The Villainess Became My Alpha Husband Chapter 29: Submit to Me (R18)

Pain lanced through imdiately, sharp and unrelenting. It was too huge, too much for my body, splitting my walls inch by agonizing inch.

Drool escaped the corner of my mouth as I cried out, a raw, broken sound that echoed off the chamber stones. Tears pricked my eyes from the burn, my olive gaze locking onto hers, daring her to look away.

"Fuck, it’s too big," I gasped, trembling as I forced myself lower, my inner muscles gripping her tightly, fluttering around the invasion like a vice.

Every ridge and vein dragged against my sensitive flesh, sending jolts of fire up my spine. But I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. This was my power, my revenge, even as my body scread in protest.

Elaine’s breath hitched, her bound fists clenching harder. "See? I told you—pull off, now. Let take care of you properly."

There was a plea in her voice, laced with concern, but I saw the hunger too, her cock twitching inside , eager despite her words.

"No," I snarled, rocking my hips to adjust, silver hair whipping across my face as I sank further. The stretch bordered on tearing, my pussy lips taut around her girth, but slickness eased the way just enough.

Finally, I was fully seated, her cock buried to the hilt, pressing against my deepest walls. I paused there, panting, my flat chest heaving, nails digging into her shoulders for leverage.

"Gods, you’re so tight," she murmured, almost reverent, her eyes half-lidded now. "Breathe through it, Your Highness. Don’t force—"

I cut her off by starting to move, rising up slowly before dropping back down.

The motion drove her deeper, friction igniting sparks of pleasure amid the ache, my own cock slapping wetly against my stomach with every thrust. I bounced with increasing rhythm, the silk sheets bunching under us, the air thick with our mingled scents—her alpha rut and my sweeter oga heat.

"This... this is what you wanted?" Elaine growled, her voice strained as she tried to thrust up, muscles bunching uselessly against the chains. "Riding like a common whore?"

"Exactly," I hissed, grinding down harder, circling my hips to feel her fill every angle. Pleasure built now, coiling low in my belly, chasing away the worst of the pain.

My pussy clenched around her, milking her length with each bounce, while my cock leaked precum onto her skin. "You took without asking, split open. Now feel what it’s like to be helpless."

Her breaths ca in ragged pants, sweat beading on her brow, her knot swelling at the base—thick and insistent, pressing against my entrance with every downward slam. "Let touch you," she begged, the word foreign on her dominant tongue. "Please, I need to—"

"No," I repeated, leaning forward to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, teeth nipping her lower lip until she tasted blood. Our tongues battled, her submission fuelling my fire. I broke away gasping, bouncing faster, the slap of skin on skin filling the chamber.

The knot battered my folds, demanding entry, and I chased it, ground down harder, until—

It breached with a pop, the searing stretch ripping a scream from my throat.

"Ahhhh! It hurts!"

Pain and ecstasy blurred into one overwhelming wave, her knot locking us together, swelling fully inside my pussy. I felt every throb, every pulse as she ca undone.

"Fuck—yes!" Elaine roared, her body convulsing under , cock pulsing as hot cum flooded my depths in thick spurts. The sensation triggered my own release—walls clamping down, milking her dry as orgasm crashed over .

My cock spurted ropes of seed across her bare chest, painting her skin in white streaks, while I shuddered, nails raking bloody trails down her shoulders.

We stayed locked like that, tied by her knot, my body trembling in aftershocks. The bond humd between us, an invisible thread pulling tighter, weaving our souls closer despite the power play. I leaned forward, breath ghosting her ear.

"That’s for the ti... y-you t-took without rcy," I whispered harshly, voice raw from cries.

Her eyes t mine, softened now with awe and sothing like regret. Her chest rose and fell under the ss I’d made, cum and sweat mingling. "I... I didn’t realize how much it hurt you," she admitted quietly, her bound hands flexing as if aching to hold . "Forgive , Your Highness. Let make it right."

The knot held firm, pulsing gently, keeping us joined as pleasure ebbed into a warm glow. But I wasn’t done—not yet. The pain lingered, a reminder, and I shifted slightly, feeling her twitch inside .

"Make it right? By submitting fully?" I traced a finger through the cum on her chest, bringing it to my lips and sucking it clean, watching her pupils dilate.

"Yes," she breathed, voice husky. "Whatever you want. Just... release these chains. I swear, no more ruts without your word."

I considered it, rocking my hips experintally, drawing a hiss from her. The movent sent fresh sparks through us both, her knot grinding against my inner walls. "Prove it. Tell how it feels, alpha—being at my rcy."

Elaine’s cheeks flushed deeper, that mighty villainess reduced to this—flushed, spent, yet stirring again under my gaze.

"It... it’s maddening," she confessed, hips twitching futilely. "Your heat clenching around , your body owning mine. I want to flip you, knot you properly, but... gods, this is intoxicating too."

"But you can’t."

Satisfaction blood in my chest, mingling with the bond’s pull. The Aether crystals pulsed brighter, casting ethereal light over our entwined forms—the silk bed rumpled, chains glowing faintly. My silver hair cascaded down, curtaining us as I leaned in for another kiss, slower this ti, exploratory. Her lips parted willingly, tongue yielding to mine.

As the knot began to deflate, ever so slightly, I felt the first hints of freedom. But I lingered, savouring the fullness, the vulnerability in her eyes. "Good," I murmured against her mouth.

The word sent a shiver through , the bond sealing deeper. When the knot finally slipped free with a wet gush of cum, I didn’t rise imdiately. Instead, I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the mark I’d soon claim fully. Her cock, still semi-hard, slipped from my pussy, leaving empty and aching anew.

"More?" she asked, voice tentative, hands still bound.

"Always more," I replied, fingers dancing over her chest, pinching a nipple until she arched. I shifted down, taking her softening length into my mouth again, cleaning our mixed release with lazy licks. She moaned softly, no protests this ti—just surrender.