Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1626. One Emperor Seven Mad Demonesses [Part 2]

At Zoe, he grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her close, his lips brushing hers. “You want me to drown?” he asked.

“I want to sink,” she whispered.

He kissed her. Hard. Then let her go.

At Alice, he didn’t speak. He just pulled her close, bit her neck gently—then whispered, “You taste like ruin.”

Larissa, still laying across the table, arched up as he returned to her. His hand slid under her armor, found skin.

She cried out—sharp and needy.

“You were first,” he murmured. “But that doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

She smirked, her voice shaking. “Good.”

He kissed her again—bit her lower lip—then pulled back, gaze sweeping over all of them.

“You wanted this,” he said, voice dark now. “All of you.”

They nodded.

Breathing heavy.

Hearts pounding.

Skin flushed.

“Then don’t stop,” Allen said.

And the throne room blurred into fire again.

They weren’t thinking anymore. Not in words. Not in logic. Just heat. Pulse. That hum in the back of the skull when control slips, when want becomes need, and Allen was right there—center of it all, bare-chested, blood-streaked, and unholy.

The sound of his armor hitting the stone echoed like a blade drawn for war. When the coat slid off his shoulders, it was slow—almost ceremonial. His fingers moved like a curse being cast. The girls barely breathed as the last layers fell away, leaving muscle and shadow and power in its rawest form.

He was terrifying.

And he was theirs—no, that was wrong. They were his. That was how it felt.

Vivian’s lips parted, her thighs rubbing together involuntarily as Allen turned his gaze to her. Not even a touch. Just a look. And still, her knees nearly gave out. Her breath caught when he stepped forward, his bare hand reaching—not gently, not cruelly, just commanding—and curled around her neck, tilting her chin up.

“You want to play?” he murmured.

She nodded, unable to speak. Her heart thumped hard against his palm.

His thumb pressed into the hollow of her throat.

She trembled.

Then his hand left her like heat pulled away from flame, and it was Jane’s breath that hitched next.

He didn’t speak to her. He didn’t have to.

He grabbed a fistful of her wild hair and yanked her in.

Her body folded into his with a gasp that turned into a moan as his mouth captured hers—teeth, tongue, bite. She melted into it, her arms around his neck, clawing at his skin as if afraid he’d vanish if she let go.

His other hand slid over Zoe’s hip without breaking the kiss, fingers digging in like he was marking territory. She gasped—loud, breathless—her nails dragging down his back with barely contained hunger.

Larissa groaned.

He was in control. Of all of them.

And it was so good.

The taste of blood was everywhere—dry on skin, slick on tongues. Someone licked it from his collarbone. Shea maybe. The siren was on her knees, trailing her lips along his stomach like she was tasting sin itself. Her lips grazed his lower abdomen, hot breath teasing just above his erection. She didn’t need instructions.

None of them did.

They knew what he wanted. What they wanted.

Larissa’s fingers trailed down his chest, nails sharp, pausing when she felt the weight of him—hard, heavy, proud. Her eyes fluttered. A wave of heat crashed down her spine. He twitched under her hand, and the way that made her heart hammer.

He was letting them touch.

But only so much.

Because when Bella leaned in to kiss his stomach, Allen growled—low and dangerous—and pulled her up by the waist in a single motion. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, back arching, mouth falling open.

And his hand wrapped in her hair next.

The sensation was overwhelming.

For all of them.

The sound of his breath—low, steady, in control—was enough to make their pulses quicken. He was hard against them, pressed between thighs, against hips, grazing lips. Each motion teased but never gave everything. He kept them just barely hungry. Just barely on the edge. And it drove them mad.

Alice, silent and burning inside, watched every motion like she was memorizing scripture. When his hand finally found her waist and pulled her in, she shivered—not at the touch, but at the authority in it. He took her mouth with his, no hesitation, and her knees gave. She tasted his breath, his tongue, and moaned into it like a quiet prayer.

They weren’t seducing anymore.

They were being claimed.

And it felt so right.

Vivian kissed down his spine. Her hands splayed over his ribs, her cheek resting against his back as she whispered, “You’re driving us insane.”

He didn’t answer.

He just turned, walked them backward—herded them—to the edge of the throne platform.

He made them kneel.

Every single one.

And they did.

As if they were synced, breathing his rhythm, craving his attention.

Hands moved over his thighs, his hips, his chest. Mouths kissed his abs, his shoulder, the vein in his neck. Someone sucked his finger into their mouth—Jane, maybe. It didn’t matter.

He groaned then.

Not loud.

Just real.

A sound of someone enjoying worship.

Zoe kissed his navel and looked up through her lashes. “You like this?”

Allen looked down at her, at all of them, breath shallow, chest rising.

“I do.”

And then—

He grabbed Vivian’s jaw, kissed her again, hard enough to bruise, and pulled Shea’s head back with a handful of hair, locking eyes with her while she whimpered.

His other hand slid down Larissa’s back and smacked her ass—loud, raw. She jolted. Then moaned.

It was chaos.

It was beautiful.

Their skin burned where he touched. They wanted the bruises, the bites, the praise—or the punishment.

Their thoughts blurred into sensation.

Jane murmured something like a prayer while kissing his ribs. “More… please…”

And Allen?

He just grinned.

He was the Devil Emperor.

And this?

This was his court.

And they were his—every shivering, blood-smeared, half-mad inch of them.

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