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

Chapter 695: Chapter 695- Kissing Him

Her feet moved.

Both of them. On his cock. She sandwiched the shaft between her soles— the arches pressing against the sides, the heels against the base, the toes against the head. She stroked. Up and down. The rhythm was slow. Deliberate. The rhythm of a woman who is savoring. Her toes worked the head— tracing the ridge, pressing the slit, spreading the pre-cum. Her arches worked the shaft— the smooth skin sliding, the veins pulsing against her soles.

"Hahh... it is so thick... I can feel the veins... they are pulsing... like a heartbeat..." she moaned. Her hips were moving— grinding against the air, her pussy aching, empty, needing. "Your cock is beautiful... I have never... I have never looked at one like this... so close... so hard... so big..."

Raven grabbed her hips.

He lifted her. His hands on her ass— both cheeks, both hands. He pulled her toward him. Her feet left his cock. Her body slid— upward, over his stomach, over his chest. He positioned her. Her pussy was over his cock. The head pressed against the lips. The wet, bloody, tight lips.

She sank down.

PAH—

"AAAHH—!!" she screamed. The fullness. The stretching. The head inside her. The shaft inside her. All of it. All at once. Her body arched— her back curving, her breasts pointing at the sky, her new legs wrapping around his hips.

He fucked her.

Not her fucking him. Him fucking her. His hips moved— fast, hard, relentless. He held her hips. He pulled her down. He pushed up. The rhythm was his. The pace was his. The depth was his.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

She bounced.

Her body moved— up and down, on his cock, her hips swinging, her legs gripping, her feet locking behind his back. Her toes curled against his ass— the new toes, the healed toes, digging into the muscle. She could feel his ass. The glutes. Hard. Flexing with each thrust. She pressed her soles against them. She felt the power. The force. The way the muscles contracted and released with each movement.

"Your ass... it is like... stone..." she gasped. Her voice was broken. Shattered. The voice of a woman being fucked and talking at the same time. "I can feel... the muscles... when you thrust... they flex... so hard... hahh... so powerful..."

Her foot moved.

She unlocked her legs. She brought her right foot up. To his face. She placed her sole against his cheek. Her toes against his lips. She pressed. He opened his mouth. He took her big toe in. He sucked. His tongue swirled around the pad. His teeth grazed the nail.

Latina shuddered.

"Oh... oh... that is... your mouth is warm... on my toes... I can feel your tongue... between them... hahh... it is... it is so strange... so good..."

She was bouncing.

On his cock. Her hips moving— up and down, the rhythm hers again. She was taking him. Taking all of it. Every inch. Every thrust. She was using her legs— both legs, the new and the old, the healed and the original— to fuck him. To ride him. To take what she wanted from him.

Her belly was bulging.

The outline of his cock was visible— pressing against her stomach from the inside. The head. The shaft. The length. She looked down. At her belly. At the bulge that appeared and disappeared with each thrust. She pressed her hand against it. She could feel him. Through her skin. Through her muscle. The cock. Inside her. Moving.

"I can feel you... in my belly..." she moaned. Her eyes were half-closed. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out. "You are so deep... so deep... you are in my womb... I can feel the head... pressing... hahh... it is too much... too deep..."

She did not stop.

She fucked him. In every position. She twisted— reverse, facing his feet, her back to his face. She rode him backward— her hips swinging, her ass slapping against his thighs. She bent forward— her hands on his knees, her back arched, her boobs hanging. She sat up— her back straight, her hands on his chest, her hips rolling.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! Yes—!! Hahh—!! It is good—!! It is so good—!!"

She was in control.

She was using her legs. Her new legs. Her healed legs. She squatted— on her feet, her thighs spread, her body raised. She dropped. Her pussy swallowed his cock. She raised. She dropped. The motion was athletic— the motion of a woman who is using her body, her legs, her muscles, to take what she wants.

She fell forward.

On her hands and knees. Doggy. But facing him. Her legs were spread. Her feet were on either side of his hips. Her hips were raised. Her pussy was on his cock. She bounced— using her thighs, her calves, her new leg and her old leg, the muscles flexing, the flesh firm.

She looked down.

At his cock. At the way it went in and out. At the blood. At the juice. At the white foam forming at the base. She looked at his body. At his abs. At his chest. At his face. At the calm. At the smile.

She laughed.

The sound was surprising. Genuine. The laugh of a woman who is in pain and in pleasure and who has just realized that she is enjoying this. That she is not being taken. That she is taking. That she is using her legs— her legs, her healed legs, her miracle legs— to fuck a sex demon in a forest beside a pond while a princess lies unconscious in the mud and a dead bear rots in the trees.

"Ah— it is good—!" she gasped. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were bright. Her smile was real— wide, genuine, the smile of a woman who has found something that she did not know she was looking for. "It is so good— hahh— I can feel— everything— my legs— my toes— my pussy— your cock— your body— all of it— hahh—!!"

He came.

A thick load. Heavy. Hot. The seed erupted— pulse after pulse, filling her pussy, filling her womb. The fluid overflowed— running out of her, down his shaft, over his balls, onto the grass. She felt it. The warmth. The fullness. The pulse of his cock inside her.

She collapsed.

Onto his chest. Her face against his pectorals. Her body heaving. Her legs— both legs, both complete, both whole— tangled with his. She was gasping. Breathing. Trying to recover. Trying to process.

"Thank you," she whispered. Her voice was barely audible. A breath. A prayer. "Thank you. Thank you."

Raven chuckled.

He slapped her boob.

PAH—

The sound was sharp. Her breast rippled. The nipple stiffened. She gasped.

"I have never seen such a woman like you," he said. His voice was warm. Amused. Impressed. "You are too good."

She trembled.

She kissed him. On the chest. On the neck. On the jaw. On the lips. Her mouth found his. She kissed him— deeply, thoroughly, the kiss of a woman who is grateful and aroused and overwhelmed and who does not know which emotion to lead with.

"Um..."