Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion Chapter 320 - A Loose-Pussed Lady in a Frenzy

It was no longer a protest. Her body overruled the objection completely; her mouth had opened for objection but found sothing arriving through the opening that was not objection-shaped. Her hands — which had been raised at shoulder level ready to push — found his chest instead. They pressed against it. They did not push.

The three mouths moved together.

They felt wet and warm with running water all around. The layered presence of all three tongues in close proximity — Veronica’s and Frau Müller’s finding each other occasionally alongside his — surprised Frau Müller when her tongue encountered a different tongue than expected, the warm soft feel of another woman’s.

Saliva.

It ran warm and thin — the three-mouth accumulation flowing from the corners and down chins along with the water, shaless and unmanaged because three mouths occupied a space that was not large enough without considerable intimacy in the process.

He pulled back.

All three sets of lips parted with wet reluctance, still connected by a thin thread that caught the light of the shower for half a second before the water dissolved it.

The sounds of three people breathing filled the booth.

They breathed rapidly and shallowly. The synchronized breath ca from three bodies that had been doing sothing together and were now assessing what had been done.

Frau Müller’s hands were still on his chest.

She was not pushing.

Her hands rested fully on his abs, fingers reading the ridges of them with involuntary curiosity because she had forgotten what she was originally doing with them.

His cock.

It rested between Veronica’s thighs where it had been for the last several minutes — now fully, significantly, emphatically much larger than when it had arrived there. It felt thick and hard and fully erect, heavy with the weight and length of sothing far beyond cucumber size, pressing against her from the front and pressing against the inside of Frau Müller’s thigh from the other direction.

Frau Müller felt it.

The warm hard presence registered sowhere very obvious against the inside of her thigh. Her thighs tried to close instinctively.

The gap between them was him.

"What is—" Her voice sounded stripped and uncertain about what she was touching. Her thighs pressed in and found that the thing between them was warm and hard and very present and not moving at all. "What is this?"

"Please prepare yourself, ma’am," Raven said.

His voice stayed warm, pleasant, and conversational — the sa voice he had used in the hall to discuss healing thods with a blind composer.

She pressed her thighs harder.

The pressure made everything worse as her thighs squeezed against the full length of him and felt every centiter against the soft inner skin of her thighs while the warmth registered imdiately everywhere inside her.

"Veronica," she said.

"Mm," Veronica said from where she was pressed against his other side.

"What is that."

"You know what it is."

"I would like to hear you say it."

"No you wouldn’t," Veronica said.

He began to grind.

His hips moved forward and back in slow rocking motion, his cock working between the combined warmth of both won’s thighs simultaneously, the pressure of Frau Müller’s thick thighs from behind and Veronica’s from the front letting his cock receive full warm double-sided friction with running water all around.

Both won made sounds.

Frau Müller’s moan arrived involuntarily. It was the unprepared sound of her body reacting as the inner surface of her thighs received a large warm moving hard thing while those thighs were still residually sensitized from the finger-fucking and the orgasm and the whole preceding afternoon.

Veronica’s moan arrived with warm familiarity, the sound of a woman for whom this was known territory and who welcod it fully.

The grinding continued. The water kept running. The sounds of the booth filled the air.

His hands stayed at both asses. He gripped them fully, both palms pressing and releasing with the rhythm of the grinding. Her ass felt full, thick, heavy, and soft-fleshed as it moved under his hand, jiggling with the motion, the considerable weight responding to the grip with warm yielding flesh that had never been gripped like this and was receiving the experience with the comprehensive honesty of a body past the stage of managing its own responses.

He reached a decision.

It ca flat and unhurried; he had chosen.

He released Frau Müller’s waist.

He bent his knees slightly.

He found Veronica’s hips with both hands — both palms closing on her hips with certain intent because he had made up his mind about the next five minutes.

He lifted her.

Veronica ca up off the floor of the booth with clean effortless strength, her legs wrapping around him with practiced imdiacy because they had done this before. Her weight rested easily in his hands — not heavy to him, the certain feel of carrying soone who trusted you to carry them.

"Let ," he said, "start with this beautiful lady."

Veronica’s eyes looked over his shoulder at Frau Müller. They shone with warm amusent, the look that said you are about to have an educational experience.

Frau Müller reached forward.

Her hands found — not him. They found the back of Veronica. The searching motion showed her hands locating Veronica’s back in the air, feeling the warm living skin beneath her palms.

"Veronica—" Alarm filled her voice. "What are you doing? Are you — you’re in the air. Why are you—"

"Support ," Veronica said.

The request ca direct and warm and real because she needed this.

Frau Müller’s hands moved instinctively to support her — finding Veronica’s lower back, finding her hips, positioning themselves where they would do the most structural good with warm attentive care.

She realized what she had her hands on.

The realization hit from the position of her hands and the position of Veronica in the air and the position of Raven in front of her and the warm hard still-present length of him between them.

"You an—" Horror thinned her voice. "He’s right here and you’re going to—"

He pushed Veronica down.

Veronica’s body descended onto him with wet slick imdiacy because she had been ready for this since the shower started.

Her pussy found him and took him with practiced open reception, the way a woman’s body does when it has built a strong working relationship with this particular situation.

"AAHH—!! RAVEN—!!"

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’R-Raven—!? Isn’t that her husband—’