Chapter 913: One After Another (R-18)

The room was saturated with the heavy smell of sex and sweat. In the center of the king-sized bed, Vergil lay on his back, his breathing still slightly ragged. On top of him, unconscious and gloriously ruined, was Ada. She lay face-down, her dark hair spread across his chest and shoulders, her legs open on either side of his hips.

With a deliberate movement, Vergil placed his hands on Ada’s soft hips and gently lifted her. His cock, still semi-hard and completely coated in a thick layer of white semen and feminine fluids, slid out of her with a distinct wet sound.

Ploosh.

Even unconscious, a deep, hoarse moan escaped Ada’s lips.

"Mmm... V-Vergil..."

Her body shuddered, and a creamy stream of semen mixed with her own lubrication began leaking from her swollen, reddened entrance, running down her inner thighs and staining the already filthy sheets.

"What a mess," Roxanne commented dryly from beside the bed.

Without ceremony, she grabbed Ada by the shoulders and pulled her away from Vergil. The brunette’s limp body slid off the bed and dropped onto the thick carpet with a dull thud. She grumbled but did not wake, her exhausted body finding rest even on the floor.

Katharina, watching with hungry eyes, wasted no time.

She quickly knelt on the bed between Vergil’s open legs. Her light-colored eyes gleamed with desire as she looked at his imposing cock, dirty with the evidence that he had possessed Ada.

"Let me take care of that for you, my lord," she whispered, her voice a mixture of submission and pure lust.

Before Vergil could answer, she lowered her head and wrapped her warm, skilled lips around the head of his cock.

Schlllp.

She was not gentle.

It was a possessive, greedy cleaning.

Her tongue licked and curled around his cock, collecting every drop of semen and the salty, unique taste of the woman who had been there before her. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she savored the mixture, her own fingers digging into the sheets.

Vergil let out a low grunt, his head falling back against the pillows.

The sensation of Katharina’s hot, wet mouth, combined with the sight of Ada unconscious on the floor and Roxanne watching impatiently, was intoxicating.

Meanwhile, Roxanne lay down in the space Ada had occupied. She leaned back against the carved wooden headboard, spreading her legs with a confidence bordering on arrogance.

Her own wetness was already glistening through the carefully trimmed pubic hair between her thighs.

"My turn," she declared, her voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

Her dark eyes locked onto Vergil, challenging him.

Katharina released his cock with an audible pop, a thread of saliva and mixed fluids connecting her lips to the shining tip.

She gave Roxanne a look of pure disgust.

"It was supposed to be my turn, you impatient bitch," Katharina growled, but her hands were already moving.

With an expression of irritation and uncontrollable desire, she grabbed Vergil’s hard cock and guided it, without any gentleness, toward Roxanne’s soaked entrance.

"Here. Since you’re in such a hurry."

The broad head pressed against Roxanne’s swollen, ready folds.

Without any additional preparation, Katharina pushed Vergil’s hips forward.

Squelsh.

Vergil entered Roxanne in one deep, decisive movement.

She was so open and wet there was no resistance, only a complete and abrupt filling.

Roxanne held her breath for a fraction of a second, her eyes widening before a smile of fierce satisfaction spread across her face.

"Finally," she sighed, throwing her head back.

Vergil, now completely hard again from the combination of Katharina’s mouth and the tension in the room, began to move.

He did not start slowly.

The interruption, the switch, the rawness of the moment fed a dark, lustful fury inside him.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

His hips slammed against Roxanne’s at a fast, merciless rhythm from the very beginning.

The sound was loud, fleshy, obscene.

The solid frame of the bed groaned in protest with every violent thrust.

Roxanne gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she began to moan, every impact ripping a guttural sound from her throat.

"Ah! Ah! Yes! Just like that! Harder, you bastard!"

Katharina, kneeling beside them, watched with parted lips, her own hand sliding between her thighs.

But she wanted more.

Her large, heavy breasts, with hard, erect nipples, bounced with every movement of her body.

"Vergil..." she moaned, her voice a thirsty whine. "Please... mine... don’t ignore mine..."

Vergil, his face a mask of fierce concentration, glanced at her for a second.

His blue eyes, usually so cold, were incandescent with lust.

With one hand that had been gripping Roxanne’s hip, he seized one of Katharina’s breasts hard.

Squeeze.

She cried out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He squeezed the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into it before pinching and pulling her dark pink nipple.

"Ahhh! Yes! Like that!" Katharina screamed, leaning closer to offer him more.

Vergil divided his attention between them.

A series of deep, fast thrusts into Roxanne, who was now screaming curses and pleas in an uninterrupted stream, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

Then he would turn toward Katharina, massaging and pinching her breasts with a brutality that brought tears of ecstasy to her eyes, or shoving his fingers into her open mouth so she could suck them greedily.

Schlop, slap, squelch!

The sounds mixed together into a symphony of depravity.

The air was hot and thick, difficult to breathe.

Roxanne was getting close to her limit.

"I’m going to come! I’m going to fucking come, keep going! Don’t stop!"

Vergil increased the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more savage.

The sound was now a continuous wet drumming.

Papapapapap!

"COMING!"

Roxanne’s scream tore from her throat.

Her body arched violently, her inner muscles contracting in chaotic spasms around him, trying to milk him.

It was enough.

The pressure in Vergil’s lower back exploded.

With a growl rising from deep in his chest, he buried himself completely inside Roxanne and let go.

