Evil MC's NTR Harem

Reina rocked her hips gently at first, testing the waters, her moans soft and breathy as she adjusted to his size. But with each movement, she found herself taking him deeper and deeper.

Her pace quickened, her hips moving with instinctive need, her moans growing louder as her body responded to the undeniable pleasure.

Five minutes passed, and she suddenly realized she had taken all of him. Her pussy stretched to the limit as his balls pressed firmly against her ass, the sensation of fullness leaving her dizzy with bliss.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Reina cried out, her voice breaking as pure ecstasy overtook her.

Her body quivered, her nails digging into Ross's shoulders as the pleasure built to a crescendo, her mind consumed by the intoxicating sensation of being completely, utterly filled.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

"Ohhhhhhh…" Reina's cries echoed through the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain. She was riding Ross with a ferocious intensity, her body a tempest of motion.

Kirito, paralyzed by a mixture of horror and fascination, watched from the front row. His wife, his Reina, was lost in a maelstrom of lust, and he was powerless to stop it.

Tears welled in his eyes, hot and stinging, a testament to the raw, brutal beauty of the scene unfolding before him. He saw the passion, the abandon, but also the desperation, the surrender.

"REINA! STOP!" he screamed, a desperate cry lost in the thunderous rhythm of the encounter.

The field seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their fucking.

"Pak! Pak! Pak!"

Each thud was a hammer blow, driving them both further into the depths of their desires. Reina's body arched and strained, her moans escalating in volume and intensity.

She was on that sweet familiar edge, her body trembling on the brink of release. Thirty agonizing minutes had passed, each moment a testament to the escalating heat between them. Discover hidden stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The air thrummed with the raw energy of their hot romance.

Then, with a final, shattering cry, "IKUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

Reina's body convulsed. Her muscles, once taut with anticipation, went limp. Ross's release followed, a powerful surge that sent a wave of heat through the baseball field.

"Pew! Pew! Pew!"

The aftermath was a chaotic symphony of exhaustion and release. The place hung heavy with the lingering scent of arousal and sweat.

Ross's massive cock, now throbbing with spent energy, rested against Reina's body.

A thick film of arousal coated Ross's large balls, a physical manifestation of the intense passion that had just consumed them.

Kirito remained rooted to the spot, his heart a trapped bird, overwhelmed by the powerful, brutal spectacle he had just witnessed.

Reina's naked body, a masterpiece of flushed skin and glistening sweat, slumped against Ross's chest. Her breaths were shallow, ragged gasps escaping her lips.

The aftershocks of her powerful orgasm reverberated through her, leaving her drained and on the verge of unconsciousness.

Her eyes, once alight with passion, now fluttered closed, heavy lids drooping like tired petals. The sheer intensity of the experience had taken everything from her, leaving her vulnerable and utterly spent.

Beside them, Mari sat rigid, her own body taut with a mixture of envy and suppressed desire.

Ross's cock, a source of both power and exquisite pleasure, pulsed with a lingering heat. The way it had consumed Reina, the way it had brought her to such a peak of release, ignited a fire within Mari.

It was a fire fueled by an almost unbearable longing. Her mind raced, a battleground of conflicting emotions.

She saw the bliss in Reina, the exhaustion etched on her face, and a wicked, possessive impulse stirred within her.

She wanted to claim that power for herself, to replace Reina, to experience the raw intensity of Ross's touch.

But then, a flicker of her own self-awareness, her own understanding of her place in this grand scheme, reasserted itself. Ross's desires weren't to be manipulated; they were to be respected.

"Oh? You're still here?" Ross's voice, a low rumble, echoed across the deserted baseball field. His eyes, dark pools reflecting the fading twilight, bored into Kirito.

The smirk that played on his lips was a cruel mockery of Kirito's helplessness. He couldn't help but find the man's stunned expression, the raw, unadulterated horror painted on his face, utterly fascinating.

"You're utterly useless, a pawn in a game you refused to play. You've forfeited any right to exist in this world when you forfeited the challenge, but since you inexplicably gifted me your wife in return, I'll grant you the absurd mercy of your life." He paused, letting the words hang heavy in the air, each syllable laced with disdain.

"Get lost. Reina and I, and yes, even Mari, are continuing our... happy adventures tonight. Now, shoo."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Ross gestured for Kirito to leave. He scooped Reina up, her naked form clinging to him with an unnerving intimacy, and strode away.

The field, once alive with the energy of the game, now echoed with the chilling emptiness of his departure. He'd obtained what he desired, and with brutal efficiency.

Kirito's pathetic pleas, his silent anguish, were mere background noise to Ross.

His prize, his reward, was now safely tucked away, and if that pathetic excuse for a man, Kirito Hirose, dared to return, then it would be the end of him.

Ross's laughter, a chilling sound that cut through the evening air, echoed across the field. A guttural, almost animalistic sound that seemed to mock Kirito's shattered spirit.

It was the sound of a predator relishing its victory, the sound of a man who had no regard for the rules, for the consequences, for anything except his own insatiable desires.

Kirito stood there, rooted to the spot, the weight of defeat crushing him. The laughter continued, fading into the distance as Ross disappeared into the encroaching darkness.

Kirito's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the overwhelming sense of powerlessness. He had lost not just a wife but also his daughter Ren.

He was nothing but a shattered remnant, a ghost in the machine of Ross's twisted games.