I Am The Villainess Who Will Tame Every Yandere Heroine!-Chapter 31: Gratefulness (NSFW)

The stain had vanished into the ether, and with it, countless people tumbled to the ground—unconscious but still breathing. But before they could even blink, the duo found themselves surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd.

"You saved us again, Lady Savior!"

"You're our true savior, after all!"

"Our dear Calix was so cool too!"

Just like that, the spotlight shifted to the young boy, whose cheeks were turning a shade of red that could rival the sunset. People crowded around him, showering him with praise, and he awkwardly scratched his head, trying to hide his discomfort. It was obvious that he wasn't used to it.

As they made their way back to their humble abode, they were greeted with an avalanche of gifts, food to last them for weeks, comfy new blankets, and, of course, more trinkets than anyone could count. Some even begged to join their "religion," which was, without a doubt, a cult, but hey, who was counting?

Once the door was shut and the last of the well-wishers had dispersed, Serafine let out a groan. She leaned back against the door, as though she'd just completed the most exhausting marathon known to mankind.

"Welcome back, Serafine! We heard what you did out there!" Mariella clapped her hands together, a grin spreading across her face.

"So you really are something, huh?" Clara crossed her arms.

"What are you doing here? Go help Calix with the stuff," Mariella commanded, sending Clara off with a wave.

The girl muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a curse under her breath, but she dutifully stomped out the door anyway.

Finally, it was just the two of them. Serafine yawned and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes half-lidded. She was exhausted and the widow could sense it so she sat beside the girl.

"Want me to make you feel refreshed?" Mariella asked, leaning closer with an almost teasing glint in her eyes.

"When do I ever say no to you?"

Mariella took Serafine's hand, guiding her to sit on the edge of the plush bed. With gentle hands, she began to massage Serafine's shoulders, kneading the tension from her savior's muscles. Her fingers dug into the knots, working them out with a sensual rhythm that had Serafine sighing in pleasure.

"How's this?" Mariella murmured, her breath warm against Serafine's ear. "I want to make you feel refreshed, rejuvenated. It's what you deserve after such a long day. It seems I can't be the only one you're saving."

There was a hum in approval, Serafine's eyes fluttering closed as skilled fingers worked magic on her flesh. She could feel the stress and strain of the day melting away, replaced by a growing sense of languid, sensual arousal. 'God, why is she so good at this?' The widow's breast could be felt very firmly on the back.

As the massaged continued on the shoulders and neck, hands drifted lower, tracing the delicate lines of her lover's collarbones, the graceful curve of her spine. The skin was soft and warm beneath her touch, silken and inviting.

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Emboldened by Serafine's responsiveness, Mariella leaned in, pressing her lips against the nape. She placed a soft, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin, feeling Serafine shiver against her touch. There it began to place a trail of kisses along the column of on throat, lips brushing and teasing, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake.

"Mmm, you taste divine," Mariella purred, nipping lightly at Serafine's earlobe before soothing the sting with a swipe of her tongue. "Like honey and spice, a flavor I could become addicted to."

As she spoke, a hand slid around to cup the soft swells of Serafine's breasts, palming them gently, feeling the weight of them in her palms. Her fingers found the peaks, rolling and plucking at the stiffening nipples, drawing a loud gasp.

"Oh, Mariella," Serafine breathed, arching into her lover's touch.

The widow smiled against the neck, her fingers drifting lower, over the gentle curve of the belly, the dip of their navel. Then her hand slipped between thethighs, cupping her mound, feeling the heat emanating from her core.

"Spread your legs for me, my love," Mariella coaxed, her fingers teasing through the downy curls that guarded Serafine's sex.

With a shuddering sigh, Serafine complied, parting her thighs to reveal the glistening pink folds of her sex. The dewy slickness was in full dislay, the way the pearl throbbed and pulsed, begging for attention.

"Exquisite," Mariella breathed, before slipping a finger inside Serafine's tight, clinging sheath. She pumped slowly, gently, allowing Serafine to adjust to the new sensation of being filled, claimed, possessed.

As she fingered the insides, Mariella pressed her body against her lover's back, her breasts cushioning Serafine's shoulders, her hips nestling against her lover's ass. She could feel the heat of their skin, the way it seemed to burn against her own. It inflamed her, made her ache to be one with her lover, to join with her in the most intimate of ways.

Serafine, however, had other plans. In a sudden display of strength and dominance, she reached back, grasping Mariella's wrist. With a deft twist, she pushed Mariella down onto the bed, pinning her beneath her.

"Now," Serafine purred, a wicked gleam in her eye. "It's my turn to worship you."

With that, she captured Mariella's lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep, conquering, claiming. At the same time, her hands roamed, squeezing and kneading, leaving imprints of her touch in every curve and hollow.

She broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, and licked a path down Mariella's throat, over her collarbones, between the valley of her breasts. She paused to lave each nipple with attention, suckling and nipping until Mariella was writhing beneath her, begging for more.

"Please, Serafine," Mariella gasped, tangling her fingers in her lover's hair.

"Shh, I know what you need," Serafine murmured.

She settled between the thighs, pushing them wider, baring her most intimate place to her hungry gaze. Leaning in, their nose breathed in the musky, feminine scent of her arousal, before placing a single, open-mouthed kiss to her dripping sex.

"Mmm, you taste exquisite," Serafine growled, her voice muffled against Mariella's folds. "Like ambrosia, nectar from the gods."

Finally, she set to work, her tongue delving deep, lapping at the slick, silken walls of Mariella's sex. She swirled and stroked, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of Mariella's sex, making her lover buck and writhe against her mouth.

Serafine's fingers joined her tongue, plunging deep, curling to stroke that secret spot within Mariella that made stars explode behind her eyes. She pumped and thrust, her mouth suckling hard at Mariella's pearl, drawing it out from beneath its hood, making it throb against her lips.

"Oh god, Serafine!" Mariella screamed, her back arching, her nails raking down Serafine's back, leaving angry red welts in their wake. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so close, I'm going to... I'm going to..."

"Do it," Serafine commanded, her voice a dark, seductive growl.

With a final, brutal thrust of her fingers and a hard suck of her clit, Serafine pushed Mariella over the edge. Her lover's sex clamped down on her digits like a vice, fluttering and pulsing as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her.

Serafine gentled her touch, stroking Mariella through the aftershocks, helping her float down from the heights of her climax. As the last tremors faded, Serafine crawled up Mariella's body, a look of fierce, possessive triumph on her face.