Saving You, Villain - Side Story Part 8 (M)

A large, hot hand rested on my stomach, covering it entirely. Camian gently curled his fingers, gripping both my belly and waist in one hand. Then, with a quick pull, he thrust hard into me.

“Haaah!”

“Haa…”

From where he was inside me, a powerful shockwave reverberated through my entire body, making my head spin. Even that small movement sent me into an orgasm. My back arched high off the ground as my body trembled under the overwhelming pleasure.

I heard Camian curse under his breath.

“This is driving me insane.”

“Hnnngh… I feel like I’m going to die.”

“I should have done this in my true form from the start.”

“Ah, ah! Don’t move… ngh! I-I can’t…!”

“Stop whining. You can take it.”

I scratched at the veins bulging from his large hand. Camian was restraining himself, moving his hips slowly, but even those shallow thrusts overwhelmed me with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

The heat and intensity swirling inside me made my head spin. Even though the vines were gone, Camian had no intention of pulling out. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I’d been outplayed.

“C-Camian, I’m about to… I’m going to—ah!”

“Grr!”

Before I had the chance to resist, I was overwhelmed by yet another climax under him. Tears streamed down my face as my body convulsed uncontrollably from the mounting pleasure.

“W-why are you going faster… ngh! It’s too much, Camian, I can’t… haa, ah!”

“Haa…”

“It feels like… I’m going to split open. P-please, Camian… ugh, ah!”

Camian’s thrusts grew rougher, and I panicked. I tried to push myself away from his massive length by pressing my feet into the ground, but his large hands pulled me back in, burying him deep inside me again.

“Haa, you’re not hurt.”

“I am! It hurts… ngh, ah! Hngh, ah!”

“Someone who’s in pain wouldn’t be feeling this good. Do you even know how many times you’ve come?”

“I don’t want to know, ngh! Camian, stop, please, I can’t take it… ah!”

It felt like his enormous cock was going to tear through me and come out of my mouth. This monstrous size was slamming into me so hard that I was on the verge of passing out. But Camian, lost in his lust, didn’t care that I was sobbing and climaxing over and over—he kept thrusting relentlessly.

I tried to push his hand off my stomach, but he clicked his tongue in frustration, grabbing both of my wrists with one hand and pinning them above my head.

“I’ll stop when you can’t take it anymore.”

“Hngh, ah! I… I already can’t, Camian, please, ah! Stop… ngh….”

I was nearly screaming, begging him to stop. My body was shaking uncontrollably, forced to endure the overwhelming sensations far beyond what I could handle. I could feel my eyes swelling with tears as I cried nonstop.

“I c-can’t… please… hic! Camian, ngh, ah!”

My body didn’t feel like my own anymore. My tongue was loose, and I couldn’t stop the hiccups that kept bursting out of me. I could faintly tell that Camian was holding back, trying not to go too hard, but his idea of “gentle” wasn’t anywhere close to what I could handle.

Camian needed to understand that, as a demon, even just having his enormous cock inside my human body was far beyond what was fair. I wanted to argue with him, but all that came out of my mouth were pitiful moans.

“Camian, I really… I can’t… ah! Please… I’m sorry…”

I didn’t even know why I was apologizing to him. My mouth moved on its own, desperate to survive.

Camian pulled his length out, only to slam it back in forcefully.

“Ahh!”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“N-no, ah! It hurts! Hngh!”

When someone is pushed to their limits, the instinct to survive kicks in. Even in the haze of overwhelming pleasure, my muddled mind somehow remembered what Camian wanted to hear.

“Haa… I won’t… ngh, do anything reckless again… I-I promise… ugh, hnngh!”

“Remember that.”

“Y-yes! I’ll remember… ngh! I’ll keep my promise… ah! I’m going to…!”

Camian pulled back sharply before slamming into me with full force. Smack! His thick tip pressed deep inside, hitting the sensitive spot relentlessly, and I was consumed by an explosive orgasm. My entire body convulsed as the pleasure shot up my spine, leaving me gasping with my mouth wide open.

“Haa…”

I felt him release inside me, spurting thick streams of cum repeatedly. Had his climax been any later, I might’ve passed out, my eyes rolling back.

“Ahhh…”

When Camian finally withdrew, there was a loud, wet sound. I felt the sticky fluids dripping out from the empty space, as if I had made some kind of embarrassing mistake.

I took a deep breath. Exhausted. I was completely drained. My vision blurred, flickering as my consciousness slowly faded. A single tear rolled down from my temple. Summoning the last bit of strength I had, I whispered weakly.

