When the Villains Unite - Chapter 18. Marriage (2) (M)

As the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, the lewd sound of our mingling tongues echoed through the room. Perhaps it was because it had been so long, but the friction of our tongues rubbing together, the wet warmth of saliva mixing, felt more sensual than ever.

Meanwhile, Damian, sensing that my anger had subsided, gently reached out and grabbed the leg resting lightly on Belhark’s knee. Slowly, he parted my thighs. The cool air brushing against my exposed entrance, with no underwear to shield it, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Ahh…!”

Meanwhile, Damian positioned his head between my legs. His tongue began to diligently explore my most sensitive areas, slowly but expertly. Before I knew it, he seemed to have finished his exploratory work, pinpointing the exact spot where I felt the most.

His precise actions left me teetering dangerously close to climax far sooner than I expected, almost too quickly to handle.

“Ahh… Damian… Not, not there…!”

“Here?”

“Ugh… Yes…!”

Damian completely ignored my protests, only intensifying his movements as he licked the sensitive area just below my clitoris with deliberate precision. Then, with a teasing edge, he gently nipped at my clitoris, drawing a sharp cry from me.

“Ahhh! Don’t—don’t bite, it feels… strange…!”

“Your body’s releasing so much more today,” he murmured with a low, teasing tone.

“Ahhh! It’s weird… Hah…!”

“Mm. Don’t worry, I’ll make it feel even better.”

Despite my attempts to stop him, Damian showed no intention of letting up. He collected the arousal seeping from my entrance onto his fingers, then used it to part the thick folds of my most sensitive area. Without hesitation, he began rubbing up and down with an incredible speed, his fingers creating an intense friction that sent indescribable waves of pleasure coursing through me.

The sensation overwhelmed me, momentarily making me forget to breathe.

Just as I was on the verge of surrendering completely, Damian shifted tactics. As if to prolong the bliss, he plunged two fingers, now hot and slick from the earlier friction, deep into my entrance in one swift motion.

“Hahh… Ahh…!”

The fingers inside my entrance left me trembling with anticipation, my clitoris swollen and throbbing with need yet unable to reach release. As if sensing my unspoken desire, Damian lowered his head once more, enveloping my most sensitive spot with his mouth.

While Damian’s relentless ministrations left me helplessly lost in sensation, Belhark took advantage of my distraction. With ease, he slipped the thin dress off my shoulders, baring my pale skin to the open air.

As my exposed chest bounced in response to Damian’s touch, Belhark’s gaze darkened, and his hands reached for me, leaving me utterly at the mercy of the two of them.

Belhark’s hands started at my stomach, gliding upward with deliberate slowness until they reached my chest. Then, with practiced ease, he gently lowered me onto the edge of the bed and took one of my sensitive peaks into his mouth.

“Ahhh…!”

As I gasped, his hand shifted to the area where my underarm met my chest, pressing firmly yet teasingly before moving to cup the fullness of my breast.

With his large hands, he began kneading and molding my chest, alternating between soft, circular motions and rougher squeezes that pushed my breasts together. The contrast in his touch sent shivers coursing through me, leaving me completely at his mercy.

“Haa… Brother…! Hnn, stop teasing me… ahhh…!”

“Calm down, Rose. There was a reason for it,” Belhark murmured, his voice low and soothing, as he continued his relentless attention on my chest.

He must have known by now that my body was already half-melted under their touch, leaving me with no strength to hold onto any lingering frustration. His hands expertly kneaded and teased my breasts with a persistence that left me gasping.

When his hand brushed over my waist, I instinctively tensed, causing my inner walls to clamp down tightly on Damian’s fingers. By now, his three long fingers were working deep inside me, creating a slick, wet sound as they moved with increasing speed.

“Hahhh… Earlier, you were ignoring me… hnn… pretending not to notice…! So why now…?”

“We didn’t think Sis would sulk just because we weren’t having sex.”

“When did I ever—ahh…!”

“Alright, I get it. I won’t pretend not to notice anymore.”

