Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 204- The Pain of Riding Hard

Her thighs pressed. Her nipples visible through the torn-open blouse fabric. Her face, the specific, open, undisguised face of soone who had been first and was watching soone else in the sa place and was feeling everything about that simultaneously.

He looked at her over Nara’s shoulder.

The purple eyes. His chin tilted. The specific, minimal, inexorable gesture.

’Co here.’

She went.

His hand, while not losing its grip on Nara, found Preet’s hip. Guided her. Not to the front — to the side. His position adjusted, the angle changing, Nara’s position adjusting with it, and now Preet was in front of the boulder, beside Nara, both of them bent over the surface, their hips at the sa height.

Two won.

Side by side.

His hand on both of them. Not fucking Preet — not yet, his cock still in Nara — but his hand at Preet’s entrance, two fingers, the specific, knowing entry of fingers that rembered where they’d been before.

"’HNGH—’" Preet’s sound. Imdiate.

PAH! PAH! At Nara.

"’AAAHN~♡—’ "

Fingers, at Preet. Moving.

"’HNMGH~♡—’"

Two won, side by side on the boulder, making sounds in the specific, uneven rhythm of two different things happening at two different paces in the sa place.

At the secondary camp—

"’I’m going to sleep,’" Celia said.

Aisha and ijin looked at her.

"’Now?’" Aisha said.

"’Yes,’" Celia said. "’Now. We should sleep.’"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"’AAAHNGH~♡♡♡—RAVEN — RAVEN my belly — it’s so full it’s—’"

"’Now,’" Celia said again.

She lay down.

On the palm mat they’d arranged near the secondary fire. She closed her eyes. She placed her arms at her sides. She was going to sleep. She had committed to sleeping. She was asleep.

From the main camp:

PAH! PAH!

"’AAAHN~♡—HNGH~♡♡—’"

Two voices. Overlapping. The specific, uneven duet of two won in two different stages of the sa event.

Celia was absolutely asleep.

Aisha lay down.

She was also asleep.

She lay on her back with her hands folded on her stomach with the specific, deliberate placent of soone who has assigned their hands a location and intends for them to remain there and is monitoring them to ensure this.

ijin did not lie down.

She sat with her weaving. In the dark. Her fingers moving through the palm strips.

From the main camp, the sounds continued — building, escalating, the specific, layered quality of sounds that had been combined and were now performing their combined effect on the night air.

ijin put the weaving down.

She did not lie down either.

She sat and looked at the trees.

’One hour in.’

He had moved them twice.

Nara was now on her back on the flat stone — the sa stone Gia had been on, the stone still warm from Gia’s body. Her legs over his shoulders. The mating press position, the one Preet knew from the beach, the maximum-depth position.

She had been inford, by her own body, what maximum depth was.

"’—RAVEN — RAVEN WAIT — you’re in my — you’re IN my BELLY — you’re — I can SEE you—’"

She was looking at her own stomach.

The specific, visible bulge of him — in the lower belly, where the shape of his cock pressed against the inside of her in the specific, impossible way that this position and this size combined to create. The skin of her belly, smooth and dark, with the specific, slow-moving impression of depth in it.

Her hands found it.

She was touching her own stomach from the outside. The specific, fascinated, horrified gesture of soone who has felt sothing from the inside and needs to verify it from the outside.

"’That’s you,’" she said.

"’Mm,’" he said.

PAH! PAH!

"’AAAHN~♡♡—I can feel it MOVE — when you move I can feel it move from the — from the OUTSIDE—’"

Preet, on the ground beside the stone, heard this.

She was receiving his attention in the specific, intermittent way of the second of three — his fingers at her, his hand leaving and returning, the specific, maddening rhythm of being given half a thing and then redirected.

"’—don’t stop — don’t—’"

"’Hold on,’" he said.

His attention went fully back to Nara.

PAH! PAAAH!

"’AAAHNGH~♡♡♡~~~!!!’"

Nara’s thighs clamped his shoulders.

Her body went the specific, locked-out rigid of soone whose every system had hit the sa button at the sa mont. Then the release — the full, imdiate release, the squirt hitting his stomach and dripping down, her body convulsing with the specific, uncontrolled quality of sothing that was happening without her participation.

"’I’m — I’m going to lt,’" she said. Not loud. The specific, private, barely-voiced statent of soone whose body had just finished processing sothing and was taking stock of what remained. "’My bones are lting. I am literally.’"

"’You’re fine,’" he said.

"’I am not fine,’" she said.

PAH.

She made a sound that was equal parts protest and sothing else.

"’I said I was fine,’" she revised.

’Two hours in.’

He had used magic.

None of them had asked him to — he hadn’t announced it. But sowhere in the second hour, when all three of them should have been past the edge of what their bodies could do, they found that they were not past the edge. The specific, impossible discovery of a body that should be empty finding reserves it hadn’t been given. Warmth that moved through the muscles like sothing being poured in, the healing quality of it, the specific, quiet maintenance of a system that was being worked hard and was being simultaneously repaired.

They knew it was magic.

They didn’t say anything about it.

The specific, unspoken agreent of people who have decided that so pieces of information are not worth processing right now.

Gia was on the ground.

Not the stone — the ground, the soft earth at the pool’s edge, her hands and knees, the specific, animal position of it. Her boobs hanging free, swinging with each thrust. The water of the pool catching the firelight and throwing it across her skin.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"’AAAHN~♡♡—AAAHN~♡—Raven — Raven my boobs are — my boobs keep—’"