World Traveler Villain-Chapter 211: CH: 209 Fun And Love With Wives!

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{Chapter: 209 Fun And Love With Wives!}

"Oh, I am now."

If she was excited before, Jill was more excited now when she felt something rigid hard pressed against her flat stomach. Glancing down, her eyes went wide in bewilderment when she finally caught a visual of William's impressive digit.

"You're drooling." William mocked.

"Shut up and fuck me already!" Jill finally said the inevitable.

William grinned. "With pleasure."

Moving his hands up to her waist, the woman let out a brief squeal when he suddenly lifted her off his feet and pressed her against the wall of the shower cubicle. Instinctively, she wrapped her slender legs around the William's waist.

Jill couldn't help but shiver in pure ecstasy when she felt the tip of his cock touched lightly against her throbbing entrance. She tried to keep her voice to herself but instantaneously broke down when William shoved his whole member into her vagina in one swift movement.

She wasn't sure what happened after that but the brown haired could've sworn that she screamed. However, it wasn't from pain and was instead from pleasure. Immense pleasure if she must so herself.

"Fuck! Fuck!♥️ FUCK!" Jill repeated as she felt his whole shaft inside her. From his impressive girth to the veins that run along its shaft, Jill can practically feel every aspect of his cock. It was...it was amazing!

As fast as it came, the sensation disappeared when William completely pulled his cock out. Jill was about to whine about it until he trusted it back in.

As seconds went by, Jill could feel her husband's thrusts becoming faster and faster. It was apparent that she wasn't the only one who was excited here.

"M-William, I—" Before she could even as much as complete her sentence, William smashed his mouth against her partially-opened lips in a surprise French kiss. She couldn't help but let out muffled cries of pleasure when he probed his long tongue into her lips and wrapped it with her own.

By all means, it wasn't the first time they've gone this messy before but she definitely wasn't complaining. Especially not when she was being ravaged by her husband who had conveniently speed and strength. He was more animalistic in his action and was treating her like something to only produce their children.

Despite being occupied orally, William's hips were still set to piston his throbbing member in and out of her moist entrance. Not wanting to be a deadweight to him, Jill drove her hips in tandem with his motion, sending further pleasurable jolts all over their wet and naked bodies and eliciting howls and cries of pleasure from each other.

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Unfortunately, as pleasant and stimulating it was, their oral exchange was postponed for another time by both of their needs for oxygen.

Coincidentally, the two also stopped as they began to feel some sort of warm, churning sensation down in their genitals.

"Jill, I'm going to—"

"F-Fuck, do it!"

"Inside?"

"Yes! Inside! Just cum already!" She ordered, already nearing the very edge of her climax.

Having little choice at hand, William simply growled an acknowledgment.

Pulling his cock out for one last time, William let out a roar before thrusting his girthy cock into her vagina. Once he was sure his digit was buried deep enough, the man did the inevitable and released his white hot essence into her waiting womb.

Jill's screams of ecstasy eventually died down into a silent one as she felt her womb being filled up by his sperm to the very brim.

Her eyes rolled back, Jill's grip on the man slowly loosened and she collapsed to the floor, completely spent. Excess amount of semen flowed out of her pussy and into the floor but she was far too dazed to care about it.

William finishes He stood over the unconscious body of Jill and still had a throbbing hard cock.

"She wouldn't mind if I use her while she's asleep, right?" An evil formed on his face as he played with Jill's unconscious ravaging it nonstop until she woke up and again having her bouncing in his cock piercing through inside.

"Mhmmh~♥️ William~♥️!! Shit Ahnn~♥️ Yes, pound me harder!! YES❤️ MY LOVE DO IT❤️

Break me~♥️" Her body was already numb and exhausted yet wanted more enjoying how rough he was. This is what she wanted the first time they had sex. They still had time to enjoy themselves thoroughly.

For the next few hours the wood home became a place of endless orgies and debauchery under William's rule. As Women woke up and got their turn, Wives lined up to offer themselves up to him, eager for release from their bondage under his control. And as each hour passed, more and more women satisfied - all bearing the mark of William's love on their bodies: the king who had claimed them all as his own.

Time had a cruel way of slipping through the cracks when one was surrounded by warmth, love, and exhaustion born from both battle and intimacy. Before any of them even realized it, thirty-six full hours had passed like a dream. Passion had bled into comfort, and comfort into sleep.

