Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1451

Chapter 1451: Doting The Emperor [Part 1] *
Villain Ch 1451. Doting The Emperor [Part 1] *

A hand splayed against his hip, firm, keeping him grounded, keeping him from shifting into the touch, from chasing the warmth with his own movements. Another traced over his thigh, fingers digging in slightly. The low hum of someone’s voice vibrated against his skin, making him shudder involuntarily, a reaction he couldn’t control.

The sound of wet heat, of slick movement, filled the space between breaths, between soft exhales and the rustle of shifting fabric. He could hear the subtle movements of the others, the occasional murmurs exchanged between them, but his mind was fogged, tunneled into nothing but sensation. Teeth scraped lightly, just enough to send a sharp jolt up his spine, followed by a soothing press of a tongue, easing the sting into something dangerously good.

Allen’s fingers curled, breath coming in slower, heavier. His senses were drowned in the moment—the warmth surrounding him, the way fingers dragged across his skin, the mix of perfume and sweat thick in the air, the quiet, knowing murmurs between them as they worked in sync.

And then… he felt it. They licked his cock before taking it deeper in their mouth. He didn’t know who as his eyes remained closed but he could feel all the sensation. He barely registered the shift, the way someone’s lips replaced another’s, a different rhythm but the same heat, the same thorough attention that left no space for resistance. He exhaled sharply when nails traced down his stomach, the contrast of sharp and soft making his nerves burn.

Alice’s voice was a low, amused murmur against his skin. “Still keeping quiet?”

Allen exhaled through his nose. “Trying.”

Bella chuckled. “Keyword: trying.”

The warmth deepened, the pressure increasing, and Allen’s restraint wavered, his body tensing slightly before he forced himself to relax. The slow, torturous rhythm picked up, lips moving in perfect synchronization with teasing fingers, and the tension in his core coiled tighter, hotter. His breath stuttered, head tilting back further, jaw clenching as he fought the overwhelming pull of sensation. He could feel his erection was getting harder. His load was getting fuller.

Shea’s voice hummed in his ear, smug and knowing. “Don’t fight it.”

Allen didn’t respond. Couldn’t.

The pressure built, wound tight, and he barely registered the murmured words, the teasing chuckles, the way hands never stopped moving, guiding him through the steady, consuming heat that left him spiraling, helpless against the tide.

And when he finally let go, it was with a sharp inhale, his muscles tensing before the release hit, white-hot semen came out of his cock. The warmth around him swallowed every last drop of tension from his body.

Silence followed, thick and heavy, filled only with the sound of ragged breathing, the rustle of fabric as someone shifted, the lingering heat settling over his skin. Hands smoothed over his body, grounding, reassuring, and when he finally forced his eyes open, the first thing he saw was Alice smirking down at him, her fingers still tracing lazy circles against his thigh.

Zoe leaned in, her expression lazy and pleased. “Better?”

Allen exhaled, closing his eyes again. “Yeah.”

The tension in his body had unraveled completely, leaving him in a state of heavy-limbed relaxation, warmth seeping into his bones. The girls around him didn’t shift, didn’t move away—if anything, they stayed close, lingering, fingers still tracing absentminded patterns over his skin. The scent of sweat, heat, and faint perfume clung to the air, mixing with the subtle sweetness of their breath, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

His gaze flicked toward Jane, who tilted her head slightly, a slow smirk tugging at her lips as she dragged her tongue along the corner of her mouth, catching the last traces of his semen. The sight sent a flicker of something dark and hungry through him, the way her tongue darted out, the pleased hum in her throat like she was savoring it.

She caught him staring and grinned. “Tasty.”

Allen clicked his tongue, but he didn’t look away.

Larissa chuckled from beside him, stretching her arms over her head, her eyes glinting under the dim lamplight. “You know,” she mused, “for someone who just had a leg day, you look okay.” She tilted her head, smirking. “Wanna go another round?”

Allen let out a slow exhale, his body still humming from the intensity of what just happened. He could feel the residual heat lingering in his limbs, the way his muscles ached—not just from earlier, but from the sheer stimulation of it all. And yet, the way Larissa’s voice curled around those words, teasing, tempting, was enough to make his fingers twitch.

Shea groaned, rolling her eyes. “How about dinner first before we start tempting him into another round? Call me crazy, but maybe Allen could use some energy before we break him again.”

Bella snickered. “I dunno, I think he could handle another round.”

Vivian hummed in amusement. “We could test it, but Shea’s got a point. If we’re gonna keep him all to ourselves for the rest of the night, we should probably feed him first.”

Zoe stretched lazily. “Fine, fine. I’ll call the butler. He can bring the food here.” She gave Allen a pointed look. “You better appreciate this. We’re literally feeding you so you don’t collapse mid-round two.”

Allen huffed, rubbing his face. “I’m not that weak.”

Alice snickered, still comfortably perched beside him. “Oh, babe, no one said you were weak. We’re just thorough.”

Shea nudged his shoulder, grinning. “For the time being… wear this.”

She tossed something soft at him—fabric, warm from where she had been holding it. Allen caught it, unfolding it to see a night robe, simple but comfortable.

Allen raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Shea smirked. “Unless you like sitting around naked while we wait for food?”

Bella grinned. “I mean, no one’s complaining.”

Allen sighed but wore it anyway. His body still felt warm.

Zoe finished placing the call, stretching as she leaned back against the pillows. “Sebastian bringing up the food. Shouldn’t take long.”