The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 734

Chapter 734: Chapter 734 The Patient One Reaps The Reward
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WARNING!!!

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

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Luke, who had just calmed down after taking a sip himself, instantly choked on his saliva, coughing in surprise. Seizing the opportunity to be useful, Dave sprang into action, dashing out of the room to fetch a pitcher of warm water.

They used the short break to let Hera rest, giving her a moment to catch her breath. When Dave returned, Zhane carefully helped her drink the warm water, making sure she was comfortable. But as soon as she finished, it was Zhane’s turn.

As Zhane took her from Rafael’s arms, Hera swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat. Athena’s words echoed in her mind—’If you take in all the male leads as yours, you might not be able to walk properly the next day.’ And now, she was starting to believe it.

She had just finished with Rafael, the third one, and already her legs felt weak, trembling from exhaustion. But there was still Zhane.

‘Maybe I made a mistake letting all four of them be here at once…’ she thought. Three might have been her limit, but four? That seemed impossible. These men were relentless—ravenous and insatiable. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how she would feel by tomorrow.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely registered the way Zhane was handling her with unexpected care. Before she knew it, he had already laid her down gently on the bed.

“Relax, let me do all the hard work,” Zhane said smoothly, making it sound as if Hera wouldn’t have to lift a finger.

But in reality, she knew better—this was going to be anything but easy. Her body would be stretched and pushed to its limits, over and over, wracked with pleasure until she was completely spent.

His words might have sounded caring and understanding, but his eyes told a different story. They devoured her like a feast he had been starving for, barely concealing his hunger.

He had waited for so long, watching the others take their turns, and now that he was finally last in line, the patience he had forced himself to maintain was wearing thin.

His body ached with need—so much so that he was sure he’d get blue balls if he held back any longer. None of them had lasted less than 45 minutes, and that was already their fastest, which meant he had been waiting for what felt like an eternity.

Hera could see it in his expression, in the way his hands trembled slightly from restraint. And despite her exhaustion, a pang of guilt crept in.

He had been patient, holding back for her, and now, even as her body begged for rest, she found herself giving in—letting him finally take what he had been waiting for.

She bit her lip, hesitating for a moment before finally pulling Zhane toward her. This time, she took the lead—capturing his lips in a deep kiss, her tongue teasingly tracing along his. The three men watching from the side couldn’t help but simmer with envy.

Hera hadn’t initiated anything with them, yet here she was, offering Zhane something they hadn’t received. Despite all his waiting, he had earned something they hadn’t—a moment of her tenderness.

As their tongues intertwined in a slow, intoxicating dance, Zhane eased himself between her legs. With deliberate gentleness, he guided his cock inside her, sinking in inch by inch. Hera gasped, her moan muffled against his lips. “Hmmm…”

Zhane moved with a steady rhythm, his hips thrusting against hers with a gentleness that set him apart from the others. Hera could feel the restraint in his movements, and his self-control was evident in the way he held back for her sake.

His expression was tight, as if he were in pain, suppressing his own desires just to make sure he didn’t overwhelm her.

Soft kisses trailed from her cheeks down to her jawline and neck, leaving a warm, damp path in their wake. Then, she felt the gentle pull of his lips as he sucked on her skin, marking her as his own.

“Hera, you feel so good,” Zhane murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. The room was filled with the lewd symphony of wet, rhythmic slaps, his pained grunts blending seamlessly with her breathy moans.

Hera’s fingers curled against his back, her nails lightly digging into his skin. “Zhane, there’s no need to hold back,” she whispered between gasps. “Just do what feels good for both of us.”

She had enjoyed his tenderness—it was different from the others, almost intimate—but she could see how much he was struggling to restrain himself. It wasn’t fair that he was the only one holding back when the others had already taken her without reservation. Besides, she could still handle it.

The moment she gave him permission, something inside Zhane snapped. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before opening again, filled with raw hunger.

He cradled the back of her head in his large hand, holding her as if he were trying to mold her into his very being. And then, with newfound urgency, he began pounding into her, his thrusts deep and relentless, finally letting himself go.

“Ah!” Hera’s moans grew louder, her voice breaking into a desperate cry. “God!”

Zhane smirked, his breathing ragged as he pounded into her. “You like this?” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Without warning, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, driving himself deeper inside her. The new angle made her gasp, her body arching as pleasure surged through her.

Bracing himself, Zhane planted both arms on either side of her, his toned body hovering over hers like he was in a push-up position. His thrusts never slowed, each one hitting deeper, more precise. His eyes never wavered from her hazy, pleasure-drunken gaze, drinking in every expression that crossed her face.

“Does it feel good?” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Tell me, darling… I want to hear it from your lips.”

“Y-Yesh! I feel good,” Hera murmured obediently, her voice trembling with pleasure. The moment the words left her lips, she felt Zhane twitch inside her, his cock pulsing at her admission.

A devilish smirk spread across his face as he bit his lower lip, his eyes gleaming with mischief and satisfaction.

“That’s playing dirty, Zhane!” Dave protested from the side, his voice laced with frustration, as if itching to jump in. But before he could make a move, Rafael clapped a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

He, too, was still as hard as a rock, his jaw clenched with restraint, but they both knew—Zhane had waited his turn patiently. They had to give him this moment, no matter how much it tortured them.

“Darling, you are so beautiful,” Zhane whispered against Hera’s lips, his voice filled with adoration as he kissed her endlessly. His gentle words and tender touch stood in stark contrast to the raw hunger that had consumed the others earlier.

Watching him, the three men felt a wave of realization wash over them. They had let their desires take over, indulging in their own pleasure without taking the time to coax and cherish Hera the way Zhane did. Embarrassment settled in, along with a silent vow to be better next time—to make sure she felt just as worshipped as she did desired.