The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 735

Chapter 735: Chapter 735 Restless Night
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WARNING!!!

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

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In the end, it really had turned into a demonstration, just as Zhane had told Dave earlier—a live example of how to make love and show control, patience, and passion intertwined with the woman they love.

It was no wonder Zhane felt like their big brother. He was more mature, more composed, and now, it showed the difference between them more than ever.

As Zhane moved within her, Hera felt something deeper than just physical pleasure—an emotional and even spiritual connection forming between them. She had only ever felt this way with Leo, during their first time and the moments they shared afterward. She had believed that kind of fulfillment was something only Leo could give her.

But now, with Zhane, a sense of completeness filled her entire being. It was different, intoxicating in its own way, and the pleasure coursing through her sent her over the edge again and again.

Each time Zhane thrust into her, she couldn’t hold back—her core clenched tightly around him, and she overflowed with release, causing wet, lewd sounds to echo in the room.

Zhane groaned in pleasure, clearly reveling in the sensation. He gripped her tighter, his voice husky with passion as he murmured, “That’s right, darling. You’re doing so good… you feel incredible. Ugh.”

“Cumming! Cumming!” Hera nearly screamed as another intense orgasm overtook her.

“Just let it all out…” Zhane murmured, his voice thick with desire. As she convulsed around him, he groaned, feeling her walls tighten so fiercely around his cock that it nearly made him stall.

The way she pulsed around him was almost too much, making it feel like she was trying to milk every last drop from him. He held still for a moment, letting the sensation wash over him, then resumed his movements.

But each time he thrust, Hera clenched again, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through him. His breathing grew ragged, his chest rising and falling with every pant. “Ha… ha… ha…” Zhane exhaled, beads of sweat rolling down his temples as he fought to keep control.

As he felt Hera trembling beneath him, he shifted slightly and brought one hand to her breast, kneading the soft flesh.

Zhane had never considered himself obsessed with breasts or asses—being a doctor, he had seen countless bodies, and none had ever stirred this kind of hunger in him. But with Hera, it was different. Watching her breasts bounce with every thrust, feeling the curve of her perky ass against him—he was mesmerized.

And now, he was sure of one thing.

He was completely addicted to her.

“Darling, I—I’m about to cum too… Please take all of me,” Zhane groaned, his voice raw with need. At that moment, he wasn’t a doctor, wasn’t the rational, level-headed man he prided himself on being. Right now, he was just a man—completely lost in desire, buried balls deep inside the woman he loved.

Hera couldn’t even form coherent words at this point, completely overtaken by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Zhane’s sweet nothings barely registered in her dazed mind—all she knew was that she was nearing yet another orgasm, and exhaustion was creeping in fast. Desperate for a reprieve, she weakly pounded on Zhane’s chest.

“T-Time out…” she whimpered breathlessly.

But just as the words left her lips, Zhane reached his peak, and the sudden warmth of his release sent another body-shaking tremor through her. She gasped, her body shuddering uncontrollably as the thick, hot cum filled her to the core.

A deep, satiated ache spread through her as she felt herself stretched and stuffed to the brim, overflowing from one man to the next—Dave, Luke, Rafael, and now Zhane.

When Zhane finally pulled away, a slow trickle of warmth escaped her overstimulated core, evidence of the sheer amount they had left inside her.

The four men watched with pride, their eyes locked on the sight of their mixed releases spilling from her. It didn’t matter whose was whose anymore. All that mattered was that she had taken all of them.

Hera felt utterly spent, her body heavy with exhaustion and ready to drift into sleep. But as she shifted slightly, discomfort prickled at her skin—the bedsheets were damp with sweat, and the air was thick with the musky scent of their mixed fluids.

The lingering heat of their passion clung to her, wrapping around her like a weighted blanket.

She had given them everything, showing just how fair she could be, letting them ravage her without restraint, surrendering completely as she cast all her inhibitions aside. Surely, they were satisfied now. Surely, they would let her rest.

But then, she felt the mattress dip beneath her once more.

Blinking groggily, Hera forced her heavy eyelids open, only to be met with the sight of four towering figures looming over her. Their shadows stretched across her spent body, and when her gaze met theirs, a shiver ran down her spine. The fire in their eyes hadn’t dimmed in the slightest.

If anything, it had only grown stronger.

And so, the relentless night stretched on until the first light of dawn filtered through the room. By then, Hera was utterly spent—worn down until she could no longer even moan, her throat raw and her voice hoarse from the endless cries of pleasure.

Her body, once brimming with stamina, had been drained of every last drop of energy, her fluids wrung dry despite the water they had continuously fed her.

No matter how much they tried to replenish her, they only took it back tenfold—leaving her slick with sweat, her limbs trembling, her body surrendering completely to their insatiable desire.

Though Hera prided herself on her endurance, honed from years of juggling multiple jobs, she soon realized that even her remarkable stamina was no match against the relentless hunger of the four male leads.

She was only released when the sun finally rose, as Rafael, Zhane, and Dave needed to take care of those who had conspired against them. The moment they let her go, Hera’s heavy, sleep-deprived eyelids finally gave out, and she passed out cold.

Luke, equally exhausted, lay beside her, his arms wrapped around her protectively as he, too, drifted into a deep sleep. He hadn’t even pulled out, his cock still buried deep inside her, but at this point, no one bothered to mention it.

They didn’t even care that the bedsheet was so drenched it felt like they could squeeze a few glasses of water from it. Despite the discomfort, Hera and Luke had already fallen into a deep sleep, completely exhausted.

The others considered moving them to another room, but Luke refused to let go of Hera, holding onto her even while he was asleep.

Left with no other choice, they worked together—still completely naked—to carefully lift both Hera and Luke and transfer them to a clean, dry bed. They couldn’t risk Hera getting sick after such an intense night.

After everything was done, the other three were already up and battle-ready, looking surprisingly refreshed—the lingering traces of aphrodisiac in their bodies had long since worn off.

However, with no fresh clothes prepared, they had no choice but to slip back into their wrinkled, sweat-drenched outfits from the night before, the fabric bearing the evidence of their long, restless night.