Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Amon's mind and body began to stir, the horrific memories mixed with the sweet taste of Elma's mouth filling his mind as he felt a comfortable warmth breathing softly on his chest. Elma said earlier that the first phase was to temper the skin and senses while preparing the flesh, organs and bones for the final stage.

'My body feels like I ran a marathon then did a full body workout twice....' He thought, the dull throbbing ache in his body; his hands began to softly squeeze the soft ass of Elma to ease his mind, Amon's fingers sinking into her soft squishy cheeks, the sleepy Elma letting out a hot breath as she moaned beside his neck tickling him as it brushed passed his neck.

'Hmmm?'

There was a strange sensation along the back of his hands as they kneaded her buttocks; a strange soft sensation suddenly brushed past him. It was soft and furry like a tail, batting against the back of his hands.

Suddenly, a loud purring began to sound in his right ear as Elma leaned against Amon wrapping her arms around his neck and rubbing her cheek against his.

"Mmmrr?" Elma's husky voice sounded as she slowly began to wake up.

Amon didn't bother talking to her. Instead, his hands slid along her silky smooth ass before grasping the strange tail, which caused her body to jolt as a velvety sensation tickled his face suddenly.

'Eh!? Ears too! She's a Beastkin?'

In the world of the novel, there existed other races, but in the current realm and world, they were rare, typically having thin bloodlines that couldn't manifest their true power; Ethan's setting was like this, supposedly a descendant of the azure dragon clan, thus his cultivation technique was something inborn, even in this world he should have it.

Amon was surprised that the illustrious White Tiger clan's princess was this husky and fierce Germanian mercenary maid.

His hands became engrossed with both the squishy buttocks and soft tail of Elma, toying with her for several moments before her sharp eyes snapped open, her body shooting up, now mounting his body once again, with two hands pressing against his chest.

"Nya...? What are you doing...! Ah!? They came out, nya!?" Elma's voice was still husky and sexy, but her little mews were deep and vibrated comfortably like ASMR for Amon's ears.

"You're such a beautiful white cat.... will you let me keep you forever?" Amon said, half joking but primarily severe, as he looked up at her with brilliant amethyst eyes.

"Nya!?" Her hands began to push on his chest as she pushed backwards, crushing his towering dragon under her butt and looking at him with a vicious look, her strength far above his as the air began to leave his chest.

"Don't play around.... be serious, we haven't finished....ya..." Elma seemed to try to contain her mews desperately, sadly unable to as she turned away with a slightly red face.

Elma's claws began tracing Amon's muscular chest, a slight red indentation as her tail rose into the air swaying slowly with a sneaky and sly movement.

Immediately, Amon was stunned, watching her face in awe. She became more alluring as her body covered in sunlight glistened charmingly, her beautiful red lips puckering.

"Shall we begin the second phase?" Elma's skin seemed to be radiant and flowing, skin fair like snow and smoother than silk.

Her brilliant eyes shifted to his chest, her qi now a strange mixture of blue, white and black, still needing to merge fully, disperse, and be infused into her body; Amon was the same.

His eyes fixated on her body, the slight jiggle of her heavy marshmallows now seeming to have grown larger, shaped like bells as they swayed alluringly.

"What is the second phase? Do I have to do anything special?" Amon asked, feeling her soft fur brushing against his resurrected dragon, causing his body to quiver slightly.

"Originally.... there were two methods... nya..." Elma spoke slowly, closing her eyes momentarily as she let out a long sigh.

"Originally?" Amon asked, his body a little less sore than before.

Suddenly, her buttocks shifted, lifting into the air, as her sticky tiger's den began to slide against the tip of his dragon, her breathing increasing as she looked at him like a predator, her prey.

"Be honoured… nya! This White Tigers' purity… I shall let you have it. Hmph!"

The moment Elma uttered those words, her tail snaked around his cock, causing the dragon's head to sink and penetrate the white forest of her feminine depths; as if inviting him in, Elma's tightly closed den opened, allowing the dragon to enter, as if suddenly being released from his prison, flooded the entrance to her womanhood.

"Fuck...!" Elma uttered vulgarly in Germanian.

Amon's eyes widened as he felt his dragon entering her tiger's den, the hot, wet, squishy heat of her insides welcoming his member as she groaned, her muscles tensing, trying to resist. The next moment she pressed heavily on his chest as her buttocks pressed firmly against his thighs.

"F...focus.... send your qi into me.... like before.... but through.... your dragon.... focus.... only that point.... take my energy....nya...!? Don't move...Nya!! It's throbbing!"

"Shaaaah!" Elma hissed at him before clenching tightly, Amon's eyes widening from the feeling of his dragon almost being torn off completely.

"Listen....nya!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, it feels so good inside you that I lost all reason...."

"Mmmm... I see..... Well..."

Her hips adjusted with a slight flick of her soft curves.

A warm sigh left her lips as a slight trickle of blood oozed from their connection; Elma finally regained some form of composure as the dragon inside her began to expand and change the shape of her tiger's den, the soft walls now fully fixed to his dragon's wingspan, the brutal maw of his dragon now pressing against her dens deepest depths.

She began to gently push her swirling qi mixed with a dragon, phoenix and white tiger's qi slowly down into the maw of his dragon from her depths. Amon could feel a hot sensation from her squishy insides, the hot walls tightening as he felt a strange energy start to pulse, travel down his shaft, and enter his abdomen, swirling chaotically.

"Mmmm.... big... Ahem! Please focus on the energy... send it back after mixing all the qi in your body with that ball... slowly.... not too fast... then send it back into me through your dragon... then we can start the second.... ugh.... don't poke there... Mnnh! The second phase, nya!"

Amon's mind was filled with bliss and warmth; the depths of her body were hot, wet and squishy with the heat of her insides and tightly grasped him in an affectionate embrace.

His mind focused as he began to collect the energy from his entire body; it suddenly felt cold, only his lower body still burning was a fierce heat, as he felt the slight movement of Elma's hips, swaying to the sides despite telling her not to move, hot sighs and tempting breath left her lips.

'Focus.... collect the energy.... this is important....'

The small ball of black, white and blue energy began to combine, now the size of a small football swirling intensely in his abdomen before Amon closed his eyes, trying to make the energy follow his will and enter Elma through his dragon. He felt a sense of pain, like the pipes to send the power were too small as if they were dry and needed some form of lubrication.