My Sister The Villainess - Chapter 83

“And to that end,” Damien continued to hold her close, ” I’m going to be starting and ending my every day with you from now on.” The rumble of his voice sent powerful echoes through her body.

When he finished speaking Mary needed to blink away the wetness that had begun, yet again, blurring her vision. It wasn’t fair, the things he said. The directness and sincerity were just playing dirty, weren’t they? She must’ve shed more tears in the last day than she had in many, many years. After all, she was used to sweet words. Not caring ones.

At this point in her life Mary had started to think just didn’t deserve them.

“Speaking of,” He went on, ” I’ve got the perfect idea for how to begin the morning.” Saying so, his fingers drifted to her thigh. He suddenly picked her up and dragged her across his lap.

Mary’s breath hitched. Oh lords above, she thought. The man wanted to gift her hot, wet bliss–and gods help her, she craved it.

The remaining sleepiness vanished in an instant.

“I think you’re going to love it.” Then, with infinite tenderness, his thumb rubbed up and down her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s while his other fingers teased her opening.

NOTHING could possibly feel this good. She needed more. But how did she get more? Ask? That was much too embarrassing…

Luckily her body asked for her.

“I love how sensual you are.” Damien chuckled. “Even now you’re rocking to my fingers.”

Was she? She hadn’t noticed at all. Mary looked down and saw that dexterous thumb run slick circles around her flower bud. He crooked his forefinger, breaching her with but a knuckle. It was–

Rapture.

“Oh, sweet heavens.” She murmured. Soon enough she was slowly uncoiling from his touch. Her legs opened for him without even the need to be asked.

“You can’t love me yet. But for now, you’ll at least come for me.” The intensity of his gaze, the sheer desire in them….Mary found herself tunneling her fingers through his thick hair in a stupor, clutching him close.

“I won’t quit until you’re absolutely writhing in ecstasy.” He promised. “Then I’ll keep going.”

.

And by now the pleasure was so great she truly feared its end. Mary looked up at him with pleading eyes. “You really won’t stop?” She whispered.

“Never.”

“Good.” It was the only word she was able to get out before succ.u.mbing to the first of many orgasms.

***

A full hour later and Mary was collapsed against his chest, panting hard, sweaty from head to toe. Her s.e.x, having just undergone a world-changing level of stimulation, showed not the slightest signs of calming down. She was so sensitive down there right now that even a light breath of air could likely send her over the edge.

“For now, you’ll come for me.” He had told her. And oh how right those words were. Mary felt she’d be coming for him quite a lot from now on.

Never in her life had she received this level of pleasure. Even his mother couldn’t…hm. She didn’t want to think about her right now.

Getting back to the present, Mary’s body was now hot to the extent where she could almost see the steam rising from her skin. She’d become soft and boneless, without a single ounce of strength.

She’d been thoroughly satisfied, enough that Damien’s hands and legs were dripping with fresh warm nectar.

He did something crazy just then. Right in front of her, without even a little shame, he licked a finger. She was instantly mortified.

Damien must’ve seen that, because he smiled that roguish smile of his and said, “You’re undoubtedly my new favorite flavor.”

This was a simple and unembellished statement. But somehow it was also the s.e.xiest thing she’d ever heard.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Damien moved on and asked, like he even needed to. Were the words that important to him?

“You,” Mary steadied herself after a deep breath, “Are a horrible influence on a woman, do you know that?” She finished.

“Oh?” He arched a brow.

Mary laid her head on his shoulder. For the longest time already she had been able to feel his swollen c.o.c.k poking her side. But he didn’t once care to relieve himself, focusing solely on her. This sort of single-minded dedication to bringing his partner complete and total s.e.x.u.a.l satisfaction would be devastating to any woman, not to mention her.

“Yes, because I feel that after a night with you we’d end up ruined for other men.” Mary glared coldly.

“I suppose I’ll have to take that as a compliment?”

“As you wish. You take whatever you want already anyway. Even me.” Mary, of course, didn’t say that last part. And obviously that wasn’t fair. She didn’t mean it in a bad way, either.

“Guess I’ve taken you, too, then.” He actually had the audacity to say it! “Well, maybe not fully. But I plan on changing that.”

This guy…Mary felt helpless against his matchless confidence. Her hand gripped his erect c.o.c.k all of a sudden.

“What’re you doing?”

The woman had done this kind of thing before but somehow it was more embarrassing this time. She didn’t really know why, not after all the things they’d already done.

“You’ve been servicing me for all this time. You should also enjoy yourself, shouldn’t you? This wouldn’t fair if I’m the only one feeling good. So…” She coughed. “Just relax. I’ll take care of it.”

