Taming The Villainesses-Chapter 381: Predation (2) 18+

Ayra spoke.

"We devour them. We, who are far greater than our mates. We literally swallow them whole—mercilessly. We suck out everything inside. For the next generation."

Her words made a shiver crawl down my spine. I didn’t fully understand what she meant, but the nuance was unmistakable.

"Teo, right now, if we were to have sex, you would be devoured by me. Your body hasn’t recovered. Your magical rank is lower than mine. Would you still be willing to be consumed by me?"

If I slept with Ayra right now, I would die—

Was that what she was trying to say? I didn’t think she would make empty threats or bluff for no reason. Ayra was someone who hated lies—including the ones she herself might tell.

"Teo, could you... die for me?"

Ayra was telling the truth.

If I slept with her now, I might really die. I didn’t know how exactly, but maybe my magical energy would be sucked dry to nourish the next generation.

"......."

"......."

Silence passed between us. Finally, the hands that had been gripping my arms and the legs that had been wrapped around my body—relaxed and fell away.

"That’s why you’ll have to be patient. Until you become someone who won’t be devoured by me."

As Ayra said this, she looked at me with an air of composure, like one would when addressing a younger sibling or someone beneath them.

"Still, Teo, I have expectations for you. You’re talented, so it shouldn’t take long. And since you’re half-fairy, you have more time than most."

I asked, unable to help myself.

"Then... when would I be able to finally be with you, Lady Ayra?"

"Hmm... at this rate, I’d say maybe five years. Possibly ten. It depends on your efforts, Teo."

Five to ten years.

Did that mean I wouldn’t even be allowed to touch her chest until then?

That thought made my vision spin. I felt like a groom from an old folktale, being exploited under the promise of marrying someone’s daughter.

Five years. If I hadn’t asked like this today, who knows how long I’d have suffered and agonized alone.

How was I supposed to endure five years?

So I said it.

"If I can sleep with you, Lady Ayra, I don’t care if I die today. And besides, you said I might die—not that I definitely would, right?"

"...What?"

"I can’t possibly wait five or ten years. I’ll just hold you tonight and die gloriously."

It felt refreshing to say it out loud. But Ayra’s expression wrinkled with an emotion I had never seen before. She looked either stunned—or disgusted by me.

"Teo, are you insane...? How dare you say such shameless things before your queen..."

"You’re my queen—but you’re also my wife. In public, you're the queen, but when it’s just the two of us, I think of you as my wife."

I slowly reached out toward Ayra’s chest.

What if she pushed me away in anger over my insolent behavior? I was worried—but surprisingly, even as I cupped her breast, Ayra didn’t get angry.

Squish.

"You’re not angry?"

"Touching a breast on our wedding night is only natural, isn’t it?"

In that moment, it felt like lightning surged through my brain.

Had my death-defying confession worked? Wedding night—she’d said it herself.

I never imagined I’d hear those words from Ayra’s lips, so I got completely swept up in excitement, mounted her body, and laid her down on the bed.

I brought my lips to hers, and Ayra, half-lying under the blanket, accepted them with an awkward kind of passivity.

Her lips were soft, but her tremble and inexperience couldn’t be hidden.

Was this her first kiss—as a queen?

It probably was. I suddenly became curious what it felt like for such a proud and noble queen to experience her first kiss. So I pulled away and asked.

"How was it?"

Ayra’s face beneath me was flushed red with both lamplight and blush. She averted her eyes and muttered softly.

"To be honest... I don’t know."

Was she overwhelmed? Maybe all of this was too much for her mind to process.

After all, our first union had begun with my impulsive, unreasonable confession and pushiness.

It couldn’t be helped if she was confused.

Suddenly, I realized this moment might have been incredibly important for Ayra—and I might have done something terrible.

It was my first time being a newlywed, too, so I wasn’t sure how I should act. °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° But I needed to remember that this was Ayra’s first time.

Just as first impressions matter, our first experience together would be crucial to the future of our relationship. So how should I treat this wedding night?

I tried to think it over.

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"...Uh."

But nothing came to mind.

I thought I had plenty of experience and knowledge, but it felt like someone had erased all of it by mistake.

I was brimming with desire, but had no idea what to do first.

"...So, is that it?"

That’s when Ayra looked up at me with dark eyes. She pulled the blankets around herself to cover her body. Was she feeling shy?

Suddenly, I also became embarrassed, realizing that I was stark naked in front of her. My face flushed. Was this how Adam felt after eating the forbidden fruit?

How was my body appearing to Ayra? I had confidence in my size, but as a half-fairy, my body wasn’t exactly muscular or robust—it had its own insecurities.

No, more importantly—what did Ayra think of me?

So I pulled her soft, warm body into my arms and asked.

"Please answer me honestly. Lady Ayra, what do you think of me?"

"Teo, you’re the kind of child who can’t rest unless you get an answer through words or actions. I married you. And I’m lying here beside you."

Ayra seemed to believe that was all the answer I needed. And maybe she was right. Nothing more really had to be said.

But tonight, at this moment, I felt the need to confirm our hearts. If not now, I might never get the chance again.

We live as if tomorrow is guaranteed—

But really, the only moment we ever have is now.

"Lady Ayra, please answer clearly. If someone else had won the tournament—would you have been lying here beside them instead?"

The question I had wrestled with for so long finally left my lips. My heart began to clash with two conflicting emotions.

One part of me didn’t want to hear the answer—and the other desperately wanted her to say what I hoped for. Between those feelings, which would Ayra choose?

Ayra sat up.

Then she said softly.

"You won’t like the answer."

"That means..."

"Teo, you’re right. I don’t lie. Anyone who had won the tournament could have become my spouse. I was prepared for that."

Ayra’s voice carried a kind of solemnity, as though she were casting away everything she had. Her resolve was real.

If someone else had won the tournament, Ayra would have truly followed through on her word, sacrificing everything.

"But..."

"But?"

"If it had been someone else... I don’t really want to imagine that. I like the way things are now. Just as you said. There’s no need to dwell on things that didn’t happen."

"You’re right."

Wasting time and energy on hypotheticals is foolish. What matters is what comes next—what we choose to do going forward.

That’s when Ayra said—

"But Teo, I know you won’t be satisfied with an answer like that. But I’m a wise queen. I know how to soothe you in moments like this."

Srrt.

Ayra climbed on top of me, her body pressing down.

She was heavier than she looked. Perhaps it was the fate and burdens she carried that weighed her down.

As I thought that, Ayra’s hair brushed past my side and slid downward—until it touched my thigh.

A hot breath reached between my legs, and something slick and moist traced the length of my aroused center.

"Slrp."

"...Ah."

My hips floated off the bed.

My vision spun from the sensation of floating in some cosmic void. Then Ayra said—

"This is something I wouldn’t have done for anyone else, even if they had won. So, Teo, you can consider it an honor."

Kneeling between my knees, Ayra opened her mouth wide—ahh—

"Teo, you’re going to be devoured by this mouth now."

From between her white, even teeth, I saw her vivid red tongue, her uvula, and her pitch-black throat that seemed impossibly deep. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

What a lewd hole it was.

And then, with her mouth opened wide, Ayra lowered her head—and took my swollen length between her lips in one deep motion.