Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 649 Too Horny [R-18]

Soon enough, everyone stirred awake, gripped by terror over the horrors that unfolded in this spot.

The world had turned into a genuine nightmare; countless lives were lost right here, yet the survivors overflowed with gratitude for pulling through.

"Are you certain you don't wish to remain here longer?" Peter inquired, his shoulder wrapped in bandages.

"Yes, we've lingered here long enough and must push ahead swiftly," Vritra responded.

"Fine, then trace the indicators on the map to reach both the Wolves and the Big Bang Colony, but stay alert—those individuals pack serious power," Peter cautioned.

Vritra gave a nod and spun toward the exit, where the other nine stood ready by the doorway.

He'd also shared some supplies with them, carrying far more than needed regardless.

Everyone at the outpost voiced their appreciation; absent his intervention, they'd all be gone.

"Time to depart—our upcoming destination is the Wolves' outpost," Vritra declared while unfolding the map for a detailed review.

Within mere instants, he etched every detail into his mind flawlessly.

The Wolves' outpost lay nearer, essential for securing mounts suited for extended journeys.

Afterward, he'd settle things with that slayer back at the Big Bang Colony.

"Can we still rely on these maps?" Teresa wondered, pondering the extent of the world's alterations.

"...Indeed, the urban areas could have shifted too. We'll stick to this route for the moment; with luck, we might cross paths with someone knowledgeable," he answered.

When it came to overpowering that faction, only those who'd advanced to the subsequent evolutionary stage could pose a real challenge to him.

Even a lone spiritual strike from him would dispatch the bulk of adversaries.

With that, the party forged onward; dusk was falling as the sun sank low.

An ideal juncture to invoke Maeve's power and vanish without a trace.

"Husband, I'm thirsty," the empress announced out of nowhere, mere minutes later.

"Oh, here you are." He promptly fetched a water flask and offered it to her, while checking with the group to see if anyone else desired some.

Yet Yennefer bypassed the flask; Vritra lifted an eyebrow, eyeing her with bewilderment.

"Is this not to your liking? Or perhaps some juice?" He retrieved another container, but Yennefer locked eyes with him before murmuring seductively:

"I want you..."

"..." He fell silent, struck dumb, and only then recalled how much time had passed since their last encounter.

Following that close call with doom, his spouses now burned with desire?

His thoughts had fixated entirely on staying alive, causing him to overlook it briefly.

Yet Yennefer, the untamed sort harboring a dominance craving, always boldly claimed what was hers without hesitation.

"Hmm, let's press on a tad further; after locating a secure haven, we can—"

The empress advanced a pace, muting him with a kiss prior to murmuring in his ear.

"No, I refuse to wait. Keep stalling, and I might simply leap on you here—I'm soaked below. I need you." Her declaration left Vritra stunned, unprepared for such intense fervor.

He scanned his wives, each returning his gaze with raw, eager hunger.

'I can pull this off, yeah? My stamina's surged by a good margin; I've definitely still got it,' Vritra mused.

Perhaps Yennefer's boldness had stirred them all, or they'd simply bottled it up until now; desire blazed plainly in their stares.

Vritra glanced back at Shitless and Onest, who trailed at some remove, and shouted.

"We'll pause here for the evening and resume at dawn."

"Another break? Haven't we just set out after the last one?" Shitless questioned, rubbing his scalp.

"Alright, let's scout a spot to settle first," Onest consented, posing no objections.

It took little time to spot a deserted structure, even if a handful of mutants lingered within.

They purged the fifth level in short order; Vritra along with his wives claimed one unit, as the pair of men seized another.

The instant Vritra bolted the door shut, his wives lunged at him like the reanimated dead.

Teresa stayed rather reserved; her initial union with Vritra came post-ceremony, a profoundly memorable debut.

Featuring only the duo in isolation.

It was intended as routine, but Yasmine sought to elevate her sibling's initiation, infusing it with extra thrill.

[A/N: I will give those chaps separately, and will inform you all once its ready.]

Vritra shed his attire and drew Yennefer in tight; she coiled her legs about his midsection, their mouths clashing in a blazing liplock.

He carried her with ongoing kisses into the sleeping quarters; this site seemed hastily vacated at the start, leaving it mostly preserved.

Despite prior ransacking by scavengers.

He pinned the empress's frame to the barrier, detecting her dampness pressing on his shaft.

Their tongues twisted together, trading spit and shifting between lips.

The remaining ladies lounged upon the mattress, each radiating stunning allure, having already stripped bare.

Vritra drew away, a grin tugging at his mouth.

"How about slipping into those outfits now?" he proposed, easing Yennefer onto the bed before withdrawing the garments.

A few came in white, the rest in green; they hugged close, notably taut over bosoms and hips.

Their pale décolletage remained on display, making them scorchingly enticing in the attire.

Every spouse bar Fiona outaged him in years, and by now even she projected notable maturity.

Their lush, curvaceous forms radiated excessive allure.

The mere spectacle had his manhood throbbing at full mast; he neared Yennefer, clad in the sergeant's garb.

"Hehe, husband, your preferences run intriguing—this is bound to thrill," Yennefer nibbled her lower lip, her generous chest battling the constricting fabric.

Vritra clutched the trousers and rent them open at her core; intimacy sans full undress carried its own spark.

He lowered himself, thumbs tracing her slick folds before sealing his lips to the heated, trembling slit.

His tongue plunged straight into the empress's constricted depths, kneading and nudging the yielding inner layers.

"Aaahhhh~"

Yennefer cried out, her core having itched since before, and at last his tongue delivered such bliss.

The other spouses could merely endure the wait, each yearning his singular focus, which only heightened their craving.

Yennefer's frame bowed skyward, his tongue delving profoundly, though sadly he couldn't elongate it.

Intra Shuffle proved unusable here, thus leaving her still craving deeper fulfillment.

Vritra sampled her nectar's sweetness, savoring the grip of her supple barriers squeezing his tongue and tugging it further.

SLURP SLURP

GULP

Her vocal cries merged with his audible efforts, as her warm, sugary flow steadily slid down his gullet.

Yet he too registered Intra Shuffle's absence, so following an extended tasting, he separated his mouth.

Yennefer met his eyes with raw desire, desperately craving his entry to sense his length buried deep.

"Husband, hnn~ p-put it in, fill me up~" she gasped through her cries, poised for their ultimate bond.

Vritra yanked her top, popping several fasteners as her smooth mounds burst forth, swaying lightly.

This display burned with intensity.

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