From Trash to Demon Lord: I Can Turn Heroines Into Villainesses

Chapter 98: The Ice Princess’s Fantasy... [+18]

Shadows stretched across the second floor of the abandoned church beneath the dim moonlight filtering through the shattered windows.

Nox moved forward silently, every step carefully measured as he climbed the spiral staircase.

The distant sound of impacts echoing from the library had put him on alert.

Something...

Or someone...

Was there.

He summoned the Demonic Dual Knives into his hands.

His heart pounded against his chest, but his mind remained calm.

’If Dawn is in trouble, I can’t fail her.’

He knew the princess was inside the library.

Perhaps she had been ambushed while searching through the books.

He climbed the remaining steps at an agonizingly slow pace, holding his breath.

Then a different sound broke the silence.

A soft, broken moan filled with desperate need.

A woman’s voice he recognized instantly.

He cautiously peeked through the half-open doorway.

What he saw left him frozen.

Dawn was leaning against one of the tall wooden bookshelves, several books scattered chaotically across the floor at her feet.

The air around her was filled with frost. Her ice powers had lightly frozen the floor and the nearby shelves, creating an aura of cold that sharply contrasted with the unmistakable heat radiating from her body.

One of the princess’s hands had slipped beneath her skirt, moving with urgent rhythm, while the other kneaded one of her breasts over the torn fabric of her blouse.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and broken whispers escaped from her parted lips.

"Nox... ah... Nox..."

Hearing his name spoken with such urgency and desire made something instantly harden beneath Nox’s pants.

Heat climbed treacherously up the back of his neck.

’Damn... this wasn’t an ambush.’

He quietly tried to back away, dismissing the Demonic Dual Knives into wisps of shadow, but the dizziness and exhaustion weighing on him betrayed him.

His shoulder bumped into the wall with a dull yet unmistakable thud.

The cold intensified immediately as an icy gust brushed against his skin.

"Don’t be a peeping Tom."

Dawn’s voice rang out again, clearer now and carrying a playful tone.

"Come keep me company, Nox."

Nox slowly turned toward her, his face slightly flushed.

"I didn’t see anything."

He lied, struggling to maintain his composure.

Dawn let out a low, sultry laugh as she stepped out from between the bookshelves.

Her white hair fell messily over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Don’t lie to me. I know you’re always looking at me. My legs... my cleavage..."

With a deliberate motion, she lowered her blouse even farther, exposing one of her perfect breasts, firm and crowned by a nipple hardened by both the cold and her arousal.

"Don’t you want to touch it?"

Nox felt his self-control beginning to crack.

A slow smile spread across his lips as he stepped closer.

Dawn reached out and ran her hand over the front of his pants, feeling his obvious hardness.

"Looks like you came prepared."

she murmured in a husky voice, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Without another word, Nox summoned his black chains from the shadows beneath the floor.

The dark links emerged within seconds, wrapping firmly around Dawn’s arms and legs.

The princess was pinned against the bookshelf, her arms restrained above her head and her legs held slightly apart.

Instead of fear, a moan of pure excitement escaped her throat.

She looked at him with a playful smile, biting her lower lip.

"I can’t lie to you, Dawn."

Nox said as he stepped forward until their bodies were nearly touching.

"Ever since that day in the abandoned tavern... you’ve captivated me."

The princess stuck out her tongue, trying to brush it against the demon’s neck in a teasing gesture.

Nox tilted his head and kissed the exposed skin of her neck, gently biting her pale flesh.

His chains responded to his will, spreading Dawn’s legs even farther and lifting her skirt slightly.

The cold around them intensified, but Nox felt only the scorching warmth radiating from her skin.

"Don’t make me wait any longer... put it in."

Dawn pleaded between moans, arching her back.

Nox didn’t hesitate.

He quickly lowered his pants, freeing his erect member.

He lifted Dawn’s skirt completely and brushed her most intimate place with the tip, feeling the warm moisture that contrasted with the ice surrounding them.

The princess trembled with anticipation.

With one slow but firm motion, Nox entered her.

Dawn released a long, deep moan as he filled her completely.

"Harder... do me harder."

she demanded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Nox wrapped one hand around her neck, staring directly into her eyes as he began thrusting deeper and harder with every movement.

The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the abandoned library, mixing with Dawn’s uncontrollable moans.

Nox covered her mouth with his other hand, muffling the sounds while continuing to drive into her without mercy.

Dawn’s eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure.

Her body tightened around him, the cold from her powers leaving patterns of frost across the wood surrounding them, while the heat between them only intensified.

Nox could feel his climax approaching rapidly.

With a growl, Nox climaxed inside her, filling her completely with his hot seed.

Dawn convulsed through her own orgasm, her inner muscles clenching tightly around him.

The black chains disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared.

Dawn collapsed to her knees, completely drenched, with thin trails of Nox’s release slipping between her thighs.

She breathed heavily, but a satisfied smile lit up her face.

"I’ve been waiting for this for a long time..."

she murmured, looking up at him from below.

Nox smiled, still catching his breath, then knelt in front of her and helped her back to her feet.

"Looks like we’re not so different when it comes to what we want."

he said, gently running a hand through her white hair.

The silence of the abandoned church embraced them once again, broken only by their ragged breathing.

The frost around them slowly began to melt.

Dawn rested against his chest, tracing the dark markings on Nox’s skin with one finger.