In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 142: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - The Double Feast (Part - 4)

Chapter 142: (R-18) [Chapter - 142] - The Double Feast (Part - 4)

I pulled out, the wet suction noise loud and obscene in the quiet room, a testament to how thoroughly I had stretched her. Belladonna gasped, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, rosy hue that clashed beautifully with the dark velvet of the chair. She looked wrecked, her hair plastered to her forehead, her eyes unfocused, but I wasn’t letting her rest. Not yet.

I grabbed her left ankle, my grip firm, and lifted it high. I hooked her leg over my shoulder, pressing her calf against my neck.

"Flexible," I noted, my voice rough as I admired the severe angle. "Let’s see just how deep we can go."

With one leg hooked over the high arm of the chair and the other pulled straight up by my shoulder, she was splayed wide open, her most vulnerable parts displayed for my consumption. The geometry of it was brutal; it aligned her pelvis perfectly to take every inch I had to offer.

I didn’t hesitate. I drove back in.

Belladonna screamed—a raw, primal sound that had nothing to do with her royal affectations and everything to do with the animal inside her.

"Leo! It’s too deep! You’re... you’re touching my heart!"

"I’m touching everything," I growled, ignoring her plea for mercy.

I wrapped my arm under her elevated knee, locking her in place, effectively trapping her against the chair. I leaned forward, my chest pressing against the sole of her foot, using my body weight to drive myself deeper with every increment. I could feel the ridges of her internal walls smoothing out under the pressure, accommodating the invasion.

I looked down. The sight was incredible. The sheer size of me inside her was visible externally; I could actually see the faint, shifting outline of my cock pushing against her lower belly as I bottomed out. It was obscene. It was perfect.

"Look at that," I said, poking the small bulge in her stomach with my free hand. "That’s me inside you. Right there."

Belladonna looked down, her eyes widening in a mix of horror and absolute delight. She traced the shape with a trembling hand. "Monster..." she breathed, the word shuddering out of her.

"Your monster."

I leaned in and bit her inner thigh, sinking my teeth into the sensitive skin right near her labia. She convulsed, her vaginal walls clamping down on me like a hydraulic vice grip, trying to crush me. The sensation was electric.

I kept the pace steady, punishing. I didn’t rush. I used long, slow strokes that prioritized friction and fullness, grinding against her cervix at the apex of every thrust. I wanted to stretch her, to remodel her insides until they fit only me, until the memory of this depth was etched into her muscle memory. Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that the Bandit Queen was just another conquest in my collection.

"Leo... please... I can’t take more..." she sobbed, but her hips were bucking against me, contradicting her words. She was chasing the pain, addicted to the fullness.

"You can," I whispered against her ear. "And you will."

I gave her three final, bone-jarring thrusts that shook the heavy chair against the floorboards, extracting a final, broken wail from her throat, before I pulled out completely.

I didn’t give her time to recover. I scooped Belladonna up into my arms. She clung to me instinctively, wrapping her legs around my waist and burying her face in my shoulder, limp as a ragdoll. I carried her back to the massive bed where Seraphine was watching us, her hand lazily stroking herself between her thighs, her amber eyes heavy with lust.

"Break time’s over, Empress," I said, dumping Belladonna onto the mattress next to her.

Belladonna groaned, rolling onto her side, but Seraphine was already sitting up, crawling towards me like a predator who smelled blood.

I laid down in the center of the bed, spreading my legs, occupying the space like a king. "Seraphine, you know what to do. Belladonna, get up here. Face me."

Seraphine didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled down to my crotch immediately, her movements fluid and practiced. She’d had a taste before, but now, stripped of her noble burdens, she was addicted. She looked at my erection—still standing tall, veined and glistening with Belladonna’s fluids—as if it were a holy relic.

At the same time, Belladonna dragged herself up the bed. She positioned herself over my face, her knees resting by my ears, hovering her hips right above my mouth.

"Feed," I commanded.

Seraphine’s mouth engulfed my cock. It was warm, wet heaven. She bobbed her head, sucking with the enthusiasm of a woman who knew her station depended on her performance. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the slit, before taking the full length down her throat.

Above me, Belladonna lowered herself. Her pussy was right there—soaking wet, swollen, radiating a heat that I could feel on my cheeks. The scent was intoxicating; musk, sweat, and sex.

I buried my tongue in her.

She tasted like victory.

I licked deep, swirling my tongue flat against her clit while Seraphine worked my shaft below. The sensation was overwhelming—a stereo assault on my senses that threatened to overload my System. Above, Belladonna moaned, a low, guttural sound, grinding her face against mine, her hips twitching uncontrollably as I found her rhythm. Below, Seraphine was humming against my skin, the vibration traveling down my dick and straight into my spine.

I reached up, grabbing Belladonna’s ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide. I didn’t stop at her pussy. I moved my tongue lower, tasting her asshole, making her yelp and buck her hips up.

"Yeah," I mumbled against her wet flesh, pulling her back down. "Take it."

I reached down with one hand, finding Seraphine’s face. I hooked my thumb into her cheek, pulling her mouth wider, finger-banging her mouth while I devoured Belladonna. It was a chaotic loop of pleasure. They were competing now—Seraphine sucking harder, tightening her throat every time Belladonna moaned above me, trying to prove she was the better servant, the more devoted lover.

Belladonna’s juices dripped onto my face, mixing with my saliva. Seraphine’s saliva coated my cock. I was drowning in them, surrounded by the softest, most dangerous women in Auravale, and they were completely at my mercy.

"Enough," I grunted, my voice muffled by Belladonna’s thighs. I was getting too close. The Endless Stamina perk kept me hard, but the sensation was spiking too fast. I needed to burn some energy. I needed to dominate something.

