Evil MC's NTR Harem

Laura's fingers dug into the sheets, her body arching helplessly, preparing for the inevitable release—

And then suddenly, Ross stopped.

The abrupt absence of his mouth sent a shock through her entire body.

She gasped, stunned, her hips jerking forward instinctively as if to chase his tongue back into place.

"W-what…?!" she moaned, blinking in confusion, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves.

Her soaked panties clung to her folds, her pussy aching, twitching with need.

She was on the very brink, yet denied, left hovering in a torturous limbo.

Laura's face burned with shame and frustration.

"R-Ross… why… why did you stop?" she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling between relief and desperate hunger.

The cruel tease of denial made her body throb all the more, and she realized in horror—her body wanted him to continue, wanted to be pushed over

"…" Ross didn't answer.

He only kept up his slow, steady snores, his chest rising and falling as if he were lost in the deepest slumber.

Yet, his body was moving with a will of its own.

His strong hands slid over her trembling thighs and down her hips with casual dominance, until suddenly—he tugged.

In one motion, his boxers slid free and were tossed aside like they meant nothing.

Laura's eyes followed instinctively.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The fabric had barely hit the ground when something huge sprang upward, casting its shadow over her.

Ross's cock stood proud and merciless, fifteen thick, veined inches of hardness, throbbing with each heavy beat of his heart.

It looked monstrous, inhuman almost, and the sight alone sent a shiver racing down Laura's spine.

She shook her head quickly, whispering in horror, "No… no way…" but she couldn't look away.

Her eyes traced the sheer thickness of it, from the bulging veins pulsing along the shaft down to the swollen crown, flushed red and glistening at the tip.

Ross adjusted her body as though she weighed nothing.

She gasped when he lifted her, then slowly brought her hips down until the fat head of his cock pressed against her dripping pussy lips.

Laura's breath hitched violently. Her whole body jolted, and she tried to push herself up, but his strong arms held her easily in place.

The blunt crown nudged her folds, hot and slick, kissing her most intimate place with a terrifying promise.

"Nooo… I don't want this… stop…" she begged, her voice shaking.

She knew what would come next.

He was going to thrust upward, tear through her, and claim her in one brutal motion.

But… nothing happened.

Ross's chest rose and fell steadily, his lips parting to let out a deep, almost exaggerated snore.

His body remained still, aside from the occasional twitch of his cock beneath her, throbbing insistently against her entrance.

Laura blinked in disbelief, her breath shallow and quick.

"W-what…?" she whispered, glancing down.

Her eyes widened to their fullest.

Ross's massive cock rested snugly against her folds, the fat crown nestled perfectly against her wet slit, threatening to push inside with the smallest of movements.

She trembled when she realized she was practically seated on it already, the heat of his shaft radiating into her, the veins pressing faintly against her sensitive lips.

Her untouched pussy clenched hard, quivering as though instinctively bracing itself.

"That… that can't possibly fit…" Laura whispered, horrified.

The thought of being stretched by something so enormous sent fear crashing through her… and yet, deep within, her body betrayed her.

Her pussy throbbed with every beat of her heart, dripping more and more, coating the head of his cock in glistening wetness.

She tried to move, but even the slightest squirm made her lips part around the swollen crown, and she moaned in panic.

"Ahhh—!"

It felt like even a tiny push would split her in half, but instead of pulling away, Ross only shifted slightly in his "sleep."

His cock twitched, grinding lazily against her slick folds, smearing her arousal across his length.

Laura bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. "Ross… p-please… you're too big… you'll break me…" she whispered, though she didn't know if she was pleading for him to stop, or if a darker, shameful part of her was begging him to keep going.

The heat between them was unbearable now. Her nipples stood painfully hard, her thighs trembled, and her whole body was betraying her will.

All he had to do was thrust upward once… and she knew she'd never be the same.

The same position continued, Ross's steady snores echoing in the quiet room, until his hands moved again.

Without hesitation, he reached for the flimsy piece of fabric shielding her last shred of modesty.

The delicate underwear snapped in his strong grip as though it were paper, and he tossed it aside without care.

The sudden action startled Laura, throwing her slightly off balance.

In that instant, her hips dipped lower—and the fat, swollen head of his cock slipped inside.

"Ahhhhhh…!" Laura cried out, her back arching violently as the tip forced its way into her virgin hole.

Only an inch, just the crown—yet it felt like her body was being ripped open.

Her pussy stretched painfully tight around the intrusion, every nerve screaming from the unnatural girth pressing inside.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps. She clawed desperately at his chest, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin.

Her wide eyes trembled with fear and disbelief.

"Ahhh… ahhh… no… it's too big… it won't fit…!" she whimpered, her voice breaking between moans and sobs.

And yet—just like before—Ross made no move to claim her fully.

He remained still, his chest rising and falling, lips parting with another heavy snore.

It was as though he wasn't even aware of the torment he had put her through.

Laura's heart pounded in her ears. "W-why…?" she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes.

She could not believe what Ross was doing to her.

He had stripped her bare, almost pierced her virginity… only to stop again?