Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Ahhhhh..." Reina's voice trembled, a mix of shock and unwilling arousal spilling from her lips as she felt the unyielding stretch of her pussy.

Her body was pushed to its limits, her delicate insides straining to accommodate Ross's monstrous girth.

It was as though he was remolding her from the inside, every slow thrust an unforgiving reminder of how utterly outmatched she was.

The lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room.

Pak.

Pak.

Pak.

The rhythmic slaps filled the air, an indecent cadence that made Reina's cheeks burn with humiliation.

Ross's pace quickened, his thrusts growing deeper and more forceful.

Reina's body jerked beneath him, powerless against the onslaught.

Despite the discomfort, a strange warmth began pooling in her abdomen, spreading like wildfire and consuming her resistance.

"This can't be happening," she thought, panic and disbelief warring in her mind.

Yet, her body betrayed her.

A tingling sensation started to overpower the pain, blurring the line between agony and pleasure.

It crept through her, insidious and undeniable.

Her breath hitched as her hips, acting of their own volition, lifted to meet his thrusts.

The realization horrified her.

"No… not this… I can't…" But no matter how much she tried to will herself to stop, her body refused to listen.

"Ahhhhh..." Another moan tore from her lips, louder this time, unrestrained and shameful.

Her eyes clenched shut as she bit down on her lip, desperate to suppress the sounds of her betrayal.

Her mind screamed in protest, a thousand thoughts racing.

This isn't right. This isn't how it's supposed to be. This isn't my husband!

Yet her body, traitorous and weak, surrendered to the sensations.

Reina despised herself in that moment.

She hated how good it felt, hated the heat coiling in her core, hated the way her body arched toward him as if craving more.

This was a humiliation unlike any other, and yet the waves of pleasure growing within her drowned out her shame.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, her inner conflict spiraling out of control.

She didn't want this. She didn't want him.

And yet, she was moaning like a woman lost in heat, her body welcoming what her heart and mind rejected.

"Why…?" she whispered brokenly under her breath, unsure whether she was asking herself or the man mercilessly claiming her.

Ross, of course, had no intention of stopping there. He leaned down, his lips claiming Reina's in a hard, demanding kiss.

"Mmmm…" Reina's muffled gasp betrayed her shock. For a moment, she froze, her mind struggling to process the sudden invasion of her lips.

Her instincts screamed at her to resist, to push him away, but her body had long since stopped listening.

Slowly, reluctantly, she gave in.

Her lips parted under his, and before she realized it, she was kissing him back.

The heat between them intensified, her initial hesitance dissolving into a fierce exchange.

Her moans spilled into the kiss, and in a desperate attempt to reclaim some sense of control, she matched his passion with her own, their mouths locked in a fiery battle.

When Ross finally pulled back, her lips tingled, swollen from his assault.

"Hahhhh…" Reina gasped, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding like a drum.

But Ross wasn't finished with her. Not even close.

Before she could recover, his lips descended again—this time to the tender skin of her neck.

He kissed and sucked with deliberate intensity, each motion leaving its mark on her.

His teeth grazed her flesh, and she shuddered as sharp, stinging bites sent jolts of sensation through her.

"Ahhh…" she whimpered, her head tilting back involuntarily, granting him more access.

She hated how easily her body responded, how the heat pooling in her core only grew stronger with every kiss, every bite.

Ross's lips continued their journey downward, his mouth painting her skin with red marks that stood out starkly against her pale complexion.

He took his time, his actions calculated and thorough, ensuring that no inch of her was left untouched.

The evidence of his possession trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, and even lower.

Minutes felt like hours as he worked, and by the time he paused, Reina's once-pristine skin was a canvas of his desire.

Her beautiful front was adorned with kiss marks and bite marks, each one a testament to his dominance.

She glanced down, her breath hitching at the sight. The sheer roughness of it all should have terrified her, should have made her recoil in disgust.

But instead, her body betrayed her again.

A wave of warmth flooded her senses, and a deep, guttural moan escaped her lips.

"Ahhh… Ross…" she breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and reluctant pleasure.

The stinging marks on her skin sent sparks of sensation coursing through her hypersensitive body, each one amplifying the fire burning within her.

Her thoughts were a chaotic mess.

Why am I feeling this? Why can't I stop?

She hated herself for how her body reacted, for how it craved his touch despite the turmoil in her heart.

Ross's hands roamed her sides, firm and possessive, as if anchoring her to the moment.

His lips found another spot to torment, and Reina's moans grew louder, her back arching in response.

She wanted to deny it, wanted to fight it, but the truth was undeniable: her body had surrendered completely.

The sweet torment he inflicted was unbearable yet intoxicating, each mark and kiss pushing her closer to a precipice she wasn't ready to face.
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And yet, as her cries filled the room, Reina couldn't stop herself from falling deeper into the sensations overwhelming her.

A few minutes later, Ross leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the canvas. The colors seemed to shimmer, a testament to his newfound artistic expression.

"Absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed, a wide grin splitting his face.

Ross then continued fucking her more and went even wilder than before.

The sounds of love echoed in the room as Reina became a willing participant of her own downfall.