I Only Summon Villainesses

White Feather’s eyes went wide and froze. She hid whatever it was beneath the layer of a sweet, luring smile.

“Such vulgar words…”

The feel of her touch wrapped around my straightened manhood was cold, and that coldness sent jolts of shock to different areas of my body. In the center of my torso, it was like there was a whirlpool drawing all the heat in my body and focusing it at that point alone.

This feeling… this urge. It had been a very long time since I felt like this. In fact, I had no idea I had missed it this much.

With one hand, like a towering demon, I grabbed White Feather and hoisted her up. She responded with a sudden yelp and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, her eyes hesitant to leave my cock beneath.

“Sir… Lord Cade, what are you going to do?”

A vicious grin crawled across my face.

“I am going to introduce you to a higher life. This life, I withhold from many people, because when you taste it, there’s no going back… only lust and madness remain.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide with shock. She glanced down again, and then back at my face.

“Will you make me yours? And feed it to me every day?”

I looked down at her and chuckled.

“Lady White Feather, I am expensive… and you, right now, are too broke to afford me.”

She trembled. Fear crept across her face and this time she couldn’t hide it.

“I do not want to lose this… anything you want. I’ll give it to you. Please promise me this is not going to be a one-time thing.”

I smirked.

“Of course. Are you willing to give me your clan? Giving me your clan would give me a reason to stay close to you and protect you. Are you going to will yourself and everything you own to me?”

She did not respond immediately. Her gaze fell downward and her brows knitted into a subtle frown.

“I… I have a duty to fulfill…”

I smiled, leaving her with delight.

“Then don’t complain. Enjoy this little moment. Nothing has to be decided now.”

I said to her with a warm voice. At the same time, I moved her gently with a fraction of my strength. Using my other hand, I adjusted my cock upward.

She looked confused, having no idea what was coming for her. Then, all of a sudden — but with gentle affection — I pushed my cock into the hole between her legs.

Her eyes opened hollow, then flung wide in the same breath. Her shoulders trembled and for a moment she almost lost balance and fell off, but my grip was firm on her waist.

Her hands moved quickly to find somewhere to latch onto. She found my shoulder and hair—one finger dug into my shoulder, the other trapped a portion of my hair behind my back.

I, by the way, did not stop. I treated her with tenderness, lifting her gently and giving her hole time to adjust to the size of my cock.

Surprisingly, it was my cock that started adjusting first.

Despite being so old — at least two hundred years old — White Feather’s hole was tight. It was as if her muscles had closed off completely, and the tip of my manhood found it difficult to break into her.

One of the major problems, of course, was the size of my own schlong. But before any of that could become a problem for more than five seconds, I suddenly felt a soft breaking, like gates giving way and nothing remaining in the path of my cock.

At the same time, I could feel it reduce in size in order to achieve the perfect synchronization for her.

Sex, after all, was not about crushing your opponent and standing over their broken body and trembling legs. It was about reaching the summit in harmony, leaving no party behind. At least, that was what my knowledge and the careful study of my skill had led me to believe.

As much as I wasn’t putting her sexual desires above mine, I also wasn’t putting mine above hers. We were both equal parts of an important whole.

And the responsibility that gave me was finding her rhythm.

It wasn’t so difficult after learning to listen to everything from Yuan. I paid attention to the hums and vibrations of White Feather’s body and adapted.

My cock adapted to it. And as my cock did, so did the rest of my body.

The moans that broke from White Feather’s lips became increasingly loud. I wasn’t sure who was listening to us, but this was going to be hard to explain my way out of tomorr—

She clenched my hair so tightly that I almost threw my head back, but I held her waist softly and pushed my cock deeper into her. Instead of withdrawing, I made a circular movement, filling the entirety of her hole.

“Ahhh… Awwwhhhhhh, hink, ackk…”

Her moans galloped through her vocal cords. She jerked each time like she wanted to leap off my hands, only to settle back into them and grip me with monstrous strength. I think I might have lost some hair, but I cared too little for that and sought instead to release the whirlpool of force building inside me and fill her wells.

For a moment, my hips moved, thrusting only slightly, yet filling her with every motion. Her mouth remained frozen in a perpetual state of openness and moans fell out at the steady end of each rhythm.

“What is this, L-Lord C-C-Ca—Cade… what are you doing to me?”

I did not respond. Instead, I paid attention to her body.

There was fear in her expression, confusion battling the immense flames of pressure consuming her. I held her waist tighter and took her lips with mine. I filled her with a passionate kiss and she responded with her tongue swimming into my mouth like a flood.

I gave her something to commit to, killing the thoughts in her head.

She did not just bury her tongue in my mouth, she buried all her attention there, giving the flames of pleasure another chance to burn even brighter. The rhythm of my body now held hers by the hand and moved at a subtly increased pace.

My waist moved and soft slaps resounded across the room. She jerked each time but used the momentum of that rhythm to fill my mouth with her passionate kiss, flowing through every corner of my mouth, drawing my tongue and twisting around it like a dance that reflected flowers and followed the movement of the wind.

Whatever her tongue was made of, her kisses… they were unexplainable. In all my life, they were the best I had ever felt. Even Kassie didn’t come close to this. Not even Yuan!

’Yuan! Kassie! I’m so sorry!’

We continued to move against each other. She had now learned how to move her body the right way. Her rhythm no longer needed my guidance, it moved on its own. She moved her body up and down and slammed down on my cock.

This continued for the next few minutes. No words were shared, just a mixture of soft and thick moans crashing against each other and flying across the room. That moment felt like a trance. I thought about nothing else.

No… I was incapable of thinking of anything else. As she rode the currents of our debauchery, she even moved at a pace that grew faster as the seconds flew past.

At first, I feared for her. The way she moved and urged me to do the same made me feel like I wanted to unleash a side of me I had kept locked away for the longest time and that was certainly not a great option. Even though it had nothing to do with sexual pleasure, I had kept that goddamn thing locked away for a very good reason.

I didn’t need to be that demon.

And I wasn’t running away from myself.

I was simply making my life easier.

But no matter how much I tried, there was little I could do. White Feather’s torrent was just too powerful and immense to resist. The worst part was that resisting it didn’t require any physical or mental power.

All it required was drawing back the pace.

However, that felt like it would do more harm than good to her.

Her body was beginning to tremble at this point, releasing spasms of jerks. Her skin felt warmer and her body moved faster. Her moans grew louder and her grip tightened viciously.

She threw her head back and continued to move up and down, slamming her ass against my thighs, entrenching my cock inside her core and grinding around the rod as it filled her endlessly.

Her legs flew wide at first like they were going to come undone, but the next moment they wrapped around me even tighter and shook violently. Her entire body followed with the same intensity, as though she had been struck from head to toe by invisible lightning.

Following that… a torrent of messages hit me.