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

Chapter 701: Chapter 701 - Royal Cum Dumpster

The other black man moved.

He was between her legs. His hands were on her thighs— spreading them, holding them. His face was near her pussy. His breath was warm on her labia. His fingers went to the lips. He spread them. The pink inner flesh was visible— glistening, the spit and the juice mixing.

He slapped her ass.

PAH—

Her body jerked. Her ass rippled— the pale flesh bouncing, the cheek reddening. Her legs kicked. But the other man’s hand— M’baku’s— was on her jaw, holding her head, holding his cock in her mouth. She could not move. She could not escape.

He lifted her leg.

Over his chest. Her calf was on his shoulder. Her thigh was against his chest. Her pussy was open— the angle different, the opening tilted, the access easier. He positioned himself. His cock— ten inches, dark, the head purple— pressed against her entrance.

"Ah, she is really good," he said. His voice was smooth. The predator’s voice. "Tight. The lips are tight. The entrance is tight. She has not been fucked enough. The king has been neglecting her."

He slapped her ass again.

PAH—

The cheek bounced. The flesh rippled. The red handprint was darkening.

He pushed.

PAH—

"AAAHH—!!" Viviana screamed. The sound was muffled— the cock in her mouth, the shaft filling her throat. But the scream was there. The vibration of it traveled through the cock, through M’baku’s hips, through his body. "MMMMMPPHH—!!"

He pushed deeper.

His cock slid in. Inch by inch. The head stretched her walls. The shaft followed. Her pussy was tight— the walls gripping, the muscles clenching, the body resisting. But the cock was relentless. It pushed. It stretched. It filled.

"She is tight!" the black man said. His voice was surprised. Pleased. "Tighter than any woman I have had in this kingdom! The king has not been fucking her enough! This pussy is almost virgin!"

He thrust.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"MMMMMPPHH—!! MMMMMPPHH—!! MMMMMPPHH—!!"

Viviana’s screams were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her body jerked with each thrust— her breasts bouncing on her chest, the nipples stiff, the flesh rippling. Her hands were in the sheets— gripping, tearing, the silk coming loose. Her legs were spread— one on the man’s shoulder, the other on the bed, the toes curling.

The king watched.

He stood by the bed. His cock was out— seven inches, pale, hard. His hand was on it. Stroking. Slowly. His eyes were on the woman. On the two men. On the cocks— one in her mouth, one in her pussy. On her body— the bouncing breasts, the trembling thighs, the stretched pussy.

He moved.

He went to the bed. He knelt. He took Viviana’s hand— the hand that was pushing at M’baku’s hip, the hand that was trying to push the cock out of her mouth. He took it. He wrapped her fingers around his own cock.

He moved her hand.

Up. Down. The skin sliding beneath her fingers. The pre-cum leaking from the head— clear, slick, running over her knuckles.

"Indeed, she is," the king said. His voice was calm. Conversational. The voice of a man who is enjoying a show. "The most marvelous woman you can have. I told you. She is the best."

M’baku laughed.

He slammed his cock into her mouth. Deep. The head went into her throat. She gagged. Her throat convulsed around the head. Her eyes rolled.

"HNNNGHH—!!" she choked. The sound was not a moan. Not a scream. A choke. A gag. The sound of a woman whose throat is being fucked.

He fucked her mouth.

His hips moved. His cock slid in and out— past the lips, past the teeth, into the throat. The rhythm was fast. Hard. The bed creaked. Her head was held— his hand on her jaw, his fingers on her skull. She could not move. She could not escape. She could only take it.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"MMMMMPPHH—!! MMMMMPPHH—!! HNNNGHH—!!"

The other black man fucked her pussy.

His hips moved. His cock slid in and out— the shaft stretching her walls, the head hitting her cervix. The sound was wet— SCHLUK SCHLUK SCHLUK— the sound of a cock in a tight, wet pussy. Her juice was flowing— the body responding against the mind, the walls lubricating, the passage slickening.

"Her pussy is getting wet!" he said. His voice was amused. "She is crying but her pussy is enjoying it! The body knows what it wants even when the mind does not!"

He was right.

Viviana’s internal thoughts:

’I am wet. My body is wet. My pussy is— it is lubricating. It is responding. I do not want it. I do not want this. But my body— my body is betraying me. The cock is so big. So thick. It fills me. It stretches me. The king’s cock is seven inches. This is ten. The difference— the difference is— it is hitting places the king has never reached. It is pressing against something inside me. Something that— that feels—’

"AAAAHH—!!"

She screamed. Not from pain. From the realization. From the sensation. From the thing that was building in her stomach, in her pelvis, in the place where the cock was pressing.

The king moved.

He went to her chest. His hand went to her breast. He groped. He kneaded. His fingers sank into the pale flesh. His thumb found the nipple— dark, stiff. He pressed. He rolled it.

Milk leaked.

A thin, white stream. From the nipple. Onto his fingers. He stared. He leaned down. He sucked. His mouth found the nipple. He sucked— the milk, the skin, the flesh. The warm, sweet liquid filled his mouth.

"Hmm," he groaned. His mouth was on her breast. His cock was in her hand. "She is lactating. She is still producing milk. Even after three years."

He sucked harder.

The milk flowed. Thin. White. It ran from the nipple, over his lips, down his chin. He swallowed. He sucked. He bit. The nipple was between his teeth— the flesh stretched, the milk forced out by the pressure.

"Please—" Viviana sobbed. Her voice was muffled. Broken. The cock in her mouth, the cock in her pussy, the mouth on her breast. "Please— it hurts— my body— it hurts— please—"

They did not stop.

They fucked her. All three of them. The king sucking her breast. M’baku in her mouth. The other in her pussy. Three men. Three cocks. Three sets of hands. On her body. On her breasts. On her ass. On her thighs. On her face.

They drank. Wine. Milk. They poured wine on her chest. They sucked it off. They poured wine on her pussy. They licked it. They poured wine in her mouth. They kissed her. They poured wine on the cocks. They fucked her with the wine as lubricant.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"MMMMMPPHH—!! AAAAHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!! NNGHH—!! HIEKKK—!!"

The night was long.

They fucked her in every position. On her back. On her stomach. On her side. On her hands and knees. They bent her. They twisted her. They folded her. They picked her up and held her in the air and fucked her from below. They put her on the table and fucked her from the edge. They put her against the wall and fucked her standing.

They came inside her. In her pussy. In her mouth. On her face. On her breasts. On her stomach. On her ass.

The seed was everywhere— white, thick, running from every hole, pooling on the silk sheets, dripping onto the floor.