Violet, the Spirit of Lust [Part-3]
She sprayed so much love juice, which Victor went out of his way to drink to the last drop. Following that devastating orgasm, Violet's energy ebbed away, her chest heaving and falling with harsh, unsteady breaths. She seemed completely exhausted, but Victor couldn't help himself. He framed her face with both hands, drawing her into another instance of unadulterated desire.
"Is the great lust so easy to finish like that?" he flirted, his tone low and teasing. He didn't even wait for an answer before his lips came crashing down on hers, hot and ravenous. Her sweetness clung to his tongue, and their sloppy, wet kiss became even more seductive.
Pinned underneath him, Violet scratched at his back, her nails digging into his skin as if she couldn't release him. But with a quick shove, she rolled him onto his back and sat across his hips. The smile she gave him didn't reach her eyes entirely; there was a hint of tension, something unsaid lurking behind it.
You're doing it really well," she told him, a teasing but admiring tone to her voice. "If I hadn't filtered through your memories, I would not believe that you're this good. And that's why I selected you to be my host.
Her words cut deeper than she knew, leaving Victor disquieted. The subtle edge of condescension in her tone made his chest constrict. He lifted his hand to sweep her cheek, looking for honesty in her eyes, but she grasped his wrist before he could reach her face.
"I'm only following instinct," she murmured, leaning close until her lips barely brushed his temple. Her voice slid into his ear like warm silk, thick with heat and something undeniable. "This body… it craves you."
Violet's sly smile intensified as her lips outlined slowly down his face, slow, measured, tormenting him with each movement. But then her whisper hardened, a blade beneath the gentleness of her touch. "You are a bad liar. At least to me."
Victor's mind knotted. Why mention it now? Queries gnawed at his tongue, but just as he was about to speak, Violet held up one finger, putting it softly yet resolutely to his lips.
"Shhh…" she whispered, gentle but authoritative, each word gliding over him like a burden he could not deny. Her eyes pinned him with a wry keenness, divining each secret he had not had the courage to speak. "Your desire to grow strong… to assuage your family hunger… is commendable."
Victor felt a shiver run down his spine. Her words made him drunk, tantalizing a thrill of shame alongside longing. He desired her—irretrievably—but the portion of him bound to his family wanting hung precariously atop every thought, every heartbeat. Violet picked up on it instantly, reading the reality in his eyes without so much as a pause.
You are doing a wonderful job of making me happy," she told him, lips curling up a little, "and even if lust compels you toward me, I can see that most of your attention is on them, on the ability to satiate your hunger.
Victor stood frozen, awed and frustrated by her perception. Yes, he was attracted to her body, to the tantalizing, smoldering need she made him feel, but his heart, the part that actually bogged him down, belonged to his family hunger. But the shame of desiring her for himself welled up, tangled and confusing.
His hand crept forward, tentative, leaning towards her mouth, but Violet checked him once more, her fingers tracing across his chest, gentle but insistent.
"Don't be mistaken," she whispered, speaking low, with a threat of danger, of tantalizing, "I don't disapprove of this… this desire of yours. You can bear your ambitions, your household need, but you will serve me first."
Victor's chest constricted. Each word, each brush of her skin, made him shudder. He longed to battle the attraction of her, but he couldn't. Violet's eyes sparkled, alive with hunger and amusement, as if she could savor the war raging within him. And as he leaned in, torn between guilt and raw, uncontestable want, he knew he had no option but to yield, if only briefly, to the intoxicating aura that was Violet.
Her words broke through his tempestuous mind, slicing through the turmoil of desire and uncertainty. She wasn't asking for love, she wasn't insisting on pretence. "I just want to make it clear that you don't have to pretend to be in love with me.". I don't require that performance," she said, looking at him, level and unblinking, dragging him into a stare that appeared to leach from his mind every thought but the naked fact of her being.
Victor's thoughts spun, torn between two desires. One part of him yearned to comply, to choke down the fire bubbling in his blood and do as she bade without hesitation. But another part—his body, his gut—seethed with a flame so fierce it made him shudder, craving this woman who was here to seduce him with every look, every touch.
"If we're partners for life," he whispered at last, low and measured, "then we shouldn't use each other… we should collaborate." His words faltered a little, a tentative try to bind his sense of responsibility to his raging lust, to bridge the burden of his family's need with the attraction he felt to Violet.
The uncertainty disintegrated at once. He kissed her, taking her mouth with a savage, starved need. Violet attempted to draw away, teasing and playful, but he would not let go, ravening her lips with greater hunger than before. His fingers wandered, aggressive and demanding, mapping every contour, every tremor that swept over her form. Her breathing caught at his caress, a delicate, wheezing sound that urged him deeper into the blaze growing between them.
His hands curved over her breasts, astounded at the softness, then down to settle on the hardness of her ass. She released a husky, wicked laugh, her eyes flashing with taunt, and he countered with a fusion of love and desire that left them both shaking. Each nerve throughout his body yearned, but beneath the fog of passion, his resolve to defend his family hungered anchored him, a rope keeping him grounded even as he lost himself in the moment.
