The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 728

Chapter 728: Chapter 728 Dave’s Turn, For Real
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WARNING!!!

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

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After tearing off her underwear, Luke grasped Hera’s thighs, effortlessly lifting her off the floor. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom where the others were still sleeping.

Fortunately, before leaving, the bellboys—following Gerald’s instructions—had already ensured that Dave, Zhane, and Rafael each took the anaphrodisiac prepared on the bedside table. Otherwise, the moment they sensed Hera’s presence, they would have been like ravenous beasts, unable to resist the effects of the drug.

Luke felt confident bringing Hera onto the same bed as the others, knowing that the aphrodisiac would soon wear off. Even now, clarity was gradually returning to him—but it was no longer the drug clouding his mind. It was pure, unfiltered desire, fueled by his love and longing for Hera.

As soon as they entered the room, he tossed her onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp from her lips. But before she could react, he was already on top of her, pinning her down as his mouth claimed hers in a deep, consuming kiss.

His right hand traced a slow, tantalizing path from her jawline to her neck, then down to her chest. When his fingertips finally grazed the peak of her nipple, a shudder coursed through her body, her heightened sensitivity making the touch almost electrifying—perhaps a lingering effect of the aphrodisiac.

As Luke’s tongue entwined with Hera’s, his fingers teased her nipple, rolling and flicking it mercilessly.

The endless teasing made Hera bite down on his lip in exasperation, feeling as if she were being deliberately baited.

Luke only chuckled, his lips trailing down—over her chin, grazing her collarbone, lingering at the valley between her breasts before descending further. His kisses mapped a path to her navel, then lower, until he reached her abdomen.

Looking up at Hera with a devilish glint in his eyes, he seemed like a wicked angel—both sinful and divine.

Without a word, he stuck out his tongue and flicked it over Hera’s swollen nub, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through her.

A sharp gasp left her lips as he began circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, his hands exploring her slick folds.

His movements started in a teasing, sensual rhythm, making her hips roll against his face in desperate need.

Luke’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes crinkling in delight at her reaction before he delved in deeper, completely unraveling her.

Luke slid his index and middle fingers inside her, curling them just right as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. The sudden dual sensation sent Kisha’s body arching forward, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

Her nerves burned with overstimulation as his fingers thrust in and out of her slick folds, each movement coaxing a fresh wave of pleasure.

“Ah! Hmm!” Hera bit down on her lower lip, struggling to contain the moans threatening to spill from her mouth. The lingering aphrodisiac in her system heightened her sensitivity, amplifying every stroke, every flick of his tongue.

Her body trembled under his ministrations, and with just a few deep, well-placed thrusts, the heat in her lower abdomen coiled tighter, her climax already looming.

“Holy God! Luke!” she gasped, her eyes rolling back as pleasure consumed her. Desperate for a moment to breathe, she reached out, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging in a silent plea for reprieve.

But Luke wasn’t about to stop. Instead, he smirked against her, his tongue working even faster, his fingers delving deeper.

He felt her walls begin to tighten around him, spasming in sweet anticipation of release, and the sheer sensation of it only fueled his desire to push her further.

Luke’s fingers shifted, his strokes becoming more deliberate as he pushed deeper before curling them upward in a tantalizing motion.

The moment he found that sweet spot inside her, Hera’s toes curled, and a strangled moan slipped from her lips. It felt as if he was assaulting her clit from both inside and out, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through her.

“Luke! You—ah, you meannie!” she gasped, but her body betrayed her words. Her hips ground even more desperately against his face, instinctively chasing the ecstasy that was building inside her.

The combination of his relentless fingers and skilled tongue had her teetering on the edge, her release dangerously close.

“Ha… ahh…” Hera’s breath came in shaky gasps, her eyelashes fluttering as pleasure overtook her. Then, suddenly, a warm hand slid over her right breast, kneading it gently before soft lips claimed hers.

The kiss was deep and sensual, stealing what little breath she had left. A tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking hers, coaxing her into surrender as her body trembled on the brink of release.

