Reincarnate as the Villainess's Husband - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Real woman(+18)
Allea lingered at Neonidas’ neck for a moment longer, her breath searing his skin, her lips hovering just above it—but never quite touching. This wasn’t just a game designed to test his patience; it was a challenge. Neonidas’ arms twitched slightly, ready to wrap around her body, but at that very moment, Allea’s nails scraped down his nape, denying him the chance.

“Not yet,” Allea whispered. The dominance in her voice was laced into every syllable, an unspoken command.

Neonidas tilted his head slightly, gazing at her with eyes like a dark sea concealing brewing storms. But he did not submit. He only maintained that defiant smile. “You’re making me wait, Allea,” he said, his voice smooth but crackling with tension.

Allea let out a soft laugh. “You can’t tame me,” she murmured. Then, without warning, her teeth grazed Neonidas’ neck.

A sharp inhale broke the silence. Neonidas’ muscles tensed instantly, yet he did not pull away. It wasn’t pain—it was something else, something that stoked the fire already burning deep within him. When Allea’s teeth withdrew, her lips soothed the spot with a slow, lingering kiss, the warmth of her tongue leaving a searing trail where she had bitten.

Neonidas tilted his head back slightly, trying to control his breath. But Allea didn’t allow him space. Her hands traced down his chest, fingertips skimming over his muscles, nails occasionally scratching his skin just enough to leave a whisper of sensation behind. “You’re going to say you love me, aren’t you?” she murmured, her lips still ghosting over his skin.

Neonidas chuckled lightly. “You already know the answer,” he whispered.

Her hands pressed against his chest, fingers tracing the ridges of his muscles—not a discovery, but a declaration of possession. Then, suddenly, she shoved him back. Neonidas’ back met the wall, his eyes flashing momentary surprise. But that surprise quickly ignited into something else.

“What are you trying to do, Allea?” he asked, his voice both defiant and thick with desire.

Allea stepped closer, their bodies brushing once more, but this time entirely on her terms. She grasped Neonidas’ wrists and pinned them against the wall—firm enough to restrain, yet not enough to hurt. Her face hovered close to his, their breaths mingling.

“Not trying,” she whispered, her voice low and tantalizing. “Taking.”

And she did.

Her lips crashed against his—firm, hungry, and irrevocable. When her tongue met his, it was less a kiss and more a battle. Taste, breath, heat… Everything tangled into a whirlpool of sensation.

Neonidas felt the pressure against his wrists, and as he attempted to resist, he felt Allea’s strength clearly. If she wanted, she could take everything from him tonight. But he had no intention of resisting. This wasn’t surrender. This was willingly diving into the storm that was Allea.

Allea pulled back for just a moment, her eyes blazing. “Tonight, the rules are mine,” she whispered.

Neonidas narrowed his eyes, watching the glint in hers. This wasn’t just a moment of passion. This was a dance of dominance, power, and challenge. When Allea withdrew her lips, a thin bridge of breath remained between them. Neonidas didn’t move. He knew that tonight, he would have only what Allea allowed.

Slowly, Allea’s hands glided upward from his wrists to his shoulders, then to the side of his neck—not in a caress, but a warning. Her palms settled on his skin like a seal, and as her fingers pressed a little harder, she tilted her head and whispered,

“You can’t always be in control, Neo.”

Her voice was soft, like a song carried in the dim light, but within it was steel. At that moment, her presence filled every corner of the room. She moved like a predator—not just one with sharp fangs, but one that knew how to hunt with cunning.

Neonidas chuckled softly. “And you will always be untamable, won’t you?”

Allea narrowed her eyes at him before lowering her head to place a kiss right beside the mark she had left on his neck. But this wasn’t an act of tenderness—it was the continued branding of a victorious hunter.

Then her hands moved again. They slid down to the hem of Neonidas’ shirt, gripping the fabric with a single, sharp motion. A second later, the shirt slipped from his shoulders, falling to the floor. What remained was only the silhouette of his muscles, sculpted by the glow of the fire.

Allea stepped back slightly, her gaze trailing over him, filled with both admiration and triumph.

