Accidental Villainy 68 (Patreon)

I didn’t spend much time setting the cameras, just enough to make sure the angles were decent, before I walked back to her, and captured her lips. She abandoned herself into the kiss while my hand canned over her naked breasts. She gasped in pleasure as she looked somewhere over my shoulder.

Normally, I didn’t appreciate such drifting attention, but I decided to make an exception under the circumstances. After all, she was still paying attention to us, just on how we looked on the screen.

And, it worked, turning her panties even more drenched. And, that was not the only difference. She reached my zipper with her trembling fingers and freed my shaft. One of her hands stayed there, the other struggling to get rid of my shirt and pants, but her trembling fingers failed in their tasks.

“You’re overdressed for what you want me to do,” she whispered desperately. I decided to help her, curious about what she would do. I quickly got rid of the rest of my clothes, surpassing her in terms of nudity.

Though, considering she was wearing only a drenched pair of panties, which, at this point, hid nothing, the difference was largely academic.

 “Alright. I’m under your command,” I said. She shivered, but I doubted it had anything to do with the chill of the basement, not when her skin was burning, her arousal like a furnace.

“Good,” she said as she pushed me down, but not before checking the cameras once more. I didn’t miss the fact that she pushed me down at the intersection of three cameras. But, when I opened my mouth to comment on it, I failed, because she sat on my midsection, not even bothering to remove her panties. She just slid them to the side…

And, I found myself engulfed in her wetness, a moan occupying my mouth. Her hands landed on my chest for support. Necessary, because her calves were trembling desperately, threatening her with an imminent collapse as she found herself filled with excitement.

“W-we look amazing,” she uttered as she looked at the screen, showing the extent of her exhibitionist habits. I didn’t have any complaints, as, her hips rocked with a speed she had never achieved before as her carnal desires drove her.

“Imagine what our viewers would think,” I said, which wasn’t as theoretical as I led Emily to believe. Tara was upstairs, receiving her reward.

Still, the moment I said that, I realized I might have miscalculated the arousal she was feeling. My words proved to be the last straw for her quivering legs. Her wetness flowed even faster as she started trembling, and collapsed against my chest.

“Come on, sweetie. That was quick, even for you,” I said even as I flipped us, and started invading her core. With her ongoing orgasm, it was particularly effective. She moaned, any chance of stifling it even somewhat long gone.

“I …” she said, which was all she was able to say.

“Come on, Emily. You can do better. Think of our viewers,” I said as I slapped her breast gently, then grabbed her nipple between my fingers. That didn’t exactly help her contain her desperate moans.

“Y-you’re right,” she muttered as she pushed back. I let her do so, curious exactly what she had in mind. She quickly shifted on all fours, checking herself on the camera to make sure her position was good. “Let’s put on a show,” she whispered.

“What an excellent idea,” I said as I slid inside her, taking her from behind as her back arched, putting an excellent pose. However, despite her initiative, I could see that her arms were trembling too badly to keep her upright for more than a few seconds. So, I grabbed her arms, pulled her back, and started invading her core mercilessly.

Emily moaned even louder as my pull raised her body, her tits dancing with each push. Her tightness around me was spectacular.

Then, I decided to escalate the situation. I made a show of my shock as I leaned forward, and whispered in fake panic. “I just remembered something important. My villainess boss has access to that computer. She might be watching.”

Emily gasped even louder as I stopped, but I didn’t let her go. She was still in a doggy position with her arms being pulled, so even as she looked at me, it was a uniquely erotic sight. “Y-you’re telling me that we might have an actual audience,” she whispered, her voice layered with shock and pleasure.

Luckily, my power allowed me to realize that there was no risk. “Probably. I might check if you want,” I added.

She paused for a moment, and the silence ruled the room while she bit her lips thoughtfully. “Well, it would be a pity to cut our show,” she suddenly whispered, and pushed herself back despite the challenging pose, devouring my shaft once more.

Due to my power, it didn’t come as a surprise, but some things didn’t need to be a surprise to bring joy.

I started moving once more as she tightened around me even more, her enthusiasm about the possibility of having a real audience driving her forward even more.

Her exhibitionism was developing to a surprising degree, not that I was complaining.

I continued ramming her while she made no attempt to contain her moans, the pleasure turning overwhelming. “Tell me what do you want?” I ordered.

”Just fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard!” she moaned desperately. Honest, but a touch louder than her usual attitude, showing that she still played for the camera.

“As you wish,” I said as I suddenly changed position, and lifted her to my lap, still inside her as I started walking toward one of the cameras, wanting to give an even better view.

“Oh, yes!” Emily moaned as she looked at the screen, this time showing her beautiful body from close up.

“I wonder if that villainess is masturbating to our show,” I suddenly said, and she tightened even more. She tried to suppress a moan, but that failed spectacularly. Instead, she just cried desperately, her mouth refusing her orders to close as the pleasure invaded her even more.

"Please... Please... Fuck me harder,” she begged with a series of whimpers. I fulfilled her desire by moving even faster, using the leverage of our position to the limit.

“How about we add something even more fun,” I said as I shifted my hand slightly so it was against her clit, the dance of my fingers pushing her already desperate arousal to a point she had never felt before.

Her hands turned little fists as she tried to resist the pleasure, but failed spectacularly. The pleasure invaded her whole being, and she just found herself watching herself on the screen while moaning repeatedly.

When I finally cummed, filling her core, it had become too much. She shivered as the pleasure invaded her, her eyes closing. “I … I need to rest,” she admitted.

“As you wish. We still have a lot of work to do as well,” I said as I pulled out, then put her on the floor, watching as her naked chest rose and fell. It was a spectacular moment … and still being recorded.

I just hoped Tara was happy with her reward.