The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 730

Chapter 730: Chapter 730 Happy Graduation
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WARNING!!!

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

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Zhane was doing it on purpose, deliberately pushing Dave to the edge so he’d finish first—clearing the way for his own turn.

As if it wasn’t enough, Luke joined in, pressing his thumb against Hera’s clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles. The sudden stimulation sent a shudder through her, and Dave clenched his teeth, struggling to hold on.

He could feel her inner walls tightening around him, gripping him desperately, milking him with an intensity that nearly pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck!” Dave groaned through gritted teeth. But unlike before, this time, he didn’t slow down. Instead, he drove into her harder, his pace quickening—deeper, faster, more relentless. Hera gasped, her body arching as she struggled to catch her breath.

She tried to turn away from Zhane’s kisses, overwhelmed, feeling as though Dave was about to knock the air right out of her lungs.

“D-Dave! T-Too much!” she gasped, her eyes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. But instead of slowing down, Dave only pushed further.

Gripping her thighs, he lifted both of her legs, pressing them closer to her upper body. The new position left her completely exposed, giving her a clear view of where their bodies were joined.

The sight alone sent a wave of heat rushing through her, her face flushing a deep shade of red. A helpless moan spilled from her lips as Dave continued his relentless pace, driving into her without mercy.

Now, even Zhane was getting worked up after watching Dave lose himself in pleasure. Unable to resist, he moved closer to Hera, guiding her hand to stroke his cock—just as Rafael had done earlier.

But that alone wasn’t enough. Both Rafael and Zhane leaned in, bringing themselves close to her, their heated breaths mingling as their desire grew stronger.

“Little minx, can you help me with this?” Rafael murmured, his voice thick with need as he glanced down at his painfully hard cock. Precum coated his length, evidence of how long he had been stroking himself with Hera’s hand.

Seeing the desperation in his eyes, the way he groaned in frustration, Hera’s hazy gaze lingered on him before she slowly nodded.

Rafael wasted no time. He moved closer, brushing the tip of his cock against her lips, wordlessly coaxing her to open up.

It was only then that realization dawned on Hera—she remembered all too well how Rafael had once buried his full length into her mouth back in the study.

But since she had already agreed, she obediently parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to tease Rafael’s length. She licked him slowly, tasting the slight saltiness of his precum, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she continued, her tongue swirling around him with growing confidence.

Before long, another cock sprang free beside her—this one just as hard, almost smacking her in the face.

With just her eyes, she glanced to the side, finding Zhane watching her with an almost wounded expression—like a neglected puppy seeking attention. His silent plea was clear, and as he moved closer, coaxing her not to forget him, Hera reached out, wrapping her other hand around his length.

Now, with a cock in each hand, she struggled to juggle between the two. If she focused on one, the other would protest.

So instead, she pulled them both closer, feeling their lengths twitch in her grip. The subtle tug made both Rafael and Zhane instinctively lean in until the tips of their cocks touched.

Without hesitation, Hera leaned forward, her tongue flicking over both at once. A shudder ran through them as they locked eyes, a different kind of thrill sparking between them at the sight. No longer competing for her attention, they let her take control, savoring the shared pleasure.

Meanwhile, Dave continued his relentless thrusts, pushing Hera closer to the edge. She was doing her best to be fair, to give everyone attention, but with pleasure crashing through her in waves, it was becoming harder to focus.

Her gums tingled with an almost unbearable itch, her body overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations surging through her. It took everything in her not to accidentally bite down on either Rafael or Zhane as the pleasure consumed her.

She had no idea how long they had been going. Her arms ached, her jaw burned with exhaustion, but none of that mattered—not when that familiar, intoxicating sensation was building in her lower abdomen.

Her movements faltered, her breath hitching as a powerful wave of pleasure coiled tighter inside her. Then, her body arched back, her lips caught between her teeth in a desperate attempt to stifle a cry.

Tremors wracked her frame, her legs instinctively trying to close around Dave, but there was no escaping it. She was coming—hard.

The overwhelming pleasure was too much, too intense. She wanted to say something, to let them know, but the sheer force of it stole her voice, leaving her gasping, trembling, and utterly undone.

“I’m cumming, sweetheart! Cumming!” Dave groaned through ragged breaths, his voice thick with pleasure. Beads of sweat dripped from his skin onto Hera’s, mingling with the heat between them.

Hera could feel it too—his cock pulsing, growing even harder inside her, stretching her impossibly as he reached his peak.

But he didn’t need her to say anything either; he already knew. He could feel it in the way her walls clenched around him, tightening like a vice, as if trying to pull him deeper while simultaneously pushing him back.

The overwhelming pressure sent him spiraling, his release surging through him with an intensity that nearly drained him of all strength. Yet, even as pleasure wracked his body, he couldn’t stop.

His hips moved on instinct, thrusting desperately, as if determined to bury every last drop of his seed deep inside her.

“Hnnngh!” Dave grunted as his thrusts slowed, his body spent. His eyes squeezed shut, and for a moment, all he wanted was to collapse on top of Hera, to stay buried inside her and hold her close. But before he could, a firm grip yanked him away.

“Finally! Took your sweet time, huh?” Luke remarked, his tone laced with impatience.

His gaze drifted downward, settling on Hera’s glistening folds, where a milky stream of cum slowly trickled out.

His brows furrowed as he looked back at Dave, but whatever was on his mind, he chose to keep it to himself.

“Hera, can you still keep going?” Luke asked softly, easing her up into his arms. Her body was still trembling, convulsing in the aftermath of her release, and he wasn’t even sure if she had heard him.

A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he cradled her, his fingers tracing soothing circles along her back. In front of him, both Rafael and Zhane crouched on the mattress, their knees pressed into the soft surface, their heels supporting their weight.

Their chests rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat glistening on their skin, but despite their obvious arousal, neither had reached their peak yet.

They needed more—more stimulation, more friction—but instead of voicing their impatience, they simply watched Hera, their gazes dark with longing. Neither spoke, waiting for her answer, waiting to see if she could still take more.

As Hera remained lost in the lingering waves of pleasure, Luke turned to Dave with a playful smirk. “Congrats on graduating—losing your virginity to our girl.”