The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Chapter 570 Three (Extra)
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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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Not wanting to be left out, Rafael came closer, his eyes dark with desire.

He took Hera’s free hand and guided it to his throbbing cock, his own restraint hanging by a thread.

Hera, overwhelmed but eager to please, obediently wrapped her fingers around him.

The simple touch was enough to make Rafael shudder, a sharp intake of breath betraying his barely contained need as she stroked him with growing confidence.

With Hera’s legs now resting on Leo’s shoulders, Zhane adjusted his grip, his large hands anchoring her by the waist to hold her firmly in place.

The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, soft gasps, and the slick, intimate rhythm of their movements—a symphony of raw passion and shared desire.

The three men groaned in unison, their bodies overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy as the pleasure coursed through them.

Hera’s soft cries and breathless whimpers only fueled their desire, driving them closer to the edge. Even Zhane, usually calm and composed, had lost all restraint.

His thrusts became rough and relentless, each movement more intense than the last.

Hera’s voice, already strained from her moans and cries, began to grow hoarse under the onslaught.

Her trembling body reacted to every motion, her cries blending with their groans, creating a symphony of unbridled passion that echoed throughout the room.

“This… it’s too much… I can’t,” Hera gasped, her words trembling as she struggled to keep her composure.

Her limbs began to feel foreign, disconnected, as if they no longer belonged to her.

Weakness slowly overtook her, but before she could completely lose her grip, Rafael grasped her fingers, his hand firm as he intertwined with hers.

His grip tightened, guiding her delicate touch to stroke his hard shaft.

The sensation was overwhelming, building within him as he moved with a mixture of urgency and restraint, feeling the intensity surge within him.

“Ha… ha… ha…” The sound of the men’s ragged breaths filled the room, mingling with Hera’s desperate moans.

It was unmistakable—anyone passing by would know exactly what was happening inside.

Hera no longer felt the need to be shy or reserved; her mind was overwhelmed by lust and desire.

Thankfully, her stamina held up, allowing her to keep pace with the men.

But even as Leo and Zhane finished, her body felt on the verge of giving out.

The night was far from over, and with Rafael—perhaps even more—still to come, she wondered if she’d ever have a chance to rest.

“Ugh! Hera! I’m cumming!” Zhane growled, his voice hoarse and unrestrained.

His breaths grew hotter as his grip on her breast and waist tightened, his movements becoming erratic.

With a final, desperate thrust, he buried his face in Hera’s nape, the words caught in his throat as his climax overtook him.

The pleasure was overwhelming—far more intense than anything he’d felt before, even when Hera had used her hand.

A shudder coursed through his entire body as he cum inside her, his mind blank with ecstasy.

Unconsciously, he bit down on her shoulder blade, drawing a cry from Hera that was equal parts pain and pleasure.

Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, milking him dry and pushing him to the brink of collapse as he nearly fell limp beside her.

At the same moment, Leo and Rafael reached their peaks as well, their releases arching through the air and landing on Hera’s trembling abdomen, glistening against her flushed, heaving skin.

Leo, Zhane, and Rafael panted heavily, their gazes fixed on Hera’s flushed face.

Her skin glistened with sweat, and strands of her long, wavy hair clung to her forehead and cheeks.

Zhane reached out tenderly, tucking her hair behind her ear as he looked at her with quiet adoration.

Feeling his gentle touch and the intensity of their gazes, Hera slowly opened her eyes, her breaths labored.

Exhaustion weighed on her, but the lingering euphoria still coursed through her trembling body.

Noticing her state without her saying a word, Rafael had already fetched a glass of water.

When she reached out for it, her hand trembled too much to hold it steadily. Rafael brought the glass to her lips instead, while Zhane gently supported her, helping her sit up.

Despite his assistance, Zhane had yet to pull out, his hard cock still pressing inside her, a constant reminder of their closeness.

But at that moment, her parched throat demanded relief more than anything after all her moaning and screaming.

As the cool water touched her lips, Hera drank deeply, desperate for its soothing touch, like a fish gasping for life. It was a small reprieve in the aftermath of their shared intensity.

“Slow down, be careful while you drink,” Leo reminded, leaning in closer with a soft tone.

Once Hera had finished, the three men took turns drinking from the same glass, no longer concerned about sharing. Their earlier germaphobia had long been forgotten, swept away by exhaustion and thirst.

Hera let out a sigh, thinking the ordeal might finally be over, but it seemed she was mistaken—it was only a water break.

“It’s my turn now, isn’t it?” Rafael said with a wide grin, placing the glass on the bedside table.

He had already stripped off his hospital pants earlier, walking around unabashedly naked to grab cold water from the fridge.

Hera’s throat tightened at his words, making it hard to swallow as she nearly choked in surprise.

Zhane, who had been lazily thrusting inside her under the pretense of taking his time, froze mid-motion.

With a reluctant low groan, he finally pulled out, though it was clear he wasn’t ready to give up his claim just yet.

‘Since it’s come to this, and we’ve already done it, what’s there to be ashamed of?!’ Hera thought, her mind racing as three pairs of eyes tracked her every move in the dimly lit room.

Despite the darkness, it seemed as though they could see her clearly, their gazes piercing through the shadows.

When Rafael shifted positions with Zhane, he effortlessly lifted Hera and set her on her knees, positioning her to face both Zhane and Leo.

“A nice view, indeed,” Leo teased, a playful smirk on his lips before leaning in to kiss her deeply.

From behind, Rafael began aligning himself, his movements deliberate and steady.

Zhane and Leo each took hold of Hera’s trembling hands, steadying her as they supported her weight.

She leaned against Leo’s broad shoulder, feeling their combined presence envelop her completely.

“Are you still okay for one more round?” Rafael’s deep voice came from behind, his tone carrying a mix of eagerness and restraint.

Despite his obvious desire to claim his turn, he didn’t want to push Hera past her limits.

Though his words sounded firm, Hera caught the underlying note of concern in his voice.

He remembered how long Leo and Zhane had taken during their turns, pushing Hera to the brink of exhaustion.

She had come dangerously close to passing out, yet her remarkable stamina had carried her through.

Years of working in physically demanding fields had honed her endurance, but even so, Rafael hesitated, waiting for her answer before proceeding.