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

Chapter 599: Chapter 599- Lena’s Choice is big cock

"You chose me," he said. "You said it. You said ’I would choose you.’ Remember? In the pond. While I held you. While I fucked you. While you screamed. You chose me over her."

"I did," Lena whispered. "I did choose you. I said— I said I hate her. I said—"

"She hates you too," Raven said. "She proved it tonight. She tried to take me. She failed. Because I am yours."

He did not grab her. He did not reach for her. He simply lay there. His cock pointing upward. Twelve inches. Thick as a wrist. The head swollen and wet. The shaft ridged with veins. The balls full and heavy. It was a monument. An altar. And Lena was walking toward it.

She reached the bedroll.

She stood over him. Her legs spread. Her naked body was flushed from head to toe. Her pussy was dripping—visible, swollen, the lips dark and puffy, the clit stiff and protruding. Her thighs trembled. Her hands hung at her sides.

She knelt.

She leaned forward. She was in the frog position—legs spread wide, knees on either side of his hips, her hands on his stomach. Her wet pussy hovered inches above his cock. The heat of it radiated against her entrance. She could feel the pulse.

"He is mine," she said.

Her voice was shaking. Her eyes were streaming. She looked down at Raven’s face. His beautiful, demonic, smiling face.

"This cock is mine," she said. "He is mine. Not yours. Mine."

She looked at her sister.

Vess was on her side. Bound. Gagged. Her eyes were screaming. Her face was a mask of tears and fury. Her body was rigid. The rope between her legs pressed against her clit. Her own pussy—twenty years abandoned, just fucked, still gaping—was twitching against the magical rope. Her hips were moving. Involuntarily. The rope was rubbing her. The sight of her younger sister positioning herself over the cock that had just been inside her was making the rope work harder.

’LENA. NO. DO NOT. PLEASE. HE IS USING YOU. HE IS— OH GOD— THE ROPE— IT IS— I CANNOT—’

Lena looked away from her sister.

She looked down.

She placed her hand on the cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft—barely, the girth too much for one hand. She felt the heat. The pulse. The wetness of her sister’s juices still coating the skin. She gripped it. She positioned the head against her entrance.

Her swollen, freshly deflowered, still-aching pussy.

"I am yours," she whispered to Raven. "And you are mine."

She pushed down.

The head pressed against her entrance. The swollen lips parted. The crown began to sink. One inch. Two. The stretch was immediate—the walls of her recently torn cunt screaming as they were forced open again.

"Ah—! Ah—! It is— it is still so big—"

Three inches. Four. Her weight was not enough. Her legs were trembling. Her thighs were shaking so violently that she could not control the descent.

Raven’s hands found her waist.

He gripped her. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her hips. He held her. He looked up at her face—the tears, the determination, the desperate, possessive need.

"Come on," he said. "You need to demonstrate a proper hierarchy. Show your sister who this cock belongs to."

He slammed her down.

All twelve inches.

SKHLRK—POP—

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"

The sound that tore from Lena’s throat was not human. It was the sound of a cervix being punched open. The head had gone through—directly into her womb. The shaft filled every inch of her vaginal canal. The walls stretched to their absolute limit—torn, swollen, deflowered, and now impaled to the root. Her belly bulged. The shape of the cock was visible under her skin—a thick, ridged column distorting her lower abdomen from her pussy to her navel.

Her tongue came out.

Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth hung open. Saliva dripped from her lower lip onto Raven’s chest. Her tits—heavy, young, marked with teeth—shuddered against her own chest as her body convulsed.

And she came.

Instantly. Violently. A gush of clear fluid sprayed from her pussy around the base of his cock. It soaked his stomach. It ran down his thighs. It pooled on the bedroll. Her walls gripped him—convulsing, clenching, releasing, clenching—with the desperate, involuntary rhythm of a body that had been rewired by his cock.

"AH— AH— AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

Her hips moved. Not by her will. By his hands. He lifted her. He dropped her. He used her body like a sleeve.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! MASTER— MASTER— IT IS— IT IS YOURS— I AM— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

He slammed her down again. The belly bulge shifted. The head ground against her womb. She screamed. Her voice cracked. Her hands gripped his chest. Her nails dug into his skin.

"She tried to take this from you," Raven said. His hips snapped upward. The impact drove the air from Lena’s lungs. "She tried to steal your cock. She failed."

"She— she failed—" Lena sobbed. "She failed— I— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

On the other side of the bedroll, Vess watched.

Her eyes were open. The magic forced them open. She could not close them. She could not look away. She saw everything. Her younger sister—her little sister, the girl she had tried to protect—naked, legs spread, riding the cock that had just been inside her own body. The belly bulge. The dripping pussy. The tits shuddering. The tongue hanging. The eyes rolled back.

The rope between her legs pressed against her clit. Her own pussy twitched. Her own walls contracted around nothing. Her own body responded to the sight of her sister being fucked with a heat that made her want to die.

’NO. NO. NO. STOP. STOP WATCHING. STOP— WHY IS MY BODY— THE ROPE— IT IS— I CANNOT—’

Her internal voice was a scream. A single, endless, furious, helpless scream that consumed her entire being.

’I WILL KILL YOU BASTARD. I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL CUT OFF YOUR COCK. I WILL TEAR OUT YOUR HEART. I WILL— I WILL—’

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HE IS MINE— THIS COCK IS MINE— HE IS— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

’I WILL KILL YOU BASTARD DON’T TOUCH HER!!!!!’