Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion
Chapter 612- A Devoted Wife’s Duties
Raven chuckled.
He reached around Lena. His hand found her ass. He gripped it. He pulled her back.
"Ah—!" Lena stumbled. She fell back against him. Her ass pressed against his groin.
He was hard.
The bulge was enormous. Twelve inches, thick as a wrist, pressed against her skirt. She felt it in the crack of her ass. She gasped. Her body remembered. Her bowels twitched. The pain of the anal fucking returned. And with it, the heat. The need. The shameful, traitorous need.
"Easy," Raven whispered in her ear. He groped her tit with his other hand. His fingers sank into the soft flesh. He pinched the nipple. Twisted it. "No fighting. There is enough for both. A good husband feeds all his wives. A good demon satisfies all his cunts."
Vess watched.
She saw his hand on Lena’s boob. She saw the younger sister melt against him. She saw the cock bulge pressing against Lena’s back. She saw the way Lena’s eyes rolled back when he pinched her. The way Lena’s mouth opened in a silent moan.
Vess’s pussy clenched.
The insignia burned. The seed from before was still leaking. She was wet again. She hated it. She hated him. She hated herself. She hated her younger sister for being so eager. So willing. So stupidly in love with her own destruction.
"You call me wife," Vess said. Her voice was steady. But her thighs were shaking. "Do you mean it? Or is this another lie? Another trick to break me?"
Raven looked at her.
His hand was still kneading Lena’s tit. Lena was whimpering. Her head was on his shoulder. Her mouth was open. Drool was slipping from her lip onto his coat.
"Of course I do," Raven said. "Though of course, you have to prove which one is better between you both. You see, I have many wives. I collect them. I break them. I keep them. And you two are my newest. My favorite. For now."
The words landed.
Vess and Lena both trembled.
"Many?" Lena whispered. "What— many? How many? Where?"
"Wives?" Vess said. Her eyes were wide. "You— you have— others? Other women?"
They were shocked.
Vess bit her lip. She couldn’t help it. The thought of him with other women. Other wives. Other pussies being fucked by that twelve-inch cock. Other mouths sucking his balls. It made her angry. It made her hot. It made her competitive. It made her want to be the best.
"What do you want from me?" Vess asked. Her voice was low. Dangerous. "What else?"
"You already know," Raven said.
"No," Vess said. "Apart from that. If you were to just fuck a woman, you could have fucked anyone. You targeted me. You came for me. You knew my name. You knew my past. You knew about the Crown Prince. Why?"
Raven chuckled.
His cock was pulsing against Lena’s ass. The younger sister was grinding against it unconsciously. Her skirt was bunching up. Her pussy was leaving a wet spot on the fabric. She was humping him like a bitch in heat.
"You are smarter, aren’t you?" Raven said. "Smarter than your sister. Smarter than most. You see the truth."
"And you are far stronger than you pretend to be," Vess said. "Why are you here? With us? With me? What is your goal? What is the endgame?"
Raven smiled.
He stood up. He pulled Lena with him. His arm was around her waist. His bulge was pressed against her lower back. He took a step toward Vess. He was close enough that Vess could smell him. The musk. The power. The demon. The cum.
"Should we go into our camp?" he asked. "I need that baptism. And you both need to fulfill your duties. Your wifely duties. Your demonic duties."
Vess nodded.
Slowly. Trembling.
She stood. Her legs were weak. The seed in her pussy shifted. The insignia burned. She bent to pick up her sword. Her hand shook. She sheathed it.
Lena stood too.
Raven hugged her from behind. His cock was erect under his pants. The bulge pushed against her ass. She walked with him attached to her. Gasping. Her head down. Like a maiden being led to her bed. Like a bitch in heat being dragged by her owner. Like a wife.
But she was not a maiden.
She was his.
Vess followed.
Her eyes were on Raven’s hand. On Lena’s hip. On the way he owned her younger sister with a simple touch. On the way Lena’s thighs rubbed together as she walked. On the wet spot forming on Lena’s skirt.
’I will not let her win,’ Vess thought. ’I am the commander. I am the wife. I am the one who—’
But the thought died when she felt the seed leak again. And the wetness between her own legs. And the way her nipples stiffened under her armor.
They reached the tent.
The canvas was dark. The lamp inside was still burning. The smell of sex and sweat and cum lingered from before. The smell of their previous fucking. The smell of Vess’s squirt and Lena’s tears.
"Do not disturb us," Raven said to the adventurers outside. His voice carried. It was not loud. It was absolute. "All of you, collect the materials. Make sure not to disturb us until an emergency arises. If anyone enters, I will kill them. Slowly."
Everyone nodded.
They were overwhelmed. They were also fearing the man who had entered. The man who had killed a Death Leech with a snap. The man who was now taking two women into his tent to fuck them senseless.
The sisters entered.
Lena first. Then Raven. Then Vess.
Vess’s eyes widened.
Raven was naked.
He had shed his clothes in an instant. He sat on a chair in the center of the tent. His legs were spread wide. His cock was hard. Twelve inches. Thick as a wrist. The veins were pulsing. The head was swollen and leaking a thick, clear fluid. His balls hung heavy and low between his thighs. He looked like a god of rutting.
And Lena—
She was kneeling between his thighs. Her wedding dress was gone. She wore only her torn underclothes. One hand was on her own boob. She was squeezing it hard. Her fingers pinched the nipple. Twisted it. Pulled it.
Her mouth was on his balls.
She was sucking them. One by one. Her tongue rolled over the wrinkled, heavy flesh. Her lips were wet and shiny. Her eyes were half-closed. Her other hand held his shaft. The cock was too thick for her grip. Her fingers barely wrapped around half the girth. She was stroking what she couldn’t hold. Worshipping what she couldn’t control.
"Ah—" Lena moaned around the sack. "Mmm— husband— you worked so hard— let me clean you— let me serve you—"
Vess froze.
Her pussy clenched. The sight was obscene. Her younger sister. Her innocent, foolish, jealous sister. On her knees. Sucking the balls of the demon who had destroyed them both. Calling him husband. Acting like a devoted wife.
"What are you doing?" Vess asked. Her voice was sharp. But it cracked. It sounded like a whimper. Like a beg.
Lena pulled her mouth from his balls.
A wet strand of saliva connected her lips to the skin. It broke. It fell across her chin. She looked at Vess. Her eyes were defiant. Possessive. Mad. Her lips were swollen.
"Of course," Lena said. "Pleasing my husband. Who did hard work. He needs to be cleaned. Worshipped. Loved. By me. Not you. Go away. This is my duty."