NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Release the Monster (2)

“Look down…”

She did, her gaze drifting down her trembling body, past her bunched-up gown. And then she saw it. At first, it was just a shadow, something ominous and promising. Then, like some forbidden magic trick, a bulbous tip pushed into view, proud and daring.

“Oh… oh my…”

Her breath hitched, her eyes going wide as saucers.

“That’s right,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning her ear and sending shivers through her. “It’s big. And that’s just the start, my lady. Just you fucking wait.”

The tip gave way to a thick, veined shaft that seemed to go on forever, like it had ambitions of touching the floor. Inch by glorious inch, it emerged, standing tall and commanding, until the entire length was revealed in all its intimidating glory.

“O-oh dear.”

She whispered, clutching his hands tighter as if they were the only thing grounding her to reality. Her mind was doing gymnastics, trying and failing to comprehend the sheer size of the beast.

“How’s the instrument, my lady? To your liking?”

He purred, his lips grazing her ear as his teeth gave her earlobe a playful nibble.

Nadia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the absolute beast between her legs. Her voice trembled as she stammered.

“I-it’s two… no, three times bigger than the instrument I-I’m used to working with. Th-this… I-I don’t think it’s going to fit…”

Her words were shaky, but her gaze stayed glued to the cock in question—thick, veined, and twitching like it had a mind of its own.

And then it twitched up again, the tip brushing against her puffy, dripping pussy. The heat of it was like a lightning bolt straight to her core, and her knees buckled. Her pussy clenched, frustrated at its emptiness, practically screaming, Put it in, you bastard!

“Oh, it’ll fit, my lady. I fucking promise.”

As if to emphasize his words, his cock twitched again, this time smacking her soaked folds with just enough force to make her gasp.

Another rush of heat shot through her, leaving her clinging to him for balance as her legs wobbled like a newborn deer.

“Now,” he said, his voice low and commanding, “let me get my instrument… inside.”

His hand snaked down to her thigh, fingers strong and possessive as he gripped her soft flesh. In one smooth motion, he lifted her leg, spreading her wide open.

Her breath hitched as she found herself completely exposed, her dripping pussy glistening in the dim light, practically begging for the monster below it.

She didn’t protest, though a startled yelp escaped her lips. Instead, she stared, wide-eyed, at the impending collision. His cock was so close—an inch below her throbbing entrance, pulsating like it couldn’t wait to wreck her in ways her little “instruments” never could.

“Grab it,” he commanded, his voice low and dripping with authority.

Without a second thought, her hand wrapped around the beast. The intense heat, the sheer size, the pulsing veins—it was like she was holding a weapon of mass destruction.

Her fingers barely closed around it, and for a moment, she just stared, completely hypnotized. Fuck, this isn’t a cock—it’s a goddamn life choice.

“Now,” he said, smirking at her dazed expression, “grind on it. Make the entrance nice and wet.”

Her body moved before her brain could catch up, the tip of his monster rubbing against her soaked entrance. The slick heat of her pussy and the raw power of his cock sent shockwaves up her spine. It was primal, filthy, and overwhelmingly good.

“O-oh y-yes… that’s it,” he groaned, his voice like a reward for her efforts. “That’s fucking perfect. You’re doing so good, my little slut.”

Her cheeks burned at his words, but the praise only spurred her on. Her dripping lips parted slightly, cradling the tip of his cock like it was custom-made for her.

Each grind sent another spark of pleasure through her, and soon she was leaning back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder as she savored the sensation.

“Do you know how the old guards used to search a suspicious woman?”

He suddenly asked, his voice breaking through her haze of lust.

Her grinding faltered for a second.

‘What the fuck kind of question is that right now?’

But because it was Artis, curiosity won over.

“How?”

She murmured, still rubbing herself on his cock, her voice breathy and dripping with need.

He chuckled darkly.

“First, they search your body—real thorough, I’m talking pat every-fucking-where thorough.”

He said, his voice laced with that wicked edge she both hated and loved.

“And if they’re still suspicious? Oh, they check your holes. All of them. And when that’s not enough, they pull out their ‘divine rods’ and start probing. Every. Damn. Hole. Gotta make sure there’s no poison stashed up there to assassinate a lord mid-fuckfest.”

Her face burned, a mix of intrigue and mortification.

‘Who the fuck even comes up with this stuff?’

“And if they do find something suspicious,” he continued smoothly, his right hand keeping her leg up like it was the most casual thing in the world, “then the guard dies. Boom. Poisoned. And, of course, the woman? She’s executed immediately.”

His left hand joined the party, snaking around her stomach and holding her tightly against him. His cock twitched against her dripping pussy, clearly enjoying the ridiculous tale he was spinning.

“Th-that’s a terrible way to go for the guard…”

She managed to stammer, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment and arousal.

“What do you mean?” he said, his tone mockingly incredulous. “The women they suspect are always the most drop-dead gorgeous ones. Just like the one I’m holding in my arms right now.”

Her breath hitched, and her face turned scarlet.

“S-stop flattering me…”

“It’s not flattery, my lady,” he purred into her ear, nipping lightly at her lobe. “It’s fucking truth.”

Her pussy clenched involuntarily. Gods, he was insufferable—and insanely hot.

‘How the hell did I get into this?’

“Sometimes, they’re not even suspicious.”

He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear with a smirk.

“They just want a taste of her before the lord gets his turn. But enough about guards—now, guide it to your entrance.”