Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion
Chapter 613 - Two Pairs of Tits
She licked the shaft.
From base to tip. Slow. Deliberate. Her tongue was flat and wet. She looked at Vess while she did it. A challenge. A declaration of war. A claim of ownership.
Vess’s mouth twitched.
Her pussy clenched. The insignia burned hotter. She felt the urge. The need. The competitive, desperate hunger that was replacing her fury. She wanted to push Lena aside. She wanted to take the whole cock. She wanted to be the favorite.
Raven smiled.
"I have some space here," he said. He spread his legs wider. His cock stood straight up. The head was level with Vess’s face. It was inches from her lips. "Join her, Vess. Show me which wife is more eager. Which mouth is hungrier. Which sister deserves my cum."
Vess trembled.
She wanted to protest. She wanted to grab her sword. She wanted to kill him and run into the night.
But her hands moved to her hair.
She pulled it into a bun. She pinned it. Her white hair was off her face. Her neck was exposed. Her cheeks were flushed. Her lips were parted.
She knelt.
She leaned over his cock. Her face was inches from Lena’s. The younger sister’s breath was hot. Smelling of his balls. Smelling of submission. Smelling of sex.
Vess looked at Raven.
His eyes were on her. Dark. Warm. Commanding. He reached out. He touched her cheek. His thumb traced her lower lip. He pressed against it.
"Open," he said.
Vess lowered her face.
She licked his balls.
The other side. Where Lena was not. Her tongue was flat. She tasted the salt. The musk. The heavy, male scent that made her head spin. The scent of the demon who had fucked her throat. Who had marked her pussy. Who had called her wife. Who had destroyed her sister in front of her.
"Ah—" Raven groaned. His hand went to her hair. He gripped the bun. He pulled it tight. "Good. Both of you. Good wives. Competing for my cum. Fighting for my cock."
Lena made a sound.
A jealous, muffled whine. She sucked harder. She took one ball into her mouth completely. Her cheeks puffed. She rolled it with her tongue. She wanted to drain him before Vess could get to the shaft.
Vess did the same.
They were on either side of his cock. Their mouths were on his balls. Their hands were on his shaft. They stroked. They licked. They sucked. They competed. They were two sisters reduced to animals.
Raven leaned back.
He closed his eyes. He could feel their pussies. They were still clothed. Unlike him. But the heat radiated from their crotches. He could smell their arousal. Vess’s was darker. Muskier. Twenty years of denial and trauma, now unleashed. Lena’s was sweeter. Fresher. Newly broken and desperate to please. The combination was intoxicating.
"Show me your tits," he said.
Lena obeyed instantly.
She pulled down her top. Her heavy, young tits fell out. They hung. The nipples were stiff and red. She pressed them against his thigh. The flesh was warm and soft. She rubbed them against his skin.
Vess hesitated.
She was embarrassed. A commander. A warrior. Reduced to kneeling and stripping for a demon. But the insignia pulsed. The need grew. The competition was burning her.
She did it.
She pulled down her armor. Her tits were bound-marked. Rope-burned. Bite-marked. They were thicker than Lena’s. Heavier. The nipples were dark and swollen and stiff. She pressed them against his other thigh. The flesh was hot.
Raven looked down.
Two women. Two pairs of tits. Two mouths on his balls. Two hands on his cock. Four eyes looking up at him. Four lips wet and open.
He gripped their heads.
He guided Vess.
"Up," he said. "Suck the head. Deep. Show your sister how a commander takes cock. Show her how a wife swallows her husband."
Vess lifted her mouth.
She opened wide. The head was enormous. The crown was swollen and leaking. She pressed her lips around it. She tasted the pre-cum. It was bitter and thick.
SKHLRK—
"Glk—!" Her eyes widened. "Mmmph—!"
She took him deep.
Two inches. Three. Four. Her throat bulged. The shape of his cock was visible under her skin. Five inches. Six. Seven. She remembered the feeling. The stretch. The submission. The way he had fucked her mouth before.
Lena watched.
Jealousy burned in her chest. She sucked his balls harder. Her teeth grazed. Raven groaned. His hips bucked.
"Fuck—" he grunted. "Both of you. Perfect. Now together. Both mouths on the shaft."
He pulled Vess down.
Eight inches. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve.
Her nose was against his groin. Her throat was fully impaled. The bulge was thick and obscene. Her eyes watered.
"Glk—! Glk—! Mmmph—!"
Lena pulled her mouth from his balls.
"Let me," she said. "My turn. My throat. I can do it better. I can take it deeper. Watch me, sister."
She pushed Vess aside.
Vess fell back. His cock popped from her mouth. SKHLRK—Saliva hung in thick strands. It broke. It fell across her tits. She gasped. She coughed.
Lena took him.
She deep throated. Faster. Sloppier. Her enthusiasm was desperate. She wanted to prove she was better. She wanted to prove she was the favorite wife. She wanted to erase Vess from his mind.
"Glk—! Glk—! Mmmph—!"
Raven groaned.
His hands went to both of their heads.
He held them.
He was close. The dual sensation. The competition. The mouths. The throats. The tits. He was going to explode.
He pulled out.
SKHLRK—
His cock hung in front of them. Pulsing. Thick. The shaft was dark and wet and glistening. The head was purple and angry.
He stroked it.
Once. Twice.
He aimed.
"Open," he said. "Stick out your tongues. Beg for it. Beg for your husband’s seed."
They looked up.
They obeyed.
They stuck out their tongues. Their faces were close. Their eyes were streaming. Their tits were pressed against his thighs.
He came.
The first pulse hit Lena’s face. Thick. White. It splattered across her cheek. Her nose. Her lips. It filled her open mouth. It choked her.
The second pulse hit Vess. Across her forehead. Into her hair. It ran down her face in thick ropes. It sealed her eye shut.
The third pulse hit both. Their tits. The white seed pooled in their cleavages. It ran down their nipples. It dripped from their chins onto their thighs. It was hot. Thick. Endless.
"Ah—" he groaned. "Fuck— take it— my wives— take my seed— take your baptism—"
He kept coming.
Pulse after pulse. The demon seed was massive. It coated their faces. Their tits. Their necks. They were painted in his cum. White masks. White bodies. They were marked. Claimed. Owned.
He stopped.
He looked down.
His cock was still half-hard. Dripping. The shaft was slick.
"Is it slippery enough for my cock to move?" he asked. "Right? Your tits. Your faces. Are they slick enough for me to fuck? Are you ready for the next round?"
Both women looked at each other.
Their faces were covered. Their boobs were matted. The seed was thick and warm and dripping. They were disgusting. They were beautiful. They were his.
They looked down.
Vess moved first.
She pressed her tits against his thighs. She mashed them around his cock. The cum was the lubricant. The flesh was warm and soft. She began to suck the head. Her mouth was full of seed. She moaned. The sound was muffled.
Lena joined.
She pressed her tits against his shaft from the other side. Both pairs of tits surrounded his cock. They moved. Up. Down. The flesh slid. The cum squelched. The wet sounds were loud. Obscene. Perfect.
"Oh Ho—" Raven said. "What is this? Two wives. Two pairs of tits. Fucking my cock together. Competing with your boobs. This is heaven."