Demi-Humans Are Beasts, But So Am I

Kicking open the door and throwing Moriah onto the bed became almost a natural reflex for me. Whether it's testosterone hitting the roof or some divine sexual inspiration, I don't know, I just know I'm more potent than all previous times.

It must be the pheromones, because the only thing I can think about is obliterating that massive ego.

In the original work, she appears as an angelic person, but she's a little devil in moth form. She, who seems like wouldn't even hurt an ant, actually eats them for breakfast with a huge smile on her face, and right now I feel nothing but this desire to consume her until nothing is left.

Is this wrong? I don't know, I just know I'm going to satisfy myself in her body and then think about the consequences.

"Now, let's move on to the main act, Ma'am..."

The Countess's white face blushes in green tones. Has she ever gone this far? I hope so, please, Count, tell me you at least enjoyed some time with your wife.

I let out a sigh, climbing onto the bed and touching the moth-woman's cheek, trying to control the nerves begging me to just thrust in and devour her.

Use what you've learned all these years, Darius, start gently and then do whatever you want.

First, provide comfort. I rest my member against Moriah's flower, brushing the two in that casual provocation. In truth, I'm afraid that if I went in now, I'd easily slip out, she's so wet.

"Pfft, you're that excited?"

"St-Stop looking!"

"Can I look at your face then?"

The compliment is effective enough to draw a sigh. She averts her gaze, blushing slightly. Does she have a weakness for compliments and this loving manner? Before, what made her fall for me were the series of pleasantries I uttered, and seeing her fluster like that gives me this idea.

"Ma'am Moriah, I would be jealous to see you beside another man if I were your husband. In fact, I'm already envious to see you near any other man, furthermore, I'd love to make you mine..."

"Don't say thattt! You're ruining the mood!"

"Why? You attacked me earlier when I complimented you. What's the problem now?"

"I just... I don't..."

"Now it's late for excuses. You should have said 'no' before, ma'am Moriah."

A strange sound comes from her mouth as our groins touch. Come on, stop resisting, I want you to beg!

"You seduced me with your hands, tore my clothes, licked me, released your pheromones, and you still want to be ashamed after letting a man touch you with such freedom?"

I bring my face closer to hers, close enough to feel her hot breath on my lips.

"What wantonness, Countess."

The irritated expression on her face is priceless, with her teeth grinding beneath her closed mouth.

I can only smile at her anguish, while indulging in pure sadism to unleash a big surprise: thrusting in without warning. She's been fully lubricated for a while; it's not like I need to care that much.

"You...!"

"Shhh, Countess. I won't force you to say you wanted this."

The way she puffs out her cheeks and then hides her face only improves the situation. I make sure to move her arms out of the way, savoring the still-wet lips of this mujer caliente with her legs spread for me. Who ever heard of refusing a first-class meal?

The bed trembles with each thrust, and wow, sex is still as good as the first time since I realized I reincarnated. The sensation of something warm embracing the flesh, wetting the surface and sucking it in, only to come back and pull again, it's nothing more than divine.

She squeezes me so hard that it's difficult to hold on for so long. I've already climaxed once, I need to maintain my composure long enough.

I speed up a bit, Moriah's pink wings rest on my back, and her hands touch my chest and abdomen, with small pinches on the sides to add that extra bit of pain.

I mean, "extra bit of pain" my ass. This woman is incredibly strong, it hurts like hell!

Before losing a piece of flesh, I decide to pull back and withdraw my best friend from his designated spot, letting out a very long sigh.

"Countess, can you turn over?"

She seems a bit hesitant but eventually obeys, resting her head against the pillows and sticking her butt up in the air. What a glorious sight, by the supreme deities. I've never seen a butt as perfect as Moriah's, angled in a way that fills me with a supernatural hunger.

Time to feed the monster.

"Why are you taking so long? Just go and... Hah! Oohwn! ~"

I guess she really likes being caught by surprise. Leaning on that round backside, I thrust against the walls of her vagina without holding back any energy. No, it would be a disgrace to the Moonlight family to save my breath against a worthy opponent like Moriah! I have to give it my all!

Each trembling moan from her mouth, as well as the strange hum coming from her demi-human vocal cords, is a point for my victory scoreboard. It thrills me to the core with satisfaction, seeing her cling so tightly to the sheet, thinking it will do any good.

An idea then pops into my head as I notice her wings fluttering. I extend one of my arms to touch them from the base, and by the way her spine arches and her head snaps up, I must have hit a sensitive spot.

Even better, she starts grinding against my waist, wanting to feel more of me, pressing her butt against my groin.

I can't resist, I give one of her wings a very light squeeze, and this time an almost monstrous groan escapes Moriah's mouth, to the point where I myself stop for a moment and get scared.

The Countess even covers her mouth and buries her face in the mattress. Geez, those sounds must be killing her with embarrassment, I bet it must create such a huge inferiority complex... Oh, I had an idea.

"Ma'am, I love your voice, no matter what kind of sound it produces," I whisper very close to her ear, just to provoke her.

This choice caused such a tight squeeze around my best friend that it became impossible to resist the temptation to keep attacking her, so I decided to finish inside, letting a white drip trickle down her dark lips between her pale moth skin.

Moriah is all trembling; I think I overdid the dose of love. I stretch my arms upwards, helping her lie on her back and lying beside her. She can barely open her eyes properly, looking as drunk as the first time I stimulated her with my fingers.

"I'm the worst..." The Countess says to herself, sniffing. "How could I have done this?"

The woman brings her hands to her eyes, beginning to cry. I should have expected this kind of thing. Before the Count's death, she must have been at least a normal person, perhaps, and now she's regretting betraying her husband. 

This wounded heart must be hurting so much over this crime that I have very little idea how to resolve the situation, except for one classic move I know.

"Ma'am Moriah..."

"Don't speak... Please, don't speak..."

Yeah, I missed my chance. It's over.

The Countess rubs her eyes several times, still not quite believing the reality. I maintain my sexy pose, lying down, not caring much. Should I? Probably, besides, I cuckolded a count, which is no small feat.

"I'm sorry, it was my mistake," I say. "I said what I shouldn't have. I didn't know you'd react like this."

"You, no, you're not to blame, young man. I'm the one to blame for being so degenerate... Ha... haha... who would believe that I... am like this? I truly deserve to be punished in this way."

Damn, this is making me angry again.

"Take back what you said."

"Huh?"

"Take back what you said, Countess."

I kneel on the bed, pulling her close by the waist, looking her straight in the eyes, using my charming bastard rogue persona that I've perfected over the years. I need to bring at least a little happiness into this woman's life, no one deserves such a terrible sense of inferiority.

"I didn't lie at any point about that, nor do I believe you deserve to be isolated inside this house. Didn't you see how I reacted because of your body? How much charm your appearance and mannerisms have? There's no way someone like you could be degenerate."

I touch her delicate face, her antennae gently sway up and down. Her golden eyes gain a soft glow, as if a pair of stars had lit up where her irises should be.

"I was the one who made a mistake by succumbing to temptation with such a beautiful woman. I take the blame for everything, but I will never accept you belittling yourself just because your husband, Count Vandric, treats you so badly."

I think I hit her right in the heart, judging by how green her face turns compared to her pale complexion. When are they going to hire me for a talent show? I'm too good at dissuading.

Oh, damn, I'm hard again.

"Um..."

"Ma'am Moriah?!"

"I'll help you with that. It's a... favor..."

Yes, I definitely hit her right in the heart.