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

Chapter 600: Chapter 600- Struggle to Save her Sister

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

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

Inside Vess’s skull, the world was ending.

’I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL TEAR YOUR COCK FROM YOUR BODY AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT. I WILL—’

But her body was burning. The rope between her legs pressed against her clit with every tremor. Her own pussy—twenty years sealed, just broken open by the same cock that was now destroying her sister—was clenching around nothing. The walls were contracting. The wetness was building. She could feel her own arousal leaking around the rope, soaking the fabric, running down her inner thighs.

’NO. NO. WHY. WHY IS MY BODY— STOP. STOP RESPONDING. HE IS FUCKING MY SISTER. MY LITTLE SISTER. SHE IS EIGHTEEN. SHE IS—’

Lena’s hips were moving.

Not by Raven’s hands anymore. By her own. The younger sister had found a rhythm. Her thighs flexed. Her knees dug into the bedroll. She lifted herself—twelve inches—and dropped. The cock slammed into her cervix. The belly bulge appeared and disappeared with each cycle. Her face was contorted—pain and pleasure and a desperate, possessive fury that Raven had cultivated with his lies.

PAH PAH PAH—

"Ah—! Ah—! It hurts— it hurts— the head is— it is hitting my— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

Her hand flailed.

It reached for nothing. It grabbed air. Her fingers spread wide, trembling, lost. The sensation of the cock punching her womb with each descent was too much. Her body was rejecting the invasion. Her walls were clamping down. The pain was white-hot and total.

Raven grabbed her hand.

He caught her wrist. He pulled it down. He pressed it against his chest. Her palm flattened against his abs. Her fingers dug into the muscle. He pulled her entire upper body down with that one grip. Her face was forced toward his chest. Her tits mashed against his stomach—warm, heavy, the stiff nipples grinding against his skin.

"Stay," he said.

He released her wrist. His hands went to her hips. He gripped them from above—his thumbs on her hip bones, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass. He took control. He lifted her. He dropped her. The pace became mechanical. Brutal.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

"It hurts?" he said. His voice was calm. Warm. The voice of a man discussing dinner. "But it is mine. See? It belongs to me. And you said it is yours. So take it. Take what is yours."

Lena’s face was against his chest. Her saliva was pooling on his skin. Her tears were running down her cheeks and soaking into the thin hair on his pectorals. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out. She was gasping—wet, broken, animal gasps that came with each impact.

"Ah— ah— ah— it is— it is yours— it is— but it is— ah— too deep— it is too— AAAAAANGHH~!!"

He lifted her.

Not by the hips. By the thighs. His hands went under her thighs. He hooked his arms beneath her legs. He stood up—not fully, but to a kneeling position—lifting her entire body with his arms. Her legs were folded over his forearms. Her weight was suspended on his cock. The angle changed. The depth changed. The head pressed against her front wall. The friction against her clit was direct and constant.

He began to fuck her in the air.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"

She fell forward.

Her upper body collapsed against his chest. Her tits were pressed flat—warm, heavy, the nipples stiff against his skin. Her face was in the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She was a ragdoll. A sleeve. A wet, warm, broken body being used.

He held her hips from below. Up. Down. Up. Down. The motion was smooth and relentless. His arms did not tire. His cock did not soften. The incubus stamina was infinite.

"Come on," he said. He kissed her forehead. His lips were warm. Tender. The kiss of a lover. "Have you accepted defeat?"

"Def— defeat?" she gasped against his neck. "I— I have not— I—"

"Then fight," he whispered. "Fight me. Move your hips. Show me you want this. Show your sister that this cock is yours."

Lena’s thighs tensed.

She lifted her hips. The cock slid out nine inches. The walls gripped the head, reluctant to release. She hovered—suspended on his arms, her own strength fighting gravity. Then she plunged down.

PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!!"

Again.

PAH—

"HNGHH~!!"

Again.

PAH PAH PAH—

"KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!"

She was fucking herself. Her hips moved up and down on his cock. Her tears fell onto his chest. Her saliva dripped from her open mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her nails drew blood. She cried and fucked and cried and fucked. The combination of pain and possession and the desperate need to prove herself was driving her hips faster than his hands ever had.

He looked to the side.

At Vess.

The older sister was on her side. Bound. Gag. Her eyes were open—forced by the magic. She was watching her younger sister fuck herself on the demon’s cock. The rope between her legs was slick with her own juices. Her hips were moving—involuntarily—grinding against the rope. Her clit was swollen to twice its normal size. The rope pressed against it with every movement.

He chuckled.

Vess’s eyes met his. The fury in them was absolute. The helplessness was total. The betrayal in them was the betrayal of a woman watching her worst memory replay itself with her sister as the victim.

’I WILL KILL YOU. I SWEAR ON MY SWORD. I SWEAR ON MY GUILD. I WILL—’

He winked at her.

Then he twisted.

His body rotated. He did not pull out. He simply turned—using his supernatural strength—rolling Lena beneath him. The younger sister’s back hit the bedroll. Her legs were spread. His body was on top of her. His cock never left her cunt. The position shifted from cowgirl to missionary in one fluid, impossible motion.

Lena gasped. The weight of him was on her. His chest pressed her tits flat. His hips were between her thighs. His cock was buried to the hilt. The belly bulge was visible.

He grabbed her hand.

He held it. Squeezed. His thumb stroked her palm.

"Close your eyes," he said. His voice was soft. The voice that had whispered ’do you want to rest’ by the pond. "Close your eyes and do not open them until I say so."

Lena trembled.

"But—"

"Trust me," he said. "I am yours. You said so. Close your eyes."

She turned her head.

Her eyes found Vess. Her older sister. The bound, gagged, furious woman who was grinding against a rope and crying and screaming behind a seal of magic.

Lena looked at her with tears and defiance and the absolute certainty of a girl who had been manipulated into believing her protector was her enemy.

"He is mine," Lena said to her sister.

The words were soft. Final. A declaration of war against the only family she had.

She closed her eyes.

Raven pulled a strip of cloth from the bedroll. He tied it around her head. The blindfold was secure. Dark. Total.

’NO. LENA. NO. DO NOT CLOSE YOUR EYES. DO NOT— HE IS GOING TO— PLEASE— LOOK AT ME— LOOK AT MY FACE— I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU—’