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

Chapter 608: Chapter 608- A Healing Bitch and Her Four Fuckers

His heart exploded.

He grabbed her. He hugged her. Her tits mashed against his chest. She smelled like lavender and healing herbs. She was trembling in his arms.

"I will make you happy," he promised. "I bought a house. A small one. In the capital. We will start a new life. Just us. No more dungeons. No more adventures."

"That sounds wonderful," she said into his shoulder.

But Deo didn’t see her face.

If he had, he might have seen the flicker in her eyes. The shadow. The thing that looked like panic.

He didn’t see it.

He was too happy.

The wedding day arrived.

The house was small. Clean. Deo had painted it himself. Blue shutters. A garden bed. A bed inside with white sheets he had washed three times.

He was in his wedding clothes. A cheap tunic. Clean robes. His hair was combed. He had cast a minor glamour spell to make his skin look clearer.

He waited.

The priest was at the temple. The guests were—well, there weren’t many. Just the party. Brutus, Jarek, Kael. And Mira.

But no one came.

Deo sat in the house. He looked at the clock. The sun moved. Noon. Afternoon. Evening.

He went to the temple.

The priest was gone.

He went to the inn where the party was staying.

Empty.

He went to the guild hall.

No one.

Panic began to crawl up his throat. Where was she? Where was his bride? Had something happened? A dungeon emergency? A monster attack?

He ran through the streets.

He arrived at the house he had purchased.

The new house. The blue shutters. The garden bed.

The windows were dark. But there was light inside. Candlelight. Flickering.

And sounds.

Wet sounds.

Thumping sounds.

A woman’s voice. High. Broken.

"Ah—! Ah—! Fuck—! Yes—! Harder—!"

Deo stopped.

His blood froze.

"No," he whispered. "Not today. Not my wedding day. Please."

He crept to the window.

The gap was small. A space between the shutter and the frame. He pressed his eye to it.

Shadows moved inside.

Three men. Naked. Their cocks were visible—thick, dark, erect. They were moving around a bed.

And on the bed—

Mira.

She was on her hands and knees. Her wedding dress was torn. It hung off her shoulders. Her thick tits were out. They swayed. A man was beneath her. Kael. The assassin. His cock was buried in her pussy. He was thrusting up. His hands gripped her hips.

Behind her was Brutus. The tanker. His massive body was pressed against her ass. His cock—thick as a wrist—was inside her anal. He was slamming. His heavy balls slapped against her cunt with each thrust.

In front of her was Jarek. The swordsman. His cock was in her mouth. Her lips were stretched around it. Her throat was bulging. He gripped her hair. He fucked her face.

"Ah, fuck," Kael groaned. "Damn, your pussy’s tight today, Mira. You healed it up nice for the wedding?"

"Mmgh—! Glk—! Ngh—!" Mira moaned around Jarek’s cock.

"Damn," Brutus grunted. He slammed her ass. "Her anal is twitching. She is squeezing me. Healer bitch knows how to work her holes."

"Is she really going to marry that nerd?" Jarek laughed. He pulled his cock from her mouth. A thick strand of saliva connected it to her lips. "That little sorcerer with his five-inch dick?"

"Damn bitch," Brutus said. He slapped her ass. PAH— "Tell us, Mira. Are you going to marry him?"

"Ah—! Ah—!" Mira gasped. Her face was red. Her eyes were streaming. "I— I am— I am going to— Ah—! But— but you said— you said this was the last time—!"

"Last time?" Kael laughed. He thrust up hard. SKHLRK— "There is no last time. You are our healer. Our bitch. Our cumdump. You really thought we would let you go?"

"Please—" Mira sobbed. But her hips were moving. Back against Brutus. Forward onto Kael. "Please— I wanted— I wanted to start a new life—"

"New life?" Jarek grabbed her hair. He forced her mouth back onto his cock. "Your new life is on our cocks. Now suck, bride. Suck your real groom."

Deo trembled.

His hand was on the windowsill. His nails dug into the wood. His eyes were wide. His mouth was open.

"What is happening?" he whispered.

His voice was barely audible.

But Mira heard.

Her head turned. Her eyes—wet, red, fucked-out—found the window. Found his eye in the gap.

She trembled.

Jarek’s cock was still in her mouth. Brutus was still in her ass. Kael was still in her pussy.

Her eyes met Deo’s.

Tears fell from them.

"Wha—" she gasped around the shaft. "What are you doing here?"

The men stopped.

They looked at the window.

"Oh," Jarek said. He pulled his cock from her mouth. It hung wet and heavy. "We got the groom here."

He smiled.

"See, Deo," he said. "Your bride is kind of busy."

Deo screamed.

He didn’t think. He ran. He burst through the door. He charged into the room.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" he yelled. "MIRA! WHAT ARE YOU— WHY ARE THEY— GET OFF HER! GET OFF MY BRIDE!"

He grabbed Jarek’s arm.

Brutus laughed. He pulled out of Mira’s ass. SKHLRK—He grabbed Deo by the throat. He lifted him. He threw him.

Deo hit the wall. His head rang. He slid down.

"Little bastard," Brutus said. "Came to watch the wedding night early."

"Get him," Kael said. He was still inside Mira. He gripped her hips. He kept thrusting. Slow. Deliberate. "Tie him up. Let him see."

Jarek moved.

He grabbed Deo. Deo fought. He kicked. He screamed. He cast a spell—a weak spark. Jarek slapped it away. He punched Deo in the stomach. Deo folded.

They dragged him to a chair.

They tied his wrists behind it. They tied his ankles to the legs. They ripped his wedding tunic. They tore it off his body.

He was naked.

His cock was hard.

Five inches. Thin. Erecting involuntarily against his will. It twitched. It leaked. His body was betraying him.

"Look at that," Brutus laughed. He pointed. "The groom is excited. His little dick is standing up."

"Pathetic," Jarek said.

Mira was on the bed. She was crying. Kael was still inside her. He hadn’t stopped fucking.

"Please—" she sobbed. "Don’t— don’t let him see— please—"

"Shut up," Kael said. He slapped her tit. PAH— "You don’t give orders. We do."

Jarek grabbed something from the floor.

Mira’s panties. White. Soaked. He had torn them off her earlier.

He walked to Deo.

"Open," he said.

Deo clamped his mouth shut.

Jarek punched his stomach again. Deo gasped. Jarek shoved the panties into his mouth. The fabric was wet. It tasted of Mira’s pussy. Of her juices. Of the cum of the other men. It was stuffed deep. Deo gagged. He choked.

"MMMMNPH~!!"

"Now," Jarek said. He stepped back. He looked at the scene. "The show continues."

He grabbed Mira’s leg.

He lifted it. He spread her. Kael was still inside her pussy. Jarek positioned himself at her entrance.

"No—" Mira gasped. "You said— you said this would be the last time— I wanted to start a new life— what are you guys doing—?"

"Last time?" Brutus laughed. He was stroking his cock, wet from her ass. "You really believed that? We were never going to let you go. You are our bitch. Our healer. Our fucktoy."

Jarek pushed.

His cock entered her pussy.

Kael was already inside.

Two cocks. One pussy. The stretch was enormous. Mira’s eyes went wide. Her back arched. Her mouth hung open.

"Ah—! Ah—! No—! It is— it is too much—! Two— two at once—! AAAAAANGHH~!!"