I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 567: Filling Her Well

She was still around me, still wet, still too warm, and she rolled her hips like the first round had only taught her the shape of what she wanted.

“Again…”

She dug her gaze into me, and I could tell there was something in it that begged to be used.

“You were careful last time. I want you to be crude. I want you to fuck me like an animal.”

The words froze me for a moment. Then I closed my mouth and grinned.

I pulled out far enough to get my knees under me and turned her over. She went onto her hands with a hiss when her ribs took the shift, and locked her elbows anyway. I wrapped an arm under her hips, hauled her back onto me, and shoved in to the hilt in one stroke.

The sound she made was filthy and grateful.

I set a pace that had nothing to do with eleven days of carrying. Hip to ass, hard, the wet slap of it loud against the stone.

Each thrust shoved her forward on her palms, and I dragged her back by the waist and did it again. The grit under her hands rasped every time she slid. Her arms shook, and only the gods knew how she managed to keep them under her.

“Yes. Like that. Cade— fuck— slam it, I can take it—”

I slammed it. The heat of her clenched and slipped and clenched again. I got a handful of hair above the horns and bent her a little lower, and the new angle made her shout, raw, with no language in it. Her breasts swung. Steam lifted off her spine in thin sheets every time I bottomed out, and it smelled of wet rock and something scorched.

“There. There. Don’t you dare slow—”

I didn’t. I fucked her through the words until they broke into grunts, and then into that open, vulgar moaning she had promised without ever promising it, punched out of her on every impact.

My thighs burned. My burned forearms burned worse where I held her. I did not care. The well in me had a direction, and it was the clutch of her cunt and the way she shoved back to meet the next stroke like she was angry she’d had to wait.

“Harder.”

I gave her harder. The smack of skin filled the cavern and came back off the far wall half a beat late. She slipped on the grit, and I caught her hips and kept her where I wanted her and drove in until her arms folded and her cheek hit the stone. She still said more into the rock, wrecked and shaking already, not there yet, climbing.

“Ilse—”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you— ah— fuck, Cade, I’m—”

I felt her start. Not the neat clench from before. This one came up through her whole body. Her thighs locked. Her back arched hard enough that I had to follow or slip out.

Inside, she went suddenly and impossibly tight, fluttering, then seizing in long rolling pulls that milked down the length of me while she screamed into her own fist and failed to keep it there.

Her horns scraped stone. Her cunt spasmed around me in hard, wet jerks, over and over, and each one wrung a broken sound out of her.

“Nnh— fuck— Cade—”

She shook so violently I had to pin her hips to keep from being pushed out.

That finished me.

I drove in once more, buried, and came with my mouth open against her shoulder and my whole body locking.

It tore out of me in thick, shaking pulses with no rhythm left, just the brutal spill of it into the clench of her while she kept coming around me. My hips stuttered. My vision went white at the edges.

I emptied into her in long, helpless jerks while her cunt grabbed and grabbed, and my thighs trembled so hard that I would have fallen if I had not been inside her and holding on.

Then there was a rushing in my ears, like water hitting a bed that had been dry for too long, and panel after panel came flying across my vision, stacking on top of each other faster than I could read them.

My head went blank. Maybe it was from how hard I had come. Maybe it was something else, something I couldn’t even begin to figure out right then. But I knew there was something different about me. It sat behind my ribs, heavy and cool, in a place that had been scraped raw for longer than I wanted to count.

Damn… never would have thought you had it so bad.

I frowned when Wren’s voice slid into my head.

‘What exactly did you see?’

Everything, Cade. Everything. There was no PG anywhere in it. Goodness, that would shatter the mind of anything rated eighteen.

My jaw tightened as a very particular curiosity worked its way up the back of my skull.

‘How did you even learn to talk like that?’

You’d be surprised what a fascinating memory you have, Cade.

‘Wait, what? Are you going through my head? My memories?’

How else do you think I keep myself entertained… I’ve seen things. So many things. I thought you deserved pity, and I was actually beginning to warm up to you, right until I watched you demolish someone who almost died just a few minutes ago.

I glanced down at Ilse.

She was sprawled on the stone where I had left her, helpless, her cheek still on the rock and one horn resting against it. The steam coming off her back had thinned to almost nothing. Her ribs rose and fell too fast, and neither of us had the breath left to make any other noise. White leaked from between her thighs onto the grit.

And then, quite suddenly, I felt awful about myself. My hands were still on my own knees, and I didn’t know what to do with them.

‘Hell, she asked for it!’

She wasn’t in her right state, was she? Even under a Hex, you’re just a horny dog, aren’t you?

I wanted to fire something back at her, but all at once I seemed to remember an awful lot.

First, I stared down at the queue of panels hanging in front of me.