Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 102 - Getting Hana Tied for a Sex Fest
Raven’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
Behind him, on the bed, Veronica had finished her task.
Hana’s thick body was now bound in an elaborate web of red silk rope.
Her massive tits were tied separately, the rope wrapped around their bases until they bulged obscenely, turning darker from restricted blood flow.
Her nipples—still with vibrators attached—jutted out like little beacons.
More rope crisscrossed her stomach, framed her thick thighs, and bound her wrists above her head to the headboard.
She was a work of perverted art. A feast waiting to be devoured. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
But not yet.
Veronica stood beside the bed, chest heaving, watching with hungry eyes as Raven positioned himself behind Priya.
Sophia and Clara had finally released his cock. They knelt on the floor, faces flushed, lips swollen, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination.
Raven placed the head of his cock against Priya’s entrance.
The size difference was comical. Obscene. His thick cockhead completely covered her small opening, looking far too big to fit.
Priya felt it and panicked.
"Wait—!" She tried to look over her shoulder, hair wild, eyes desperate. "You’re too thick—please—it won’t fit—just give me a moment—"
Raven grabbed her hips with both hands.
Aligned himself.
Looked down at Veronica—who had paused mid-adjustment of Hana’s bonds to stare at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"What?" he asked mildly, noticing her expression. "Why do you look so surprised?"
Veronica’s mouth opened. Closed. Her gaze dropped to his cock—all nine thick inches of it pressed against Priya’s virgin entrance.
"Your cock..." Her voice was hoarse. "It was seven inches when I measured before. How is it—"
Raven’s smile was wicked. Dangerous.
"You’ll find out why you’re last," he said softly. "A bitch like you needs at least twelve inches to truly break."
Veronica’s pupils dilated.
Her hand pressed between her own legs through her dress.
And then Raven thrust.
SMACK!
His cock punched through Priya’s hymen like it was tissue paper.
Nine inches of thick, throbbing meat stuffed into a virgin pussy that had never held anything larger than a finger.
Priya’s entire body went rigid.
Her back arched so severely her spine looked like it might snap. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed.
Then sound returned.
"AAAAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
The scream was primal. Animalistic. Pure shock and overwhelming sensation compressed into a single, piercing wail.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice around the invading cock. Stretched impossibly wide. The walls fluttered and spasmed, trying to adjust, failing, sending conflicting signals of pain and pleasure that made her brain short-circuit.
Raven looked down.
A thin trickle of blood ran down his shaft. Just a little. Barely noticeable against the mix of precum and her arousal. But it was there.
Proof.
"As I guessed," he said conversationally, like he wasn’t buried balls-deep in a crying woman. "You were saving yourself."
He pulled back.
Slowly.
Every inch of withdrawal made Priya whimper. Her pussy tried to hold him, clenching desperately, but he was too strong. Too thick. Too much.
Then he slammed back in.
PAH!
"HNNNGGGHHHH!!!"
Priya’s cry was broken. Shattered. Her body jolted forward from the impact, tits bouncing beneath her, the bed creaking under the force.
Sophia and Clara stared in stunned silence from the floor.
"Wait—" Sophia’s voice was barely a whisper. "She’s a virgin? But didn’t Priya always tell us she’d slept with tons of men?"
Clara nodded slowly, unable to look away from where Raven’s cock stretched Priya’s pussy to its absolute limit. "She... she lied to us?"
Another thrust.
PAH!
"OOOUNNGGGHH!!!"
Priya’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. Saliva dripped onto the sheets. Her eyes had rolled back so far they hadn’t come forward yet.
Raven established a rhythm.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
Each thrust made her body jolt. Made the bed shake. Made wet, obscene sounds as his cock pistoned in and out of her destroyed pussy.
"Hnngh~! Aahh~! Nnngh~!"
Her moans came in time with his thrusts. Broken. Desperate. A mix of pain and reluctant pleasure that made her hate herself even as her body responded.
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her red hair. Yanked her head back, arching her spine even more.
"EEEK!!!"
His other hand reached around and grabbed her tit through her bra. Squeezed. Then, with casual brutality, he tore the fabric away.
Her breast spilled free—soft, pale, topped with a tight pink nipple that was diamond-hard from arousal.
He groped it roughly. Used it like a handle. Pulled her body back onto his cock with each thrust while simultaneously driving forward.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"HNGH~!! MMPH~!! AAAHHH~!!"
The pace increased.
Faster.
Harder.
His hips were a blur. Each impact made her ass ripple. Made her whole body jiggle. The wet sounds grew louder—’squelch squelch squelch’—mixing with her incoherent cries.
Raven leaned down, bringing his mouth to her ear while never breaking his punishing rhythm.
His breath was hot against her skin.
"Your pussy," he growled, each word punctuated by a thrust, "is worth destroying."
PAH!
"HNGGGHHHH!!!"
Priya came.
Not gently. Not softly.
She came like a bomb going off. Her pussy clamped down so hard it almost hurt. Her whole body convulsed, seized by orgasm so intense she couldn’t even scream properly—just made broken, choking sounds as her eyes rolled back and her mind went completely white.
Her virgin blood mixed with the gush of fluid that sprayed from her pussy around his still-thrusting cock. It ran down her thighs. Soaked the sheets beneath them. Pooled on the floor.
And Raven kept fucking her through it.
Pah! Pah! Pah!
"AAAHHH~! NOOOO~! TOO MUCH~!!"
Her protests were meaningless. Ignored.
On the bed, Hana stirred fully awake from the pheromones and sounds. Her thick body trembled in its bonds, and she moaned—a deep, needy sound—as she watched her Master destroy another woman.
Yuna’s eyes fluttered open nearby. Confused. Overwhelmed. But instantly aroused by the sight and smell.
Veronica stood frozen, one hand between her legs, openly masturbating through her dress as she watched.
And Sophia and Clara—still kneeling on the floor, still technically wives and professionals and normal women—found their hands sliding beneath their own clothes.
’Wh-why I feel my body hot?’
’My body is burning...’
