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

Chapter 603: Chapter 603 - The Throat that Takes Twelve Inches Easily

Raven’s hand was on her tit. He squeezed. His thumb found her nipple and pinched. Hard.

"I punished her," he said. His voice was warm. Casual. The voice of a man discussing a minor chore. "I already told you. Why are you so repeating?"

"Ah—!" Lena gasped. Her nipple throbbed. "It— it hurts—"

"But you said you will not touch her," Lena whispered. Her eyes were streaming. "You said— you promised— if I gave myself— you would not—"

"Don’t you find it good?" Raven interrupted. He twisted her nipple. He turned her face. He forced her to look at Vess. "See her expression. See what happens to women who try to steal what is yours."

Lena looked.

She saw her sister’s face. The eyes were rolled back. The cheeks were wet with tears. The mouth was stretched by the invisible gag. The expression was not human. It was the face of a woman who had been fucked into silence. Who had been marked. Who had been owned.

"Did she—" Lena’s voice cracked. "Did she get punished?"

Raven chuckled.

He leaned down. He took Lena’s left tit into his mouth. He sucked. The wet heat of his tongue circled the nipple. He pulled back with his teeth. He bit.

"Ah—! Aaaaaanghh~!!" Lena cried. Her hand flew to his hair. She gripped it. She tried to pull him away. He bit harder. He released. A red bite mark bloomed on the pale flesh. A perfect, teeth-shaped bruise.

He pulled up.

He looked at her. His eyes were dark and warm and demonic.

"Don’t you think she should be punished?" he asked.

He reached out. He grabbed Vess by the rope around her waist. He pulled. The older sister’s body rolled. She fell onto her back. Her bound arms crushed beneath her. Her legs were tied together but he forced them apart with his knee. Her pussy was exposed. The gaping, leaking, marked cunt.

He raised his hand.

He slapped it.

PAH—

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"

Vess’s body convulsed. The slap hit her swollen clit directly. The pain was white and electric. Her hips bucked. Her bound tits shook in the ropes. Her eyes went wide. Tears poured from them.

"Wait—" Lena gasped. "It— it must have hurt—"

"No," Raven said. He slapped again. PAH— "I don’t want to punish. She punished you until now. She slapped you. She ordered you. She called you a child. She treated you like dirt. And now she is the dirt."

He slapped again.

PAH PAH—

"MMMMNPH~!! NGH~!! MMMM~!!"

Vess’s body jerked with each impact. The seed splattered from her pussy with the force of the slaps. Her face was a mask of tears and gag-sealed screams. Her eyes found Lena. They pleaded. They begged. They screamed a silent *no*.

Lena trembled.

"Yes," she whispered. "I want— I want her to be punished, but— but see— she is—"

"You are weak, Lena," Raven said.

The words landed like a blade.

He turned to her. His hand left Vess’s pussy. He gripped Lena’s chin. He forced her to look at him.

"Should I abandon you?" he asked. His voice was soft. Tender. The voice of a lover considering a difficult decision. "I bet if it was her, she would have enjoyed getting your pussy spanked. She would have laughed while you cried. She has no mercy for you. Why do you have mercy for her?"

Lena’s eyes went wide.

"What?" she breathed. "She— she would have—"

"She would have," Raven said. "She is cruel. She is hard. She is a commander. She breaks people. She breaks you. Every day. With every word. With every slap."

Lena looked at her sister.

Vess was on her back. Bound. Gagged. Her pussy red from slapping. Her eyes were streaming. Her body was trembling. And for a moment—just a moment—Lena remembered the slap. The one in the guild hall. The one that had stung her cheek and made her feel smaller than dirt.

Something hardened in Lena’s chest.

Raven moved.

He shifted to the edge of the bedroll. He pulled Vess by the rope. He dragged her across the wet fabric. He positioned her head at the edge. He tilted her face down. Her chin was forced upward. The gag held her mouth open—stretched, ready, a hole waiting to be filled.

He pulled the rope aside.

The magic gag flickered. It loosened for a fraction of a second—just enough for Vess to draw breath, just enough for her to try to speak.

"You bas—" she rasped.

He slapped her face.

PAH—

"MMMM~!!"

Then he positioned his cock.

The head—twelve inches long, thick as a wrist, wet with Vess’s own juices and his seed—pressed against her lips. He rubbed it across her mouth. The seed smeared across her cheeks. The shaft dragged against the rope that had been between her legs, the rough texture adding friction to his skin.

"Cleaning this trashy mouth," he said. "The mouth that might have cursed you. The mouth that called you a child."

He pushed.

SKHLRK—

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"

One inch. Two inches. Her jaw was forced to widen beyond human limits. The magic gag had stretched her, prepared her. The head slid past her teeth. The shaft followed. The rope rubbed against the underside of his cock as it entered her, adding a gritty, textured sensation.

"MMMMNPH~!!"

Lena stared.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. Her voice was small. "Why are you— in her mouth—"

"Of course," Raven said. He gripped Vess’s white hair. He pulled her head back. "I am cleaning her. Punishing her. Watch."

He pushed deeper.

Three inches. Four. The throat began to bulge. The shape of his cock was visible under the skin of Vess’s neck—a thick, intruding column distorting her throat. Five inches. Six. Seven. Eight. The entire shaft was disappearing into her face.

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!!"

Vess’s eyes were wide. Streaming. Her nose was pressed against his groin. His heavy, full balls—hanging low and heavy—rested against her nose. They smeared her face with the scent of her own pussy and his cum. She could not breathe. She could only choke.

"Do you see how her throat takes it?" Raven asked. He looked at Lena. His thumb stroked the bulge in Vess’s throat. The delicate skin stretched around his girth. "Can your throat do this?"

Lena’s lip trembled.

"Of course it can," she said. Her voice was sharp. Competitive. The voice of a girl who had just been told her sister was better. "I can do it. I can take it better."

Raven chuckled.

"She’s perfect," he said. He groped Vess’s bound tit with his free hand. He squeezed the rope-crushed flesh. Vess’s body convulsed. Her throat tightened around his cock involuntarily. "Look at her. She is a natural cocksleeve. Twenty years of being a commander, and all she needed was a cock to shut her up."

He pulled back.

SKHLRK—

Saliva and seed hung in thick strands between his cock and her lips. Then he pushed forward again. He established a rhythm. Slow. Brutal. He fucked her mouth with the same mechanical precision he had used on her pussy.

SKHLRK SKHLRK SKHLRK—

"MMMMNPH~!! NGHHH~!! MMMMM~!! GLK~!!"

"She’s enjoying it," Raven said. He looked at Lena. "Can’t you hear? Listen to the sounds. The gagging. The choking. That is the sound of your sister finally finding her purpose."