Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 330- Veronica’s Help
His voice stayed warm and quiet. It was close.
"Your pussy—" He pressed forward just a little. It was only the beginning, the first slight pressure that made his intention clear. "—and your anal—" He increased the pressure slightly again. "—to my taste."
"You are vulgar," she said.
The words were muffled into the pillow. They sounded like she was saying them straight into fabric.
He drove forward.
PAH.
It was not slow. It was not patient. It was one full, committed thrust that had decided the first entry would be complete and was making it happen. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
"AAAAAAHHHHHH—!!"
The scream tore out of the pillow with everything she had.
It was completely uncontained. The pillow gave no help at all with the sound. It filled the room with the raw, stripped, real sound of pain she had not been prepared for the way she thought she would be.
Her hands tore at the sheets.
Both fists gripped different sections of fabric with white-knuckle force, pulling hard because her body had just received something enormous and needed something to hold onto.
"IT HURTS—" Her voice was already broken. "IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS—"
Five inches.
Five inches of his nine-inch cock were now lodged inside the interior passage of an ass that had never been opened before, telling it completely and without question what being opened actually meant.
The passage tore just a little. Not badly. It was warm and stretched, yielding the way tissue meant for something else yields when someone has decided it can handle more.
Her tears.
They ran from her face straight into the pillow. They were hot and real pain tears — not the overwhelmed kind from earlier. These were the sharp, specific tears that come when something is simply too large for the place it is being forced into.
"PLEASE—!! PLEASE IT’S TOO BIG—!! PLEASE STOP—!!"
He slapped her ass.
His palm connected with the thick, soft, wide right cheek in a full, flat, cracking smack.
SMACK.
The sound rang loud and clear in the room.
A ripple moved through her ass cheek — warm and jiggling, the full-flesh response of significant softness taking an impact and sending waves outward from the point of contact.
"That’s what horses do," he said.
His voice stayed warm and unbothered.
"Before they let someone ride them."
She made a sound that was not a word.
It was broken and carried the full feeling of having just been slapped while in this position.
His hands found her waist.
Both hands closed on her hips with the firm grip of a man who had located the perfect handles and was using them.
He slammed.
It was one single, brutal push that finished the job — the remaining four inches driving through in one committed motion, the passage yielding completely under the force, weight, and decision behind it. His hips met the full, soft, wide cushion of her ass with the loud cracking sound of flesh meeting flesh in complete arrival.
PAH.
"WAAAAAAHH—!!"
The scream sounded different from the first entry scream.
It was total and carried everything at once, the sound of a passage that had just taken nine full inches of cock at the same moment it realized this was now completely done. Her back arched hard. Her face came out of the pillow on its own — she had not decided to lift it, the arch of her spine simply pulled her head back because her body was reacting to something that had reached the deepest interior places.
Her ass cheeks.
They were full, wide, heavy, and soft against his hips — clapping warmly with each impact, the ripple moving outward through both cheeks in the full jiggling pendulum motion of significant mass taking a significant hit.
He began to move.
The motion started slow and initial, settling into rhythm — nothing like the cracking pace of the entry, just the careful finding of pace in the first few strokes while he felt the passage, felt how tight it was, felt the interior of a place that had never experienced this and was now being shown exactly what this meant.
PAH. PAH. PAH.
"NNGGH~!! AAAHN~!! IT — IT STILL—!!"
"HURTS—!!" The words broke apart between the strokes. "IT STILL—!! EVERY TIME—!! RAVEN—!! PLEASE—!!"
His cock worked deep inside her ass with full, deep, interior strokes. It produced specific meaty, wet, tight sounds, the slick motion building into a steady, rhythmic pace that was finding itself.
Her boobs.
They pressed against the sheets below her — flattened under her chest with warm, squashed weight, the considerable mass of breasts belonging to a woman who was face-down in a pillow while being fucked from behind. They still jiggled with the rhythm — pressed into the sheets but responding, trembling and vibrating because of the repeated impact from above and behind.
Her tears.
They kept running. They were warm and continuous — not stopping, not getting smaller, the honest sign of a body that was in pain and was also doing the other thing at the same time. Both things existed together. The crying continued while her hips, without any input from her, began to work back against him.
Slowly.
The motion started small and initial, something she had not decided on. Her hips began to rock back, not away from him. It was the small, needing-more roll of hips pressing back into his strokes with the trained, sure direction that had already been established by everything that had happened before this.
PAH PAH.
"AAAHN~!! NGH~!! IT HURTS — WHY DOES IT FEEL—"
The sentence did not finish.
It could not finish because the end of it was not a word she would ever say out loud, yet her body was saying it anyway by the way her hips kept pressing back into every stroke.
The bed.
It was shaking. The full frame-moving motion of all four legs told the floor beneath that something with real momentum was happening on top of it. The headboard met the wall with a rhythmic, low, measured sound of wood against plaster that matched the tempo of the fucking.
Then — weight.
Veronica.
She had been watching the whole time.
She had lain on her side with her head in her hand, paying full attention while this man worked his cock into the ass of the woman she had brought here — watching the tears, watching the shaking, watching the hips that had stopped arguing and started moving back.
She rose.
The motion was smooth and decided. She crossed to the bed. She climbed onto it behind him.
Her body settled against his back.
It pressed warm and full, front against back — her breasts against his shoulder blades, pink nipples against his skin, her belly against the small of his back, her hips finding his rhythm and joining it.
Her arms went around his waist.
They encircled him completely — her hands finding his abdomen from the front, feeling the abs work with every thrust, her palms flat against the ridges.
She pressed.
Her hips moved with his. She was not fucking — she was supporting. Her hips pressed into his from behind on each forward stroke, her weight adding to the momentum with the warm, secondary push that helped him go faster and harder.
PAH PAH PAH PAH.
The speed changed.
It carried more weight behind it now that she was helping — each thrust now had the combined momentum of two bodies’ hips, her forward press adding to his, delivering more force to the woman below than his hips could have managed alone.
"AAANNHH~!! HIIEEK~!! NGH~!! AAAHN~!!"
