The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 571

Chapter 571: Chapter 571 After
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WARNING!!!

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

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Despite telling herself not to feel embarrassed, Hera’s face flushed a deep red when Rafael asked her. She found herself at a loss for words, unsure how to answer.

Should she admit that she was still eager to continue?

This was supposed to be her first time, yet she was surprised at how good it felt—the euphoric sensations washing over her body had become almost addictive.

Or was it something deeper?

Had her heart already connected with theirs in a way she hadn’t fully realized? Only lovers felt this kind of bond, and she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.

With a shy nod and a soft, simple reply, Hera whispered, “Hmm.”

It was her quiet agreement to continue.

As soon as the words left her lips, Rafael plunged his cock deep into her womb in a single, decisive motion.

Hera yelped, her body trembling as her mind reeled, a dizzying buzz coursing through her.

“Ah!” Her cry was quickly overtaken by the relentless rhythm of Rafael’s thrusts from behind.

The intensity left her clinging to Leo, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as if to ground herself against the electric sensations surging through her.

Leo, unbothered, let her bite down, his large hands stroking her arms reassuringly.

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her earlobe, nibbling gently as a soothing contrast to Rafael’s force.

Zhane approached, his touch tender as he kissed the hand Hera free hand that wasn’t gripping onto Leo.

Watching this, Rafael leaned forward, pressing his chest against Hera’s back.

His hand found her breast, kneading it firmly as he pinched her nipple, drawing another sharp gasp from her lips.

At the same time, his other hand pressed on her lower abdomen, feeling the bulge created by his deep penetration, heightening the intensity for them both.

The pressure Rafael applied to her lower abdomen sent a jolt through Hera, the knot in her stomach tightening and growing more chaotic with every movement.

Her mind spiraled, overwhelmed by the sensations.

“Ugh, so you like this?” Rafael murmured, his voice low and hoarse, dripping with seductive confidence.

He quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more deliberate as he pressed against that sensitive spot again.

Hera’s inner walls clenched tightly in response, drawing a deep groan from him.

Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as the intensity built between them, filling the room with an undeniable rhythm of shared ecstasy.

Hera released Leo’s shoulder as soon as she noticed the faint metallic taste on her tongue.

A flicker of guilt crossed her mind, but the overwhelming pleasure clouded her thoughts, leaving her unable to focus on anything else.

Before she could apologize, Leo gave her a tender, reassuring look.

Without hesitation, he leaned in and claimed her lips, his kiss deep and possessive.

His tongue explored her mouth, tasting and teasing with an intensity that left her breathless.

Behind her, Rafael continued his relentless rhythm, his movements causing her body to rock in time with his thrusts.

Her other breast swayed enticingly with the motion, drawing Zhane’s attention.

He couldn’t help but fall into a trance, captivated by the hypnotic allure of her every movement as he watched, his eyes fixed in a daze.

Zhane’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his throat suddenly parched. His gaze lingered, and he felt his cock twitch, hardening like steel despite having stepped aside for now.

Leo wasn’t faring much better. Hera’s intoxicating floral scent, mixed with the glistening sheen of her sweat, filled the air as her tongue danced playfully with his.

Both men burned with the desire to join in again, their restraint wavering, but they held back, knowing their turn had already passed.

Meanwhile, Rafael, unrestrained and consumed by his own hunger, drove into Hera with the raw intensity of a beast unleashed.

Each thrust was rough and deep, eliciting cries from Hera as she felt every inch of him reaching depths that left her trembling.

She gasped as she pulled away from Leo’s kiss, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

“Too deep!” she whimpered, her voice trembling.

But before she could gather herself, three pairs of hands began exploring her body, seeking out the places that made her shiver with need.

The overwhelming sensations drove her wild, her mind spinning with pleasure.

Rafael’s voice was strained, barely above a whisper as he groaned through clenched teeth, “Little minx, I’m almost at my limit. I’m cumming,”

His body tensed as he felt Hera’s inner walls tightening around his cock, her body’s honest response betraying her own impending release.

Spurred on, he quickened his pace, each thrust harder and more desperate.

Leo refused to let her go, keeping his lips locked on hers, his kiss a silent command.

Hera’s body trembled beneath their touch, and though her mouth was muffled, her reactions spoke volumes.

“Ah!” Hera cried out, her body surrendering to the wave of pleasure that overtook her.

As Rafael quickened his pace, Hera’s body responded instinctively, her breath hitching as a rush of warmth overwhelmed her.

With a sharp cry, Hera’s climax washed over her, her warm juice coating Rafael’s cock.

The sensation sent him over the edge, with a final, powerful thrust, and with a guttural groan, he released inside her, his movements slowing but deliberate as he made sure every last drop of his seed filled her completely.

It wasn’t a conscious decision—it was pure instinct, a primal need fulfilled.

Before Hera could slump over, Leo caught her in his arms, steady and attentive. Both she and Rafael were panting heavily, their bodies glistening with the aftermath of their shared climax.

Zhane, snapping back to reality, quietly slipped off the bed and headed to the bathroom to prepare a warm bath for Hera.

The sound of running water filled the air as he moved methodically, his care evident in every action.

When he returned, he had a set of clean clothes and a guest’s bathrobe in hand, fortunately, they were in the VIP ward, fully equipped with everything they needed, including a guest bathrobe for Hera’s comfort.

Leo carefully lifted Hera and carried her into the bathroom, where Zhane had already finished preparing the bath.

Gently, Leo began helping Hera clean up, her exhaustion evident as she leaned against him, barely conscious.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Zhane switched on the lights and began tidying up. That’s when his eyes fell on the sheets, a streak of blood catching his attention.

He paused, his brows furrowing slightly, understanding the significance of what he was seeing.

Zhane’s eyes quickly snapped to Rafael, and sure enough, his wound was bleeding.

The wound had torn open from his excessive exertion. As a doctor, Zhane’s first instinct was to scold Rafael for being reckless, but he stopped himself.

They were all equally responsible for the night’s events.

Silently, he grabbed the first-aid kit and set to work, cleaning and reapplying medicine to Rafael’s wound before carefully rebandaging it.

Once Rafael’s injuries were tended to, Zhane turned his attention to the bed.

The sheets were soaked with sweat, mixed fluids, and streaks of blood.

He stripped them off, discarding the soiled linens into a pile. As he worked, his gaze caught a darker, older stain on a specific spot.

It stood out from the rest, and Zhane immediately understood its significance—it was Hera’s proof of chastity.