Hera slowly opened her eyes, feeling as if she were floating on clouds, her body humming with warmth. The first thing she saw was Zhane kissing her, his gold-rimmed glasses nowhere in sight.

Without them, he looked less refined—more unruly and dangerously sexy. When he opened his eyes, his burning gaze locked onto hers, and a smirk played on his lips.

His vision was still slightly hazy from the lingering aphrodisiac, but there was no doubt—he knew he was with Hera. Excitement flickered in his eyes as he broke the kiss, only to trail his lips lower.

Without hesitation, he captured her nipple between his lips, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

The sudden sensation sent a sharp jolt through her already hypersensitive body, pushing her into another peak of pleasure. A loud moan escaped her lips before she even realized it.

Unbeknownst to her, Rafael had already moved to her other side, while Dave now stood beside Luke. With a firm yet gentle touch, Dave lifted Hera’s leg toward his face, his fingers tracing the smooth line of her calf.

His lips pressed against her ankle, lingering against the delicate skin. The contrast of tenderness and intensity sent another shiver through her, making her even more aware of the high heels she still had on—an unspoken invitation for what was to come.

From Dave’s point of view, Hera looked utterly irresistible, especially with her heels still on. She seemed to be enjoying herself, surrounded by him and his friends, her body lost in pleasure.

The sight ignited a fire deep within him. Unlike the others, he had yet to make love to her, and watching her like this, so uninhibited, made his desire burn even hotter.

His gaze flicked downward, where the evidence of his arousal was impossible to ignore—his pants were already straining, his cock painfully hard.

The pressure was unbearable. Slowly, he shrugged off his coat, then unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving Hera as he etched every inch of her into his memory. Piece by piece, he stripped until he was bare, his need for her at its peak.

Just then, Hera’s loud, pleasure-stricken cry filled the room—a sound more like a scream than a moan—as her body convulsed, her back arching, her eyes squeezing shut.

But even as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, Zhane’s mouth remained latched onto her nipple, his tongue flicking and teasing relentlessly.

Meanwhile, Rafael guided her delicate fingers over the hardness in his pants, encouraging her to stroke him through the fabric.

The sight, the sounds, the intoxicating energy in the air—Dave knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

For some reason, the sight only fueled Dave’s excitement further. His breath hitched as he glanced down, watching Luke’s fingers pump into Hera’s slick folds, moving faster and more relentlessly than before.

The intensity built until, with a final, shuddering moan, Hera’s body tensed—and then she came undone.

A gush of warm release spilled over, coating Luke’s lips and chin, but instead of pulling away, Luke only let out a low, thrilled chuckle, his excitement evident in the way his tongue flicked out to taste her.

“Hera, you naughty little minx… you squirted, huh?” Luke teased, his voice dripping with excitement.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, his heated gaze locked onto her. He lifted his hand, his fingers glistening with her love juice, and without breaking eye contact, he slid them into his mouth. A deep, satisfied hum escaped him as he savored her taste, a wicked grin curving his lips.

Hera’s half-lidded eyes fluttered open, her body still trembling in the aftermath of pleasure. A wave of shyness washed over her, making her squirm slightly, but beneath that embarrassment was something deeper—excitement.

Raw, unfiltered anticipation coiled in her stomach, sending delicious shivers through her. Even her eyelashes trembled as the thrill coursed through her veins.

Just then, Zhane finally released her nipple, flashing her a seductive grin that sent another spark of heat through her.

Meanwhile, Luke stepped aside, his gaze shifting to Dave, who looked like he was about to devour her with his eyes alone. His intense stare burned into her, dark and possessive, making her pulse race even faster.

“Alright,” Luke teased, licking the remnants of her love juice from his fingers as he shrugged off his coat with one hand. “I’ll let you have this one… I’ve prepared her well.”

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PS: Sorry, everyone, for the slower chapter releases. I’ve been feeling unwell and am currently recovering, so updates might be a bit limited for now. But don’t worry—I’ll make it up to you once I’m back to full health. Thank you for your patience and understanding!