Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1020: Unconditional Love [Part 3] *

Villain Ch 1020. Unconditional Love [Part 3] *

He didn't hold back. He thrust into her with a raw intensity, his body moving with a ferocity that left them both gasping. Larissa moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back, her body arching beneath him. The room seemed to blur around him, the only thing that mattered was the heat, the desire, and the need.

He moved from one girl to the next, barely pausing for breath. He took them on the sofa, on the bed, against the wall, on the carpet, even by the window. Each new position, each new touch, reignited his desire, pushing him further into a state of primal lust. He lost himself in the pleasure, in the way their bodies moved together, in the sounds of their moans, their gasps, their cries of pleasure.

The mini bar became another spot of their frenzied lovemaking. Allen lifted Alice onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her with ferocity. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a scream of pleasure as she clung to him, her fingers gripping his hair.

By the dawn came, the room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, sheets tangled, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air. But none of it mattered. All that mattered was the rush of pleasure that seemed never-ending.

He didn't know how many times he came. All he knew was that every time he thought he couldn't go any further, they pushed him again. His body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling, every muscle aching in the best possible way.

Finally, as he reached his last wave of pleasure, Allen's body trembled uncontrollably. His breath came in ragged gasps, every muscle taut with exertion and satisfaction. He could feel his energy draining away, leaving him in a state of blissful exhaustion. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he could only hear the pounding of his heart in his ears.

He collapsed onto the bed, his limbs heavy and his mind spinning. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath.

The room was silent now, save for the soft sounds of the girls breathing heavily around him. All of them looked equally spent, their bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, their faces flushed with a mix of exertion and satisfaction.

Larissa was the first to move, crawling up beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. "That… was incredible," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with awe. Her hand found his, and she squeezed gently, her touch grounding him in the aftermath of the intense experience.

Allen managed a weak chuckle, turning his head to look at her. "You think so?" he asked, his voice hoarse and tired, but a small, contented smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Vivian, lying on his other side, nodded in agreement. "You were… amazing, Allen," she said, her breath still uneven. "I don't think any of us expected… that."

He glanced around at the rest of the girls, all of them nodding, their eyes filled with admiration and affection.

Zoe was curled up near his feet, her expression soft and dreamy. Jane was sitting up, leaning back against the headboard, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. Bella and Alice were lying on either side of him, their hands lightly tracing patterns on his chest and arms.

"We wanted to see you like this," Shea said, her voice soft but firm. She was sitting up, looking at him with tenderness. "To see you let go, to feel free. You're always so strong, so in control… we wanted you to know it's okay to be vulnerable, too."

Allen blinked. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. He had never allowed himself to be this open, this exposed. It was always about maintaining control, about being the one in charge. Yet here he was, lying amidst them, feeling completely spent and, surprisingly, content.

He could hardly remember a time when he'd felt this way—so unguarded, so free. There was a strange comfort in the way they surrounded him, their soft touches reminding him that he didn't always have to be the strong one. That he could let go, even if just for a moment.

Larissa shifted beside him. "Allen," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. "You don't have to be perfect for us. You don't have to be strong all the time. We're here for you… all of you."

Allen's breath caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to push back the swell of emotion that was building inside him. "I… I didn't know I needed this," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Vivian smiled softly, her hand slipping into his. "That's why we're here," she said. "To help you realize it's okay to be yourself with us. To let us in, to trust us. We love you, Allen. Every part of you."

He closed his eyes for a moment. It was hard for him to accept love so openly, to accept that they could care for him even when he wasn't the strong he usually was. But their sincerity was undeniable. They were offering him something he'd rarely allowed himself to feel.

Unconditional love and acceptance.

Those were two foreign things in his life.

Shea leaned closer, brushing her lips against his ear in a gentle kiss. "We see the real you," she whispered. "The you that's been hiding behind all that strength. The you that deserves to be loved and cherished."

He turned his head, looking into Shea's eyes, and then glanced around at each of the others. He had heard the saying countless times 'A loyal girlfriend is better than seven hoes.' But right now, surrounded by them who loved him for who he was, flaws and all, another thought crossed his mind.

'But in my case,' he mused, a small, ironic smile tugging at his lips, 'Seven loyal girlfriends are better than a hoe.'

He couldn't help but chuckle softly at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, a man who had always been so guarded, so determined to keep his emotions locked away, now lying vulnerable in the arms of seven women who had seen him at his most raw and exposed. And instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, he felt… complete.

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