I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 490: A Monster In The Making

Maggie pushed back to meet me, steady and powerful, her small breasts swaying beneath her as she braced against the pillar. She let out no scream, except small, controlled breaths and the occasional sharp inhale when I hit deep. She reached back with one hand, grabbing my wrist, guiding me to squeeze her ass harder.

“More,” she ordered, voice still dangerously even. “Strike it faster, Miscreant!”

I picked up speed, slamming into her from behind. The sound of skin on skin filled the darkness — wet, rhythmic, obscene. Her massive ass bounced and clapped against me with every thrust, the sheer size and softness driving me insane. I reached around, pinching those small, sensitive nipples again, using Summoner’s Touch in faint pulses that made her clench even tighter around my cock.

She was dripping down my thighs now. Every stroke dragged more of her slick heat, her curvy body trembling just enough to let me know I was affecting her. But that calm, almost clinical way she took it — grinding back, squeezing, testing — kept the edge of danger alive. Like at any second she could flip this and destroy me.

‘Don’t cum too fast, idiot. Not when it feels this fucking good…’

Of course, I was confident in myself… it was just that these things could sometimes be unpredictable.

I leaned over her back, one hand buried in that huge ass, the other between her legs rubbing her clit while I pounded deeper. Her breathing finally grew ragged. She turned her head, capturing my mouth in another fierce kiss — messy, biting, and perfect.

We moved like that for what felt like forever — slow building to frantic, her powerful body meeting every thrust, curves jiggling and flexing under my hands. The heat, the wetness, the way her tight pussy milked me with every clench… it was overwhelming.

Maggie came first — suddenly, silently except for a sharp exhale, her whole body locking up as her walls spasmed around me. Her huge ass pressed back hard, grinding in tight circles that pulled me over the edge right after her. I buried myself deep and spilled inside, groaning into her mouth as pleasure tore through me.

For a long moment we stayed locked together, breathing hard in the dark. She turned just enough to look at me, that same unreadable expression on her face.

“…Interesting,” she said softly.

Then she tilted her head and looked at my cock.

Seeing that look on her face, I could already recognize it. Before I could say anything though she struck me to the ground, causing the entire temple to tremble, blood splattered from my mouth but she didn’t care.

She stood over me, her habit still raised, and her core directly right on top of my cock. Her gaze was… lustful, gone.

She looked like she had given into the darkness.

“This is your fault vermin. My body feels strange. Hot, and restless. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Before I could say anything she slammed down on me, crashing her entire weight on my cock before it was even fully erect.

It felt like a large bolder was dropped on my groan, I groaned with pain, while she yelped, her eyes and mouth widening.

She froze for a moment, only for a moment. It seemed like her head was processing what it was that had shoved it way into her.

“It went deeper…” She muttered and curiously looked down. “But how do I move? If I?”

As she muttered to herself, she stood up, pulling my cock out and she slammed down again with force, cracking the ground beneath me. Blood flew out of my mouth and nose, but Maggie did not seem to care.

She looked absorbed in her own strange world. A world where she was realizing how the heck this was possible.

Her movement was slow at first, almost experimental, like she was still mapping out the mechanics of it in that terrifyingly analytical head of hers. But once she had it figured out, there was nothing that could stop her anymore.

Maggie planted her hands on my chest, nails digging in just enough to draw pinpricks of blood, and started riding me with that same steady, unstoppable power she used for everything else.

Each downward slam of her hips drove my cock deep into her scorching, still-spasming pussy. Her massive ass clapped loudly against my thighs — heavy, plush, rippling with every brutal impact. The sheer weight of her curvy body made the stone beneath me groan in protest.

‘Fuck—okay, this again. She’s treating my dick like a damn battering ram.’

Just like Kassie had. Surely fucking this actual villainesses were a different responsibility. It was life threatening!

She didn’t moan wildly or lose control. Instead she breathed through it in those controlled, sharp inhales, eyes half-lidded as she stared down at where we were joined, watching my shaft disappear into her over and over with clinical fascination.

Her small breasts bounced lightly under the raised habit, nipples still hard from earlier. I reached up instinctively, pinching one, sending a faint pulse of Summoner’s Touch through my fingers.

Her walls clenched hard around me in response.

“Again,” she ordered, voice low and even, like she was directing a servant.

She ground her huge ass in a slow circle, milking me, then slammed down harder, cracking the ground another inch. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, but the pain only sharpened the pleasure.

I groaned, hips bucking up to meet her.

“Maggie — shit — you’re going to break me before you finish figuring it out.”

She tilted her head, that thin, dangerous smile appearing for a split second.

“Then break. This heat… this restlessness. It’s your fault, vermin. Fix it.”

Without any hesitation, she picked up speed, riding me like she was trying to conquer the sensation itself. That enormous ass rose and fell in powerful, hypnotic waves — soft cheeks jiggling and slapping against me, the impact sending shockwaves through both our bodies.

Every time she bottomed out, her tight pussy squeezed me like a vice, slick and scorching, dripping down my balls and thighs. The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the dark temple, mixing with the occasional crack of stone under us.

I grabbed two handfuls of that massive ass, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh, spreading her wider as I thrust up. She let me — for now. Her small breasts hovered above my face as she leaned forward, and I caught one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while pulsing the skill. Maggie’s gasped sharper this time. Her free hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head closer, but her hips never stopped their relentless rhythm.

She was lost in it, but still calculating. Like she was dissecting the pleasure while drowning in it.’

The pressure built fast. Her curvy body glistened with sweat in the darkness, that huge ass flexing and bouncing as she chased the feeling. She started experimenting — grinding deep, then bouncing in short, brutal strokes that made her walls flutter and clench unpredictably around my cock.

Each slam forced another grunt out of me, more blood from my split lip, but I didn’t dare stop. It felt too fucking good. The mix of pain and her slick heat, the way her massive rear cushioned and crushed against me, the dangerous calm in her eyes even as her body trembled.

Maggie suddenly sat up straighter, hands braced on my chest again, and rode me harder. Her small breasts bounced with the motion, habit bunched around her waist.

“Deeper,” she muttered, almost to herself. “It reaches… here.”

She adjusted her angle and slammed down, taking me to the hilt in one devastating drop. Her eyes widened slightly — the closest thing to surprise I’d ever seen on her face — then narrowed in determination.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, fast and firm, while my other hand spanked that huge ass, watching the flesh ripple. She clenched around me so tight I saw stars. Her movements grew frantic but still controlled, powerful thighs flexing as she chased her second peak.

When it hit her, it was silent again — just a sharp exhale and her whole body locking up, pussy spasming wildly around my cock like it was trying to pull me even deeper. Her massive ass pressed down hard, grinding in tight, possessive circles that milked every inch of me. That was all it took. I groaned loud, burying myself as deep as possible and spilling inside her again, pulse after pulse, filling her while her walls kept squeezing.

We stayed like that, her curvy body still straddling me, huge ass settled heavily on my hips, my cock twitching inside her. Her breathing slowly evened out. She looked down at me with that same unreadable expression, though now there was a faint sheen of sweat on her skin and a darker glint in her eyes.

“…Acceptable,” she said softly, almost like she was grading me. Then she shifted her hips once more, deliberately, drawing a hiss from both of us. “But the heat remains. Now, again.”

‘Of course it does. We’re nowhere near done.’

I didn’t say it out loud. Just squeezed her ass again, feeling that soft, heavy weight in my hands, and waited to see what she’d do next.