Damien nodded without a word. He wouldn’t mind even if she didn’t, but the fact she offered was appreciated. And what it meant for their new, tentative relationship was also noted.

He didn’t speak further and simply allowed her to work his shaft. The woman’s hand felt divine. She didn’t move fast but rather a bit slow and steady. The lack of speed didn’t change how great it felt, however. In fact, it even felt better for it.

The slowness brought an excruciating sort of intimacy and bliss. The way she started to nibble on his neck only increased that feeling. It wasn’t long before he let out a sigh.

After around ten minutes of stroking the woman scooched down with no warning so that her face was staring up at his engorged p.e.n.i.s.

Mary gulped quietly. She felt a kind of fondness well up at the sight of this fierce weapon. This naughty thing had been inside her so many times and brought her such splendid orgasms.

It’d been soaked with her juice from head to base. Would she be able to taste herself? Mary then was struck with an insane desire and lightly ran her tongue along his shaft.

…She was sweet.

Damien twitched. Mary’s slippery tongue went up and down his pole. Her face and nose were pressed up against his c.o.c.k, as if snuggling up to it, breathing deeply.

He had the best smell. She couldn’t get enough of it. But it wasn’t only his smell, it was also his taste…no, theirs. The two brands of flavor had mixed in the most delectable of ways.

“It’s something to be slowly savored,” Mary decided.

And savor she did.

***

It was mid-day when the two finally decided to leave and let the s.e.x-scented house air out. What Damien did was immediately take Mary to go find Vera.

He found her sitting at a table in front of their house, alone, eating some cake. She stopped what she was doing as soon as she saw them approach.

Mary blinked at her. “What on earth happened to you?” She was by her daughter’s side in an instant. She cupped the girl’s cheeks and moved her head this way and that, examining her closely. “It’s like looking in a mirror.”

She was struck with a sense of surrealism. The life energy the girl was putting out was several degrees above even Mary’s. It approached Muriel’s, actually. Although this difference wasn’t so great as to be a chasm, as she and Muriel’s life energies were actually similar in magnitude, it was still enough that Mary could tell.

Vera was but a sapling, she should in no way possess such potent vitality at her age!

She turned to Damien. “What did you do to her?”

“I planted her deep in my heart.” He spoke solemnly, like a love-struck fool.

“Cut the bullshit, what’s going on?” Mary wanted to pull his ears off.

Vera broke out of her mother’s grip with great struggle. “… I can explain.” She started. A pause. “Don’t be mad.” The girl started telling the tale and provided her own theory as to what he had done.

She was mad.

“You gave him your physical body?” Even Mary had a look of astonishment just then. She shook her head and gave her daughter a merciless chop to the dome. “Idiot girl! I can’t believe you’d be so reckless!” She glared frostily. “And all because you got a little jealous of some overgrown feline? Gods, this girl…”

Vera sat on the grass and endured her mother’s berating. Remembering that woman’s pair of fine, soft-looking cat ears caused her to tsk irritably. ” It wasn’t fair for her to have such an advantage anyway.” She muttered under her breath. At that time she thought that if the Young Master was truly dead-set on marrying that girl, at the very least Vera didn’t want to have the same regrets as her mother.

Even if the Young Master wouldn’t know what the “housewarming gift” meant, Vera herself would have known.

She just wanted the person she loved to take care of her. Was that really so bad? Tsk. For once she’d been able to work up some courage, and it paid off in the most wonderful and unexpected of ways. Vera had no reason to feel sorry for anything!

Mary looked down at her unrepentant daughter with complex emotions. What she’d done was beyond stupid. There were a thousand different ways for her to have ended up in a miserable position.

Who knew what a person like the Young Master would have done with a gift like that? He wouldn’t have understood the significance, surely. He could have thrown her own to the cold and killed her! It really was beyond reckless!

And yet…it was also a display of bravery and trust Mary never could have pulled off herself. She was ashamed of the fact, of her cowardice, but she’d been taught better. The memories were deeper for her than they were for Vera.

Of course, they would be.

People said you never forget your first love. For Mary that rang especially true. How could she forget? The experience had been literally burned into her flesh.

She never recovered from that old flame. Even to this day, there would be times when she’d be lost in thought and suddenly remember those days. Recall the pain, the agony.

….The sharp crackles as the fire burned her. How she smelled as the winds picked up and helped stoke the flames. The entire world had screamed and all she could do was beg the gods for a faster death.

Nothing compared.

She could’ve never trusted someone with her like that again. But even if she had been capable of the naive belief a second time, she never got the chance to know. All her corresponding lovers just kept reinforcing the idea that she was right to keep to herself.

Even Elias, as kind as he was, never bothered to prod too deeply into her past.

