Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Fallen By Lust [1] [R-18]
Christina slammed the door closed behind, throwing Azariah inside.

Azariah stumbled before balancing himself, his gaze subconsciously wandering around the dimly lit room, bathed in a lavender hue.

A king-size bed lay in the middle, covered with a beautiful red bedsheet.

Click!

His head turned at the sound before he could notice anything else.

Christina locked the door while walking towards him.

“What happened with Shyamal?” she growled, anger clear on her beautiful face, “…Why are you so close to her all of a sudden?”

“Nothing much—”

“Don’t lie to me,” she cut in with a low voice, “…I sensed divinity in the place.”

Azariah frowned, “How did you sense that?”

Normal mortals can’t sense or feel divinity; it’s only possible if they themselves have experience—

“Answer me, Azariah,” she snarled, crowding his personal space, “…And don’t you dare lie.”

Azariah looked into her anger-filled eyes and exhaled a tired sigh, “…I helped her pass her second awakening.”

“Huh?” Her brows knitted together, “…Why?”

“I have Andarnaur’s ring—”

“I am not asking how, Azariah,” she cut in, frustration carved on her features, “Why did you save her?”

“…”

Azariah averted his gaze.

“Answer me,” she scowled, grabbing his chin to make him face her, “…What is she to you? Why were you risking your life for her?”

“I have Tashirath’s divinity; she can’t kill me—”

“What is she to you?” she snarled quietly, pushing him back, jealousy and anger clear in her voice, “…Important enough for you to oppose a goddess?”

“I would do the same for you—”

“So, for you, we’re both on the same level?” she growled, pushing him again.

“That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what?” She pushed him again.

“Chris—”

“…Do you have any idea how much I control myself?” she whispered, walking towards him in a slow, menacing manner.

Azariah suppressed his need to swallow as he looked at her, “What are you doing—”

His words abruptly stopped as her hand shot to his hair, fingers closing around the roots.

She tiptoed, brought her face closer and took his mouth with her soft lips.

She moaned in his mouth, her weight entirely on Azariah, a rumbling groan vibrating in his throat as he stumbled back, falling on the bed.

“Chris—”

Her kiss turned ravenous, forceful, devouring his lips.

Azariah gripped her hips, and she cupped the back of his head.

She sucked and bit until his lips bled, then licked the blood with pleasure.

She slowly withdrew, struggling for breath while licking the blood on her lips as she straddled his body.

Azariah looked up at her, his eyes confused yet lustful as he gazed at her.

“…Are you sure you want to do this?” he exhaled as Christina leaned forward, slowly working on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I should have done this long ago,” she let out, a bright smile on her face, “Using my body is a far better way to comfort you than mere words.”

“You are wrong,” Azariah grumbled with a tired sigh.

“…”

But Christina didn’t reply; instead, her eyes glued to his shirtless body.

Her trembling fingers moved closer to touch the scars on his body as she grind her core onto him subconsciously.

“I never knew your body was this… sinful,” she muttered, tracing the sex lines along his abs, “…How low is your body fat?”

“No idea,” Azariah replied, his breath fast and shallow at her gentle touch.

His heartbeat quickened, and instinctively his body started rushing blood to his lower self.

“Hmm?”

Christina’s fingers halted as she felt the hard heat burning against her core.

She looked down at Azariah, who also noticed his erection.

“It’s not—”

“Shut up,” she groaned softly, gently lifting herself.

She lowered one hand to the front of her thighs and gathered her white gown in her fist, dragging the hem up her legs.

Her smooth, milky skin became visible for Azariah to admire.

“Fuck the promise,” she whispered to herself, adjusting herself, “…Fuck her; he is mine, and everything about him is mine.”

“Christi—”

His words cut short as Christina unzipped his pants and yanked down his underwear.

“Argh.”

Without warning, she grabbed his hard, veiny cock, sliding her black panties aside before aligning herself and slowly sitting down.

“Christina!” Azariah yelled, raising his torso and stopping her midway. “Why are you—”

“Sigh.”

