Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1627. One Emperor Seven Mad Demonesses [Part 3]

The throne room breathed with them.

Heat. Lust. Hunger.

They didn’t remember the moment they stopped touching and started needing. Didn’t recall the line where teasing ended and surrender began.

All they knew was him.

The weight of Allen’s body, the heat rolling off his skin, the way his muscles tensed under their hands. The raw presence of him. It was more than dominance—it was gravity. He didn’t just hold control. He was control. The throne pulsed behind them, and the crypt seemed to exhale with every gasp they gave.

It was Vivian who moaned first—sharp and guttural as Allen forced her down against the table’s edge, his hand pressing the back of her neck into the cool wood. Her cheek scraped blood-smudged stone, and she loved it.

His other hand slid down her spine, over the curve of her hips, gripping tight.

She felt him.

Hard. Hot. Throbbing.

Not just against her. Inside her.

And when he pushed forward, when he filled her with that first slow, brutal thrust—Vivian forgot how to breathe. Her mouth opened but no sound came. Her fingers clawed the table like it was the only thing anchoring her to the mortal plane.

Her thoughts shattered into sparks.

‘He fits. He stretches. Gods, I’m gone.’

The others watched—panting, mesmerized, aching. Their bodies pressed against Allen’s sides, licking sweat from his skin, hands wrapped around his shaft when they could steal a moment, tongues trailing the sweat and blood that mixed down his chest.

[System Alert: Lewd Act Detected – Devil Emperor’s Aura Overclocked]

[Passive Buff Applied: All Party Members – +100% HP Regen, +50% Mana Flow]

[Warning: Table Durability Dropping – 16% Structural Integrity Remaining]

The table shook.

Every time his hips slammed forward, the entire crypt echoed with it.

Wood cracked. Bone-dust scattered.

Vivian moaned louder now, louder than she’d ever allowed herself. Her body writhed, heat bursting through every nerve. She didn’t care who watched. Let them see. Let them know. She was his.

Shea slid beneath them—lips and tongue teasing lower, suckling where she could, letting his heavy length rest across her face when he pulled out to switch rhythm. She moaned softly with each twitch, each pulsing throb. The weight of him over her lips felt holy.

Larissa straddled his lap next, her armor peeled off, her skin chilled against his fire. Her breath caught the moment he slammed into her.

No pause. No easing. Just raw claim.

She gasped, biting into his shoulder—not gently. Allen growled, hair wild, his hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise.

Zoe bit her knuckle. Her legs rubbed together. Her eyes fluttered.

‘Please. Next. Please.’

Her core throbbed like something alive, desperate. Her thighs were slick, aching for the moment when his fingers—or tongue—or something finally found her.

Jane wasn’t patient. She climbed onto the table, spread her legs wide beside where Allen was now fucking Larissa into the wood. She reached for his hand and guided it between her thighs.

“I need it,” she whispered. “Please—just break me.”

Allen looked at her—eyes glowing faint, jaw clenched—and he did. His fingers sank in, slow at first, then sharp, and her body snapped. She screamed, clawing her own stomach, grinding into his hand like she wanted it deeper, harder.

He gave it.

Because he could.

Alice didn’t move much. She just watched. Her eyes burned with something deeper than lust—reverence. But when Allen grabbed her chin, dragged her mouth to his length as he pulled out from Larissa, she obeyed. Opened her mouth. Sucked slow—like worship.

His groan echoed through all of them.

Bella was crying.

Not from pain. From bliss. From overstimulation. From the way Allen’s hand had twisted in her hair while he bent her over and made her feel everything at once. His hips hit just right. His shaft dragged through every spot that made her unravel. She came without shame, clawing the ground, moaning his name like a mantra.

Their thoughts blurred.

Slick skin.

Lips swollen.

Necks covered in bites.

Breasts bruised from gripping fingers.

Tongues knotted in each other’s mouths when they couldn’t reach him.

[System Alert – Carnal Breakthrough Achieved]

[Achievement Unlocked: Devil’s Court – Orgy Bonus: +50 Harem Members’ all stats]

[Hidden Title Acquired: Heartbreaker of the Abyss]

When Allen came—hard, deep, brutal—it wasn’t just one of them that felt it.

It was all of them.

Somewhere between thrusts and growls, moans and tears, they were all in contact—hands, mouths, skin, soul. He spilled inside them, over them, into mouths and between legs and across thighs, and they shook. They howled.

It wasn’t sex.

It was a storm.

It was the throne claiming its queens.

And when it was done, when the room had cooled just enough for breath to catch—

Allen stood there, chest rising and falling, lips slick with mixed blood and kisses, arms wrapped around trembling bodies.

Seven women.

Bruised. Beautiful. Boneless. Laughing. Crying. Grinning like lunatics.

And all of them?

Ruinously in love.

With a devil.

With their king.

With him.

And Allen?

He licked his fingers clean—slow, deliberate, savoring the mix of blood, sweat, and sweetness. That wicked gleam still danced in his eyes, barely tempered by release.

Then he whispered—

“Who’s next?”

The words hit like a spell.

Shea, already boneless in the aftermath of Allen’s mouth, whimpered as her thighs trembled again.

Jane collapsed against the table, twitching, her breath hot and ragged, whispering incoherent prayers.

Zoe lay flat, one leg still draped over Allen’s thigh, eyes glassy, lips swollen from biting them too hard.

Bella was curled on her side, his mark blooming dark on her neck, tails twitching weakly behind her as she panted.

Alice simply lay on her back, one arm over her eyes, letting out a breathy laugh. “Gods… this was not a seduction. This was a conquest.”

Vivian’s fingers traced the red lines down her inner thigh where Allen had gripped her. “Then let him conquer me again.”

Larissa just smiled faintly, leaning against Allen’s chest, still impaled on him, claiming his warmth with a soft hum. Her hand reached up to stroke his jaw. “We’re ruined.”

Allen looked over all of them.

Breathless. Wrecked. Glowing.

And smiled.

Like the devil who knew— He wasn’t done yet.

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