The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 663

Chapter 663: Chapter 663 Acting Like Thieves
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WARNING!!!

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

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Slap…

“Ugh!” Rafael groaned as he felt Hera’s jaw tighten around his cock, a brief flicker of fear crossing his mind that she might bite down.

His glare shot toward Luke, who had just spanked Hera’s butt cheek, startling her. But Luke wasn’t unaffected either—he let out a low, guttural groan, his teeth gritted as he felt Hera’s inner walls tighten around him in response.

“Looks like you’re enjoying Rafael’s taste a little too much,” Luke murmured, his voice laced with breathless amusement.

“I guess that calls for a little punishment.” Without waiting, he picked up his pace, driving into her faster and harder, his movements rougher, more relentless.

Hera gasped, her grip on Rafael’s shaft slipping as she cried out, struggling to catch her breath.

“Dammit, Luke! Stop playing dirty!” Rafael growled, his voice low and edged with frustration. “You’ve already had her earlier—why can’t you let me have my turn?” His glare burned into Luke, but Luke acted as if he hadn’t heard a word.

He had thought he was fine sharing Hera and that watching her with someone else wouldn’t affect him, but he was wrong.

The possessiveness clawing at his chest, the jealousy simmering beneath his skin—it was unbearable.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to rein in his emotions, tamping down the fire in his veins as he continued thrusting into her.

After a moment, Luke exhaled heavily, regaining his composure. Without a word, he pulled out and shifted their position, lifting Hera effortlessly onto the table once more.

As she lay there, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, Luke wasted no time, sliding back inside her in one swift motion—from tip to hilt—making her cry out as he stirred her insides.

Hera instinctively tried to lift her head, her dazed gaze locking onto Luke as he pounded into her, but before she could fully release a scream, Rafael reached for her chin, tilting her face toward him.

His deep voice was laced with playful reprimand. “Little minx, you’re forgetting about me again,” he murmured, pressing the tip of his shaft against her parted lips.

By now, her head was stretching backward over the table’s edge, exposing the soft curve of her throat.

Understanding Rafael’s unspoken demand, Hera obediently parted her lips, and Rafael wasted no time, sliding his shaft inside.

With her back arched over the table, her throat naturally aligned, allowing him to push in smoothly. Though she gagged slightly, Rafael could feel himself sinking deeper than before.

Gripping her throat firmly—but not enough to choke—he reveled in the sensation of his shaft moving in and out. The rhythmic pressure sent shivers down his spine.

Meanwhile, Luke felt the effect as well, groaning as Hera’s walls clenched even tighter around him, amplifying the pleasure for them both.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep this up, I’m gonna cum real fast,” he groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he gripped Hera’s hips, driving into her with unrelenting need.

Hera whimpered, her body trembling as the pressure coiled tighter in her core. Her breath hitched, pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

Sensing her desperation, Luke’s thrusts became more urgent, pounding into her with relentless force—Rafael, too, quickened his pace, both men chasing their own release as Hera teetered on the edge.

“That’s it, little minx… you’re doing so damn good,” Rafael groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “This mouth of yours… ugh—” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as a shudder wracked his body, his breath hitching when Hera’s tongue swirled around his cock.

The pleasure was dizzying—Hera felt the heat rushing to her head, leaving her more dazed than before.

She had no idea how long Luke and Rafael had been taking her, only that the overwhelming sensations had stripped away all sense of time and thought.

Luke shifted, lifting both her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust even deeper. But he didn’t stop there—his fingers found her clit, rubbing in sync with his movements, sending electric jolts of pleasure through her.

Rafael, not wanting to be left behind, reached down to cup her bouncing breast, his fingers finding her nipple and pinching just enough to make her cry out. Sure enough, her walls clenched tighter around Luke, drawing a growl from deep in his throat.

“Ugh… I’m close,” Luke growled, tightening his grip on Hera’s leg while his other hand quickened its pace against her clit.

“Me too…” Rafael groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent as his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading possessively.

Hera couldn’t form words—her body spoke for her. The way her inner walls clenched around Luke told him everything he needed to know.

She was right on the edge. Catching Rafael’s gaze, Luke gave a subtle nod, and without a word, they both maintained their relentless rhythm, determined to push Hera over the edge with them to reach their climax.