“…Bastard.”

Then, I let go and left everything to Camian as I slipped into unconsciousness.

***

The next day, after the rough session with the “stake.”

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my bare body and let out a sarcastic laugh.

“If this isn’t being torn to shreds, I don’t know what is.”

Bite marks and bruises covered my body, so much so that it looked grotesque. Despite having spent the entire day in bed, making Camian do all the work while I rested, the soreness below hadn’t gone away. My back still ached with every step, and between my legs stung constantly.

If my body hadn’t been enhanced by Camian’s life force, I wouldn’t have survived. Yesterday would have been the day of my death.

“That brute is worse than an animal.”

I vowed silently to get my revenge someday. While I was sharpening that mental blade, there was an annoyingly casual knock on the door. I glared sharply at the bathroom door.

“Are you protesting for me to come and wash you?”

“What? I’m already done.”

“Hurry up and come out.”

His casual tone made my blood boil. I started dressing roughly, but the pain in my back made me groan. The door shook.

“Open the door.”

“What for? Ngh, cough, cough!”

Because of all the screams and moans I let out the previous night, my throat wasn’t in great shape either. As I coughed, the rattling of the door grew louder.

“Open the door before I break it down.”

His voice had dropped to a chilling calm. Without responding, I finished dressing and opened the door. I walked past him, his face stern, and headed for the room. I could feel him following closely behind, step for step.

“Sit. I’ll dry your hair.”

“…”

With my damp hair, I climbed onto the bed, but Camian called out, “Hey.”

“I don’t understand the language of beasts.”

I shot back sharply and sprawled out on the bed. Camian sighed deeply and sat beside my head. The bed tilted slightly under his weight.

Gently, he lifted my head and placed it on his thigh like a pillow. Then, he began carefully patting my scalp dry with a soft towel, starting at the roots and working his way down.

As his hands moved over my hair, a sense of comfort washed over me, and I closed my eyes. The pressure of his firm fingertips massaging my scalp made me feel drowsy.

“I’m telling you,”

His deep, soothing voice cut through the air like a lullaby.

“One day, you’ll be begging me to use something even bigger.”

“…You bastard!”

My drowsiness instantly vanished. I sat up and threw the towel at his face. But even after being hit with the wet towel, Camian only laughed heartily, clearly amused.

“You’re just not used to it yet. But last night, you definitely felt it.”

“…”

Camian spoke with confidence. And to be honest, he wasn’t completely wrong. I had cried out in overwhelming pleasure, consumed by orgasm after orgasm.

But despite the intense sensations, the sex had been exhausting, and that fact hadn’t changed. Plus, he had manipulated me into saying what he wanted while I was overwhelmed, which bothered me. I wasn’t about to admit he was right.

I glared at him with a sulky expression, but Camian just smiled, his lips curving into a knowing grin.

“I’m sorry for pushing you too hard last night.”

“…”

He tilted his head slightly, apologizing with that annoyingly pretty face of his. When I didn’t respond, Camian leaned down and kissed my lips softly, adding a playful, “Hmm?”

“You can hit me or stomp on me, but at least let me finish drying your hair.”

He held up the towel with a mock-pleading look, pretending to pout. Wow, I never thought I’d live to see the day Camian acted like this. The metaphorical knife of revenge I was sharpening against him was quickly dulling. Our standoff didn’t last long.

Before I could help it, a smile broke through my stern expression. The moment I laughed, I knew I’d fallen for his charm again.

Sensing his victory, Camian immediately moved closer, wiping the water from my hair as he sat in front of me. Feeling a sense of resignation, I let my head relax into his hands. He gently guided my forehead to rest against his chest, pulling me closer.

As I leaned into Camian’s embrace, the exhaustion from the day before settled in again. Despite sleeping so much, the lingering effects of last night’s activity left me feeling drained.

“I’m sleepy.”

I murmured softly. Camian, now accustomed to my drowsiness, wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned back until we were lying down. My body tilted, and before I knew it, I was lying flat on top of him.

I rested my cheek against the firm muscles of his chest, blinking slowly.

“This mattress sucks.”

I said playfully, my voice heavy with sleep. I could feel the low chuckle rumble through Camian’s chest beneath my cheek.

“Just hang in there until your hair is dry.”

I nodded in response. A light summer blanket was pulled over my back. The faint scent of fresh sunlight, likely from the laundry, filled the air. Camian’s careful hands continued to dry my hair, moving gently so as not to disturb my sleep. The steady beat of his heart acted like a lullaby, pulling me deeper into a peaceful slumber.