Evil MC's NTR Harem

"I see you've been experimenting with your newfound abilities," Ross remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers trailed lower, teasing Althea's soaked folds.

He didn't need long before his fingers were coated in her slick arousal, a testament to her excitement.

Her body betrayed her eagerness, and Ross's grin widened as he realized how much she craved what was coming.

Althea bit her lip, her crimson eyes hazy with desire as she tilted her hips, inviting more of his touch.

"How could I not?" she murmured, her voice trembling with pleasure.

"You've changed everything—our bodies, our souls. I'm just lucky enough to sense the changes while the others remain blissfully unaware. And it's incredible, Ross. Beyond anything I could have dreamed. I feel unstoppable—stronger, faster, and now I can bend the elements to my will as if they're nothing more than obedient servants. How did you do this?"

Her words came in gasps as Ross's fingers explored her with deliberate skill, heightening her pleasure with every movement.

Her body rocked instinctively, pressing herself closer to him, silently begging for more.

Ross smirked, his free hand gliding over her curves possessively.

"It's a secret, my love," he said, his tone playful.

"If I told you everything, where would the mystery be? The surprises? You'd grow bored of me, and I can't have my goddess losing interest. What would I do if you left me?"
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Althea's laughter turned into a soft moan as Ross slipped a single finger inside her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her head fell back, and her breathing quickened.

"Never," she managed to say, her voice shaky but resolute.

"I'd be a fool to leave you, Ross. You've given me power, purpose, and pleasure beyond anything I could imagine."

Her words broke into a series of melodic moans as Ross moved his finger, testing her sensitivity.

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhhh…"

Althea's body trembled, every nerve alive with sensation.

She teetered on the edge of release, her moans turning desperate as she bucked her hips against his hand.

Just when she was about to fall over the edge and come, Ross withdrew his finger, leaving her gasping and trembling with unfulfilled need.

Her crimson eyes snapped open, a playful pout on her lips as she glared at him.

"Don't tease me, Ross," she said, her voice thick with frustration and longing.

Ross chuckled, his hands moving to cup her ample bosom. He kneaded the soft mounds, his thumbs flicking over her taut nipples.

"Tease you? Never," he replied with a sly grin.

"I'm simply building anticipation. The best pleasures are worth waiting for."

Althea groaned, both exasperated and captivated by his touch.

"You're impossible," she murmured, but the corners of her lips twitched into a smile.

"Yet here you are," Ross whispered, his tone low and teasing, "unable to resist."

Althea could only moan in agreement as her body surrendered to his skillful ministrations, every touch stoking the flames of her desire higher.

The promise of what was to come hung heavy in the air, and for Althea, there was no greater pleasure than the anticipation Ross masterfully cultivated.

"Ohhhhh…" Althea groaned, her body trembling as Ross continued his relentless teasing.

Her breathing was ragged, her body burning with need.

She felt Ross mount her from behind, his strong hands gripping her hips as his bare skin pressed against hers, sending waves of electricity through her.

Her heart skipped a beat when she felt the thick, monstrous head of his cock press against the slick entrance of her pussy.

It was impossibly large, kissing her folds with a teasing nudge, applying just enough pressure to make her ache with longing.

But Ross held back, refusing to push further. It was maddening, and Althea knew it was deliberate.

"Ross…" she whimpered, her voice cracking with desperation.

Instead of answering, Ross leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over her ear.

His hands roamed her body, sliding up to cup her breasts.

His touch was firm yet gentle, a perfect balance that left her craving more.

He kneaded her soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples before pinching them lightly.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ahhhh…"

"Ahhhhh…"

Althea moaned, her back arching as her body surrendered to his touch.

The teasing, the anticipation—it was driving her insane.

Her thighs quivered, her pussy clenching around nothing as her arousal dripped down her legs.

She tried to push back against him, desperate to feel him inside her, but Ross's hands held her firmly in place.

"Please, Ross!" she begged, her voice thick with need.

"Fuck your bitch already! I'm ready—I've been ready for you! My pussy belongs to you, Ross! It's yours to take whenever you want!"

Her words spilled out in a frantic rush, her desperation laid bare.

"I'll grip your cock so tight you'll never want to leave. Just please… please, I need you!"

Ross chuckled, his deep, resonant laugh vibrating against her skin.

"Patience, my love," he murmured, his lips brushing against the back of her neck.

"Good things come to those who wait."

He continued his slow, torturous dance of foreplay. His hands slid down her body, caressing every curve, every dip, every inch of her skin.

His lips followed, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck and shoulders.

Althea's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath him as he kept her teetering on the edge of bliss without letting her fall.

Her nails dug into the sofa, her knuckles white as she tried to ground herself against the overwhelming sensations.

Time seemed to blur as Ross worked her body with maddening precision.

Every touch, every kiss, every brush of his fingers was deliberate, designed to drive her closer to the brink.

Finally, when her pleas turned into incoherent cries of desperation, Ross decided to grant her wish.

"Bang!"

With one powerful thrust, Ross slammed his hips forward, burying his cock inside her in one swift motion.

"Yes!" Althea screamed, her voice breaking as her body arched in ecstasy.

Her pussy welcomed him eagerly, clenching around him like a vice.

True to her promise, her inner muscles worked tirelessly to milk his cock, squeezing him with an intensity that made Ross groan in satisfaction.

"Good girl," Ross growled, his voice low and husky as he began to move.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.

Ross's hands returned to her breasts, his fingers tugging and rolling her nipples as he pounded into her.

The combination of sensations was overwhelming, driving Althea to heights she'd never imagined.

Her moans turned into screams of pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.

Her body trembled, her toes curling as she felt herself spiraling out of control. She clung to the sofa, her nails raking down its soft surface as he pushed her closer to the edge.

"Ross!" she cried out, her voice raw with passion.

"Don't stop! Please don't ever stop!"

Ross smirked, his pace unrelenting.

He drove into her with a ferocity that left her breathless, his cock stretching and filling her completely.

He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body shaking as she reached her peak.

"Come for me, Althea," Ross commanded, his voice dark and commanding.

And she did. Althea screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing as pleasure consumed her.

Her pussy clenched around Ross, milking him with desperate fervor as she rode out her climax.

But Ross wasn't finished. He kept moving, his thrusts steady and relentless, driving her into another wave of pleasure before she had even recovered from the first.

Althea's mind went blank, her body surrendering completely to the man who owned her in every way.

Althea grasped a piece of heaven in this moment, as she had countless times before and she'd never tire of feeling this amazing rush of bliss.