Sweat dripped from Luke’s forehead, landing on Hera’s flushed skin, mingling with the sheen of sweat already covering her body.

Every breath, every motion, brought them closer—until the inevitable peak crashed over them.

“Ugh!”

“Argh! Ha, ha, ha!”

Hera could only whimper as her climax crashed over her, her body trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure. Luke buried himself deep inside her, his grip tightening as he groaned, spilling his seeds in slow, lazy thrusts.

Rafael, meanwhile, pulled out swiftly, a sharp exhale leaving his lips before thick ropes of his cum painted her chest, leaving a warm, sticky trail along her flushed skin.

Hera’s eyes fluttered shut, her body still convulsing as waves of pleasure surged through her like an electric current, leaving her breathless and dazed.

Luke, still buried inside her, suddenly felt something warm coating his cock, blending with his own cum.

His eyes flicked down, and a satisfied smirk curled his lips as he saw his shaft glistening with Hera’s slick love juice.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Coat my cock with your sweet juices.”

Luke and Rafael were both breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling as they tried to steady their racing hearts.

Hera, on the other hand, was completely spent, her body limp and unresponsive. Despite their release, both men were still painfully hard, and when their eyes met, Rafael was the first to speak.

“How many rounds did you have with her?” he asked, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

Luke glanced down at Hera, noting her exhaustion before answering truthfully. “Just two, including the one where you joined in.”

There was no point in lying—they were both men, and they knew exactly what the other was thinking.

They still weren’t satisfied. Rafael, in particular, was itching to take his turn and fully experience her, but looking at the state she was in, they knew they had pushed her enough.

A flicker of guilt passed between them. They hadn’t considered how exhausted she already was—how busy and drained she’d been over the past few days. Pushing her this far had likely pushed her body to its limit.

With a sigh, they forced themselves to rein in their desire, exchanging a silent agreement to let her rest… for now.

What they didn’t realize was that, while Hera was undeniably exhausted and her stamina had been drained by the intense events of the past few days, the experience with Rafael and Luke would leave her in a deep, peaceful sleep.

By morning, the soft glow on her skin would reflect the aftereffects, making her look even more radiant and beautiful than before.

After they had calmed down, both Luke and Rafael began cleaning up. Luke carefully lifted Hera and carried her back to the master bedroom, while Rafael kept a vigilant watch, ensuring that no one—especially Amy or Hannah—would see them.

They moved cautiously, almost like shadows, until they reached the room. To their surprise, they found Zhane sitting on the bed, arms and legs crossed, with a stern expression etched across his face.

“So, what’s a patient doing roaming around in the middle of the night instead of resting?” Zhane’s reproachful tone struck a chord, making Rafael feel guiltier than he already did.

Instinctively, he avoided Zhane’s gaze, but one glance from him was all it took. Zhane could already tell what had happened.

Hera was resting in Luke’s arms, looking utterly exhausted, her body limp and spent. She was draped only in a coat, but it was obvious she was naked underneath.

Her discarded clothes were held loosely in Rafael’s hand, a clear sign of what had transpired.

Zhane’s eyes narrowed as he processed the situation. He had only just woken up a few minutes ago, only to find the bed cold and empty, a clear sign that no one hadn’t been beside him for a while.

As he sat there, trying to collect his thoughts, the door creaked open, and in came the two men, sneaking in like thieves, carrying an unconscious Hera with them.

His frustration flared immediately—not just because they’d been enjoying themselves with her, but also because, after hearing about the situation in Barcelona, he knew how much Hera had done to help out, especially at Cindy’s request.

That was why he had rushed to find her as soon as he heard she and the others had arrived.

Zhane wanted to make sure Hera was getting the proper rest she deserved. However, after days of working tirelessly, he was just as exhausted.

The familiar scent of her in the room brought him a sense of peace, and it didn’t take long before he fell asleep, his body finally giving in to exhaustion.

But as he sat there, the reality of the situation started to sink in.

He couldn’t fully blame the two men for what had happened—after all, they were all adults, and if Hera hadn’t wanted it, she would have spoken up.

Perhaps the truth was, he was just feeling jealous for not being there with her.