Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion-Chapter 296 - Swallowing Hard

The tears and the milk and the scream arrived all at once. Her throat worked, her body swallowing Mira’s milk while her ass was being split open by Raven behind her. The impossible, overwhelming sensory excess of a woman receiving too much from too many directions consumed her.

Mira cried openly now.

The soft, sustained tears fell. Her hand remained in Avriana’s hair, still holding, still staying. Her body was being fingered, her nipple bitten, her milk taken—and yet she stubbornly kept her arms around this woman.

"’Still here,’" Mira said through the tears. Her voice cracked on the second word. "I’m still here—"

Raven was balls deep.

The full, complete, buried sensation—his cock seated entirely inside Avriana’s back passage with the heavy, total quality of a man who had arrived at the destination. Her ass pressed flush against his hips, the base of him tight against her, the interior, impossible fullness of being utterly, completely claimed from the wrong direction.

Avriana had gone silent.

It was the silence of a body that had screamed past the register of sound. Her mouth was still open against Mira’s breast, her throat working around the milk, but no sound came. It was the stunned quality of a nervous system that had overloaded and was rebooting.

’I can feel his heartbeat,’ she thought, the thought distant and haze-edged. ’Inside me. From back there. I can feel his pulse through the wall and it’s—’

She couldn’t finish the thought.

He pulled out.

The withdrawal was slow. Dragging. The pulling quality of a cock emerging from a passage that had closed around it—her body trying to hold him the way her pussy had earlier, the interior muscles gripping with the exhausted contraction of something stretched to its limit.

"Hn—" Her voice was fractured and small. The involuntary sound of his departure.

’Why,’ some broken part of her noted. ’Why does that also feel like—’

He plunged back in.

PAH.

"AAHNGHH~!!"

Her whole body lurched forward—the impacting force of the thrust driving her weight into Mira, her face burying deeper into Mira’s chest, her mouth closing around the milk-leaking nipple with the helpless, forward-driven quality of a woman being fucked into someone else.

Mira’s back hit the headboard.

"Hh—!! ’Raven’—!!" Her voice was high and broken—half from Avriana’s mouth on her breast, half from his fingers still working inside her. Three pieces of her were being addressed simultaneously while she tried to hold onto the woman being thrust into her.

Pah. PAH. PAAAH.

"AAHNGHH~!! OUNGH~!! ’HIEKKKK’~!!!"

The rhythm established itself—brutal and sustaining. The extended quality of a man in a passage tighter than anything he had been in tonight. The added resistance translated directly into the deep, driving force of each thrust. Her body rocked forward with every impact, the milk pouring into her mouth in stuttered, rhythm-driven pulses.

Mira’s fingers found the sheets.

White-knuckled and shaking. His fingers inside her curled and worked at the pace of his thrusts. Her hips moved against them with the involuntary, traitorous quality of a body that had been given input and was responding regardless of everything else.

"Oungh~!! Hnghh~!! ’Hnn’~!!"

The sounds from her were fractured and layered—pain and the thing that wasn’t pain, Avriana’s mouth and his fingers and the headboard and the overwhelming sensation of too much arriving from too many sources.

Slap. Slap. SLAP.

The sound filled the room.

The flat, wet, percussive quality of skin against skin—his hips meeting Avriana’s ass with the full impacting force of thrusts that had not slowed. It was overlaid with Mira’s sounds and Avriana’s sounds and the wet, steady, milk-and-tears quality of two women crying in the same bed for different and not-so-different reasons.

"’Raven’—please—please slow—"

"Hn—!! ’Mngh’—!! Hnn~—"

Both voices.

Avriana’s was broken and muffled and wet with milk and tears. The boardroom woman was entirely unrecognizable now. The pleading arrived not as strategy but as a genuine, stripped, unperformed request from a body that had reached the outer edge of what it could hold.

Mira’s was fractured between the pain of her nipple and the overwhelming, building quality of his fingers inside her—the cry of a woman receiving pleasure she did not have the capacity to manage cleanly.

He heard both.

His cock grew harder.

It was the attending quality of a man who had a very particular response to the sound of two women crying—not cruelty precisely, but the flat, biological, specific arousal that arrived at the exact frequency of those voices, those sounds, the room full of slapping and weeping and begging.

He fucked her harder.

PAH. PAH. PAH. PAAAH.

"AAHNGHH~!! OUNGH~!! ’IA’—!! HNN—!!"

"Hmnn~!! ’Aahn’!!"

The room filled with it—two voices, two bodies, the slapping rhythm and the wet, milk-soaked quality of Avriana’s face against Mira’s chest. Tears tracked down both their faces while his fingers worked Mira into the building, helpless climax she could not stop.

Mira came first.

It was a helpless, shaking orgasm—arriving without dignity, without the option of restraint. Her walls clenched around his fingers with the milking, convulsive quality of a body pushed past the threshold.

"Hmnnh~!! ’AAHN’!!"

Her milk, in response, released in a second flood. The letdown triggered by the orgasm poured warm and full directly into Avriana’s mouth with the abundant, unstoppable quality of a body giving everything at once.

Avriana swallowed.

Convulsively. Continuously. The milk and her own tears and the building, impossible sensation inside her own body that had no right to be building—his cock in her ass, Mira’s milk in her mouth, the warmth of Mira’s body against her face—and something was—

PAH. PAAAH. PAAAAAAH.

He buried himself entirely.

The final, deep, seated thrust—his hips flush against her ass, his cock throbbing with the deep interior pulse of a man arriving at the end. A low, controlled sound escaped him, brief and present.

He came.

The full, flooding, interior heat of it—releasing inside her back passage with the deep, body-warm quality of seed arriving somewhere it had never been. The volume of it, the temperature of it, the throbbing pulse of each release landed against her innermost walls.

"’Hn’—!!" Her sound was small. Stunned. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The warmth.