Maybe it was her fault. Maybe if she had opened up on her own and taken the risk things may not be the same as they were today.

If she didn’t trust the wrong man. If she hadn’t fallen for someone who couldn’t want her. If she hadn’t woken up alone so many times.

If this, if that…Mary’s entire life could’ve been different, if.

Mary was happy that Vera was stronger than her. But right now it was like looking at a better version of herself. A version she couldn’t, didn’t deserve to b–

“Ku!” She was hit, quite painfully, right on her rump. The jolt caused her to let out a hiss. She rubbed her surely reddening rear and cast an accusatory glance Damien’s way. “Why?!”

He sneered. “You mother and daughter really are a matching pair. Your faces can barely crack a smile or a frown but you wear your hearts on your sleeve.”

“What is that even supposed to mean?”

“It means I’m not f.u.c.k.i.n.g blind. I can tell when you get foolish thoughts in your head. So every time you start with all the negativity I’m going to hit you!” He struck her again with a swift slap to the ass, causing her to yelp. “And then I’m going to do this.”

The young man pulled her into a hug and began stroking her hair for the second time today. He spoke gently into her ear, a never-ending stream of sweet words that made her far too embarrassed to keep her previously tragic mindset.

Vera’s eye twitched as a familiar scent entered her nose. It’d been poking at the back of her mind the entire time, but she only just now realized what it was after watching the intimate scene currently playing out.

“Are you serious? I take my eyes off you for all of one day and you go out and seduce my mother?”

Mary stiffened awkwardly. She seemed to have forgotten herself for a moment and quickly extracted herself from his arms. Vera watched her impassively.

“And you!” She put her hands to her h.i.p.s. “You knew that I…about the Young Master…Ahem.” She couldn’t quite say the words in front of her like this. Not yet especially after what she’d just seen. And could smell. ” Yet you still went after him?”

“….This Mary is innocent….” She muttered under her breath, in a very familiar manner. Suddenly finding the bird nest ten feet away wholly fascinating.

It was him who went after her, okay?

She isn’t at fault here. After all that tortuous pleasuring, what woman could be blamed for giving in?

Certainly not this Mary!

Vera wasn’t buying it. “The tables have turned, mother dearest.” Her tone was frigid, merciless. “Kneel.” She was going to enjoy this.

Just as she was about to launch into her own tirade, Damien intervened. “Hold up. Its not as if you’re one to talk. I take my eyes off you for all of an hour and you show up trying to assign me mistresses I didn’t ask for?” He threw her words back in her face.

A wrinkle appearing between her brow. “I needed the help!” She protested. ” And is that why you did this?”

“Nope.” He denied. ” And hell, I didn’t even mean to take it so far at first. But yeah that made it easier, not gonna lie. I regret nothing.” He really didn’t.

“Oh, I can see that.” A snide, sarcastic comment.

“You’re upset. Totally understandable.”

“But you still want her?”

“Haven’t I always?”

Vera grumbled to herself gloomily. She knew that was the case. In fact, she understood that their foreplay was so enjoyable to him partly because of how much she looked like her mother. She would admit, it was a bit of a thrill for Vera too…but this…?

“I don’t know what you want me say.” She finally let out.

“And that’s reasonable. I get it. But at this stage its a bit too late for me to just back out. And I wouldn’t even if you both let me.” He walked over towards the grounded Mary and dropped to a knee. “I’ve wanted you all my life. Now that I’ve got you I’m won’t let you go for anything.” The taking of those full pink lips denoted the level of his resolve. He lost himself in her honey-like flavor and unquestioning compliance. She opened her mouth as if she couldn’t wait to have him inside.

Mary herself wasn’t at all sure what was happening. She only knew she was quickly growing more and more dependant on these warm, comforting kisses.

“What about me?” A bitter voice brought them both back to reality.

Vera’s heart clenched. WItnessing the tenderness of their shared moment, so openly, as if she didn’t exist, nearly broke her. She didn’t want to see this. It hurt too much.

“I won’t let you go for anything either.” Damien wasn’t going just sit around when she had such a heartbroken look in her eye. Nope.”I refuse to. So don’t even think about crying.” He touched her cheek and wiped away a tear.

Damien, shall we say, has reached a new level of enlightenment. He’s got two sides. It went without saying they each could occupy one all their own.

“I don’t know.” Vera voiced her doubts. “I just…I’m not sure if I can accept this.” She admitted.

Mary fidgeted. “I also find the current situation….strange.”

“Don’t worry about any of that. It doesn’t matter if you two aren’t sure, because I am. And I plan on making both big and little trees happy beyond compare. There simply isn’t any other option.” By now he had the mother-daughter pair in his arms, one on the right and one on the left. Just where they belonged, right here with him.