Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1019: Unconditional Love [Part 2] *
Villain Ch 1019. Unconditional Love [Part 2] *
Shea, who had been watching him intently, spoke up. "You don't always have to fight, Allen," she said softly. "Not with us. Let us pamper you, let us take care of you."
Allen felt a lump form in his throat, a wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm him. He knew this. Shea had said to him before. Still… He wasn't used to this—to the idea of being cared for, of being on the receiving end of affection. But now, here he was, surrounded by the seven women who had slowly but surely broken down the walls he had built around himself.
There was a familiar fear stirred inside of him. Something that always came to him every time he tried to open up or let his guard down. It was his instinct and he didn't know how to turn it off.
The girls watched him closely. They could see the conflict in his expression, the way he was struggling to accept their words, to believe that he was worthy of their love and care. It wasn't easy for him—nothing about this was easy. But they were patient, willing to wait for him to come to terms with it in his own time.
Allen took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. "I… I don't know how to do this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to just… let go," he admitted. He had to say the idea of giving up completely to them and enjoying the play as it was uncharted territory for him. Not after all he overheard.
Vivian leaned in closer, her grin widening as she dangled the blindfold in front of him. "Don't worry," she said, her tone playful yet reassuring. "We'll help you with that." She gave the blindfold a little shake, the fabric swaying back and forth like a pendulum. "Like we said, just enjoy it. Trust us."
Allen's eyes widened as he saw the blindfold. He knew exactly what they intended to do with it. His pulse quickened, and his breath hitched.
"Just let it go," Alice chimed in, her voice soft and soothing. "Groan as much as you want, do whatever feels right. Just think with your heart, not your head."
Larissa moved closer, her hand trailing down his arm in a slow, deliberate caress. "Let's begin another round, Allen," she said, her voice low and inviting. "But this time, let us take control. You've done enough leading. Now, it's time for you to follow."
Allen swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. There was a part of him that still wanted to resist, to cling to the familiar feeling of control. But another part of him—the part that was tired, that longed for something more than just power and dominance—wanted to surrender, to see what it felt like to be cared for in such an intimate way.
Vivian moved closer, her fingers deftly tying the blindfold around Allen's head. The soft fabric slipped over his eyes, plunging him into darkness.
Allen's heart raced, a mixture of anxiety and excitement coursing through his veins. "Wait," he murmured. But the blindfold was already secure.
Deprived of his sight, unease washed over him. He felt vulnerable, exposed in a way he wasn't used to. He could easily tear the blindfold away and regain control, but he knew he didn't want to. Not this time. He didn't want to break the trust they were trying to build, nor did he want to hurt them with his strength.
He knew their intentions were good, and a part of him wanted to see where this would go.
Suddenly, he felt a flurry of touches, soft hands moving over his skin, gentle fingers caressing his chest, his shoulders, his arms. They surrounded him, their bodies pressing close, hugging him. He could hear their soft, encouraging whispers, feel their breath against his ear, their lips brushing his neck.
Oddly enough, the steady, soothing rhythm of their touches began to calm him. His initial tension slowly melted away, replaced by a strange serenity. Without his sight, his other senses sharpened. Every touch, every whisper seemed magnified. The softness of their skin, the way their fingers trailed over him—it all felt more intense, more real.
The next moment was a blur. Allen's senses were overwhelmed by the barrage of sensations. He felt his body being shifted, his muscles responding to their guidance. He couldn't see what was happening, but he could feel every movement, every shift in position. Hands guided him, mouths pressed against his skin, and he could hear soft, encouraging murmurs from the girls.
His world became a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation.
Allen groaned deeply, his body arching under their ministrations. He felt himself slipping into a state of primal need, his mind losing itself to the intense sensations they were creating. He was no longer in control, and he found himself surrendering to the moment, his body responding to their touch, their words, their presence.
He couldn't keep track of time. It was as if he was lost in a dream, floating between moments of pure ecstasy. He came—once, twice, and then lost count. The girls rode him in turns, each one pushing him to new heights of pleasure.
When the blindfold was finally removed, Allen blinked against the sudden brightness, his vision slowly adjusting. But the moment his eyes focused, his instincts kicked in. He felt a surge of primal desire rushing through him, an intense urge to take control again. He wanted them, all of them. And he wanted them now.
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He didn't wait. He moved quickly, his body driven by an almost animalistic hunger. He pulled the nearest girl—Larissa—toward him, his lips crashing onto hers in a heated kiss as he guided her down onto the bed. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the soft curves, and the warmth of her skin, as he pressed himself against her.
His movements were desperate, filled with an urgency that surprised even him.