Noticing how my hips quivered in excitement, Damian stopped nibbling on my clitoris. Instead, he increased the speed of his fingers plunging in and out of my entrance. Then, without hesitation, he lowered his head entirely, pressing his lips directly against my most sensitive area.

Oh my god, this is insane.

His soft blond hair brushed against my thighs, tickling me and adding yet another layer of sensation. But it wasn’t just the physical stimulation—it was the sight of it all. The visual of him completely immersed between my legs, so focused and relentless, was overwhelmingly arousing. It was almost too much to handle.

I was naked, with my legs spread to the sides indecently right under my younger brother’s head, and I was trembling, but Damien was stubbornly moving his red tongue, squirting his love juices even in my movements.

“Haa… ahh… Bel, kiss me,” I murmured, my voice trembling with need.

Belhark, who had been quietly watching me with an intense gaze, seemed entranced. Without a word, he lowered his face and pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss.

Responding eagerly, I reached out and placed my hand on the hard swell of his arousal. But before I could do anything further, he laced his fingers with mine, as if to gently stop me.

While the feel of our entwined hands was pleasant, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration at having my intentions interrupted. In protest, I lightly bit down on his tongue.

He paused briefly, startled, before plunging his tongue deep into my mouth, intensifying the kiss. His movements grew more heated, the friction of our tongues growing sticky and tantalizing as the kiss deepened.

I wanted to stroke his manhood, but Belhark’s whirlwind-like kissing left me with no choice but to surrender entirely to his movements.

“Haaah… hnn… ahh… hnnng…!”

The sensation of climax crept up on me quickly. Damian, seemingly intent on studying every reaction of my body, twisted his fingers inside me, watching closely as my chest rose and fell erratically. As if responding to my nearing peak, he plunged his fingers in as deep as they would go, mercilessly targeting my G-spot with precise movements.

The fingers inside me twitched rhythmically, sending waves of slick arousal flooding out. The wet, lewd sound of air and fluid colliding filled my ears, making me dizzy with overstimulation.

As my hips arched wildly and my body went slack in release, Damian finally withdrew his fingers from inside me, taking his time. Before pulling away completely, he leaned down and left a brief, lingering kiss on my entrance.

He’s gotten so skilled at this now.

Even though I had just reached my climax, Belhark continued to kiss me gently, his hands soothingly caressing my body as if helping me savor the lingering sensations. Whether intentional or not, his touch quickly reignited the heat simmering inside me.

As soon as Damian moved away from between my legs, I twisted my body and straddled Belhark.

“Ugh…”

When I pressed my wet entrance against the bulge in his pants, his brow furrowed, and a restrained groan escaped his lips. His massive length, fully erect, strained against the fabric, as if it might burst free at any moment.

Without hesitation, I reached down and hurriedly began undoing his belt.

“Sis, wait a moment,” he said, his voice low but firm.

“Haa… why?”

But before I could make a second attempt, I was stopped once again—this time by Damian’s hands pulling me back into his arms.

What the hell? Why were they keeping me from touching them?

Damian gently guided me to sit on the bed. I looked up at him, my confusion evident, but he simply held up a piece of cloth he had seemingly produced out of nowhere.

“Let’s try something different today,” he said with a teasing smile.

“You’re going to blindfold me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Rose, just let us take care of everything tonight,” he replied, his voice smooth and coaxing. “You only need to feel and receive.”

Well… I suppose that made sense, but…

The Orca brothers had a tendency to get a bit wilder when my eyes were covered, which honestly made me a little nervous. Not being able to see their faces sometimes gave me the eerie sensation of being with strangers rather than them, and it sent a chill through my chest now and then.

They seemed surprised by my hesitation, exchanging glances as if unsure how to proceed.

“When you lose your sense of sight, the sensations on your body feel more intense. It’ll feel really good, I promise,” Damian reassured me.

“I get scared when I can’t see…” I admitted hesitantly.

“We’ll make sure you don’t feel scared, Sis,” Damian promised, his voice warm and convincing.

With his earnest words, I couldn’t find a reason to refuse anymore.

I warned them not to act unfamiliar or strange while we were doing this, and Damian nodded vigorously in agreement before carefully wrapping the cloth around my eyes. He tied it gently, making sure it wasn’t too tight.