Neonidas let out a slow, measured breath, his eyes fixed on her. “Don’t be so hasty in unraveling me, Allea.”

But Allea only shook her head with a teasing smile. “I’m not unraveling you,” she said, her voice as smooth as silk. “I’m molding you to fit me.”

And once again, she claimed him—devouring him entirely, consuming every moment, possessing every breath. Her kiss was deeper this time—wilder, hungrier. Her touch was demanding, yet deliberate.

Allea’s hands gripped Neonidas’ shoulders, pulling him forward before, in a sudden twist, she spun him around. She was taller than most women he had been with, yet she still had to rise on her toes to reach his lips.

But instead of stretching for the distance, Allea simply seized control. She flung Neonidas onto the bed.

Caught off balance, Neonidas landed on the soft mattress, and before he could react, Allea was already on top of him.

Moments later, their lips met again, the fire between them reigniting—an unrelenting blaze that neither had any intention of extinguishing.

Allea broke the kiss, then went backwards and pulled Neonidas’ pants off in one fell swoop. Neonidas’ swollen penis was clearly visible underneath his underwear and Allea pulled down his underwear, too.

For some reason, she was surprised to see Neonidas’ penis. The only abnormality of Neonidas’ penis was its size, but that was not the reason for Allea’s surprise.

“You’ve never had sex education, have you?” Neonidas asked.

Indeed, he had some memories of Allea avoiding these lessons. “So much for your predatory side. It was quite nice.”

“Just tell me what to do,” said Allea, looking really desperate.

“Well… You can do many things with it. You can touch and caress it, or kiss it if you want.”

As Allea’s confusion grew, she began to touch Neonidas’ cock awkwardly with her fingers. The feel of the hot, twitching penis was strange at first, but slowly she got used to it. Still, the expression on his face was enough to make Neonidas laugh.

He saw Allea looking at him like, “is something funny?”

“I never thought it would be like this…”

“What? What happened?” Allea asked in a sharp voice.

“You just… you look so sweet. I didn’t think you’d show this side of yourself right now, in this situation.”

As if Neonidas’ giggles weren’t enough, Allea, seeing that he was saying such embarrassing words, squeezed his shaft with her hand, leaving Neonidas in pain.

“Hey hey no, you’re doing it wrong, you have to do it slowly”

“Did you enjoy making fun of me?”

Feeling a deep pain in his tightly clenched penis, Neonidas sat up and shook his head. “Sorry, sorry. Now please let go.”

He took a deep breath as Allea released his penis. But Allea pushed him back onto the bed and this time gently stroked his hardening penis. Then she began to take off his clothes. It really was a sight to behold.

Neonidas penis became fully hard again as her breasts, which were obviously soft even from a distance, were exposed. Allea had round, very shapely breasts with a few black moles on them, extremely large in proportion to her body.

Her waist was unusually thin, her skin was as white as milk, and although she had many moles on her body, it gave her a nice sexiness that suited her in a strange way.

There was sparse red hair around the vagina, and the vagina itself was like a pink cake, like a neatly cut but tightly sealed slit.

And her legs… They were absolute masterpieces. Allea’s thick, plump legs were completely hairless and smooth. They looked like they had been painstakingly made, but shaped with time.

Allea stood up, pointing penis towards vagina and then slowly began to sink to the floor. She sat on Neonidas’ penis and slowly let herself go, letting it enter her. She was acting on pure impulse, but strangely enough, she was doing everything right.

Neonidas could feel the waves of pleasure traveling through his body as the head of the pliers entered this new virgin vagina. Allea’s cold fingers crawled over Neonidas’ bare chest. As a heavenly sensation slowly enveloped them both, Allea pulled herself down with a single, decisive thrust. But when she suddenly felt an unusual pain, tears came to her eyes.

“AhhHh! What… is this?” Allea could only utter these words under her breath.

Neonidas gently grabbed her waist. “Now you are a real woman,” Then he sat up and kissed Allea’s lips, this time on his own initiative, and stroked her hair. It was like a parent comforting a child after it had fallen to the ground.