Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Hmm… That's more like it," Ross murmured, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

The sight of the two women, once proud and defiant, now reduced to this, fueled Ross's ego.

He leaned back slightly, letting them take the lead as they scrambled to please him.

Their fear of Althea had driven them to this point, but Ross knew that soon enough, fear would give way to something else entirely. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

Reina, her face flushed with humiliation, began to move more boldly. Her tongue traced along the veins of his cock while her hands stroked him in a steady rhythm.

Mari, though still slightly hesitant, mirrored Reina's movements, her lips wrapping around the base as she sucked lightly.

"Good," Ross said, his voice a deep rumble. "You're learning."

Reina and Mari exchanged another glance, their expressions a mix of resentment and resignation. But they didn't stop.

Their hands and mouths continued to work, their movements becoming more synchronized as they focused solely on pleasing him.

For Ross, the power he held over them was intoxicating. The sight of the once-proud women now utterly at his mercy only heightened his sense of dominance.

He reached down, tangling his fingers in Reina's hair as he guided her movements, his other hand gripping Mari's chin to tilt her face up towards him.

"Open wider," he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind.

Mari obeyed instantly, her lips parting as she took him deeper into her mouth. Despite her repeated attempts, she couldn't succeed. However, her efforts were truly commendable.

Reina, not wanting to be outdone, followed suit, her tongue swirling around him with newfound fervor.

Ross let out a low groan, the sound sending a shiver through both women. "That's it," he said, his tone laced with approval. "Keep going." They stayed in this position for a substantial amount of time before Ross moved on to level up the game.

"That's enough. I want your pussy around my cock now," Ross commanded, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority.

For a moment, silence hung in the air. The two women, Mari and Reina, had spent the last several minutes worshipping him as if he were some divine figure.

Yet, despite their earlier compliance, his demand sent a palpable wave of tension through the room.

Ross walked away, hopped unto the bed, and then leaned back like he owned the world, a relaxed but expectant expression on his face, as if he already knew what their responses would be.

Mari and Reina exchanged a glance. Fear flickered in Reina's eyes, her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her dress. She took a hesitant step forward, then froze.

"Please, don't," Reina finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears welled up in her eyes, her words cracking under the weight of her emotions.

"I'll do anything—anything else—but just not that."

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she tried to steady her breathing.

She had only ever been with one man—her husband—and the thought of giving herself to someone else, especially like this, was a nightmare she could hardly bear.

Reina wasn't naive.

She knew the situation was spiraling out of her control, but desperation kept her clinging to the hope that she could avoid this.

Ross didn't answer right away. He simply looked at her, his expression unreadable. His silence, however, was more unnerving than any words he could have spoken.

Before Reina could say more, movement beside her drew her attention. Mari had already risen to her feet, her face set in grim determination.

Without a word, she grabbed the thin fabric of her blouse and tore it away, leaving herself bare. Her hands moved quickly, discarding the rest of her clothing until she stood completely naked before Ross.

"I'm sorry, boss," Mari said, her voice steady, though there was a faint edge of resignation to it.

She climbed onto the bed with practiced ease, positioning herself over him. At five-foot-five, with an hourglass figure, her generous breasts and wide hips were impossible to ignore.

She was the embodiment of Ross's preferences, a fact she seemed keenly aware of.

Unlike Reina, Mari held no illusions. The man she'd married and eventually divorced—the only man she had ever trusted—had shattered her heart with his infidelity.

That betrayal had left her hardened, resigned to the idea that trust and loyalty were luxuries she could no longer afford.

But her willingness to comply wasn't just about her past. The vivid memory of Althea's punishments was still fresh in her mind, the pain seared into her very being.

She had no desire to endure such agony again.

"I'll do what you want," Mari murmured as she settled on top of Ross. Her movements were hesitant at first, but she forced herself to meet his gaze, determined to see this through.

Reina stood frozen, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of dread and helplessness. Her mind raced, torn between the instinct to run and the knowledge that there was nowhere to go.

As Mari began to move, Ross finally broke his silence.

"Good girl," he said, his tone laced with satisfaction.

"I'm dead," Mari thought as she wrapped her trembling hand around Ross's massive cock. Its size and heat made her heart pound in her chest, her fingers barely able to close around its girth. She swallowed hard, steeling herself for what was to come. Slowly, she began to lower herself, her thighs quivering as the broad head pressed against her entrance.

Her breath hitched, and her body tensed as she took the first plunge.

"Ughhhhhhh!" she groaned, the sound escaping her lips unbidden. Her pussy stretched impossibly wide, her body struggling to accommodate his size. The sensation was a potent mix of pleasure and discomfort, leaving her gasping.

She paused, her instincts telling her to pull up and ease herself back down in slow, measured movements to adjust. But Ross had no intention of giving her such control.

He was excited to taste his fresh slaves and that was exactly what he did next.

Thud!