As soon as my vision went dark, I instinctively leaned against Belhark, who was sitting right beside me.

He responded by scooping me up lightly in his arms and laying me back on the bed. Then, I felt him pull away.

Just then, I noticed a faint breeze brushing against my skin. Was it just my imagination? Or had he used magic?

No way, I thought, dismissing the idea. What reason would there be to use magic right now?

Before long, something warm and unfamiliar wrapped itself beneath my chest and lifted me slightly off the bed.

“Wait! Put me down for a second! What is this? And stop spreading my legs!” I protested, squirming against whatever was holding me.

“Relax, Sis. It’s nothing strange,” Damian assured me, his voice calm.

Nothing strange? That was hard to believe when I was being held by something I couldn’t identify, my body unable to move as I pleased.

I felt a damp, warm sensation brush against the insides of my thighs, parting my legs despite my attempts to close them again. It wasn’t sticky, but the texture and temperature of whatever it was sent tingles shooting through my body, leaving my nerves on edge.

Deep down, I had a suspicion about what it could be, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it. If it wasn’t what I thought, why would they need to blindfold me?

Belhark’s earlier reassurances felt like a cruel joke now. I could only resent him for bringing what had to be the most bizarre thing in this world into the room.

Still… it wasn’t harmful, at least not to the body.

And then I remembered the original story. Aria had initially fought back hard when this same thing was used on her, but eventually, she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure and even started enjoying it.

That thought brought a strange thrill coursing through me, and I swallowed hard, realizing how far I’d fallen. Fine. I’ll admit it. I’m as much of a deviant as they are.

“Sis, are you uncomfortable?” Damian’s voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts.

“Hnn… I’m not uncomfortable, but it doesn’t feel good either… What is this?”

My question was met with silence. Of course, they wouldn’t outright admit it was a tentacle monster.

Behind the black cloth covering my eyes, my anxiety simmered, but my body betrayed me. The anticipation of the pleasure to come had already left my entrance damp with arousal.

Bound and exposed before the Orca brothers, who were likely watching this unfold with a mixture of fascination and amusement, I squirmed in embarrassment. The idea of being restrained and displayed like this sent a wave of humiliation coursing through me.

But my struggle was futile. The tentacles lifted me further into the air, coiling tightly around my arms and legs. They spread me wide, baring me completely to the brothers’ view, leaving no part of me hidden.

“We’re going to start now,” Belhark’s calm voice reached my ears. “If there’s anything you don’t like, let us know immediately, and we’ll adjust it.”

“Hnnngh…! O-Brother, this… ahhh! This feels so… s-strange… ahhhng!”

Before Belhark’s words even finished echoing, something hot and slick slipped between my spread legs. Unlike the firm, solid feeling of Belhark’s or Damian’s arousal, this was soft and pliant, and slightly thinner than theirs.

The unfamiliar object slid inside me, moving with a squirming motion that felt completely foreign, brushing against my inner walls in a way I’d never experienced before.

When I instinctively clenched around it, the sensation became even more pronounced. The way it twisted and writhed inside me caused my walls to pulse tightly around it, forcing out more of my slick arousal in response.

“Haaah…! Wh-what is this…? Hnn… ahhh…!”

“That thing seems smaller than mine. Don’t you think it needs to be bigger?” Belhark commented with a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Maybe that’s the issue. I made it smaller for the first try, but I suppose she’s not used to it,” Damian replied casually.

“W-wait, hold on—haaahng!”

Before I could finish protesting, the object inside me began to grow, stretching me more and more until it rivaled the size of Damian and Belhark’s lengths. The sensation of fullness left a dull ache in my core, and I instinctively tightened and released my inner walls repeatedly, trying to adjust to the larger size.

Damian, watching this process intently, reached out to gently stroke my stomach. Amidst the unfamiliar sensations overwhelming me, his warm, familiar touch felt like a lifeline, something I didn’t realize I had missed so much until now.

As he leaned closer, I tilted my head up toward him, desperate for more of that comfort.