She let out a tired sigh, reason returning to her eyes.

She slowly got down from the bed, her gown flowing down, “…I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have forced myself on you like that.”

Azariah adjusted his pants as he stood up, his voice echoing, “I didn’t mean to stop you—”

“It’s fine,” she cut off his words with a bright smile, hiding her pain, “…I will wait for you, like always… like the good little wife I am.”

“…”

Azariah looked at her, no words coming out of his mouth.

“You should go check on Shyamal,” Christina whispered as she turned around, “…She seems like a better choice for you.”

“Are you going to walk out just like that?” Azariah asked, walking closer as her steps halted.

She turned around. “I won’t do anything that you don’t like—”

Her words cut off as Azariah kissed her, open-mouthed and raw, her heart pounding and desire burning within her.

Gliding his palms down her back, he caught her at the waist, lifted her, and crushed her to his chest.

Her legs hooked around Azariah’s hips as he walked until he trapped her between his body and the wall.

Again and again, he took her mouth, devouring lush lips that parted so sinfully for him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers sank into Azariah’s white hair, yanking passionately.

“I never said I didn’t like it,” Azariah whispered between their kisses.

“Anh~”

She moaned into his mouth as Azariah’s hand dropped to her ass while he ground his hips against her core.

His hands moved on her back, sliding the zip of her gown.

Christina helped him remove the gown, stripping herself without shame.

Azariah adjusted her body, shrugging the gown off her, then turning her around.

“Were you gaslighting me into fucking you?” he growled, walking towards the bed.

“It was your decision,” she moaned, kissing his jawline, shoulder, and neck.

Azariah threw her on the bed, kissing her once again.

“Anh~”

His hands roamed over her body before gently squeezing her breasts, making her moan into his mouth.

With a gentle touch, he unhooked and slid her bra off.

Christina didn’t try to hide her ample breasts, her confidence in them clear.

“Do you want to suck them?” Christina purred in his ear, and Azariah gulped.

She placed both her hands around his head before guiding him to her left pink nipple.

“Anh~”

She moaned sinfully, her body jerking back in pleasure as he sucked on her swollen bud.

His free hand glided down, touching her lower lips.

He rubbed before slowly slipping his fingers into her as he bit her swollen nipple in his mouth.

Christina struggled to breathe, feeling the pleasure building up in her body.

But she quickly noticed something.

…His hands.

Suppressing her pleasure, she looked down, meeting Azariah’s curious gaze, her nipple in his mouth.

“Not like this,” she whispered, her hands overlapping his, “…Like this.”

She guided and helped him to finger her pussy properly.

“Just like that~”

She moaned in pleasure, but the next instant, Azariah’s hand stopped.

“…Do you masturbate?” Azariah asked, taking her pricked buds out of his mouth.

“…I have your used shirts, so uh, sometimes,” she whispered, trying not to blush.

“How often?” Azariah asked, biting on her nipple.

“…Once in a while~” she whispered seductively, her body jerking up.

“Like—”

“Stop interrogating and fuck me already,” she snapped, glaring at the boy who played with her nipples.

“Not now,” Azariah whispered as he crawled down and kissed her abdomen.

“Az~”

He kissed and licked again and again until she shuddered and gripped his shoulders to stop.

Azariah knelt as he took his clothes off, admiring the girl who was glowing with afterglow.

A gush of wetness seeped from her core, pooling underneath her on the sheets.

“Oh my~” Christina whispered as she finally noticed his cock, standing straight in the air.

A large vein ran up the underside and disappeared beneath the head.

“That would have hurt like hell if you’d taken it without preparation,” Azariah calmly whispered as she lifted her hips, allowing him to strip her panties.

Then she slid her feet apart. “Come here,” she purred.

Azariah reached between her thighs, but he quickly stopped.

“Condom,” he whispered.

Christina mumbled, gazing at him gently, “It’s my safe day.”

Azariah’s gaze turned lustful and a black feather hovered around him.