Evil MC's NTR Harem

Hazel's strength abandoned her completely, her legs giving out as her body convulsed in one final, earth-shattering peak.

Hazel felt as though her soul was being pulled from her body, her senses completely overwhelmed.

By the time the endless waves of pleasure began to subside, Hazel was a trembling, boneless mess, her body utterly spent.

Her breathing was ragged, her skin flushed, and her mind was a haze of bliss and exhaustion.

Ross held her tightly, his arms steady as she collapsed against him, her body too weak to support itself.

Hazel's thoughts swirled in a chaotic mix of fear, exhilaration, and disbelief at what had just happened.

Hazel slumped onto the floor, her body utterly spent, trembling as she tried to catch her breath.

Each exhale came out as a soft, almost sensual pant, her lips parted as her chest heaved.

She barely registered the strong arms that scooped her up and carried her gently.

Her mind was foggy, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that had rocked her for the first time in her life.

Her consciousness flickered like a dim flame, her brain unable to process the series of shocking sensations that had unraveled her.

Yet, somewhere deep inside, she knew this was far from over. This was only the beginning.

An hour later, Hazel stirred as a firm tap roused her from her exhausted slumber.

"Hmm… Ross," she murmured groggily, her voice soft and drowsy. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, and her vision cleared to find Ross looming above her. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he leaned down, his mouth already working on her sensitive breasts.

She gasped softly as he teased both her nipples at the same time, sucking and licking with deliberate care.

The sensation sent shivers down her spine, reigniting the fire within her.

"Let's continue, Hazel," Ross said, his voice filled with both playfulness and unyielding desire.

"The day is still young."

Before she could protest, he flipped her effortlessly onto the large sofa, positioning her on her stomach.

Thud!

"Ross, please," she began weakly, her voice trembling. "Let me rest some more… I'm—"

But Hazel suddenly paused, her words caught in her throat as realization dawned.

Her body, which should have been sore and aching from their earlier escapades, felt completely rejuvenated.

Even her well-used pussy, which had been thoroughly ravaged, felt as fresh and painless as if nothing had ever happened.

Hazel was of course too dazed to understand the truth. Something had changed.

Ross's release had done more than just fill her; it had transformed her.

She was no longer bound by the limits of a mortal body.

The passage of time, the frailties of life—none of it mattered anymore.

She was undying now, just like him.

Hazel's mind spun with questions, but there was no time to dwell on them.

Ross was already positioning himself behind her, his cock brushing against her slick, sensitive folds.

She gasped again, realizing she was soaking wet.

He must have done more than just suck her nipples while she slept.

"You were saying?" Ross teased, a wicked chuckle escaping his lips.

"Ross…" she whispered, her voice trembling with both anticipation and frustration.

He didn't wait for her to finish.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he thrust into her, his cock stretching her tight, wet cunt.

"Ahhhhhh…" Hazel cried out, her moan spilling from her lips like honey, her body arching instinctively.

Every nerve in her body lit up with pleasure, and she couldn't hold back the sweet, lewd sounds that followed.

The two remained tangled on the sofa, their passion igniting again and again.

For the next twelve hours, Ross introduced Hazel to a world of lust and bliss she had never imagined.

Time lost all meaning as he showed her the depths of pleasure, their bodies entwined in an endless symphony of ecstasy.

By the time they were done, Hazel was no longer the same woman. She had been completely and irrevocably changed forever.

***

"Hmmmm…" Hazel groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open.

For a brief moment, everything felt normal—her body strangely energized, as if she'd woken from the best sleep of her life.

But then the memories hit her like a freight train.

Her heart sank, and her breathing quickened as vivid flashes of the previous day replayed in her mind.

Ross, his hands on her body, his voice, his dominance—it all came back too quickly, suffocating her.

Hazel gripped the edges of the sofa, her nails digging into the fabric as shame and anger surged within her.

Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she whispered, "I'll make you pay for this, Ross Oakley."

Her voice trembled, but her resolve grew sharper with each passing second.

"You're nothing but a demon in the flesh."

She wiped her tears away and forced herself to stand.

Hazel was not only pretty but she was a strong woman worthy of praise.

Her legs felt unsteady, like they weren't her own.

She took a shaky step forward, glancing around the room, and found her handbag tossed carelessly on the floor.

Hazel retrieved it and pulled out her phone.

Her thumb hovered over the screen as she noticed something odd—the date.

An entire day had passed.

Confusion crossed her face. How could she not have felt hungry or tired after so long?

Her body should have been aching, her stomach growling, her throat parched—but none of that was true.

She felt… fine. Better than fine.

For a moment, curiosity flickered in her mind.

What had Ross done to her? Was this some kind of trick, or… something worse?

But the thought didn't linger long. She clenched her jaw, her focus shifting back to her plan.

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She couldn't let him get away with what he had done to her.

Hazel quickly slipped into her discarded clothes, her hands trembling as she buttoned her blouse.

Every movement felt mechanical, her mind racing through every scenario. She would call the police.

She would report Ross for what he had done.

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