Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts' Contracts-Chapter 159 --

Ken’s chest heaved beneath her, each breath deep and ragged like he’d just run for miles. His golden eyes locked onto hers—wide, pupils blown dark with shock and raw hunger, something desperate flickering in their depths. Elara’s face stayed perfectly blank, that same mask she always wore, but the poison coursing wild through her veins had stripped away every last careful layer. What remained was pure, primal instinct wearing her skin.

Her fingers twisted his nipple harder, nails digging crescents into the sensitive flesh, pulling the swollen bud until his skin stretched taut and pale around it.

"Aagh—’nngh’!" Ken’s back arched violently off the silk sheets, spine bowing beautiful and broken. His hips bucked up wild and uncontrolled, thick cock slapping his abs with a wet smack that left pre-cum glistening across his stomach. The sound that tore from his throat was raw—half pain, half pleasure, all desperation. "’Hnngh’... gods..."

Heat radiated from his body, sweat already beading on his scarred chest, sliding down the valleys between hard-earned muscle. His bound hands twisted behind his back, biceps flexing uselessly, veins standing out stark against his skin.

Elara released the tortured nipple suddenly. The flesh bloomed angry red, her handprint stark against his darker skin. Her blank eyes tracked lower, clinical and cold despite the fever burning through her blood. His cock stood rigid between them—thick, veined, the head flushed deep purple and weeping steady streams of pre-cum that pooled in the grooves of his abs.

Her hand shot down, fingers wrapping around the base in a vise grip—no gentleness, no warm-up. Her thumb pressed hard against his urethra, blocking the flow.

Ken’s whole body seized. "’Grrk’! ’Nngh’!" The choked sound scraped from his throat, eyes rolling back for a heartbeat. His cock swelled impossibly thicker in her grip, trapped pre-cum making the head balloon dark and desperate. Thighs shook with the effort of holding still, muscles corded tight under sweat-slick skin.

"Legs. Wide." Her voice was flat as stone.

He obeyed instantly, spreading his knees until his thighs trembled with the stretch, exposing everything—heavy balls hanging vulnerable, inner thighs already showing faint bruises from earlier. The position was obscene, submissive, perfect.

Elara shifted forward, rising on her knees until her soaked pussy hovered just above his face. Arousal mixed with poison-sweat dripped down, one thick drop landing on his parted lips. His tongue darted out automatically, tasting salt and her.

"Tongue out," she commanded, emotionless. "Now."

Ken’s tongue extended immediately—thick, pink, wet and eager. His breath came in hot pants against her inner thighs, golden eyes fixed upward on her face like she was his whole world.

She slammed down.

No warning. No mercy. Her wet folds smothered his mouth completely, ass cheeks spreading wide as she settled her full weight on his face. His nose buried deep in her crack, cutting off air. "Lick. Everything."

"’Mmmph’!" The sound vibrated straight into her core as his tongue speared inside her tight walls, desperate and hungry. He thrust it like a small cock, twisting and curling to reach deeper, then pulled back to suck her clit between his lips—vacuum pressure that sent sparks shooting up her spine. His technique was frantic, worshipful, drowning in her.

Elara ground down brutal, hips rolling and slamming in a rhythm that cracked his jaw wider with each thrust. The stubble on his chin scraped her inner thighs raw, tiny pinpricks of blood beading on abraded skin. Her juices flooded his mouth, running down his throat in waves he gulped desperately between gasps for air she barely allowed.

She gripped the headboard with both hands, blank face staring at the wall ahead while her body used his mouth like a toy. Behind her, she could hear his muffled groans, feel his cock throbbing untouched in the air, leaking steadily onto his stomach.

Her hand reached back without looking, fingers wrapping around his shaft. Slow stroke up, agonizingly tight. Twist at the head, smearing pre-cum slick. Torturous pump down. His whole body jerked beneath her.

"Don’t cum."

’Smack. Smack.’ Her palm cracked across his hanging balls, making them swing heavy and red.

"’AAAUGH’!" Ken’s yell vibrated into her pussy, tongue faltering for half a second before diving back in frantically—licking from ass to clit in long, desperate strokes, sucking, probing, worshipping every fold like his life depended on it. The pain in his balls radiated up into his gut, mixing with the pleasure until he couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

Heat coiled tight in Elara’s core, poison and pleasure blurring into one burning wave. Her walls clenched around his tongue, thighs trembling despite her blank expression. Then it crashed—silent, devastating. Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting hot across his face in a gush that flooded his mouth, ran down his neck, soaked the pillow beneath his head.

Ken gulped and choked, drinking her down like a man dying of thirst, tongue still working through her orgasm to pull every last drop from her. His face was a wreck—lips swollen and bruised dark, chin and cheeks shining wet, eyes glazed with blissed-out pain.

Elara lifted off slowly, a strand of arousal connecting her pussy to his ruined mouth. Her blank stare assessed him like data: wrecked, desperate, perfect.

The golden leash around his neck flared bright. She yanked hard.

Ken scrambled up to his knees at the bed’s edge, gasping, bound arms making him clumsy. "’Nngh’... please..."

"On your back. Don’t move your arms."

He collapsed backward, legs splaying wide automatically, cock standing rigid like a flagpole—dark, veined, the head nearly purple with denied need. Pre-cum pooled thick in his navel, overflowing down his sides.

Elara straddled his thighs, settling her weight to pin him down. Her nails raked slowly down his inner thighs—light at first, then pressing deeper until red trails appeared, skin splitting in thin lines that wept tiny beads of blood. The sting made him hiss through clenched teeth, hips jerking up involuntarily.

She reached for the candle on the bedside table. Regular wax, half-melted, flame flickering. Tilted it slowly over his chest.

Hot wax dripped. ’Sizzle-sizzle-sizzle.’

"’AAAAH’! ’HNNNGH’!" Ken’s scream tore from his throat, back arching violently off the bed as blisters bubbled up instant and angry on his nipple. His cock slapped against her ass, leaving wet streaks. The pain was white-hot hellfire spreading across his chest, but his shaft only grew harder, twitching desperately.

The wax hardened into a crusty shell. Elara picked at the edge, ripping it off slow—taking skin with it.

Fresh agony. Fresh blood beading.

Blank-faced, she positioned herself over his cock. The thick head notched at her entrance, slick with her cum and his pre-cum mixed. She sank down in one brutal thrust—no pause, no adjustment—taking every thick inch until her cervix kissed his tip with a deep, bruising ’thud’.

"’UUUNGH’!" Ken’s roar shook the room, eyes rolling back white. The sudden tight heat engulfing him after so much denial sent shockwaves through his nervous system. Every vein in his shaft felt her walls gripping like a vise, pulsing, squeezing, owning him completely.

"Thrust," she ordered flatly.

His hips snapped up immediately—feral, desperate, out of control. ’Slap-slap-slap’—his balls smacking her ass with wet, obscene sounds that echoed. Each thrust drove deep, hitting her G-spot with the perfect angle, ridge of his head dragging against nerve endings that sent sparks shooting despite her blank expression.