Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1164 Ancestors

Sabrina’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the underside of his thick, throbbing fifteen-inch cock, starting from the base where Miku’s mouth worked hungrily and gliding upward in a teasing swirl.

Together, they worshipped him—Miku sucking deeply at the swollen head, lips stretched wide, while Sabrina licked and lapped along the veined shaft, her hand gently cupping and massaging his heavy balls.

Their tongues occasionally met, sliding against each other in wet, heated friction as they shared him, a silent agreement forming in the heat of the moment.

Ross’s low groan above them only spurred them on, the sound vibrating through the air like a promise of what was to come.

A little while later, the opulent bedchamber had transformed into a haze of raw, unbridled passion.

Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the moonlight, leaving only the golden flicker of candles to dance across sweat-slicked skin.

The air was thick—scented with jasmine oil, musk, and the unmistakable aroma of unrelenting desire.

Every breath carried the sounds of ecstasy: wet skin meeting skin, gasping pleas, and the deep, rhythmic creak of the massive four-poster bed.

”Ahhhhh... Ross, please...!” Miku cried out, her voice a high, trembling soprano as another climax tore through her slender body.

Her long raven hair clung to her damp forehead and spilled over the pillows like liquid silk.

Her delicate hands clutched desperately at the sheets, knuckles white, as her back arched off the mattress.

”Ohhhhh... God, yes... harder!” Sabrina moaned beside her, her tone richer, huskier—a sultry alto that vibrated with need.

Her ripe full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples peaked and glistening from Ross’s earlier attention.

One of her legs was hooked over his broad shoulder, the other trembling around his waist as he drove into her with deliberate, powerful strokes.

”Ughhhh... fuck, you two are perfect,” Ross growled low in his throat, his muscular frame towering over them both.

Beads of sweat traced the hard lines of his chest and abs, catching the candlelight like liquid gold.

His dark eyes burned with hunger as he surveyed his two lovers—both extraordinarily beautiful, both completely his in this moment.

Miku and Sabrina were visions of feminine perfection: Miku with her lithe, almost ethereal grace—porcelain skin, almond-shaped emerald eyes, and a body that seemed built for sin despite its delicate appearance; Sabrina with her voluptuous curves, sun-kissed olive skin, full lips painted crimson, and wild auburn waves that framed her face like a lioness in heat.

Any lesser man would have been utterly spent trying to satisfy even one of them, let alone both at once.

But Ross was no lesser man.

He had always surrounded himself with beauty—women who turned heads wherever they went, who craved the kind of dominance and stamina only he could provide.

Years of indulgence had forged him into something more than human in the bedroom: tireless, intuitive, commanding.

He knew exactly how to angle his hips to make Miku shatter with a keening wail, how to slow his pace just enough to draw tortured whimpers from Sabrina before surging forward again and sending her spiraling into another orgasm.

He moved between them seamlessly, never leaving either wanting for long.

One strong hand gripped Miku’s narrow waist as he thrust deep inside her, feeling her tight heat pulse around him as she came yet again—her tenth, or perhaps twelfth; she’d lost count hours ago.

With his other hand, he teased Sabrina mercilessly—fingers circling her swollen clit, pinching and soothing until she bucked against his palm, begging incoherently for him to fill her again.

When Miku finally collapsed in a quivering heap, breathless and oversensitive, Ross withdrew slowly—drawing a disappointed whine from her lips—and turned his full attention to Sabrina.

He flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength, pulling her hips up until she was on her knees.

She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a scream of pleasure as he entered her from behind in one long, claiming stroke.

Miku, still dazed, watched through half-lidded eyes as Ross took Sabrina with primal intensity—his hand fisted gently in her long hair, arching her back as he pounded into her.

The sight alone sent fresh sparks of arousal through Miku’s exhausted body.

She crawled closer on trembling arms, pressing soft kisses along Ross’s flexing thigh, then higher—tasting Sabrina on him, drawing deep groans from both of them.

Time lost all meaning.

Orgasm after orgasm crashed over the women like endless waves—Miku reduced to soft, broken sobs of bliss, Sabrina growling curses and prayers in equal measure.

Ross never faltered, his rhythm relentless yet controlled, his own release held back until he decided both women had been thoroughly, completely claimed.

Finally, as the candles burned low and the first hint of dawn crept around the edges of the curtains, Ross allowed himself to let go.

With a guttural roar, he spilled deep inside Sabrina while Miku clung to his side, kissing his neck and murmuring breathless praise.

The three collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and damp sheets—two beautiful, utterly spent women curled against the chest of the man who had conquered them both, body and soul.

Ross smirked into the dim light, one hand idly stroking Miku’s hair, the other resting possessively on Sabrina’s hip.

He was already planning the next round. Three breaths later and he was hard as a rock again.

Ross did not relent until both women were utterly spent, their bodies limp and glowing with the aftermath of endless pleasure.

He drew out every last tremor, every soft whimper, coaxing one final, shattering climax from each of them before finally allowing the frenzy to ebb.

Miku was the first to surrender to sleep.

Her delicate frame curled against his side, raven hair damp and tangled across his chest, her breathing slow and deep as she slipped into absolute bliss.

Sabrina held out a little longer, her fiery spirit clinging to consciousness even as her eyelids fluttered.

She pressed lazy, reverent kisses along Ross’s jaw and throat, murmuring breathless words of adoration until exhaustion finally claimed her too.