Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 331- In a Bit Hurry to Claim More of the Holes
The headboard found the wall harder.
The sound was full, rhythmic, and insistent — the tempo of the fucking traveling through the bed frame to the wall with the flat, honest noise of something real happening here.
Veronica’s mouth found his neck.
Her lips nibbled warmly against the side of his neck — working the warm skin there with the attentive presence of a woman who was not competing but was definitely making sure he knew she was right there with him.
Her thighs rubbed against the backs of his, the warm smooth feel of her inner thighs adding extra friction to friction.
"Now," she said.
The words were quiet and close, spoken right into the side of his neck just for him.
"Who’s your next target?"
Below them — still crying, still moaning, still being worked thoroughly into the sheets with her ass high in the air and her face hidden in the pillow while her hips betrayed her completely — Frau Müller kept producing the ongoing, honest, unmanaged sounds of a woman receiving something large.
PAH PAH PAH. The bed. The wall. The sound.
His hips drove forward.
They moved with the full deciding force of the pace he had now settled into with Veronica’s weight helping him, the combined accelerating motion of two bodies working together toward the same result.
"AAAHN~!! NGH~!! PLEASE—!! PLEASE — SOMETHING — INSIDE — PLEASE—!!"
The please had changed its meaning.
It was no longer the stop-please from the beginning. This was the other please. The kind that arrives when the stop-please has lost all sincerity and the body has changed its mind.
PAH PAH PAH PAH.
She was crying and the crying carried the sound of everything at once — the pain, the sensation, the heat building deep inside her passage, and the feeling of him reaching places that spoke to her nervous system in ways she had never had words for before.
He looked forward.
He was not looking at the back of her head or the pillow. His gaze went forward at ceiling level, considering and calculating, the mind that never stopped running.
Veronica waited.
Her lips were at his ear now. They felt warm and present, clearly waiting for his answer.
He thrust.
PAH PAAH.
"AAAHH~!! HIEKK~!!"
"Just going to," he said.
His voice stayed warm, easy, and conversational — the tone of a man having a normal talk while he drove his cock into a woman’s ass at full pace with a second woman pressed against his back helping him do it.
"Cuck a tight pussy holding wooden swords in Osaka."
Veronica’s eyes curved into a smile.
It was warm and full, the knowing look that said she had expected exactly this.
Below them, Frau Müller had stopped tracking any conversation.
She was completely occupied.
Her hands — both of them — reached backward with full desperate need. They found his thighs and her fingers curled around them with the grip of someone who had stopped protesting and was now simply holding on.
PAH PAH PAH PAAH.
"AAANNHH~!! NGH~!! AAH~!! I — I CAN’T—!! RAVEN—!!"
His name.
It was the first time she had said his name in this room.
It was not a protest. It was not a plea. It was the involuntary sound of her body calling his name at the height of a stroke because it was the only word that fit.
He felt her passage grip him hard.
It was the full, involuntary sign that she was close — the anal passage responding to the building sensation with strong clenching and pressing, the walls that had been worked into a state of having opinions and were now voicing them clearly.
His pace held steady.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH.
The bed shook.
Veronica kept her palms flat against his abs and pushed hard on every stroke.
The sounds of the room — the headboard, the flesh, the crying, the moaning, the steady rhythm — all built together with the clear direction of one ongoing, unavoidable event.
"RAVEN—!! AAH~!! RAVEN I—!! SOMETHING—!! SOMETHING IS—!!"
He slammed home.
It was the full, final, buried-to-the-root push with both hands locked on her hips — pressing forward with complete finality and delivering everything he had into the interior he had spent the last several minutes claiming.
The heat.
It flooded her with full interior warmth — the pump of his seed going deep and direct into her anal passage with the hot, filling sensation she had never had any model for and was now experiencing only through a nervous system that reported everything at maximum volume.
"WAAAAHH—!!"
She came apart.
It was total and carried everything at once — the orgasm arriving from a place she had never known could produce one, her anal passage clenching and milking his cock with helpless force because the walls had found the right frequency and were responding completely. Her pussy below, untouched and dripping, clenched in full sympathy, both places reacting together.
Her thighs shook.
Her arms shook.
The grip on his thighs went white-knuckle tight, then released completely, then returned white again with the rhythmic aftershock waves of a body in the final stages of losing everything it had been holding.
Veronica pressed her face into the back of his shoulder.
Her arms stayed around him from behind.
Her hips grew still.
The room — warm, thoroughly used, and filled with soaked sheets — settled into the sound of three people breathing.
PAH.
It was the single, last, gentle thrust of his hips finding her one more time.
She made no sound.
She had no sound left.
She lay flat slowly as he withdrew with the slow, releasing motion of departure — the passage closing behind him with warm, tight return to its prior shape while still carrying the new, warm, filled feeling of what he had left inside.
She lay on her face.
Both hands rested flat at her sides.
Her ass stayed slightly raised for a moment with the body memory of the position, then slowly lowered to the sheets as the muscles finally released.
She breathed.
Each breath was the rebuilding kind, full and careful, finding herself again — every breath a little slower, a little more organized, a little more like a woman who had been taken completely apart and was now beginning, carefully, to locate all the pieces.
Veronica slid off his back.
She settled warmly beside him on the bed — her red hair spreading loose across the pillow with the finally-resting motion of crimson going everywhere. Her eyes found the ceiling.
She looked warm and satisfied, the clear sign that something had gone exactly right, lying there with both arms at her sides and her chest rising and falling in steady, pleased rhythm.
She turned her head.
She looked at Frau Müller.
Dark hair lay across the pillow. Her face was half-turned toward the sheets, tear-tracked and flushed from hairline to collarbone, jaw completely loose. Her heavy breasts pressed into the mattress with warm, squashed rest. The thick, wide hips and soft belly showed the whole generous, abundant shape of a woman who had spent thirty-one years with nobody touching her and had now been touched thoroughly.
Veronica looked at Raven.
He was sitting up.
He looked easy and settled, running one hand through his hair in a single unhurried motion after everything. His cock was still warm and heavy, carrying the clear evidence of the whole evening. His eyes moved across the room with the same calculating, noting look they always had.
Fifteen days.
The math kept running quietly in the background of everything, exactly the way it always did.
"Umh... Can you not leave now?" Veronica’s words came out as if she sensed what he was thinking, and they made the other woman tremble as she also raised her head, clearly not wanting to see him leave.
She just blinked, looking at him with both holes still filled as he smiled, placing his hand on the boobs of both women, making them softly moan.
"Ahnn... mmhh..."
"I promise to milk these bouncy tits regularly, but for now... I have less time and many women to fuck. For a few hours, I would love it if you both can suck off my cock," he said, pinching their nipples, seeing them twitch with their eyes widening, their exhausted bodies slowly rising like awakening from the dead.
Their mouths moved towards his cock, tongues coming out while looking at both of them with a smirk. He added, "As I need a healthy erect cock in the morning to deflower a cunt."
