Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1455

Chapter 1455: All Night Rodeo *
Villain Ch 1455. All Night Rodeo *

Allen’s grip didn’t loosen as he pulled Alice fully against him, her body pressing against his, her breath warm against his skin. The teasing glint in her eyes flickered—something shifting from playful to expectant.

The air in the room thickened. His voice was low, steady, but laced with something unmistakable. Intent.

“You know,” he murmured, dragging his fingers lazily down her spine, feeling the way she shivered under his touch, “my legs still hurt…”

The girls watched him closely, their bodies still half-draped over the bed, waiting.

Allen smirked. “…But I guess I need to do something to you guys.”

Shea let out a slow, amused exhale, sitting up slightly before reaching over to the bedside drawer. A moment later, a soft thump sounded as she dropped a box onto the table beside them.

Allen blinked.

At least a dozen condoms spilled onto the surface.

Shea stretched, completely unbothered, and grinned. “Do as much as you like.”

The room went silent for half a second. Bella whistled low. “Damn, she came prepared.”

Vivian chuckled, rolling onto her stomach and resting her chin on her palm. “Not that we’re surprised.”

Jane smirked, tilting her head. “I did say we needed to balance spoiling him with something more… fun.”

Allen exhaled through his nose, glancing at the condoms, then back at them. His fingers twitched against Alice’s skin, still holding her in place, still feeling the way her heartbeat had picked up slightly.

Larissa leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, watching him carefully. “So?” she mused, voice laced with amusement. “What are you going to do to us?”

Allen let out a slow breath.

Oh, they had no idea.

Allen rolled his shoulders. His fingers tightened around Alice’s waist, his grip firm but deliberate.

And then— The shift happened.

Allen moved before anyone could react, flipping Alice onto her back, her startled gasp swallowed by his mouth as he kissed her—deep, firm, possessive. Her body arched into him instinctively, fingers tangling into his hair as the kiss deepened, messy and full of pent-up tension.

The others watched, their amusement slowly shifting into hunger.

Shea, sitting back against the pillows, smirked. “Finally.”

Allen pulled back slightly, breath heavy, gaze flicking across the girls sprawled out around him. His lips were still slick from the kiss, heat pulsing through his veins, but something else flickered behind his eyes—something territorial.

He exhaled through his nose. “You all asked for this.”

Alice smirked, tilting her head. “And you’re finally delivering.”

Allen didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. He crashed his lips against hers, swallowing whatever teasing remark she had been about to make. The kiss was rough, claiming, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, feeling the way her breath hitched against his mouth. Alice melted into it, responding with equal hunger, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pressed against him.

His hands moved lower, slipping beneath the fabric of her clothes, fingertips tracing the heated skin underneath. The sensation made her shiver, a breathless gasp escaping her as he tugged at her top, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. He barely gave her time to react before his lips found her neck, dragging slow, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, savoring the way she trembled beneath him.

The others watched, anticipation flickering in their eyes.

He brought her to the bed. The bed shifted, sheets twisting beneath them as Allen took control. Their clothes peeled away in slow increments, thrown carelessly across the room.

Soft gasps turned into breathy moans. The sharp slap of skin against skin filled the space.

Allen’s breath was heavy, body slick with sweat as he moved with them, the room spinning in waves of pleasure and heat. The girls wanted him—all of him—but they weren’t about to let him exhaust himself completely.

So they rode him in turn.

Alice first, her body pressing against him, nails dragging down his chest, her voice breathy as she took everything he had to give. Allen’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, the sensation making his head spin.

Then Shea, she whispered taunts in his ear even as she melted against him.

Vivian next, her kisses lingering along his neck, slow and deep, hands trailing over his arms, mapping every muscle, every tension wound too tight.

Larissa—smooth, graceful, her breath hot against his skin, her pace teasing and relentless.

Zoe—playful, wicked, biting his shoulder just enough to make him groan, making sure he felt everything.

Bella—grinning, taunting, marking his skin with her lips, dragging her fingers over his jaw before kissing him senseless.

Jane—watching, waiting, then taking her turn, her movements slow and deliberate, riding him in a way that made his nerves burn.

The room became a haze of heat and motion, tangled limbs, shifting bodies, soft whimpers, hushed laughter between kisses, whispered praises between gasps of pleasure.

Condoms were used. One after another. The small foil packets torn open in hurried movements, discarded onto the nightstand, the numbers dwindling as they lost themselves in each other.

The bed sheets became a tangled mess, damp with sweat, twisted and pulled in the throes of their pleasure.

The scent of them filled the room.

The heat of their bodies, pressing into each other, refusing to let go.

The sound of their breaths mingling, kisses exchanged in the aftermath, skin still burning even after the waves subsided.

Allen was exhausted, his limbs heavy, his chest rising and falling as he lay back against the ruined sheets, his body utterly spent.

The girls weren’t much better—bodies draped over him, around him, their fingers still tracing absentminded patterns along his skin, still touching, still holding him as if they refused to let the moment slip away.

Vivian curled against his side, humming contentedly. “Mmm. You survived.”

Shea snickered. “Barely.”

Alice grinned, breathless. “Not bad for someone who claimed his legs hurt.”

Allen groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I swear to god—”

Zoe chuckled, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “Shhh. Just take the compliment.”

Bella smirked, tilting her head. “You do feel relaxed now, don’t you?”

Allen didn’t answer immediately.

He let himself breathe. Let the warmth of their bodies, the lingering scent of skin and satisfaction, the weight of everything settle into his bones.

Finally, he exhaled, letting his eyes close for just a moment.

“Yeah,” he admitted, voice lower, softer. “I do.”

And in that moment, with their warmth still wrapped around him, their fingers still touching, tracing, claiming him even now—he realized something.

He wasn’t just satisfied.

He was home.