Exiled Villainess: They Threw Me Out, Now Every Beastman Wants Me
Chapter 30: Soft Enough to Ruin Him (18+)

Chapter 30: Soft Enough to Ruin Him (18+)

She had positioned herself right in front of him, bare and dripping, close enough that the heat coming off his body was making the water between them feel like a warm bath. His cock was right there, thick and hard and straining beneath the surface like it was trying to announce itself to the entire lake.

And Xavi wasn’t doing a damn thing about it.

He just stood there staring at her.

’Touch me, you handsome idiot.’

Nothing.

’Are you serious right now?’

Tera had taken her clothes off. She had walked into freezing water. She was standing in front of him with everything on display, and had just spent several minutes rubbing herself against his back like a cat in heat. Yet this beast man was giving her the same energy as a museum visitor admiring a painting from behind a velvet rope.

A petty, competitive heat flared up in her chest. Fine. If he wasn’t going to make a move, she was going to make him lose his mind until he had no choice.

Tera lifted the damp cloth and pressed it against his chest.

Tera wiped the cloth across Xavi’s chest in slow, firm strokes, feeling the hard muscle shift under the damp hide. His skin was hot now, almost feverish against the cool water. Every pass of the cloth made his cock twitch beneath the surface, the thick length rising higher until the flushed head broke the water for a moment before sinking again.

A spike of satisfaction filled Tera at his reaction. She didn’t understand why he was holding himself back.

’Good. Suffer.’

She finished the last stroke across his collarbone, then let the cloth trail downward. Instead of continuing on him, she brought it to her own chest.

"I haven’t washed myself yet either," she murmured, voice soft and almost coy.

The same cloth she had just been using on his chest was now on her own.

Tera pressed the damp hide to the upper curve of her left breast and dragged it slowly across the soft swell. The rough texture scraped lightly over her already sensitive nipple, causing her to gasp.

She hadn’t expected the texture to feel good. She did it again, slower, watching the cloth move over her own flushed skin.

She glanced down at herself as she wiped, watching the cloth press and release against the curves of her own body. The visual mixed with the sensation, and a warm, liquid pulse settled between her thighs.

She switched to the other breast, letting out a soft, shaky exhale as the cloth grazed that nipple too.

This had started as a tease, but Tera was beginning to tease herself.

She was so focused on the sensation that she almost forgot Xavi was there.

From Xavi’s side, the sight was almost too much.

She was washing herself in front of him, and the sight was dismantling every thought in his head.

The supple weight of her breasts moved with every pass of her hand.

He watched the way her skin flushed a deeper shade as the cloth dragged over her nipples. The stiffened peaks caught the rough texture each time, and each time her body gave a small shudder that made his cock jerk hard beneath the water.

The twitch was violent enough that he felt the pulse of it travel from the base of his shaft up into his stomach.

He was in trouble.

But she looked small and frailer than when he had first seen her in the den. Her ribs were nearly more visible now. They hadn’t found proper food yet, and although she had managed to survive on the sparse fruits they had found on the journey, it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t sure she would have the stamina for what he wanted to do to her.

But he still wanted her.

Her hands moved across her own body, and every curve, every line, every soft shift of skin was pulling at something deep and primal inside him.

He wanted to bury his face in those breasts. He wanted to feel the give of her flesh against his mouth, bite down on the tender skin, and hear the sound she would make.

He wanted to fill her with his seed and watch her belly grow round with his pup.

But he also wanted to wrap her in his fur and carry her somewhere safe and stuff her with so much food until her body stopped looking like it might break if he held her too tightly.

The conflicting desires warred in his chest, and he did not know which one to follow.

His cock was so rigid it hurt. Every stroke of that cloth across her skin sent a fresh pulse of need through him, and he could feel himself throbbing beneath the water, desperate for her.

She was using the same cloth she had used on him. His scent was on it. She was rubbing his scent onto her own skin, and some primal, possessive part of him nearly broke through his control at the realization.

Tera’s body was humming.

What had started as a performance had turned into something she was struggling to control. Every pass of the cloth across her breasts sent another ripple of sensation downward, pooling hot and heavy between her legs.

Her free hand drifted to her waist, then lower, almost without thinking. Her fingers hovered just below her navel, trembling slightly.

She wanted to touch herself. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and the man standing two feet away from her was doing absolutely nothing about it despite being rock-hard and clearly losing his mind.

"I will wash you too."

Xavi’s voice came out rough, like the words had been dragged across gravel before leaving his throat.

Tera looked up at him, and the breath left her lungs.

The careful restraint in his eyes was fracturing.

She held out the cloth without a word. Her hand was shaking slightly, and she hoped he didn’t notice.

He took it.

His free hand settled on her waist.

His palm was so warm and large that it spanned the entire curve of her side. His thumb rested just below her ribs, and she could feel the gentle pressure of it like a brand against her skin. The heat of his touch travelled through her body in slow, spreading waves, melting the last of the cold from her bones.

His strokes were firmer than hers, and Tera felt herself leaning into his touch without meaning to.

Then his thumb slipped.

It slid off the edge of the cloth and grazed directly across her bare nipple, the rough pad of his thumb pressing the stiffened peak inward before dragging across it.

The sensation was so sharp and direct compared to the muted friction of the cloth that Tera gasped, her hand slipping to his forearm.

Xavi froze.

Then, slowly, he did it again. Deliberately this time. His thumb circled her nipple with a careful, pressing motion, watching the way the flesh yielded beneath his touch.

The cloth slipped from his other hand and floated away on the surface of the water.

He had forgotten about it completely now.

His bare palm replaced the hide, cupping her breast fully. The feeling of his rough, warm hand against her skin was so overwhelmingly different from the cloth that Tera’s back arched involuntarily, pressing more of herself into his grip.

Xavi’s hands trembled.

"I will use my hands," he whispered. "They are better than cloth."