A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

At 50,000 feet, the private jet's cabin was thick with the pungent, musky scent of heat and desire. The atmosphere was charged, heavy, and intoxicating, as though the very air itself carried the essence of what was happening behind closed doors.

The luxurious wooden furnishings and classic leather seats of the cabin stood in stark contrast to the primal sounds resonating within its confines.

Squelch. Squelch.

"Hnngh...! Aaahhnn...!"

In the privacy of a small, well-appointed room at the rear of the jet, a scene of unrestrained passion unfolded. Rivia's amethyst hair clung to her flushed skin, damp with exertion as she moved.

Her pale, milky complexion was marred with the raw crimson of her arousal, her naked body a glistening canvas of sweat and desire.

Seated firmly on Avendial, she bounced with relentless fervor, her hips grinding and thrusting as if her very existence depended on it.

Her bare breasts jiggled with every movement, the taut pink nipples brushing against the humid air as her body rose and fell with an almost mechanical rhythm.

She was ravenous, her expression wild—eyes hazy, tongue lolling out, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin as she worked herself into a frenzy.

"Stop, Rivia. You will lose consciousness.," Avendial groaned, his tone equal parts exhaustion and exasperation.

He lay back on the bed, one hand gripping his phone as he scrolled, attempting to ignore the overstimulation threatening to unravel him.

But Rivia wouldn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

Her body moved on autopilot, hips snapping down with a wet, audible slap as she took his cock to the hilt with each stroke.

It had been over twelve hours, and despite Avendial's occasional moments of naps, Rivia had never let him go.

Even when he slept, she kept him inside her, milking him through multiple climaxes, ensuring he never truly softened.

Her insides clung to him like a vice, the velvety walls of her pussy molding to his shape, every thrust drawing out an obscene squelch as his cock pistoned deep inside her.

She was utterly soaked, her juices running down her thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath them, but she didn't care.

She wanted more.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Needed more.

Pah! Pah!

Her hands pressed firmly against his abdomen for balance as she rode him, her nails leaving faint red marks on his skin.

Her stamina was shot—her body trembled with exhaustion, muscles threatening to give out—but the burning need inside her refused to let her stop.

Every nerve in her body screamed in protest, yet she welcomed the pain, craving the way his cock stretched her to the limit, filling her completely.

"Angh...! Hnnnhh...! S-so deep...!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

Her mind was a fog of lust, the world outside their coupling forgotten.

All that mattered was the way he filled her, the brutal stretch of his thickness as it speared into her deepest, most sensitive parts.

Avendial's eyes flicked from his phone to her sweat-slicked body.

The way her breasts bounced, the curve of her hips, the glazed, desperate look in her eyes—it was impossible to ignore, even as his mind tried to focus elsewhere.

"Hey, stop..." He let out a low groan as another orgasm built, his body betraying him despite the fatigue weighing on his limbs.

Rivia felt him twitch inside her and let out a broken, needy moan. "Don't stop...! P...leas...e M..aster just this once...!" she cried, slamming her hips down harder, her pace becoming erratic.

Her pussy clenched tightly around him, milking every drop of seed from his overstimulated cock as her own climax ripped through her, leaving her gasping and shaking above him.

Her body was at its breaking point, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep moving, but she didn't care.

She didn't want to stop.

Even as her vision blurred and her breath came in shallow gasps, she continued to ride him, determined to push them both to the edge again and again.

Meanwhile, Avendial's mind wandered back to the tasks ahead.

'Alfred must have prepared', Avendial focused on the full screen and had already instructed Alfred to arrange a meeting with researchers and other intellectuals who would soon be given jobs accordingly.

Having secured most of the individuals he could think of, with only a few left who he knew had the potential to support him as Aria and others did, he decided to concentrate fully on the upcoming events and developments regarding the arrival of the Tower.

"Master....! Ahn....! More...!"

Avendial's patience snapped like a taut string.

Still, he couldn't deny the heat pooling in his core as her tight, slick warmth surrounded him.

"Silence." He let out a sharp breath, dropping his phone onto the bed beside him, and finally gave in to the moment, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust upward, eliciting another desperate cry from her lips.

His voice was low, gravelly, and carried an edge that sent shivers down her spine.

"I warned you to stop," he growled, his eyes narrowing as he thrust upward with deliberate force, knocking the air from her lungs.

"HNGHH—?!" she managed to squeal, but her protest melted into a choked moan as he began bucking his hips against her, matching the intensity of her earlier movements and surpassing it.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her tongue lolled out as her head fell back, eyes rolling upward as her breaths came in short, heady gasps.

Her entire body quaked with each thrust, her sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim cabin light.

She barely had time to register the shift in power before Avendial moved, his strength catching her off guard.

In one swift motion, he turned them both over, pressing her down onto the mattress.

Rivia's back arched instinctively as she felt the cool sheets beneath her, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

But he wasn't done yet.

Hovering above her, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth with the same intensity as his earlier thrusts.

She whimpered against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured her, leaving her gasping when he finally pulled away.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip with an almost reverent hunger.

He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing the hardened peaks of her nipples before squeezing the soft flesh with enough pressure to draw a sharp cry from her lips.

"Master—!"

Her voice broke as he drove into her again, his cock slamming into her drenched pussy with a force that made her entire body jolt.

The sound of their bodies meeting—wet, loud, and primal—filled the room, drowning out everything else.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Each thrust was merciless, his pace unrelenting as he pinned her beneath him.

His hands remained on her breasts, kneading and groping them as though he couldn't get enough.

Her nipples, swollen and sensitive, were subjected to his teasing fingers, each tweak sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

Rivia could do nothing but cling to him, her nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her to her limit with every stroke.

The sheer force of his movements made her toes curl, her cries growing louder with each passing second.

"Hngh...! S-so deep! Too much!" she babbled, her voice slurred as her mind became a haze of sensation. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure and pain as he drove her closer to the edge. Your journey continues with empire

"You wanted this," Avendial growled, his voice thick with exertion as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Now you'll take everything I give you."

He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, making her scream his name.

Her pussy clenched tightly around him, as though trying to milk him for everything he had.

She was trembling now, her body wracked with spasms as she hurtled toward yet another climax.

"Ugh..." Avendial felt her walls tighten and couldn't help the groan that escaped him.

Her body was maddening, the way it seemed to mold itself around him, refusing to let go.

He increased his pace, his hips snapping against hers with brutal efficiency.

"Rivia," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost tender despite the roughness of his movements.

He looked down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her glazed eyes, the way her lips parted to let out breathless moans.

She was beautiful like this—utterly wrecked and completely his.

With one hand, he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

She did as he said, her vision blurred with tears as she locked eyes with him.

The intensity in his gaze sent another wave of heat crashing over her, and she came undone, her body convulsing beneath him as her orgasm tore through her.

The sight of her unraveling pushed him over the edge.

With a guttural growl, he drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

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For a moment, neither of them moved, their heavy breaths the only sound in the room.

Then, slowly, Avendial leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Now," he said, his voice laced with exhaustion and satisfaction, "you're going to let me sleep."

Rivia could only nod weakly, her body too spent to argue.