Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1862: One Round isn’t Enough
Chapter 1862: One Round isn’t Enough
Villain Ch 1862. One Round isn’t Enough
The words cracked through the haze like thunder. The little plastic dice, the scattered cards, the smug mechanics of Dominion of Desire—all of it was instantly irrelevant. Nobody cared about rules anymore. Nobody cared about turns. There was only him.
Allen leaned back on the couch, his breath heavy, one hand sliding deliberately to the waistband of his undone pants. His thumb hooked into the zipper and tugged it down the rest of the way. The sound of the metal teeth parting was louder than it should’ve been in that room, scraping along their nerves.
And when he pushed the fabric aside—
When his cock sprang free, hard and veined and angry with neglect—
The room gasped in unison.
Shea moved first.
Of course she did.
She crawled across the rug without hesitation, sweat shining on her bare shoulders, her bra long discarded, leggings gone. She looked like a hungry athlete chasing her trophy. Her hand wrapped around him instantly, fingers trembling, and she whispered, “Finally…” before her mouth swallowed him whole.
Allen groaned. Loud. Raw. His head dropped back against the cushions, veins popping at his throat.
The girls froze, then shifted forward, mesmerized by the sight.
Shea bobbed eagerly, lips stretched, spit trailing down her chin as she pumped with her hand and took him deeper, gagging and loving it.
Allen’s hand fell to her head. He didn’t push. He didn’t need to. She went faster on her own.
The sound filled the villa—wet, obscene, punctuated by Allen’s ragged groans.
“Good girl,” he muttered, voice shredded with restraint. “Always first. Always greedy.”
Shea moaned around his cock, the vibration making him buck his hips.
Vivian actually whimpered, nails digging into the leather arm of the chair. “I can’t just sit here—”
“Then don’t,” Allen growled, eyes snapping open, dark and feral now.
Vivian crawled across the couch, straddled his lap in one smooth motion, her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips attacking his like she’d drown without them. Shea only growled possessively, sucking harder as she shifted to the side, letting him slide free with a messy pop.
Now it was Vivian grinding against him, panties shoved aside, her slick heat smearing against his cock as she panted into his mouth. “You’re killing us,” she whispered, biting his lip.
Allen gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and thrust upward. Not slow. Not teasing. Hard.
Vivian screamed—sharp, choked—her nails raking down his back. “Yes—god, yes—”
The sound of his hips slamming against her echoed through the villa, rhythm fast, punishing, all the patience from before gone. He was unchained now, feral, every thrust his declaration that the game was his.
Shea slid back up, kissing his chest, licking sweat from his throat as Vivian bounced on him. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.
“I’m not,” Allen snarled, driving up into her again, harder, until Vivian collapsed against him, sobbing pleasure into his ear.
Then Zoe was there. Half-naked, trembling, her eyes glazed. She slid down beside him, kissed his jaw, then his lips, then trailed down his chest. Her hands rubbed his abs, her mouth tasting every inch.
When Vivian finally tore herself off, panting and quivering, Zoe climbed on without hesitation. She sank down on him with a strangled cry, thighs shaking, head rolling back.
Allen’s hands clamped on her hips and he took control, thrusting up into her, deep, relentless. His groan filled the room, raw and unfiltered. “Zoe—fuck—you’re tight—”
Her answer was a scream that turned into a moan, her nails scratching his chest.
The others weren’t watching anymore. They were joining.
Larissa’s robe slipped from her shoulders. She moved behind Allen, kissing his neck, licking the sweat there, whispering filth into his ear as Zoe rode him. “You’re losing it, aren’t you?” she purred. “I like you like this. Wild. Hungry.”
His only response was to thrust harder. Zoe collapsed against his chest, screaming his name, begging.
Bella slid between his legs, licking him even as Zoe bounced, sucking at the base of his cock, kissing his balls, moaning like she was drunk on the taste.
Allen’s body shook. His abs clenched. His cock throbbed inside Zoe, wet and hot, while Bella’s mouth worked below.
He groaned—loud, animalistic—and growled, “Switch.”
Zoe barely managed to pull off before collapsing sideways onto the rug. Bella replaced her instantly, guiding him inside her with a scream that broke into laughter. “God—you’re too much—”
He didn’t let her ride at her pace. He grabbed her thighs, slammed her down, then thrust up again and again, faster, harder, until her breasts bounced wildly and she lost her voice moaning.
Alice was next. She climbed onto the back of the couch, bracing herself, pulling Allen’s head up to her chest, pressing his mouth to her nipple. He bit it, sucked it, growled into it, his tongue circling like he was trying to devour her.
“Fck, fck, fck,” Alice moaned, grinding against the leather, one hand in his hair, forcing him tighter against her.
Jane, meanwhile, had abandoned restraint. She straddled his face without permission, grinding down until his tongue filled her, her moans sharp and desperate. “Ah—yes—Allen—don’t you dare stop—”
And still he thrust into Bella, body flexing like a machine, sweat dripping down his chest, his arms, his hair sticking to his temples.
Azura was the last to break. Shy little Azura, trembling in the corner, pillow clutched to her chest.
But the sight—the sounds—the smell—
She snapped.
She crawled forward, naked now, tears at the corner of her eyes from pure need. “Please,” she whispered. “I can’t—please—”
Allen’s eyes locked on hers.
And his smirk returned.
He pulled Bella off with a groan, his cock glistening, dripping. He grabbed Azura’s wrist and pulled her onto his lap, lining her up.
She gasped when he pushed inside her—slow at first, then faster, harder, until her shy whimpers turned into screams that shook the walls.
He kissed her throat, bit her ear, groaned into her hair. “Azura—you’re perfect.”
And she shattered in his arms, nails digging into his back, sobbing with pleasure.
But he didn’t stop.
Not with her.
Not with any of them.
Because one round wasn’t enough.