"Didn't you tell me you would be completely mine? I mean what I say when I say I want all of you." Violet's lips parted to speak, but he took her mouth once more before a word could pass, his kiss holding her against him. When he finally released her, her worried look greeted him, speechless but inquiring, and he went on with unflagging determination.
I want to get strong enough to finish my family hunger," he said, his voice growling, "but it's not only about strength. I do not fully know all of my emotions yet, but I do know. if I can love somebody past them, it could be you.
She held her eyes on him, warmth and courage entwined. "Of course, if you permit me," she breathed, and the vow in her voice caused his heart to thud even more furiously, heat between them pulsating like a storm on the verge of unleashing itself.
Violet's unexpected gentleness caught him off guard, though he could feel the sparks of mischief dancing beneath. He had been anticipating coy teasing or hesitation, but here was this open invitation, a raw candor in her eyes that caused his chest to clench up. For an instant, he felt vulnerable, but thrilled, as if he was standing on the precipice of something that was destined to happen. This wasn't the cold, solitary figure he had glimpsed in his memories of other hosts—there was tenderness, almost frightening in its intensity, and he didn't know how to resist it.
He had always been nervous in these moments, fumbling through connections that should have been simple. Violet, meanwhile, was radiating confidence and authority, but there was something oddly gentle about her now that made him want to move toward her, to believe in her even as the spindly whirlpool of worry inside him wouldn't calm down. Her palms grazed softly against his chest, and he felt himself shivering, felt his body react in jolting, agonizing intimacy.
Violet came closer, delivering soft, tantalizing kisses along his lips. Each was like electricity, scorching sparks that played across his skin. He knew he'd been holding back, attempting to stay controlled, but her move broke all facades. She moved slowly, coaxing him with little, insistent kisses that hinted at curiosity and need, and he couldn't help the low growl that left his throat.
"So let's end this miserable conversation, and I'll let you demonstrate how much you can love me," she breathed, her voice fire and velvet combined.
His reaction was automatic. He covered her mouth with a hard, hungry kiss, his hands instinctively reaching down to her ass, grabbing hold of her firm yet soft body as she pressed against him.". The rubbing of her pussy against his dick caused his breath to catch, a whirlwind of heat and enjoyment that clouded his mind. Every movement, every press and grind, sent waves of need through both of them, the world closing in on the pressure of skin, the taste of lips, the beat of gasps and moans.
Violet arched under him, her body gliding with smooth, fluid motion that left him yearning for more. Her hands swept over his chest and shoulders, touching, claiming, pushing him closer, as he became lost in the overwhelming, intoxicating smell and heat of her. Each touch, each breath, erased the nervousness eating away at his belly. He was hers at this moment, completely enthralled, and she enjoyed the power and closeness of that command.
As he eased her up, riding her fully, the unremitting friction pushed them both into desperate longing. He could feel every inch, every pressure of her wetness against him, and the pleasure wound tight, ready to overwhelm them both. Violet's soft moans and heat of her body pressed against his only fueled the flame in him, each movement a promise and a release, and the tension between them ran higher, exquisite and intolerable.
Aahh…
"Mm…" They were both panting from the build-up, the tension and heat between them having reached a breaking point at last. Violet's eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as she inched closer, her body arching against his. "I spent nearly all the mana left within me to set up the spell, so this is your moment to make a move," she breathed, her voice thick with temptation.
Victor's heart pounded, but before he could demand more, a soft purplish glow started to throb from beneath Violet's navel. Her fingers followed the shimmering light, running teasingly down until they hovered in the wet, slick folds of her pussy. She looked up at him with that wicked, understanding glance that made his chest knot.
"Before you come fully into me, I have one more thing to tell you…" she whispered, her mouth against his ear. "You won't ever be able to have children after you make the deal with me."
Victor stood still for a moment, the words hitting him with a sharp, unexpected force. But even as the idea flashed through his mind, he couldn't deny the power of desire, the feel of Violet's body slammed so perfectly against his own. And then there was his family hunger calling out to him, pulling at his heart. This was a side effect that he would have to endure.
"That is not a good thing, but it will not stop me from being with you and rescuing my family craving," he said, his voice firm despite the racing of his blood.
Violet's eyes gleamed, pleasure dancing across her face. Her hands swept along his stiff dick, which had been hard for her since the beginning, and she sat down with care. Victor could feel a combination of fear and anticipation—he had never done this before within this world, and the way Violet controlled the moment made every sensation feel new and real.
Her fingers applied pressure on his chest as she raised her gorgeous butt, slowly positioning herself to his hard cock. When she made the first contact of her smooth pussy against him, Victor's body jolted with pure ecstasy, and time stood still as he waited for her to take the lead.
Violet's eyes met his, seizing the turmoil of excitement and apprehension within them. That acknowledgment of mutual hunger was enough. She did not wait—sinking down hard, she enveloped him completely, filling herself with every inch of him. They both gasped, the pleasure bursting between them, the world narrowing to merely the sensation they shared.
"Ohhhhhh FUCK!"