Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1181: Chapter 1181 Element

Bella could almost feel it already: the way they would press and rub against every sensitive spot, massaging her from the inside, skewering her in slow, deliberate strokes.

The thought was filthy, overwhelming, and utterly irresistible.

A sudden rush of wetness flooded between her thighs, warm and unmistakable.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily, aching with need, slickness coating her folds as her body betrayed just how desperately it wanted exactly what her mind was picturing.

A soft, needy whimper slipped from her throat before she could catch it.

Ross heard it—of course he did—and the corner of his mouth curved in a knowing, excited smile, but he didn’t speak.

He simply watched her, letting the tension build.

Time stretched thin. Bella leaned forward slowly, drawn in like a moth to flame.

The closer she got, the stronger his scent became—clean skin, warm musk, pure masculine arousal.

It wrapped around her senses, intoxicating and heady, making her mouth water instantly.

Saliva pooled on her tongue as anticipation coiled tight in her belly.

This would only be the second cock she’d ever tasted in her entire life, and the knowledge sent a sharp thrill through her—equal parts guilt, curiosity, and raw hunger.

Her lips brushed the broad, swollen head first, feather-light.

The skin there was impossibly soft, velvet over steel, already slick with a fat bead of precum that smeared warm against her mouth.

She paused there, lips sealed gently around just the tip, breathing him in. Her eyes fluttered shut.

And then the guilt crashed in.

Her husband’s face flashed behind her closed lids—his kind smile, the quiet life they’d built, the vows she’d spoken with absolute certainty.

This was betrayal, plain and simple. Cheating. There was no pretty way to dress it up.

Her heart twisted painfully even as her body thrummed with need.

But then the justification rose up, fierce and desperate: she was doing this to save them.

To save both of them from that psychotic, undead girl and the nightmare she’d dragged into their lives.

It wasn’t desire she told herself. It was survival. A sacrifice. It didn’t count. It couldn’t count.

She drew in a dozen slow, trembling breaths, each one tasting faintly of him, her lips still resting softly against the hot, silky crown.

Her hands, resting on his powerful thighs, tightened slightly as she steadied herself.

Finally, the internal battle quieted—just enough.

Bella parted her lips.

Her tongue slipped out first, warm and wet, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around the flared head.

She tasted him fully then—salty-sweet, rich, addictive.

A low, involuntary moan vibrated in her throat as the flavor burst across her tongue.

Encouraged by the way his cock jerked against her mouth, she licked again, broader this time, flattening her tongue to lap at the sensitive underside, savoring the smooth texture, the subtle ridges, the faint pulse of those massive veins even at the tip.

She lingered there, exploring every contour with soft, worshipful strokes—teasing the slit, gathering another bead of precum, swirling around the crown until her own breathing grew ragged.

Only then did she pull back slightly, lips shiny, eyes half-lidded with arousal, and glance up at him through her lashes.

Ross was watching her with dark, heavy-lidded intensity, one hand still threaded loosely in her hair, thumb brushing idly along her scalp. Approval and hunger burned in his gaze.

Bella’s heart pounded. She knew what came next—and deep down, beneath the guilt and the fear and the excuses, she wanted it more than she’d ever wanted anything.

"Hmmmph..." Bella let out a muffled, frustrated whimper as she leaned forward, lips parted wide, trying desperately to take Ross’s cock into her mouth.

The broad, swollen head pressed against her lips, stretching them painfully even before she’d managed to get it inside.

She pushed harder, jaw aching, cheeks hollowing with effort, but it was simply too thick—too impossibly massive—for her small mouth to accommodate.

She tried again and again, saliva coating the tip as she worked, but each attempt only made her jaw burn and her eyes water.

It felt like her mouth might actually split at the corners before she could take even the head.

Defeated for the moment, she pulled back slightly, panting, lips shiny and swollen.

Instead of giving up, she shifted her approach. Her tongue swept out, long and eager, lapping greedily along the underside of his shaft, tracing every bulging vein with wet, worshipful strokes.

She moved lower, pressing soft kisses along the length, then cupped his heavy balls in one trembling hand.

They were full, warm, and weighty in her palm; she massaged them gently, rolling them between her fingers as she continued licking—broad, flat strokes from base to tip, swirling around the head whenever she reached it.

All the while, she moaned lewdly, the sounds vibrating against his skin, letting him know just how much she wanted this, how hard she was trying to please him despite her limitations.

But beneath the performance, panic was rising.

If she could barely handle the head in her mouth, how on earth was she going to take this monster inside her pussy?

The thought sent a cold spike of fear through her chest even as fresh arousal throuded between her thighs.

He’s going to break me in two, she thought, heart racing.

She could already imagine it—the relentless stretch, the burn, the way those thick veins would drag and press inside her, filling her so completely she wouldn’t be able to think, move, or breathe. It would hurt. It would overwhelm her.

And yet... her body clenched at the idea, traitorously eager, slickness dripping down her inner thighs.

Still, she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

Her hands kept stroking the parts of his shaft her mouth couldn’t reach, tongue never ceasing its devoted attention, moans growing throatier and more desperate as the minutes ticked by.

She wanted him to feel good. Needed him to.

This was the price, after all—the bargain she’d made to keep them alive.

In this zombie apocalypse, Bella came to understand a single, merciless truth: she would do anything to survive.