When the Villains Unite - Chapter 3; Part 3
TW: NON-CON, SEXUAL ASSAULT, RAPE, AGE GAP, COUNT WRIGHT IS A MENACE IN THIS FICTIONAL SOCIETY
“Ha, but, ugh!”
I opened my mouth to protest, but my lips were stopped by his. For a moment, my head went blank. I was in a panic, so I put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he tightened his grip around my waist and completely pressed himself against me.
My br*asts were crushed against his suit. Thanks to my revealing attire, the thin cloth covering them led to a strange feeling of shame and other things washing over me.
Am I.. am I… am I… am I kissing Count Wright? Why in the world am I… am I locking lips with him…?
He obviously thought poorly of Rose and hated to be touched. At least, that was how it should be if the events in the original story followed the same plotline. But now, the Count didn’t care whether I was as stiff as a board or not. He gripped my chin with one hand and parted my lips with his tongue.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the first person to steal my lips in both lives happened to be Count Wright.
I tried to force my lips closed, but the Count viciously grabbed my chest. The momentary pain made my mouth open.
“Uh…!”
His tongue entered my open mouth and filled it, swirling around my own. I felt dizzy from the saliva on his tongue as he roughly sucked the root. I gripped his hard forearms and softly moaned.
I wanted to reject his warmth against my mouth with all my might, but unlike the wind, I was trapped by him, unable to resist the occasional pleasure.1 LET ME SAY THIS NOW. PLEASURE IS PHYSIOLOGICAL. IT DOES NOT MEAN YOU “LIKE” IT. IT IS A NATURAL REACTION THAT CAN/WILL OCCUR WHETHER YOU WANT IT TO OR NOT. DO NOT MISTAKE PHYSIOLOGICAL PLEASURE FOR CONSENT
The sound of our tongues moving together was disgusting. I was terrified by the wet sounds that filled the room, and the rough hand stroking the back of my neck. I felt like I would actually lose my virginity if I kept going. Before I knew it, tears were welling up in my eyes.
“Hmph… Oh…”
My whole body was shaking. My mouth was salty from tears, and the Count’s lips, which seemed like they would never leave mine, finally did.
My chest rises and falls as I struggle to catch my breath with him pressed against me. He realized his grip on my chin and wiped away the tears continuing to fall.
“Huh… Hoo…”
“I can’t believe you’re so surprised by this… It must be your first time, but my training methods never fail,” He chuckled and clicked his tongue.
Are we going to stop now?
But his body, still pressed against mine, didn’t move. He gave my saliva-soaked lips another quick lick, then pulled away. However, that wasn’t the end.
“Rose, why don’t you play a little game with your future husband?”
Play…?
I lifted my somewhat damp eyelashes in question at him. Then, he suddenly yanked down the hem of my dress. My not-yet-full br*asts, hidden by the dress, bounced up with the unexpected momentum.
“Ah!”
I let out a scream and tried to cover my chest with my arms, but the Count was quicker. He grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and lifted them above my head. My br*asts bounced up and down as my arms were suddenly raised, and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the vivid weight.
The Count saw the look of shame on my face and used his free hand to gently stroke them, which had never been touched by another human before.
“You’ve grown so pretty, making a man’s c*ck so hard…”
At his words, I noticed a taut bulge in his pants. I didn’t need to even look at his swollen d*ck to know it was huge.
Is he going to put that inside me? I… am I really going to be raped?
The sobs burst out of me once more.
“Ughh… Duke, scary, scary, no…. Hmph, stop…”
He looked at my face, crying in fear, and gently licked away the tears with his tongue. I wanted to squirm at his behavior, but I couldn’t move.
“There is no way I would do anything to scare Rose, this is just a game.”
As he spoke, the Count took his free hand and reached for the table. In his hand was the hot chocolate I hadn’t been able to drink earlier.
He held the cup of the drink and dripped it along my collarbone.
“Hmph..”
The hot chocolate warmed to the right temperature drenches not only my chest, but also my stomach, pussy, and thighs.
The Count looked at me, savoring the appearance, and released his grip on my wrists. When my hands were free, I tried to cover myself once again, but the Count interrupted me.
“Don’t move.”
“…”
“If you move, this won’t be just a game.”
Under his piercing gaze, I couldn’t help but drop my trembling hands beneath me, eager to end whatever play he had in his mind.