Pump-pump-pump-gush.

He could feel the hot spurts flooding her already soaked interior, mixing with her fluids.

His hips spasmed as he emptied his seed deep inside her.

He remained there for a moment, panting, before slowly pulling out.

Ploosh.

A fresh stream of white, creamy liquid began leaking from Roxanne’s thoroughly used pussy.

Katharina, her eyes glazed and her hand soaked between her legs, stared at Vergil’s cock, still hard and coated in a fresh mixture.

She licked her lips.

"Now..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "...now it’s really my turn."

Vergil let out a low, rough laugh, a sound that made Katharina’s stomach twist with anticipation.

His eyes, still burning with the fire of his recent release, fixed on her with a possessiveness that promised both pain and pleasure.

"Now it’s your turn, is it?" he repeated, his voice rough as a saw in the heavy air.

Before Katharina could answer, he grabbed her by the blonde hair, not with blind brutality, but with an authority that allowed no disobedience.

With one smooth, powerful movement, he pulled her out of her kneeling position and threw her onto her back on the bed.

Thump.

She bounced on the mattress, her heavy breasts swaying, a moan of surprise and excitement escaping her lips.

Vergil positioned himself between her open legs, his imposing body hovering over hers.

His cock, still gloriously hard and shining with Roxanne’s fluids, pulsed in the hot air.

He did not go straight for penetration.

Instead, with a calculating look, he took his cock in one hand and began rubbing the broad, wet head across Katharina’s swollen, soaked folds.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

The sound was deliberately slow, teasing.

The head of his cock slid over her swollen clit, over her throbbing entrance, spreading the already abundant wetness and mixing the tastes of Ada and Roxanne with her own.

Katharina arched her back, a long, tortured moan leaving her throat.

"Vergil... please..." she begged, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice neutral as he continued the torturous movement.

The tip pressed against her entrance, promising entry, only to slide upward again and lightly tap her clit.

Tap. Tap. Schlick.

"Please... give it to me... I need your cock..." she moaned, her hips trying to lift so she could trap him inside, but his broad hands on her hips held her firmly in place.

"Need what? Say it clearly."

Another pressure.

Another withdrawal.

Squelch...

"I NEED YOUR COCK! Your hard cock inside me! Please, husband, please fuck me! Fill me! I’m begging you!"

The words spilled out in a desperate stream, tears of frustration and desire mixing with the sweat on her face.

A satisfied, dark smile touched Vergil’s lips.

"Begging so nicely... how could I refuse?"

With one hand still holding his cock, he aligned the head with her entrance.

This time there was no teasing.

Only pure determination.

He thrust inside.

SQUELCH-SPLORT!

The sound was different—louder, wetter, almost a splash.

Katharina was so absurdly aroused, so swollen and full of fluid, that Vergil’s sudden, complete entry—a brutal and perfect filling—triggered an immediate and violent physical reaction.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH, GOD! YES! YES!"

It was not merely an orgasm.

She squirted.

A hot, transparent jet of feminine fluid burst out of her, soaking Vergil’s lower abdomen, her own pubic hair, and the already drenched sheets.

Ssssshhht!

The sound was one of hydraulic relief, of pure uncontrollable physical release.

Her body convulsed beneath him, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

Vergil stopped, buried completely inside her, feeling the wet spasmodic contractions around him as he watched her lose all control.

The sensation was incredible—the heat, the sudden flooding, the hysterical moans now escaping her.

"Holy shit..." Roxanne muttered from the edge of the bed, watching with wide eyes and a hint of envy in her voice.

As soon as the first wave of spasms began to fade, Vergil started moving.

He gave her no time to recover.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

His thrusts were deep and powerful, taking full advantage of the extreme lubrication her own body had provided.

Each impact was now accompanied by a dirty, soaked sound.

Squish-slap! Squelch-slap!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! So good! So fucking good!" Katharina screamed, her nails scratching his back, her legs locked around his waist like a vise.

The first orgasm had not ended.

It had simply transformed into a continuous, overwhelming current of pleasure.

She was being taken brutally and without ceremony, and she loved every second of it.

"Is this what you wanted?" Vergil growled, his ragged breath hot against her ear. "To be filled? To be used?"

"YES! YES! Use me! I’m yours! Your whore, your bitch, your wife! Come inside me, please, mark me again!"

She was delirious, her words a mixture of submission and command.

Vergil increased the rhythm into a furious gallop.

The bed slammed against the wall with a dangerous cadence.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Squelch!

Katharina screamed without stopping, her body drawn into a tight arch of ecstasy.

She had already squirted again, a smaller but still significant release.

The pressure inside Vergil built quickly and relentlessly.

The sight of her completely destroyed by pleasure, the sounds she made, the feel of her pussy—soft as velvet yet clenching him like a wet fist—was too much.

With one final guttural growl, he buried himself to the balls and exploded.

GRUNT! PUMP-PUMP-PUMP-GUSH!

This time his ejaculation seemed even more intense, flooding her already soaked interior and filling every hot fold.

He could feel the warm liquid overflowing, mixing with her fluids where their bodies met.

He collapsed over her, his weight crushing her as he panted.

Katharina wrapped herself tightly around him, whispering words of adoration and possession into his sweaty neck.

The room smelled of sex, sweat, salt, and pure animal exhaustion.

On the floor, Ada grumbled in her sleep.