I pushed Belladonna off my face, watching her tumble to the side, dazed. I gently kicked Seraphine away from my cock, ignoring her whine of protest.

I stood up, towering over them like a colossus, my shadow falling across the bed.

"Seraphine. Up."

She scrambled to her feet, wobbly, her hair a golden disarray around her shoulders, her lips red and swollen from her efforts. She looked at me with total obedience.

"Jump."

She didn’t question it. She leaped, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I caught her easily, my hands gripping her ass cheeks, digging into the soft flesh. I didn’t brace myself. I didn’t need to.

Strength Stat: S-Rank.

The System numbers flashed in my mind, a reminder of exactly what I was capable of. I wasn’t just a man; I was a unit of physical perfection.

I aligned my cock with her entrance, balancing her weight effortlessly. I thrust upward.

Shhh-thunk.

She gasped, burying her face in my shoulder, her nails digging into my back. "Leo... you’re holding me... you’re not even shaking."

"I could hold you all night," I said, and I meant it.

I started to walk. Every step was a thrust. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

I paraded around the room, fucking the Empress in mid-air. Belladonna watched from the bed, pushing herself up on her elbows, her eyes wide with awe and jealousy.

"This is what real power looks like," I told them, my voice booming in the chamber. "I carry the world, I can carry you."

I stopped in the center of the room, near the balcony doors where the moonlight spilled in. I began to piston my hips, holding Seraphine’s entire weight with just my forearms. My biceps flexed, veins popping against the strain, but to me, it felt like nothing. I drove into her hard, lifting her slightly with each thrust to maximize the impact, letting gravity pull her back down onto me.

"Harder!" she screamed into my ear, her hot breath tickling my neck. "Don’t drop me!"

"Never."

I spun around, the centrifugal force driving me deeper, making her cling tighter to avoid being thrown off. It was a display of absolute dominance. I was the pillar, the unshakeable foundation of this harem. I felt her internal muscles gripping me, trying to hold on, trying to anchor herself to the only solid thing in her world.

My legs burned. It was a good burn. A reminder that I was alive, that I was winning. But I was ready to finish this. I needed to mark them both one last time.

I walked over to the heavy oak vanity table near the balcony doors, sweeping the expensive perfumes and brushes off with one arm. The clutter crashed to the floor, irrelevant.

I lowered Seraphine onto her feet but kept her bent over the table.

"Face down. Ass up."

She complied instantly, arching her back, presenting that magnificent, pale ass that had once sat on high cushions in the Lord’s Keep. Now, it was just waiting for me.

"Belladonna," I barked, looking over my shoulder. "Get over here. Next to her."

Belladonna scrambled off the bed, running across the room without a shred of shame. She bent over the table beside Seraphine, looking at me expectantly.

Two perfect, round asses. One pale and noble, belonging to the woman who used to rule this city. One tan and exotic, belonging to the woman who used to terrorize it. And now, they were lined up like a buffet.

"The finish line," I growled.

I stepped behind Seraphine first. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the flesh until I felt the hip bones, and slammed into her from behind.

Clap!

"Yes!" she shrieked, her head knocking against the mirror.

I pulled out and shoved into Belladonna, seamlessly switching targets.

Clap!

"Oh god!" Belladonna cried, bracing herself on the table.

I alternated. Seraphine. Belladonna. Seraphine. Belladonna. One thrust each. I was a piston, a machine of conquest, moving between them with a rhythm that left no room for thought. I grabbed a handful of hair from each of them, pulling their heads back so they had to look at themselves in the large vanity mirror.

"Look at you!" I roared, forcing them to witness their own debasement. Their reflections were wild, flushed, eyes rolling back, mouths open in silent screams. "Bitches in heat! Who do you belong to?"

"Leo!" they screamed in unison, their voices cracking. "We belong to Leo!"

I settled on Seraphine for the finale. She was the primary target, the one whose arc I had just closed, the one I needed to seal permanently. I buried myself in her, hilt-deep, feeling the familiar warmth envelop me. I reached out and grabbed Belladonna’s hand, dragging it over.

I forced her hand between Seraphine’s legs.

"Touch her! Rub her!"

Belladonna obeyed, her fingers working Seraphine’s swollen clit while I pounded her from behind. The combination was too much. The friction, the fullness, the added stimulation from the woman she had once plotted with—it broke her.

"I’m cumming! I’m cumming!" Seraphine wailed.

Her walls convulsed, clamping down on me in a chaotic spasm. That was the trigger. I felt the roar build in the base of my spine, a tidal wave of pressure that demanded release.

"Take it!" I shouted.

I erupted. It wasn’t a stream; it was a deluge. I pumped load after load of thick, potent seed deep into Seraphine, filling her womb, branding her with my DNA. The System flared white in my vision, notifications likely scrolling by, but I couldn’t read them. I didn’t care.

I didn’t stop until I was dry, my legs shaking, my breath coming in ragged tears. I stayed there for a long moment, leaning my entire weight on Seraphine, who was collapsed on the table, sobbing with pleasure. Belladonna had slid to the floor, her legs having finally given out, panting against the table leg.

Slowly, agonizingly, I pulled out. A mess of fluids leaked from Seraphine, pooling on the polished wood of the vanity table, mixing with the spilled perfume.

I stepped back, and my legs finally turned to jelly. The adrenaline crash hit me all at once. I collapsed backward onto the thick rug, staring up at the painted ceiling.

"Leo!" Belladonna crawled over, her face filled with concern, but I waved her off with a heavy hand.

"I’m fine," I wheezed, a grin spreading across my face despite the exhaustion. "Just... recharging."

Seraphine slid down from the table, her legs useless, and crawled over. They both curled up against me—Seraphine on my right, Belladonna on my left. A tangle of limbs, sweat, and satisfaction.

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