Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 679: Having Sex With Mother Of Mo Yin



In the dark, lavish chambers of Mo Yin's palace, the night was far from over. Wang Jian, having thoroughly indulged in the pleasures of Mo Yin and her sisters, found his attention now drawn to the alluring figure of Mo Jing, the matriarch of the devil race. Mo Jing's presence was commanding, her mature beauty a testament to her years of experience and her role as the head of her family. Her voluptuous body, draped in luxurious silks that barely concealed her curves, was a sight that stirred Wang Jian's most primal desires.

As the others retreated, leaving the room to Wang Jian and Mo Jing, an electric tension filled the air. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the chamber, highlighting the soft curves of Mo Jing's form as she moved closer to Wang Jian. Her eyes, filled with a knowing wisdom and deep-seated desire, met his, and a slow, sultry smile spread across her lips.

"Wang Jian," Mo Jing's voice was a low, husky whisper, dripping with seduction. "You've already had my daughters, and now, you want their mother too?"

Wang Jian smirked, his gaze raking over her voluptuous figure. "Why settle for less when the best is still waiting for me?"

Mo Jing chuckled, the sound rich and velvety, resonating with a confidence that came from years of mastering her craft. She was no stranger to the games of power and pleasure, and she knew exactly how to ensnare a man like Wang Jian. Stepping even closer, she placed a hand on his chest, her touch sending a ripple of anticipation through him.

"You think you can handle me, Wang Jian?" she teased, her voice like silk as she pressed her body against his.

Wang Jian's eyes darkened with desire, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. "I know I can," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "And by the time this night is over, you'll know it too."

With a swift motion, Wang Jian spun Mo Jing around, pinning her against the bed. The shift in power was palpable, the matriarch momentarily caught off guard by the sheer intensity of Wang Jian's actions. But her surprise quickly melted into a throaty laugh, her body already responding to his touch.

"Such confidence," Mo Jing murmured, her breath hitching as Wang Jian's hands began exploring her body. "But actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

Wang Jian didn't bother with a reply; instead, he let his hands do the talking. His fingers deftly unfastened the silken robe that clung to Mo Jing's curves, revealing the full splendor of her mature beauty. Her skin was smooth and supple, a testament to her demonic heritage, and her ample breasts, now free from the constraints of her clothing, were a sight that made Wang Jian's mouth water with desire.

He wasted no time, his lips descending on her soft skin, kissing and biting with a fervor that sent shivers down Mo Jing's spine. Her moans filled the room as Wang Jian's mouth moved over her breasts, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples before he took one into his mouth, sucking deeply. Mo Jing's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back, offering more of herself to him.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice laced with pleasure. "That's it... don't stop..."

Wang Jian's hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping between her thighs. He found her already wet, her body eager for what was to come. His fingers teased her slick folds, drawing more moans from her lips as he played with her, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy before pulling back just enough to keep her wanting more.

"You're already so wet for me," Wang Jian murmured against her skin, his voice low and rough. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

Mo Jing's response was a throaty moan, her hips rocking against his hand as she sought more of his touch. "Yes... I've wanted this for so long..."

Wang Jian's smirk widened as he finally gave her what she craved. His fingers plunged into her wet heat, pumping in and out with a relentless rhythm that had Mo Jing crying out in pleasure. Her body bucked against his hand, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the wave of sensation he was building inside her.

"You like that, don't you?" Wang Jian growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction as he watched the matriarch of the devil race come undone beneath his touch. "You're mine now, Mo Jing... every part of you belongs to me..."

Mo Jing's only response was a breathless moan as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her body trembling with the force of her climax. Wang Jian watched her with a satisfied grin, his hand slowing as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm.

But he wasn't done with her yet.

As Mo Jing lay beneath him, her chest heaving with breathless pants, Wang Jian moved to position himself between her legs. His own desire was at a fever pitch, his cock hard and aching as he lined himself up with her slick entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, drawing a loud cry of pleasure from Mo Jing's lips.

"Fuck, you're tight," Wang Jian groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. The tight heat of her body surrounded him, driving him to thrust harder, deeper, each stroke drawing another moan from Mo Jing's parted lips.

Mo Jing's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer as she matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his. "Yes... fuck me... take me..." she urged, her voice filled with raw need.

Wang Jian was more than happy to oblige. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that had the bed creaking beneath them. His hands roamed over her body, groping her breasts, squeezing her ass, his touch rough and possessive as he claimed every inch of her.

"Tell me you're mine," Wang Jian demanded, his voice low and commanding as he pounded into her.

"I'm yours... all yours..." Mo Jing gasped, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him. "Fuck... don't stop... please, don't stop..."

Her words spurred Wang Jian on, his thrusts growing even more powerful as he drove himself deeper inside her. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, mixed with Mo Jing's moans and the creaking of the bed, filled the room. The heady scent of sex hung in the air, adding to the intensity of the moment.

As Wang Jian fucked Mo Jing, he could feel her body tightening around him, the telltale signs of her approaching climax. He reached down, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight circles, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Mo Jing," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

Mo Jing's response was immediate. With a cry of pure pleasure, she came hard, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Wang Jian could feel her inner walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.

The sensation was too much for him to resist. With a deep, guttural groan, Wang Jian thrust

into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm tore through him. He could feel himself pulsing inside her, his hot seed filling her up as he claimed her body as his

own.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathing as they both came down from their highs. Wang Jian slowly pulled out of her, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickled out of her and onto the sheets below.

Mo Jing lay back on the bed, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Her eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Wang Jian.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.

Wang Jian smirked, feeling a sense of pride at having satisfied her so thoroughly. "I told you I

could handle you."

Mo Jing chuckled softly, her eyes closing as she let herself relax. "You certainly did, my

lord..."

Wang Jian watched her for a moment, his own body still buzzing with the afterglow of their encounter. But as he stood up, his thoughts began to drift back to the larger picture. Mo Jing had been a delightful distraction, but there were still more important matters at hand. The balance of power in the cosmos was shifting, and Wang Jian needed to be prepared for whatever came next.

As he dressed, Wang Jian cast one last look at Mo Jing's sleeping form. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he turned and left the room, his mind already planning his next moves.

There was much to do, and Wang Jian intended to be ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. But for now, he allowed himself to savor the victory of the night, knowing that he had thoroughly conquered yet another powerful beauty.

And as he walked through the corridors of Mo Yin's palace, Wang Jian couldn't help but think

about the other conquests that awaited him in the cosmos. The night was far from over, and there were still plenty of pleasures to indulge in.

After all, Wang Jian was a man who always took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted it

all.