Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1057: Chapter 1057 Guild

Even as Miku cursed him, even as she swore she hated him, every nerve, every fiber of her being was consumed by him.

She rode harder, faster, urgent beyond reason, clinging to him with every ounce of herself, lost entirely in the tempest of pleasure, domination, and undeniable need.

Ross’s hands did not pause for even a single second, roaming over Miku’s body with ruthless precision.

He toyed with her breasts relentlessly—pinching, kneading, pulling her sensitive nipples, and sucking them into his mouth between his merciless thrusts.

Each touch sent fresh shivers of pleasure coursing through her, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he expertly alternated between teasing and pressure.

Miku’s body felt simultaneously tormented and alight, every nerve ending vibrating under his control.

Her hands clutched his broad shoulders, gripping tightly as if to anchor herself against the storm of sensation consuming her.

She had no control over the rhythm; it was Ross who set the pace, dictating every rise and fall of her hips.

And yet, even as she tried to resist, her body betrayed her.

Each time she descended fully onto him, a sharp, breathless gasp tore from her lips.

"Ohhhhh..." Her voice trembled, raw and animalistic, a sound of helpless surrender as her cunt swallowed him down to the very last inch.

She had not wanted this, not like this—not wanted to feel good—but her body refused to listen.

Even as panic flickered in her mind, warning her of the dangerous pleasure, the waves of sensation began to wash over her uncontrollably.

Within mere minutes of bouncing on him, the pleasure began to build, a slow-burning heat igniting her core and spreading upward in searing pulses.

Her thighs quivered, her stomach tightened, and her chest heaved under the dual sensations of his hands and cock.

Her mind screamed that she shouldn’t feel good, yet the overwhelming tide of ecstasy left her powerless to resist.

"No! This can’t be!" she thought frantically, alarm threading through her thoughts. But it was too late.

Her body was already moving on its own, taking over with a desperate, urgent rhythm that left her dizzy.

Her hips rocketed in frenzied, blur-like motions, riding Ross’s massive cock with a ferocity she had never felt before.

She looked like a woman starved for months, her movements frenzied and wild, a perfect mix of desperation and lust.

Every tilt, every bounce, every shuddering thrust drove her closer to a peak she had no intention of reaching, yet her body demanded it.

The combination of Ross’s skilled hands on her breasts, his cock stretching her tightly, and the merciless rhythm created a crescendo of sensation that left her gasping, moaning, and trembling uncontrollably.

Her mind struggled to cling to reason, but it was slipping, melting under the relentless storm of pleasure.

Each descent onto him felt sharper, hotter, impossibly deep, and each rise left her thighs quivering with overstimulation.

Her back arched instinctively, her stomach tightened, and her chest heaved as she rode him faster, harder, with abandon.

Pak

Pak

Pak

The sounds of their bodies colliding—wet, lewd, and urgent—echoed through the room, a symphony of lust and domination.

Miku’s moans grew louder, ragged, desperate; her body moved without thought, guided purely by instinct and the overwhelming pleasure that consumed her.

Even as she cursed herself silently for giving in, for enjoying it, every inch of her being screamed for more.

Ross, meanwhile, did not relent.

His hands teased and tortured her breasts, his cock drove her higher with every thrust, and his presence dominated her entirely.

He had claimed her body, her mind, and every nerve ending screamed his name.

The longer she rode him, the more she realized she was utterly lost—lost in the ecstasy, lost in her own body’s need, and lost to the impossible allure of his touch.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Ohhhh..."

"Ughhhh..."

Miku could not hold back her moans.

They spilled from her lips in uncontrollable waves, loud and ragged, a desperate symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

No matter how hard she tried to restrain herself, her body refused to obey.

Ross’s cock, thick, unyielding, and perfectly honed to pleasure, drove her senses into a storm she had never known before.

Every motion, every thrust, every brush of his hands against her body sent currents of heat straight to her core, igniting a fire that could not be extinguished.

It was no exaggeration to say that no woman in this multiverse—no matter how skilled, experienced, or resistant—could withstand the onslaught of sensation that Ross expertly delivered.

And so, it came as no surprise that Miku reached her first orgasm since the zombie apocalypse began far faster than she ever imagined possible.

Her body arched, quivering, utterly consumed, as the pleasure tore through her with an intensity that left her breathless.

"Noooooooo!" she screamed, her voice shaking with a mix of defiance and helpless surrender.

Yet her body moved on its own, relentless, bouncing up and down on Ross’s cock with a desperate urgency. Her wet, tight, married pussy clenched and pulsed around him, spurting precious juice over his length, coating him completely from tip to balls.

Each thrust, each squeeze, each intimate grip of her inner walls pulled her further into the whirlwind of sensation.

Her mind screamed that she shouldn’t enjoy this, that she shouldn’t be giving herself over so entirely, yet her body ignored her protests.

The waves of pleasure only intensified, rolling over her in rapid succession.

Her first orgasm triggered another almost immediately, and then another, cascading through her with overwhelming force.

She gasped, moaned, and shuddered, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm that left her body a blur on top of him.

Miku’s breathing became ragged, uneven, punctuated by urgent, animalistic moans.

Her thighs quivered violently as she rode him through multiple orgasms, her cunt pulsing and clenching rhythmically around him.

Every thrust from Ross, every pinch and tug, every careful bite of his lips on her neck and shoulders only pushed her closer to the edge again and again.