen…” she whispered, voice barely there.

He leaned close, brushing her lips with his thumb. “You should see your own face. You look ruined.”

She blushed, trying to turn away, but he caught her chin and forced her to meet his eyes again.

“And perfect.”

Her pulse fluttered uncontrollably.

Her body still trembled, the aftershocks rolling through her like small waves she couldn’t stop. She felt something else, too, something warm and wet still between them. Maybe him. Maybe her. Maybe both. She didn’t know.

She didn’t even care.

All she felt was him.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, though his voice still carried that deep, rough undercurrent that made her shiver.

“Like… like I’m not in my body…” she whispered. “Like everything’s soft.”

“Good.”

His hand slid up her thigh, slow and claiming. “That’s what happens when you give yourself to someone for the first time.”

She inhaled sharply.

“I… I don’t think I can move,” she admitted.

“You don’t need to.”

He lowered himself until his chest pressed fully against hers, their breaths mixing, bodies flush and warm.

“If I want you to move,” he said, his lips ghosting over her ear, “I’ll move you.”

Her breath stuttered.

“And if I want you again…” his voice deepened, “…you won’t have to do anything. I’ll handle everything.”