Evil MC's NTR Harem

Tianna's eyes closed, and slowly, her body relaxed, exhaustion finally catching up to her.

The emotional weight of the night pressed on her chest, but at least, for now, things were still.

Until the door creaked open.

She blinked her eyes open, heart skipping a beat, as the soft sound of footsteps crossed the floor.

A figure appeared, stepping silently into the dim light of the room.

And then, without a word, someone climbed into the bed with them.

Tianna's breath caught in her throat.

She turned, startled, not knowing who it was or why—but in this house, in this twisted game of desire and control, surprises were never far away.

The woman moved with a sense of purpose—graceful yet confident—as if she belonged there and knew exactly what she was doing.

Without a word or even a moment's hesitation, she made her way straight to Ross's side, as though drawn to him by some invisible thread.

Tianna sat frozen, watching the stranger's every move with a mixture of awe and anxiety.

But it didn't take long before realization dawned.

There was something familiar about her—the way she carried herself, the air of seduction and command that clung to her like perfume.

Tianna's eyes widened.

It's her, she thought, heart racing. There's no mistaking it. That could only be Heaven.

She wanted to look away. A part of her told her it was better not to know—better not to see.

But curiosity, as always, was stronger.

Despite the pounding in her chest, despite the heat rushing to her cheeks, she found herself stealing a glance beneath the blanket that now barely covered Ross.

Her breath caught.

Heaven was already there, her lips wrapped around Ross's thick, monstrous cock.

She moved like she was starving, sucking greedily, eagerly—like she had craved this moment for far too long.

There was no hesitation, no shame. Only hunger and confidence.

Tianna couldn't look away.

Even now, after everything, she still hadn't fully gotten used to Ross's size.

He was simply too big, too overwhelming. Just the sight of it made her heart pound and her thighs press together.

And yet Heaven, with her sultry grace and unshakable poise, was taking him in as if it were second nature.

Tianna watched silently, her breath shallow, as Heaven pulled back slowly—slick strands of saliva connecting her lips to his cock—and then dove back down with a moan that sent shivers up Tianna's spine.

The room felt hotter, heavier, charged with something primal and electric.

Then, with deliberate movements, Heaven began to undress.

One strap slipped from her shoulder.

Then the other.

Fabric peeled away, and with each layer discarded, more of her perfect body was revealed.

Tianna couldn't help but stare. Heaven wasn't just beautiful—she was magnetic.

Her skin seemed to glow in the dim light, smooth and flawless.

Her curves were sculpted, divine.

Her breasts were full and soft, and her hips swayed with feminine power as she stepped out of the last of her clothes.

It was the first time Tianna had seen her like this—completely exposed, unashamed, breathtaking.

And all Tianna could do was watch, heart racing and body tingling, caught between admiration, envy, and a rising heat she couldn't explain.

Tianna's musings came to a screeching halt the moment Heaven straddled Ross and began to lower herself onto his cock.

It was like the air in the room shifted—became thicker, hotter, charged with an almost unbearable anticipation. And then—

"Aaaaahhhhhh!"

Heaven's scream shattered the silence, raw and ecstatic.

Her body jerked as Ross's thick shaft stretched her open, inch by throbbing inch. It was a shocking sight.

Even with her grace and confidence, Heaven was clearly struggling to take him all in.

But she didn't stop.

She kept going, moaning louder, pushing herself further, until Ross was buried completely inside her.

Tianna could hardly believe her eyes.

She stared as Heaven trembled, her legs shaking while her pussy clung tightly to the obscene length impaling her.

Ross sat motionless, hands gripping Heaven's hips like a man savoring his prize.

Then he began to move.

He thrust up into her and Heaven cried out again, her voice bouncing off the walls, high-pitched and lewd.

Tianna watched every detail—the way Heaven's breasts bounced with each motion, the way her face twisted in pleasure and desperation.

Slick white cream coated Ross's cock, dripping down in wet trails as Heaven slammed down harder, faster, greedier.

It was mesmerizing. Overwhelming.

Tianna's heart raced, her breath shallow.

She could feel her thighs pressing together, instinctively trying to soothe the burning ache between her legs.

But nothing helped. Watching this—the sounds, the scent of sex hanging thick in the air, the raw, animalistic rhythm between the two of them—was driving her mad.

Heaven came once. Then again. And again.

Each time, her screams grew louder, more feral.

Her body writhed as she lost herself completely to the pleasure.

Tianna sat frozen, trembling, as if she were witnessing something sacred… or forbidden.

Her mouth had gone dry, yet her core throbbed wetly in time with the moans echoing around her.

And then came the words.

Between thrusts and gasps, Tianna heard the filth that passed between Ross and Heaven—shameless, dirty phrases that struck her like lightning.

They weren't just fucking.

They were communing, locked in a primal dance of lust and language that made Tianna burn with jealousy… and desire.

"I want that too… I want to be filled like that… touched like that… spoken to like that."

"Could I take him? Could I really take that cock and not break?"

The thought raced through her mind, and her breath hitched.

The mental image of her own body stretched around Ross's monstrous length was so vivid, so intense, it nearly made her climax on the spot.

Her body betrayed her—wetness pooled in her panties, and her fingers twitched with the urge to reach down and finish herself.

But she didn't. Somehow, she held back.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

Heaven's voice continued, rising and falling like a melody of lust.