I Am The Villainess Who Will Tame Every Yandere Heroine!-Chapter 45: Midnight Embrace (NSFW)

It was midnight, and Mariella was in the kitchen, making herself some tea. Now that Clara was gone, she could finally have the Lady Savior all to herself.

Was it a little morally questionable to see Clara's absence as an opportunity? Maybe.

Did Mariella care? Not particularly.

"Opportunity is opportunity," she reasoned, stirring her tea with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who totally wasn't scheming.

Then, the faint creak of the door caught her attention. Someone had stepped outside. She didn't even need to check - she knew who it was.

The night air was crisp, the breeze carrying a chill that sent shivers down her spine. Wrapping her arms around herself, she followed.

"Lady Serafine!"

Serafine gasped, whipping around dramatically like a caught criminal. "M-Mariella?!"

To be fair, Serafine wasn't actually sad about Clara being gone. She was, in fact, extremely confident that everything would work out just fine. If anything, her brain was currently operating at maximum capacity, plotting her revenge against that insufferable man who dared to humiliate her.

But alas, appearances had to be kept.

"S-Sorry," she murmured, placing a delicate hand over her heart and casting her gaze downward with the grace of a tragic heroine. "I just… had to take a breather…"

She added a hint of sorrow to her expression. Not too much, just enough to make Mariella feel like she was on the verge of a heart-wrenching confession.

It worked.

The whole day, Serafine had been out of it. Or at least, that's what everyone thought.

Her distant stares? Not grief. Just deep, villainous scheming.Her sighs? Not sadness. Just frustration at the sheer audacity of that man.Her silence? Not mourning. Just strategizing at maximum efficiency.

And yet, somehow, Mariella had convinced herself that the Lady Savior was drowning in sorrow.

"I know you're sad over Clara," Mariella murmured, her voice laced with concern. She hesitated, then took a deep breath, as if gathering courage for what she was about to say. "But… if you asked something from me, I would do anything."

Serafine blinked. Oh?

"Anything?"

"Absolutely anything."

Serafine, who had not been grieving in the slightest, suddenly perked up.

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'Interesting.'

To be honest, she really needed some relief, a little moment of control, of amusement, of fun. So, without hesitation, she stepped forward, cupped Mariella's face ever so gently, and pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against her lips.

"Even this?" she murmured, her voice smooth as silk, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Mariella, utterly stunned, barely managed to whisper, "Y-Yes..."

With that, Mariella captured Seraphine's lips in a soft, tender kiss, pouring all her love and devotion into the gentle caress. She could feel Seraphine stiffen at first, her lady's body still coiled with tension and unease. But slowly, slowly, she felt Seraphine melt into the kiss, her arms coming up to wrap around Mariella's waist as she clung to her like a lifeline.

As they kissed, Mariella began to walk Seraphine backwards, guiding her against the wall. She could feel the heat of Seraphine's skin through the thin fabric of her gown, the wayt heir heart hammered against her own.

eeping her eyes locked with Seraphine's, she reached up and slowly, teasingly, drew the pins from her hair. The dark tresses tumbled down around her shoulders, a silken curtain framing her face.

"Allow me to help you forget," Mariella breathed, as she began to undo the fastenings of her gown.

The garment slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk and lace. She stood, clad in nothing but a pair of delicate lace panties and a matching brassiere, her skin glowing golden in the flickering candlelight.

Their eyes widened as they roamed over Mariella's nearly nude form, drinking in every curve and hollow. She could see the way the breasts swelled above the lacy confines of her brassiere, the pebbled peaks straining against the delicate fabric.

The sight of the woman'ss body, so nearly bare before her, sent a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to Seraphine's core.

Mariella's smile only widened, a wicked gleam in her eye as she reached out to cup her own breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, pushing them together. "I thought I might help you... relax," she purred, as her fingers drifted lower, over the gentle swell of her belly, the dip of her navel.

The lady savior watched, transfixed, as Mariella's hands slid beneath the elastic of her panties, her fingers delving into the dark curls that guarded her sex. She could see the damp patch darkening the lace, the way the fabric clung to the lush folds of her lover's sex.

A groan, low and guttural, tore from Seraphine's throat as she watched Mariella touch herself, her lover's fingers stroking and teasing her most intimate flesh.

She could see the way Mariella's back arched, her breasts thrusting forward, as she pleasured herself with wanton abandon.

"Mariella," Seraphine gasped, her arousal growing with each passing second. "Let me... let me help you..."

But Mariella shook her head, a coy smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips. "No, my love. This moment... it is for you. To help you forget, if only for a little while, the worries and doubts that plague you so."

Seraphine's chest heaved with each ragged breath as she watched Mariella bring herself closer and closer to her peak. She could see the way the belly fluttered, the way her thighs trembled and clenched as her climax rapidly approached.

"Ahh, Seraphine," Mariella cried out, her voice echoing off the chamber walls. "I... I'm going to... oh god, yes!"

Seraphine could only watch, enraptured and enflamed, as Mariella came undone before her, her lover's sex clenching and fluttering as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her.

The sight of Mariella lost in the throes of ecstasy, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her skin flushed and heated, it was almost more than Seraphine could bear.

She palmed the soft swells of Mariella's breasts, feeling the pebbled peaks straining against the delicate lace of her brassiere. Seraphine's fingers drifted lower, over the gentle flare of Mariella's hips, the tender juncture of her thighs. She could feel the damp heat emanating from her lover's sex, the way it seemed to beckon her, begging for her touch.

"Seraphine," Mariella gasped, arching into her caress. "Please, I need... I need..."

"I know exactly what you need."

With deft fingers, Seraphine reached behind Mariella, unhooking her brassiere and tossing it aside. Her lover's breasts spilled free, the rosy peaks puckered in the cool air of the chamber.

Seraphine bent her head, taking one aching nipple into her mouth, suckling and laving the tender bud until Mariella was writhing beneath her.

"Oh god, Seraphine," Mariella cried out, tangling her fingers in her lover's hair, holding her close. "Yes, yes... just like that..."

She lavished each breast with attention until Mariella was panting and mewling beneath her. All the while, her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the elastic of Mariella's panties.

Seraphine's fingers delved into the damp curls that guarded her lover's sex, stroking and teasing, parting the slick folds to reveal the glistening pink flesh beneath. She could feel the scorching heat emanating from her lover's core, the way her arousal coated her fingers, making them slick and wet.

"L-Lady savior!"

With that, Seraphine sealed her lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, suckling and flicking, as she plunged two fingers deep into her lover's molten core.

Mariella cried out, her back arching off the bed, as Seraphine pumped and curled, stroking that secret spot within that made stars explode behind her eyes.

They could feel the way her walls clenched and rippled around her invading fingers, gripping her like a velvet vise.

She knew the woman was close, could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly as her climax rapidly approached.

"Come for me."

With a final, brutal thrust of her fingers and a hard suck of her clit, Seraphine sent Mariella hurtling into oblivion.

Her worshipper's sex clamped down on her digits, fluttering and pulsing as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her, drenching Seraphine's hand with her sweet, fragrant juices.