I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 461: Bitter Sex, I Love Bitter Sex!

Lily’s breath trembled as I guided her down, her tight heat swallowing the head of my cock inch by inch. She was already wet—impossibly so, like her body had been waiting for this even while mine was busy drowning in the real world. The Sanctum’s pale stone seemed to pulse faintly around us, feeding on the raw need I was pushing into her.

‘I hate this…’

I told myself.

‘Hate how desperate I am. Hate that I’m hard as fucking iron while my real body is bleeding out in the middle of nowhere.’

But the moment her ass settled fully against my thighs and I bottomed out inside her, that lie cracked wide open.

“Fuck…”

The word slipped out before I could stop it. A stupid, dopey grin tugged at my mouth. She felt good. Better than good. Her walls fluttered and clenched around me like they were trying to milk me dry already, hot and silky and greedy. My hips jerked up on instinct, driving another inch deeper even though there wasn’t any left.

White Feather whimpered, her hands bracing on my shoulders.

“Lord Cade… you’re so—ah!”

I didn’t let her finish. My hands locked onto her hips and I started moving her, bouncing her on my cock with short, hungry thrusts. Each slap of skin echoed through the Nave. I watched her tits bounce under the thin fabric of her top, watched her face twist from surprise into dazed pleasure, and something feral uncoiled in my chest.

‘Stupid. This is so fucking stupid.’

And yet I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot while I fucked her.

I yanked her down harder, grinding her clit against my pelvis on every thrust. Her moans grew louder, needier. She started riding me on her own, rolling her hips in sloppy circles that made my eyes roll back. The wet sounds of her cunt taking every thick inch filled the air—filthy, obscene, perfect.

“Harder,” I growled, even though I’d meant to keep this quick and clinical. My hands slid up her waist, gripping hard enough to bruise.

“Take it, Lily. Fucking take it.”

She did. She gasped and slammed herself down, impaling herself again and again. Her hair spilled everywhere as she threw her head back. I could feel her getting wetter, slicker, dripping down my balls with every brutal bounce.

The affirmation bullshit from earlier was long gone. There was only this: the tight, perfect clutch of her pussy, the way her body yielded and squeezed, the desperate little sounds she made when I angled up and hit that spot that made her whole body jolt.

I lost it.

In one motion I flipped us, pinning Lily beneath me on the wide stone pew. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly. I drove into her with vicious force—deep, punishing strokes that made her cry out every time my hips slammed against her ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh grew louder, faster. I fucked her like I was trying to punish the ocean itself through her body.

“Lord Cade—! Yes—ahh, fuck—!”

Her nails raked down my back. Her cunt spasmed wildly around me, fluttering and rippling as she came hard, soaking my cock.

I didn’t slow down. If anything I went harder, pounding her through her orgasm while she thrashed and moaned beneath me. The pressure in my balls was building fast, a hot, heavy ache that demanded release.

“Gonna cum,” I snarled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “Gonna fill you up, Lily.”

She whimpered and clenched tighter, like her body was begging for it.

I fucked her even more viciously—short, savage thrusts that buried me to the hilt every time. My vision tunneled. The Sanctum, the ocean, the shattered leg—everything narrowed down to the wet heat gripping my cock and the way her walls were milking me.

With a guttural groan I yanked out my cock and stroke with my hands so hastily.

Thick ropes of cum erupted across her body, pulse after heavy pulse. I kept moving my hand on my rod as I emptied everything I had on her face. The pleasure was stupidly intense—brain-melting, eye-crossing good.

[Yin and Yang Spirit Energy has perfectly harmonized]

[Threshold surpassed: The River of Essence from the Spirit Realm has opened]

[Your Spirit Essence has Increased]

[Your Spirit Essence has Increased]

[Your Spirit Essence has Increased]

[Your Spirit Essence has Increased]

[Your Spirit Essence has Increased]

The messages came in a flood, and the strength came with them. It didn’t trickle. It slammed up through the soles of my feet and broke open in my chest like a second heart kicking to life, hot, full, every channel that had run bone-dry an hour ago suddenly brimming over.

That alone made the whole thing worth it.

Only then did I let myself sink back onto the stone pew. The pale rock of the Sanctum was cool and solid under my palms, steady in a way nothing out in that water had been. For a long while there was nothing but the sound of two people trying to catch their breath in a very large, very quiet room.

Then the silence stretched. It grew louder, and then somehow heavier, until I couldn’t keep dodging the small dry voice at the back of my skull asking whether, just maybe, I’d taken that a little far.

‘Such a hypocrite.’

That wasn’t me. Couldn’t have been. Though I’ll admit it: for a moment back there, before any of this got started, I’d been genuinely terrified. Certain it was the end of me.

‘Come to think of it, did I just have sex inside my own head? In my own soul? Which, damn, this is confusing. Better not to think about it.’

Because how, exactly, was I supposed to explain to a living soul that I’d slept with a woman inside my own mind and soul?

‘Yeah. We do not say that part out loud. I’d be branded some crowned pervert and never hear the end of it.’

I let out a long breath, and the last of the daze went out with it. I was ready for the outside world now, ready to find out what had gone wrong out there and put it down.

I turned to White Feather and pitched my voice low.

“Stay here and be ready. I don’t know what the situation is yet, but I’ve got a feeling that once it starts, we’ll want every hand we can get.”

She gave me a respectful nod.

“Yes, Lord Cade. I will be waiting, for when you exhaust your essence, sorry, call me. No, that came out wrong, I didn’t mean call me when you exhaust your essence, I meant call me when you, um, need me, sir.”

She fumbled the whole thing, tripping over her own tongue, and then made a small disappointed face at herself, as though she could hear exactly how badly it had landed.

I smiled and tipped her chin up with two fingers. The last time I’d done this I’d ended up patting the top of her head like she was a child, having to reach to manage even that, and the whole gesture had looked ridiculous on the both of us. The jaw was better. The jaw I could work with.

I drew her face a little closer and let the smile do the rest of the talking.

“Don’t worry. I owe you a few dozen rounds once we’re through this.”

She went red all the way to her ears and turned her face away.

Then I vanished.

And just like that I was back in the water. Only the water was moving, and it was moving fast.

‘Huh? I can see the water?’

I could see the water, all of it, a churning grey-green blur tearing along somewhere beneath me. Which made no sense at all, until it did.

I wasn’t in it.

I was above it, flung out into open air, screaming across the surface at a speed that hauled my stomach up into my throat. Cold spray needled my face and wind tore past my ears so hard and so fast that I couldn’t hear my own thoughts over it.

It took me half a heartbeat to even work out which way was up. I twisted, trying to get my bearings, to figure out how high, how fast, and what in every hell was carrying me along. The sea blurred past below, but not too far below, an endless heaving sheet of it in every direction with no shore anywhere in sight.

Then it broke open underneath me. Things came lunging up out of the swell, shark-shaped, near enough, but wrong in every detail that counted. Their eyes bulged far too large for their skulls, and long antennae streamed back off their heads as they rose.

They snapped at me as I shot past overhead, jaws clashing shut on empty air with a wet, heavy snap, claws raking for my legs and missing by a hair. There were more of them than I could count, breaching in twos and threes the whole length of my flight, a full pack of them giving chase across open sea.

And above me…

I looked up, and my whole face fell apart.

‘Oh, shit. Not you again.’

There, riding the wind directly over my head, with my hand held in its claws, was a damned White Wyvern.