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

Having been filled multiple times and reaching climax repeatedly, Yennefer collapsed nearby, catching her breath for a moment.

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

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

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

Every one of his spouses understood their opportunity would arrive shortly, so impatience didn't grip them. Besides, observing these intimate moments only heightened their arousal.

Vanessa eased him onto his back, her plush form molding against his as she positioned herself in an alluring manner.

She lowered herself into a squat, bending forward slightly, her rear descending gradually until his shaft eased into her snug folds.

"Haa, honey, I love you…" Vanessa whispered, relishing the complete sense of being filled.

Her inner walls expanded to their limits. With one hand on his chest and the other on her own thigh, she started rocking her hips.

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

Teresa observed with flushed cheeks, the display striking her as incredibly indecent.

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

At last, Fiona's moment arrived.

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

"Anngggg~"

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

Her ample chest compressed against his torso, her stiffened peaks grazing his flesh.

Her sounds of pleasure emerged subdued. The fiery-haired woman experienced every powerful plunge, the head delving far and striking precisely where it ignited her most.

And thus, the cycle persisted.

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

It didn't take long for Yasmine to participate as well. For the time being, Teresa remained a mere spectator, her debut reserved for something extraordinary.

Teresa continued watching, yet Vritra and the six ladies pressed on through round after round.

Time flew by in hours, their enhanced stamina allowing each encounter to endure longer.

Vritra found himself delaying his schedule by a full day due to his insatiable partners.

Having observed long enough, Teresa couldn't stay put any longer; she slipped away with a hasty pretext.

Her face burned hot, so she distracted herself by working on enhancements for the barrier machine blocking the snow and spores.

…

By the time midnight of the following day had come and gone, Vritra had at last overcome them all.

Yasmine had endured the longest once more, but victory was his in the end.

Following that, they drifted into sleep for the rest of the night.

Upon rising the next morning, they all 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 unique gift just for you." Vritra murmured from behind his stunning wife, encircling her waist in an embrace.

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

"Truth be told, if you're prepared, I could bring you right now." He replied, planting a kiss on her neck.

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

"Very well, off we go. And the rest of you are welcome to tag along if you'd like." Vritra added, glancing toward his other wives.

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

Once prepared, the octet soared away from the dwelling.

'Is it wise to bring Tess along?' Maeve glanced at Vritra, considering the gruesome spectacle ahead.

'…It's okay, she must adapt to such things soon. Despite my shielding, circumstances may demand tough decisions from her.' Vritra responded. Though he yearned for Teresa's continued purity, reality forbade it.

'Understood, master.' Maeve acknowledged with a nod, their exchange unfolding silently in their thoughts.

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

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

Yennefer's shock stood out the most.

Countless demons were confined there, including every one of the hundred demon lords.

"H- Husband, what is 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 and as many as you desire, in whatever fashion." Vritra grinned.

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

"Thank you, husband." She approached Vritra, wrapping him in a fierce hug.

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

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

"No worries, handle them as you see fit. All but one demon lord are present." Vritra assured, stroking her hair.

"Are you certain this won't backfire? The gods won't retaliate, will they?" Yennefer gazed at him. Though vengeance burned within her, she refused to let it burden her husband.

"Rest assured, it's all good—proceed." Vritra confirmed with a steady nod.

Yennefer agreed and faced the demons. Most quivered in terror, while others lay insensate.

The demon lords immediately identified the empress and pleaded desperately.

The majority of demons were aware of her deep-seated vendetta, the roots of her hatred, and the atrocities inflicted upon her kin.

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

A thunder-forged blade materialized in Yennefer's grip as she fixed a cold stare upon the horde.

The moment she lifted her arm, bolts of lightning crashed down upon the demons en masse.

ZRRRRRRR

The earth and atmosphere trembled fiercely, though the realm withstood the assault. As Vritra's power advanced, 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 frenzied chaos.

The demon lords suffered the worst, their rapid regeneration turning into a cruel affliction.

"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, caught off guard.

"…"

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

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

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

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

"Mmm, yes, but wait for my cue—it'll make it more enjoyable." Vritra replied. A minute later, he followed through the portal.

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