Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 135- Come here Elena
He pressed.
"AAAHHH~~~—"
The scream came out of her full and complete, no managing it, the specific note of something being opened that has not been opened this way, the head of his cock breaching her entrance with the same devastating pressure it always carried, her walls spreading around the girth of him.
Elena sat up.
"Stop—" She looked at Veronica’s face. At the expression on it. At her hands in the mud. "Raven, stop — what are you — she’s—"
"Shut up, Elena."
Veronica’s voice. Between her own gasping breaths. She turned her head slightly, her hair falling wild and mud-streaked around her face.
"Can’t you see my darling wants to fuck me."
"But you’re—"
"HNNG—AAAHH~!!"
Another inch.
Veronica’s arms trembled. Her head dropped between her shoulders. The vibrator inside her pussy pressed against the wall that separated it from his cock entering her from behind, the two pressures meeting in a way that made her whole body shudder.
"Mother-in-law—" Elena’s voice cracked. "Victor is right there — he’s watching—"
"Let him watch."
Veronica’s voice came out between shallow breaths, flat and total.
"He’s just a useless boy."
Elena stared at her.
Victor made a sound.
The words had landed in him the way a blade lands — not the impact of it, which is immediate, but the specific moment after when the body understands what just entered it. His mouth was open. His eyes were open — forced, exposed, unable to do anything but see. His hands were in the mud. His father’s coffin was three feet away.
His mother’s voice saying useless boy hung in the rain air over the cemetery.
"Mother—" The word came out of him like a wound opening. "How can you—you’re my—"
PAH.
Raven’s hips met Veronica’s ass.
Full depth.
"AAAANNNGHH~~~!!!"
The sound she made cracked through the cemetery air and bounced off the old stone markers.
Her arms gave — caught herself, knuckles white in the mud, her breasts swinging beneath her with the impact, hitting her own forearms before swinging back. The vibrator inside her buzzed against his cock through the interior wall.
"FUUU—" Her voice broke on the word. "TOO DEEP — it’s TOO—HNGH~!!"
PAH. PAH.
"AAHH~!! AAHH~!!"
He fucked her.
Not gently. Not the way he’d started Elena — that deliberate, establishing rhythm. This was immediate, full-stroked, his hips driving against her ass with a sound that was loud and wet and specific. Each impact jostled her entire body forward, her breasts swinging heavily beneath her, the flesh of them catching the rain, the nipples dragging against her forearms.
PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"HNGH~!! AAAHH~!! HIEKK~!!"
The mud churned under her knees. The rain ran down her spine. Her red hair was everywhere — plastered to her face, dragging through the mud, whipping sideways with each thrust.
Victor watched.
He couldn’t look away. Literally — the eyelids were gone, nothing to close, nothing to put between himself and what was in front of him. His eyes dried in the rain, and still he watched. His mother’s body rocking forward with each thrust, her ass meeting Raven’s hips with that sound, that sound—
PAH. PAH.
"AAAHH~!!♡ AAHH~!!♡"
Her voice. His mother’s voice. Making those sounds.
"I’ll kill you—" Victor’s voice was barely a voice anymore. A repetition. The thing his brain kept producing because it was the only sentence left. "I’ll kill you — I’ll kill you — I’ll kill you—"
Raven thrust.
PAAH.
"AAAHHH~~~!!♡♡"
He reached forward. His hand found Veronica’s hair — gripped — pulled her head back, arching her spine, her throat exposed to the rain, her breasts lifting with the angle and swaying as he held her there and drove into her.
"HNNGHH~!! AHH~!! YES—"
The word came out of her before she could stop it.
Yes.
Not a protest. Not a direction. Just — the raw assessment her body was making, honest and involuntary, yes, this, this specific thing, yes.
Victor’s repetition stopped.
His mouth stayed open. His eyes stayed open. He stared at his mother’s arched back, at the expression on her face — tilted up toward the grey sky, mouth open, rain running into it, her eyes half-closed and focused on nothing that was in this graveyard.
He started sobbing again.
The new kind. The kind past language.
PAH. PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"AAAHH~!! AAHH~!! HNGH~!! AAAAHHH~!!♡♡"
Raven pulled her upright.
Both arms around her from behind. Lifting — her knees clearing the mud, her feet dangling, his cock still buried in her ass as he stood and held her entire weight. Her thighs fell open. The vibrator slipped slightly with the shift of gravity and she cried out, her hands grabbing his forearms.
He walked.
Still inside her. Still moving, the small grinding thrust of maintaining position while moving, each step a micro-impact that made her gasp.
Three steps. Four.
He stopped directly above Victor.
Holding Veronica in the air — suspended, impaled, her body spread open above her son’s upturned face. Her thighs shaking. The vibrator visible at the entrance of her pussy, buzzing, her arousal running from around it in thin lines down her inner thighs and dripping.
Onto Victor’s face.
"HNGH~!!"
He thrust. Upward. Into her, in the air, his grip the only thing holding her weight.
"AAAHHH~~~!!♡"
PAH.
"HIEKK~!!♡♡"
PAH. PAH.
Her breasts bounced with each impact — heavy, full, the flesh of them shaking, the nipples swollen dark from the cold and the stimulation, the jiggle of them visible and total, her whole chest shaking with each upward thrust.
Victor felt the drops.
On his face. His forehead. Her arousal, the vibrator’s overflow, warm against his skin before the rain washed it away.
"STOP—" He was beyond coherent. "PLEASE — THAT’S MY MOTHER — SHE’S MY—"
PAH. PAAH.
"AAAAAHHH~~~!!!♡♡♡"
Veronica came.
Her entire body seized in the air — her spine going rigid, her thighs clamping together around nothing, her hands clawing at Raven’s forearms, the orgasm moving through her from the place where his cock filled her and the vibrator buzzed and the two sensations had been building toward each other for minutes.
"AAAAANNGHH~~~!!!"
Her pussy clenched around the vibrator and ejected it.
It fell onto Victor’s face.
Still buzzing.
Victor did not move.
Elena was on her feet.
She didn’t know when she’d gotten up. Her legs were trembling — had been since the third orgasm — and her dress was destroyed, the front of it hanging open, her feet bare and cold in the churned mud. She stood there and watched Veronica shaking in the air above Victor and felt something she couldn’t classify.
Raven lowered Veronica.
Set her on the ground. Not unkindly. His hands supporting her as her knees found the mud and her body processed what had just been done to it.
He pulled out.
The sound Veronica made at the withdrawal was quiet. Private. A small, involuntary noise from somewhere behind her composure.
He looked at Elena.
"Come here."
"No."
"Elena."
"She’s my — she’s his mother — I just watched you—"
"Come here."
His voice was the same. No different for the second time. Not louder. Not harder. Just — that tone, the one her body had already decided to receive as instruction once today.
She came.
Her feet moved before her brain had finished arguing.
He took her hand.
Pulled her down.
She landed on her knees beside Veronica, the two of them, both in the mud, both wet, both marked by him in different ways.
"Suck," he said.
Elena looked at his cock.
’N-no... ’
