Chapter 63 Wild Woman **

Villain Ch 63. Wild Woman

She was writhing under his touch now; pushing against his chest, trying to get closer to his touch... desperate for his touch... crazed... driven... crazy...

'Is this man really a virgin?' she thought to herself.

He finally responded by moving up to kiss her again, this time his hands running over the smooth skin of her back and buttocks while he pressed himself against her. It wasn't enough. She needed more. Shea wanted him inside her, wanted him to take her right then and there. He didn't disappoint her, though. The next thing she knew he was kissing down the length of her body as if it were a brand-new car he was admiring.

Then when he went back up again, he rubbed his shaft along her bare flesh until it slipped between her hot flesh where it teased her labia before sliding slowly into place.

She felt like crying with joy at having Allen buried deep inside her where he belonged; at least for that moment, at that time, in that location. But instead of letting herself give in to those feelings, Shea continued to act like a wild woman who had no shame or inhibitions, throwing her head back and moaning loudly in response to his every touch and movement.

"Your inside is so hot," Allen whispered against her neck as his fingers played lightly across her mound. His hips began moving more rapidly, thrusting forward forcefully. "And so wet."

He looked down at her entrance, watching as it rippled rhythmically from the friction caused by his erection's relentless pounding. "I'm going to fill you up," he told her, his voice sounding both urgent and excited.

"Yes... Ah...!" she replied breathlessly. Her entire body was trembling with pleasure now; she could barely move anymore as her desire mounted steadily higher and higher towards an intense climax... she couldn't believe how much she wanted this man right then! She wanted him deeper than ever; wanted him forever; wanted him right there, right then - even though they'd just met once - wanted him to make love to her like a husband making love to his wife for the first time in years...

He leaned over further and kissed her passionately. It felt incredible. The combination of kissing her while plunging inside of her drove her wild with excitement.

The pleasure grew unbearable quickly and Shea let out another cry of ecstasy. He continued to drive into her, increasing his pace until their bodies were locked together as he moved his hips furiously. He stopped only long enough to pull her legs up around his waist before starting to thrust faster and harder into her.

She gasped loudly when he grabbed her shoulders, pushing her back against the cushions, and forcing her to take his weight. She immediately responded by wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him tighter against her breasts which she rubbed against his chest through her body. Their moans of pleasure muffled by kisses filled the room.

Soon, she felt her climax approaching and began writhing beneath him like an animal in heat, unable to contain herself any longer. "Ah...! Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries of passion. The climax seemed to last for minutes on end, but it was actually only a few seconds.

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Her entire body went limp under his weight, and his hips slowed slightly until the throbbing finally ceased completely. Then he collapsed onto top of her, breathing heavily while keeping his strong arms wrapped around her.

Shea smiled as she lay there beside Allen and listened as his heart pounded rapidly in his chest; listening to him breathe in quick, shallow bursts; smelling his sweat-laced scent mixed with hers. She thought about how perfect their bodies fit together perfectly; how natural they looked when they embraced.

"A-Allen," she stammered despite trying to calm herself down. Her face flushed hotly as she struggled to catch her breath, and she desperately sought some kind of refuge from the turmoil of her emotions.

"I-I got a call," she blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to pick it up." It was a flimsy excuse, of course, but she clung to it like a lifeline.

Allen looked at her with a mixture of concern and understanding. He knew that something was bothering her, even if he didn't know exactly what it was. After all, Shea was an investor - she had her own busyness.

"Okay," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm going to stock some potions then. We'll meet again at the gate."

Shea nodded, grateful for his understanding.

"Y-yes," she said.

With a deep sigh, Shea reached up and slowly lifted the VR headset from her head, the medieval world she had been immersed in mere moments before fading away to reveal a modern, luxurious room. This was her gaming place, her sanctuary from the stresses of the real world.

The room was filled with all the trappings of a true gamer's paradise - from the state-of-the-art gaming rig in the corner to the rows of neatly organized gaming peripherals on the desk. But it was the little touches that truly made the room special - like the plush massage chair in the corner, perfect for relaxing after a long day of virtual adventures.

Shea gingerly placed her VR headset on her sleek, modern desk, its glowing blue lights casting an otherworldly glow over the room. She leaned back in her plush gaming chair, feeling its soft leather embrace her tired body like a warm hug from an old friend. The room around her was filled with the latest gaming technology, from the towering gaming rig in the corner to the rows of neatly organized peripherals on the desk. But despite the modern trappings, Shea couldn't shake the tension that had settled over her like a dark cloud.

"Calm down, Shea. Calm down. It's just a game," she whispered to herself, taking a few deep breaths to try and steady her racing heart. But the words felt hollow as if spoken by someone else entirely. She couldn't calm down and her heart kept beating fast. And it was all because of him...