Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 136- Gaining the Abilites of Pheonix
Wet with Veronica’s interior.
Thick and half-hard and warm against the cold air. She looked at it and then she looked at Veronica, who was already leaning in from the other side, her tongue finding the base of him.
"Mmmhh—"
Elena’s mouth opened.
Found the head.
The two of them working him simultaneously — Veronica at the base, Elena at the tip, their tongues meeting occasionally at the shaft, both their mouths working the length of him between them. Veronica’s hands spread against his thighs. Elena’s hands cupped his balls, her fingers moving the way she’d learned from watching Marga earlier.
Victor watched.
His fiancée and his mother. Kneeling together in the mud of his father’s grave. Both of them with their mouths on the cock that had just—
"You motherfucker," he whispered.
The same two words.
Different weight now. The first time had been rage. This time was something else. The sound of a man whose architecture has been so completely dismantled that the only thing left is to name the person responsible.
PAH.
Raven’s hips moved.
His cock driving between their faces, both women’s mouths catching what they could, the rhythm of it forcing their heads together, their cheeks pressing, their lips overlapping on his shaft.
"Mmmphh~"
"Nnngh—"
He grew hard again.
The specific, unmistakable return of him to full weight and thickness, swelling between their mouths until Veronica’s jaw stretched to maintain contact and Elena’s eyes went wide.
He looked down at both of them.
"Both of you," he said. "On the ground."
The graveyard became something else.
Elena on her back. Veronica above her — facing her, their bodies pressed together front-to-front, Veronica’s breasts crushing against Elena’s, the flesh of them mashing together, both pairs of nipples finding each other, both women gasping at the contact. Veronica’s hips over Elena’s. Their thighs interlocked.
He came from behind Veronica.
One hand gripping the back of her thigh, spreading her, his cock driving back into her ass while simultaneously grinding against Elena’s pussy below.
"HNNGHH~!!"
"AAAHH~!!"
Both voices. Same beat. Different notes.
PAH.
"HNGH~!!♡"
"OUUNGHH~!!♡"
He fucked Veronica in Veronica’s ass and Veronica’s body ground against Elena below her with each thrust, the friction of it, the pressure, Elena’s pussy getting worked by Veronica’s hip with every impact. The mud under Elena’s back soaked through her hair. Veronica’s weight on top of her was warm and real and entirely different from any human contact Elena had experienced.
"It’s — he’s going to — RAVEN — AAAHH~!!"
"SHUT UP — HNGH~!! — just feel it—"
Veronica’s voice against Elena’s cheek. Between her gasps.
"You’re going to — AAHH~!! — learn to stop managing everything—"
PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"AAAHHH~!!♡ HIEKK~!!♡"
He pulled from Veronica. Shifted. The head of his cock finding Elena’s entrance below — still open, still wet with his first filling — and he pressed in.
Elena’s back left the ground.
"AAAAHHH~~~!!!♡♡"
Full depth, again, her body remembering the shape of him but the second time was not the same as the first, the rawness of her still tender inside, the depth of him still more than she was built for, but this time her body met the pain with something else simultaneously and she couldn’t tell them apart.
Veronica’s hand found Elena’s breast.
Gripped.
Elena made a sound that wasn’t language.
PAH. PAH.
Raven fucked Elena from behind Veronica, Veronica’s body between them as he reached around her to grip Elena’s hip, the three of them in the mud in the rain in the graveyard of Alexander Dalton’s family.
PAH. PAH. PAAH.
"AAAHH~!!♡ AAAHH~!!♡"
"HNGH~!! HNNGH~!!"
Victor heard every sound.
He was still on his knees. He’d lost track of how long. His hands were in the mud. His eyes — exposed, drying, the rain keeping them wet enough to function — were open. His nose was bleeding. He could feel it, the warm trickle from one nostril mixing with the rain on his lip, the copper taste of it on his tongue.
"I’ll kill you—" The words came out of him on some automatic loop, his brain still generating them even though the person generating them was somewhere else, was somewhere past the reach of the words. "I’ll kill you — I’ll kill you—"
PAH. PAH.
"AAAHH~!!♡♡"
"AAAHHH~!!♡♡"
Both voices cresting simultaneously. The specific overlapping quality of two people arriving at the same place.
"AAAAANNNGHH~~~!!!♡♡♡"
"HIEKKKK~~~!!!♡♡♡"
He felt them both come. Felt it through the cock buried in Elena — the way her walls seized, the specific clench of her orgasm — and Veronica’s hand gripping his forearm hard enough to bruise as her own overtook her.
Fluid.
Not just arousal. The fountain of it, Elena’s pussy ejecting in spurts she couldn’t control, the stream of it running down between them and pooling in the mud below, warm and immediate and real.
Veronica’s hips ground down as hers followed, her pussy clenching around nothing, the overflow of her running between her thighs.
Both of them shaking.
Both of them gone — past language, past dignity, past the categories they’d built their lives around.
He filled Elena again.
The slow, deliberate waves of his release, pumping into her, his hand flat against her belly, and she felt it and made a sound that was barely audible because her voice had nothing left.
"Womb," he said. Quiet. Factual. "Both of you."
Victor’s nose bled freely.
He didn’t wipe it. The blood ran over his lip and fell from his chin into the mud, mixing with the rain and everything else the graveyard mud had collected tonight.
I’ll kill you.
The sentence in his head. Running. A gear still turning after the machine had stopped.
His eyes were open. Still open. Would always be open, now.
He saw his mother’s body in the mud. Her hip. The bite marks — there were bite marks, he registered them, red crescents at her breast and her shoulder and the inside of her thigh, the evidence of a mouth that had treated her flesh as something to consume.
Elena beside her. Hair spread in the mud. Dress destroyed. Both of them clay-streaked and rain-wet and thoroughly still.
The moaning had stopped.
Victor’s blood fell into the mud.
I’ll kill you.
One last time.
Then his eyes stayed open and saw nothing.
Raven stood.
He looked down at both of them.
Veronica — on her side, the bite marks fresh and red against her pale skin, her breasts marked, her hair matted with mud and rain. Her chest rose and fell. The marks at her collarbone pulsed, dim and steady.
Elena — on her back, spread, her pussy still holding the shape of him, his seed visible where her body couldn’t contain all of it. Her face to the side. Her eyes closed. Breathing.
He looked at Veronica for a moment.
His cock was still half-hard, wet, resting against his thigh.
He reached down.
His palm found the side of her breast — the underside, the soft weight of it — and slapped.
Not brutally. But not lightly.
The flesh bounced. The bite mark there reddened with the contact. Veronica made a sound from somewhere behind her unconsciousness — a low, pained moan, the body responding even when the mind was away.
"Mmmhh—"
He looked at her.
"What a good farming cow."
The rain fell.
A notification appeared.
Not physical — not a screen, not a device. Something that simply existed in the space of his perception, a system overlay that only he could see, text that appeared like light written directly onto the world. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
[ BLOODLINE ABILITY ACQUIRED ]
Phoenix Lineage — Veronica Dalton
Unlocked: Pyrokinesis — Active
The fire.
He felt it. Not heat — he’d always run warm. This was different, was the specific awareness of fire as a material he could reach into and manipulate, like gaining a new sense, a sixth input that extended his perception into every flame and spark in the vicinity.
Unlocked: Absolute Fire Authority — Passive
Unlocked: Thermal Immunity — Passive
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