Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1669. Reclaiming

And at the same time—

His other hand gripped Alice’s hair.

Firm. Commanding. Twisting just enough to make her gasp around his length.

Alice’s eyes widened, lips already parted around him. He hadn’t given her time to prepare. One moment she had control of her mouth, of the pace. The next?

Her lips were parted wide as his shaft filled her throat.

All of it.

No warning.

No mercy.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Her hands reflexively dug into the side of the throne. But her core clenched in pleasure.

‘He’s reclaiming us.’

That thought struck her like a curse spoken aloud.

And it made her ache.

Allen pressed down — guiding, holding, keeping her there. Not choking, not cruel. But claiming. Filling.

He growled softly. “Take it.”

Alice’s throat flexed around him, her jaw aching, her mind spiraling. But her whole body… lit up. Her moan vibrated down his length. Her legs pressed together, tight. Wetness seeped down the inside of her thigh. She couldn’t breathe — but she didn’t want to. Not when this was the punishment.

She loved this punishment.

Bella tried to grind down into his hand, desperate now. His fingers were still inside her, still moving, still curling just right, hitting that spot that made her vision blur like stars behind her eyelids.

“Allen—!” she gasped, voice ragged, hips rocking helplessly.

He glanced sideways — calm, unreadable — and tightened his grip in Alice’s hair.

Then he pushed again.

Alice gagged. Lightly. Her throat clenched again. Her tears spilled freely now. But not once did she pull back.

She wanted more.

She needed more.

Allen’s voice was low, sharp with hunger. “Good girl. Stay like that.”

Bella whimpered — jealous, needy, dizzy.

“Say it,” he growled.

“S-Say what—?” she panted.

His thumb rolled over her sweet flesh, right above where his fingers drove deeper, firmer. The pressure built fast — too fast — the kind that made her body twitch on its own.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I—”

Allen shifted slightly in the throne — leaned in, his voice a whisper soaked in smoke and sin.

“Say it, Bella.”

“I’m yours!” she gasped. “I’m yours!”

The heat in her belly exploded.

It wasn’t an orgasm. It was a confession.

Something primal. Raw. A breaking point between devotion and delirium.

Her body bucked into his hand, hips writhing, sweet heat gushing around his fingers.

He didn’t stop.

He just smiled.

And pushed Alice deeper.

Alice’s lashes fluttered. She was gone — no thought, no pride, only sensation. Her throat stretched, her hands trembling from how wide her jaw was open around him. But her fingers tightened around his thighs like an anchor.

She wanted to choke on this sin.

She wanted it to leave a mark.

Allen finally pulled her off, slowly — inch by inch, watching her lips cling to him like they couldn’t let go. When she reached the tip, gasping for air, her lips were red and swollen, her eyes glassy.

She looked wrecked.

And she smiled.

“You’re… a monster,” she whispered.

Allen leaned down.

“I’m your Emperor.”

And he kissed her.

Fierce. Hungry. Tasting himself on her lips. His tongue claimed her mouth the same way he’d claimed her throat — with control. With devotion twisted into dominance.

Bella, panting, moaning, tried to climb into his lap again, but he caught her mid-movement — gripping her by the waist with the same hand that had ruined her just a minute ago.

“You think I forgot about you?” he said, turning toward her now, eyes gleaming.

Bella’s thighs quivered. Her breath stuttered.

“You’re going to make me say it again?” she whispered, flushed and needy.

Allen didn’t answer.

He just grabbed her hips, dragged her closer, and lifted her — like she weighed nothing — like she belonged to him.

Because she did.

Alice watched, lips parted, hands braced on his thighs. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, her eyes dazed with lust and awe.

She loved seeing this side of him.

This side that commanded.

That bent goddesses to their knees and made them thank him for it.

Bella kissed him again — open-mouthed, wild. Her hands tangled in his hair. Her thighs wrapped around him like she needed to fuse with his shadow. Her voice came out in shivers.

“You’re not allowed to stop,” she whispered.

Allen kissed her throat.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

His fingers trailed down her spine.

Alice, breathless, leaned forward again, licking the side of his shaft — worshipping what had just claimed her mouth.

“Can I taste again?” she asked, lips brushing the base of him.

Allen tilted his head, dragging his fingers along Bella’s trembling back.

“Only if you beg.”

Alice grinned. A wicked, breathless thing.

“Allen,” she whispered, mouth parting. “Please.”

She never begged. Not for real. She teased, she tempted, she ruled through wit and games. But now—now her lips were parted, her throat dry, her pulse pounding so loud she could feel it in her fingertips.

And she wanted him.

No… she needed him.

The moment Allen shifted his attention—truly shifted—her heart gave a lurch she didn’t expect. His gaze locked with hers, that dangerous gleam in his eyes like he’d finally decided to stop playing prince and start acting like the emperor he was.

And it wrecked her.

He didn’t speak. He just stood, the aura of command still clinging to him like a storm not yet spent, and reached for her. His fingers curled around her chin as he leaned down, that mouth—that mouth—ghosting over hers.

“You’re sure?” he murmured, barely audible.

Alice nodded. “Take me.”

She didn’t mean lightly.

She meant fully.

He kissed her then—hot, deep, and hungry. Her legs wrapped around his waist before she even realized it. The crypt spun around her, torches flickering like they, too, were held breathless by what was about to happen.

He didn’t take her right there on the throne. No, Allen carried her.

His steps were slow. Commanding. As if declaring to every shadow, every cursed chain hanging from the ceiling.

He laid her down near the table.

Allen stood above her.

Naked in body. Unleashed in presence.