The Count took in my paralyzed form and pushed me down onto the couch, supporting my back and neck. The hot chocolate that had pooled between my br*asts trickled down my navel and all over my hips, making my sensitive body shiver.
As soon as the Count laid me down, his lips were on mine once again. His saliva and mine mixed together, dripping down the sides of our mouths.
He began to lick the nape of my neck, not as insistently as he first pursued my lips. An unfiltered moan escaped me at the touch of his lips on a sensitive spot.
“Ummph!”
His lips didn’t stop there. He moved downward, placing several short kisses on my body before he began to lick my br*asts. He licked them like a child licking a lollipop, ranging from my areolas to my erect n*pples.
“When you have my child, white milk will flow from these lewd br*asts.”
“… Mmm!”
He flicked his tongue over the protruding n*pple, then suddenly bit down on it with his teeth. Overwhelmed by a dizzying sensation, I grabbed the Count’s hair as he continued to relentlessly tease my n*pple.
He sucked on them so hard I felt like they were being ripped out of my chest, and then gently wrapped his tongue around them as if to soothe my sore n*pples.
“Hmph.. that, stop…”
“But they’re so dry now.”
“… Ha!”
When he finished speaking, he removed his mouth from my chest. His lips were smeared with a mixture of hot chocolate and saliva.
I turned my head to the side, too humiliated to look at him, and he squeezed my br*asts with both hands.
“I’m going to have to pound that little hole down there with my c*ck for your milk to come out.”
“Oh, that hurts… Hmph.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to ruin Rose’s delicate womb.”
The Count continued to cup my br*asts, reddened by his touch, with one hand, while the other traveled down. He tore off the dress in one swift motion as if it was a nuisance in his way.
He smiled in satisfaction at my bare body and tossed the ragged dress behind him before focusing on my stomach, which was covered in hot chocolate. As he continued to rub the sticky drink all over, he gently stroked my navel, then used his hands to lightly drip my waist.
“All I ask is that you carry my seed within you.”
His eyes flashed with unbridled lust, and my body shuddered and froze. I felt like a herbivore wrapped in chains.
He reached down and stroked the outer surface of my tightly closed pussy. His warning not to move disappeared from my head. With a momentary burst of strength, I twisted my waist, straining to get away from him. But the Count, as if to show me I was weak, grabbed my legs and spread them wide.
Cold air touched a secret place I hadn’t shown anyone, and I struggled to push my legs back together. I could only feel my v*gina twitching as I was unable to move.
With slow movements, the Count took two fingers and stroked them from my now-soaked v*gina to my cl*t, pressing hard.
“Ha-ha!”
“Hah… This naughty pussy can make you squirm even when I’m not stroking it with my c*ck.”
Tears streamed down my cheeks at the unfamiliar sensations. The Count lowered his head and buried his face in my c*nt. His nose was pressed against my cl*t as he greedily sucked my v*gina, trying to swallow all the juices that flow from me.
Horror swept over me as the curves of the Count’s face met my pussy, as if to imprint his presence. Slurping, lustful sounds, and my growing cries filled the room.
“Hmph… hmph! Ah!”
At that moment, my mind was going white with uncontrollable excitement and fear. Then, I longed for both Bellamy and Damian. I needed them to kill the man beneath me and run into their arms.
Before I knew it, the Count’s tongue was prodding my vaginal opening, pressing harder and harder as if he were trying to pierce me.
I called out, “Belle… It’s time for Bellamy to wake up, ugh… I need to go back to…”
Then, to my surprise, the Count, who never seems to stop coveting my pussy, stilled.
He furrowed his brow and irritably glanced at the wall clock. Then, with a short curse, stood up and straightened up his disheveled clothes.
As I stared at him, naked and a mess of tears and hot chocolate, unable to move, the Count looked towards me and clicked his tongue.
“You can get things wrong by rushing into something you’ll learn later, so get dressed and go to the annex.”
After saying that, the Count walked out of the office. Following his back, I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t leave quickly.
I staggered to the door, my vision blurred by tears, and pulled on the clothes the maids had stripped from me earlier. I wiped the tears from my eyes with my arms and walked out of the office to find two servants waiting.
My head was a mess, and I didn’t care about their lust-filled eyes as they looked at me. I just wanted to get to them… to the annex where they would be waiting for me.
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