Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 727 Teresa's Torture [R-18]

Before long, Teresa had orgasmed several times. Ordinarily, with so many engaging him at once, Vritra's focus would be divided.

However, Teresa was about to command his undivided attention. He kissed her passionately, his mouth taking hers as he focused on her nipples.

Though he maintained a gentle approach, the sheer intensity of the pleasure became almost unbearable for Teresa.

Nevertheless, she persevered, her significantly enhanced physical body proving a great asset.

After a short while, she felt the distinct twitch within her.

Vritra thrust deeper as Teresa inwardly clenched even tighter, her eyes shutting in anticipation of the climax erupting within her.

SPURT SPURT

With a final, forceful push, Vritra drove himself entirely into her, releasing a thick torrent of warm semen.

"Mmmmm~" Teresa moaned, biting into his shoulder as the sensation engulfed her.

An abundant flow poured into her, her womb saturated with his essence, a silent hope for conception blooming within her.

Yet, she understood the difficulty, recognizing that if it were simple, his other wives would already be with child.

Pulsating waves of warmth filled her core, expanding her from within while his tip remained buried deep.

As he concluded, Vritra drew back slightly, finding deep satisfaction in filling his beloved wife.

A look of utmost contentment and serene bliss graced Teresa's features, accompanied by a delicate smile.

He lowered his head, bestowing a passionate kiss and embracing her form, his member still nestled within her.

"Ready for round two?" he inquired, inhaling the sweet fragrance radiating from her.

"Haa… J-Just let me rest for a m-moment… hnnnn~" Teresa responded, a slight shift causing a tremor to run through her as he remained inside.

His arousal remained unwavering. Her internal grip was so intense, maintaining its hardness under the overwhelming pleasure.

"Very well," Vritra agreed, settling his weight upon her.

"Honey, those gods… they won't resort to any foul play once we've secured victory, will they?" Teresa asked, attempting to shift her thoughts.

Even with his cock still deep inside her, the question lingered, her body unconsciously tightening, pulling him further in.

"Who can say? Such beings are untrustworthy. However, Divine must have made contingency plans. Our task is simply to win and expose their transgressions on our world," he replied, his lips finding the delicate skin of her neck for a tender nibble.

"...Yes, once we win this match. I fear we'll face even greater perils. There's no way those gods will remain inactive," Teresa added.

Regardless of the path ahead, she resolved to protect her family now; other considerations seemed secondary.

Some beings, like Magna, the gods themselves, and many others, undeniably deserved retribution.

"Indeed, but we shall confront those challenges when they arise. Let's return to what we were doing," Vritra suggested, beginning to withdraw his cock.

Her inner walls clung with such tenacity that, for a fleeting moment, he nearly lifted Teresa's lower body along with his retreat.

Vritra let out a chuckle. Despite their conversation, her body had not relaxed; her vagina remained intensely constricted and aroused.

Retreating until only the tip remained submerged, Vritra drove himself back inside.

The combined moisture – her natural lubrication and his previous release – created a slick passage, allowing Vritra to move rhythmically.

Soon, the chamber resonated with Teresa's soft moans, the devoted goth baddie brought to climax repeatedly.

And Vritra continued to pour his essence into her.

Meanwhile, Magna entered a separate chamber. This time, however, the individual within unexpectedly opened his eyes.

"Tsk, how did he detect us?" Magna mused, though not with frustration; the acquisition of superior abilities only served his purpose.

"Clones, subdue him!" he commanded, stepping back.

He briefly considered the possibility of converting Vritra himself into a clone, deeming it the ideal outcome.

Such strength would negate the need for his current method of accumulating clones.

But to achieve that, Magna would require a considerably larger force.

"I wonder where they are now. I hope I don't encounter them anytime soon," Magna pondered, his recollection of Vritra's group's appearances not entirely sharp.

Controlling a clone from a distance often resulted in a somewhat obscured visual feed, and since that particular clone had been eliminated, he could not review its final memories.

'No matter. I'll gather more clones first. When I inevitably meet him again, I'll be prepared.' Magna was lost in these thoughts when suddenly, the target of his clones began to emit a brilliant light.

"Huh? What is he doing— Wait, he's attempting to self-destruct—" Magna was caught completely unprepared.

BOOOOOOM

The massive detonation obliterated the clones instantaneously, reducing the room to rubble and initiating a chain reaction of destruction that spread to adjacent chambers.

This catastrophic event, however, succeeded in alerting the other inhabitants, who streamed out of the structure, signaling the imminent commencement of a brutal conflict.

Magna had intended for a discreet operation, but fortune had abandoned him.

"Don't kill or overly injure them, just ensure they're unconscious," he yelled, staying back.

His own life wouldn't be risked in combat; if the clones perished, he could simply make his escape.

"Who in the blazes are you people?" one of the men bellowed upon seeing an overwhelming number of identical figures.

"W-Why do they all resemble each other?" another stammered, a hint of fear creeping in as they were clearly outnumbered.

After a moment of shared glances, half of their group chose to flee, scattering in various directions and abandoning the rest.

"Hahaha, this is perfect! Now, this will be simple. Seize them all; not a single one must escape!" Magna commanded. He then looked into the distance, noticing that most of the structures had already vanished.

"Hmm, there's a building far off. I should investigate that as well," he chuckled, his clone count now exceeding forty.

Magna's power had significantly surged subsequent to eliminating everyone in Renko city.

Before long, he had completely assimilated all the individuals present.

Their forms were encased in bloody cocoons, initiating peculiar transformations.

Soon, they too would become his clones, including the women.

"Hmm, let's wait a bit before proceeding there," Magna decided. He inquired of a clone and learned there were ten individuals within that building.

For a fleeting moment, Magna pondered if it could be *them*, but the notion of them traveling such a distance so swiftly was impossible.

Even he had managed it thanks to a unique treasure discovered earlier, but its value was so immense it could only be used once.

And Magna had utilized it by accident.

Therefore, once his army was fully prepared, he intended to assault that building.

…

Vritra and Teresa remained intertwined for numerous hours.

They ceased only for brief rests when Teresa could endure no more, prompting Vritra to allow his wife a respite.

Yet, he remained within her, poised to resume when her strength was fully replenished.

Several hours passed, during which he had entered her dozens of times, before they finally separated to partake in a meal.

Vritra's intention was to indulge Teresa so thoroughly over these two days that she might require assistance to even walk steadily afterward.

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