Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1625. One Emperor Seven Mad Demonesses [Part 1]

Bella was last.

And she didn’t rush.

She simply climbed up on the table, silent as death, and crawled over him until she was curled up right on his chest like a fox lounging on her favorite pillow.

Then she looked up at him with those glowing eyes.

“I don’t want the throne,” she whispered. “I want you.”

Allen exhaled—slow, steady.

His hand raised. Fingers ran down Bella’s spine, then across Shea’s thigh, over Zoe’s arm, and brushed Alice’s lips.

“You’re all insane,” he murmured.

They smiled.

“So are you,” Larissa said behind him. She was the last to climb up.

And she didn’t touch him at first.

She stood close—too close.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she reached out and gripped his jaw, tilting his face up to hers—not gently, not harshly, but with absolute control.

Everyone stilled.

Allen looked at her, gaze unreadable, caught between amusement and something darker.

Larissa leaned down, her nose brushing against his, her breath a whisper across his lips.

“That’s for making me lose control in front of everyone,” she murmured, voice like velvet over a knife.

Then her grip softened.

And she kissed him.

Not sweet.

Not soft.

But deep. Possessive. Fierce.

Like she wasn’t asking for him.

She was taking him.

Allen’s fingers flexed on the table.

Larissa kissed like a queen who hadn’t fed in weeks—like she wanted to devour the soul behind the lips. Her hands weren’t shy; they slid into his hair, pulling just enough to make him react. Her thigh brushed between his, teasing friction, deliberate pressure. The cold of her armor pressed to his chest, and the faint metallic taste of blood still lingered between their mouths.

He let her do it.

For a moment.

Then—

Allen grabbed her.

One sharp pull and she was in his lap, her back arched as his hand gripped her ass, fingers digging in. The other hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose her throat.

Her breath hitched.

The others froze.

Allen’s mouth didn’t return to her lips.

It went lower.

He kissed along her jaw, slow and heated, dragging his teeth across her pulse point. And then, right there at her collarbone—where a smear of blood had dried from earlier—he licked it.

Larissa’s whole body shivered. A sound left her mouth—half gasp, half growl.

“You’re not the only one who wants to take,” Allen murmured, voice a low, sinful purr. “I’m just better at it.”

He pushed her back with one hand—gently, but forcefully—laying her down along the edge of the war table like a dark offering. Her legs hung over the edge, breath short, lips parted. She wasn’t resisting. Not at all.

Vivian watched, heat crawling up her spine. Her thighs clenched, eyes wide, chest heaving like she’d just run a mile. “Oh hell.”

Jane licked her lips and stepped closer, her hand dragging across Allen’s shoulder. Her fingers came back sticky with blood—Mol’Drath’s maybe. His. Hers. She didn’t care. She brought it to her lips and sucked it clean, slow and obscene.

“Mmm… metal, ash, and sin,” she whispered. “Delicious.”

Allen turned his head just enough to catch her eye, his grip still firm on Larissa’s thigh. “You want blood?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Crave it,” Jane whispered, sliding up beside him.

Without a word, Allen reached up, sliced a thin line across his own shoulder with a flick of his fingernail—no spell, no dramatics. Just a simple cut. Clean. Red.

Jane’s eyes widened.

He held her gaze as the blood welled up and dripped.

She leaned in.

One slow, hot lick.

From the wound up his neck, her tongue trailing flame across his skin.

Allen growled under his breath. The sound wasn’t human. It rumbled in his chest and made the table vibrate.

Zoe was done waiting.

She approached from the other side, slipping behind him like a shadow with hips. Her arms wrapped around him, and her fingers splayed over his chest.

“You’re warm,” she whispered, pressing her body to his back. “Even after all that. Like something still burning inside.”

He reached behind him, found her thigh, and gripped it hard—pulling her tighter to him. Zoe gasped, letting her teeth graze his shoulder as her hands slid under his shirt, nails trailing upward.

“Do you know what I want to drown in, Allen?” she breathed.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“You.”

Alice, still calm, stepped in like a queen late to her own coronation. Her hands didn’t touch—not yet—but her eyes did. And when she finally moved, it was just one finger. Across his jaw. Down his throat. Along the wound Jane had licked.

“Even now,” she said softly, “you’re sinfully handsome.”

Allen smirked. “Flattery.”

“No,” she murmured. “Fact.”

Then she leaned down, and without breaking eye contact with him, she licked a stray trail of blood off his chest—slow, reverent.

Bella was already crouched by his leg, her fingers running up his boot, over his calf, her eyes glowing gold with desire she didn’t even bother hiding.

“I don’t want to dominate you,” she whispered. “I want to curl up around you. Let the monster you are devour me while I smile through it.”

Allen looked down at her, hand trailing into her silver hair.

“You’ll do more than smile.”

She trembled.

Shea was last now, but she didn’t approach fast. She sauntered. Like a siren stalking her prey in shallow water. Her melody slipped from her throat again, barely audible but enough to make Allen’s body tighten.

She knelt in front of him. Didn’t speak. Just rested her cheek on his thigh and looked up.

He watched her.

Watched all of them.

Then stood.

All movement stopped.

He moved with grace and purpose. The blood on his hands made his fingertips sticky, and when he touched them to Jane’s lips again, she whimpered.

He walked around the table slowly, stopping at each girl like a collector inspecting art.

At Vivian, he grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth—sucking the blood off like she owed it to him.

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