Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 618 A Nice Present [R-18]

Once she had been filled multiple times and reached orgasm repeatedly, Yennefer collapsed to one side, taking a moment to recover.

Her stomach bulged with his warm seed, a sensation she savored deeply.

Even before Vritra's member could soften fully, Vanessa grabbed it and stroked firmly.

Feeling it stiffen within her hand, she grinned and adjusted her position gently, keeping her nipple between his lips.

Every one of his wives understood their opportunity was approaching, so patience ruled among them. Besides, observing these moments only heightened their arousal.

Vanessa eased him downward, her plush form molding to his as she settled into a tantalizing pose.

Lowering herself in a squat while bending ahead, her rear descended gradually, allowing his shaft to glide smoothly into her snug folds.

"Haa, honey, I love you…" Vanessa whispered, relishing the complete fullness.

Her inner walls were stretched to their limits. With one hand on his torso and the other on her leg, she started rocking her hips.

Each thrust saw Vanessa's backside engulf his length entirely, her cries echoing louder.

Teresa observed with flushed cheeks, the display appearing utterly indecent.

Soon enough, Vanessa's depths were brimming with his release.

At last, Fiona's moment arrived.

Vritra tugged her closer by the arm, their mouths locking in a fervent embrace. He flipped them over, pinning her yielding figure beneath him, his erection nudging at her opening.

"Anngggg~"

In a flash, his entire manhood vanished deep within her, and then Vritra commenced thrusting rhythmically.

Her ample chest compressed against his frame, stiff peaks grazing his flesh.

Her sounds emerged subdued. The fiery-haired woman sensed every powerful plunge, the head delving far and striking perfect points.

And thus, the pattern persisted.

Every woman received Vritra's essence before pausing briefly to recuperate.

Before too long, Yasmine joined the fray as well. For the present, Teresa remained a spectator, saving her initial encounter for something unique.

Teresa observed the action for some time, yet Vritra and the six ladies kept cycling through rounds endlessly.

Time slipped away for hours in that manner, their enhanced stamina allowing each session to extend further.

Due to his insatiable spouses, Vritra even delayed his schedule by a full day.

Having viewed the spectacle for a stretch, Teresa couldn't stay put any longer; she departed with a fabricated reason.

Her face burned hotly, so she occupied herself enhancing the barrier device that blocked the snow and fungal particles.

…

By the time past midnight on the following day arrived, Vritra had at last overcome them all.

Yasmine had endured the longest once more, though ultimately, he triumphed.

Following that, they slumbered through the rest of the evening.

Upon rising the subsequent morning, everyone cleaned up and clothed themselves.

Vritra shared details of the surprise awaiting them, though they'd need to hold out until evening to witness it.

"Yenni, I've arranged a particular gift just for you." Vritra murmured from behind his stunning spouse, encircling her midsection with his arms.

"When do I get to view it?" she inquired, melting back against his embrace.

"Truthfully, if you're prepared, we can head there right away." He replied, planting a kiss on her nape.

"Really? Then let's head out!" The empress pivoted, sealing her lips to his in a tender peck.

"Very well, let's depart. Oh, and the rest of you are welcome to tag along if you'd like." Vritra added, glancing toward his other partners.

Maeve was already aware of Vritra's intentions, remaining composed, whereas the others buzzed with intrigue.

Once prepared, the octet soared from the dwelling.

'Is it truly okay for Tess to witness that spot?' Maeve glanced back at Vritra, considering the gore that lay ahead.

'…It's okay, she must adapt to such realities soon. Despite my shielding, circumstances may demand tough decisions from her someday.' Vritra responded. He truly wished for Teresa's purity to endure, but the world offered no such mercy.

'Understood, master.' Maeve acknowledged with a dip of her head, their exchange unfolding silently in thought.

The group halted just beyond the home, whereupon Vritra summoned a gateway linking straight to a domain within his spatial tome.

With curiosity piqued, they ventured through, their gazes expanding in astonishment immediately.

Yennefer stood particularly stunned.

Numerous demons languished captive there, including every one of the hundred demon lords.

"H- Husband, this…?!!" Yennefer stammered, at a loss for words.

"I vowed to aid you in eradicating every demon, so I've gathered them here. Feel free to eliminate any or all as you desire." Vritra grinned.

Having ascended to demi-god status, she could hunt and slay them independently with ease, yet the empress remained deeply moved.

"Thank you, husband." She approached Vritra, wrapping him in a firm embrace.

She had been willing to abandon even her lifelong ambition for him, but he never demanded such sacrifice.

Old recollections surfaced, prompting a quiet sigh from her. Fortunately, she had acknowledged her error and refused to let arrogance hinder her pursuit of Vritra.

"No issue at all, handle them in whatever manner suits you. All but one demon lord are present." Vritra assured, stroking her hair.

"Are you certain this won't spark issues? Those gods won't retaliate, will they?" Yennefer queried, meeting his eyes. Though she yearned to massacre the demons, she refused to burden her husband with the fallout.

"No worries, proceed freely." Vritra affirmed with a comforting nod.

Yennefer agreed and faced the demons. The majority quivered in dread, while others lay insensate.

The demon lords swiftly identified the empress and pleaded desperately.

Most demons were aware of her vendetta, the roots of her loathing, and the atrocities inflicted upon her kin.

Terror gripped them utterly, yet begging was their sole recourse—no escape or counterattack possible.

A thunder-forged sword materialized in Yennefer's grip as she fixed a frosty stare upon the demons.

The moment she lifted her arm, bolts crashed down upon the entire horde.

ZRRRRRRR

Tremors rattled the earth and atmosphere fiercely, though the domain endured. As Vritra's power amplified, so did the potency of his abilities.

Lightning assaulted every demon abruptly. Naturally, this strike wouldn't end them; she intended no swift mercy.

While his remaining wives observed, the torment commenced, demons scattering in frenzy.

The demon lords suffered most severely, their rapid regeneration turning into torment.

"Looks like this will drag on for some time." Vritra observed briefly before pivoting to declare:

"Mom, Fiona, Diana, let's head elsewhere."

"Where to?" Fiona queried, taken aback.

"…"

Vritra merely smiled, conjuring a fresh portal and inviting them inside.

Posing no further inquiries, the trio crossed the threshold and vanished.

Yennefer remained engrossed in dispatching the demons, as Teresa, Maeve, and Yasmine simply spectated.

"Master, shall we join as well?" she proposed, her lovely features alight with a grin.

"Mm, yes, but wait for my cue—it'll enhance the enjoyment." Vritra suggested. A minute later, he followed through the portal.

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