As the moon began its descent, casting pale light over the quiet dwelling, William took a final glance at the sleeping forms curled around him. Each of them—his wives, his lovers, his comrades—had found a place beside him, almost instinctively. On his right side lay Ada, Jill, Terry, and Alice, their bodies gently rising and falling with sleep. On his left, Su Yueming, Tessa, Kmart, and Claire clung loosely to his arms and legs, their faces flushed with the afterglow of love and the weight of utter exhaustion.

But it was Peggy who had claimed the sacred space upon his chest, lying directly over his heart with a subtle, almost imperceptible smile of contentment. She held the place of the first wife—not because she had demanded it, but because the others had, perhaps silently, acknowledged it. A subtle pang of jealousy stirred in each of their hearts as they gazed at her through heavy eyelids. But none dared protest. They were far too tired to move, let alone speak, and the soft rhythm of William's heartbeat beneath them lulled them into a deep and peaceful slumber. He had carried some of them into position himself, lifting their limp, sleeping bodies and placing them where they belonged, arranging them not just as lovers—but as family.

A few quiet hours later, the sun rose once more, and William carefully slid out from under Peggy's warm form. He moved gently so as not to disturb them, tucking sheets around each sleeping woman with a fond smile. The soft scent of shared warmth and the bittersweet perfume of love still hung heavy in the air. He took one last look at the sleeping circle he'd built—a haven of warmth in a world too often cold.

But there were two precious hearts left out of that intimate nights—not out of neglect, but by design. His daughter, Becky, and the White Queen, had been sealed off in another wing of the house, shielded from what they already knew but didn't need to witness. Becky had been told, gently, that adults had their own moments, and the White Queen had been her playmate during that long span of exclusion. Now, both girls were bored out of their minds.

When William returned to them, their faces lit up like dawn itself.

"Daddy!" Becky cried, launching herself into his arms, her little arms curling around his neck.

"You took forever," the White Queen said, with a sarcastic tone though her eyes sparkled with fondness.

"To make it up to you," William said, crouching to their level, "how about a sky ride?"

The next few hours passed in pure, exhilarating joy. With Becky laughing wildly on one side and the White Queen grinning beside her, the three soared above the clouds, cutting through golden rays of sunlight as the wind sang around them. They danced through the sky, trailing the heavens in their wake like shooting stars. Then William took them on a surprise dive, descending rapidly toward the ocean before slowing, gently, to walk along the sea bed itself. Protected by a transparent dome of energy, they wandered across coral land, watching curious sea creatures twist and swirl around them like dancers performing just for their amusement.

The bond between them deepened with every moment. Father. Daughter. Companion. A triangle of love formed that would not be broken by time or war.

When they returned, the sky had turned amber. Stars blinked into view as evening crept in. William, feeling both refreshed and reflective, decided it was time to feed his exhausted, beloved women—who, during their thirty-six hours of ecstasy and rest, had barely eaten anything beyond a few energy-rich snacks he had drawn from his personal dimensional storage.

He snapped his fingers, and from a sealed vault emerged a symphony of dishes—each prepared by the finest chefs of a bygone era, preserved perfectly in time. Five-star meals, bursting with flavor and richness, appeared upon the grand dining table. Sizzling meats, aromatic stews, glazed vegetables, sweet buns, exotic fruits, aged wine, and delicate pastries all took their place under the soft chandelier lights.

Meanwhile, William sat down in the center, flanked by Becky and the White Queen, feeding them each bite with the same care one might give royalty. Their laughter echoed through the main hall like music. His hands, which had wielded death, now delivered only nourishment and love.

The first to stir from the massive cuddle pile were Alice and Ada—veterans of countless lives, with bodies enhanced beyond normal limits. Their eyes blinked open, senses sharpening instantly. Still naked, they reached for whatever garments they could find—blankets, coats, even stray towels—and began to wake the others.

"Get up," Ada whispered, nudging Claire gently. "He's leaving soon."

The words carried weight. Heavy, emotional, and bittersweet.

Despite their sore muscles, burning thighs, and the fatigue lingering in their bones, the other women forced themselves awake. Some groaned in protest, others blinked groggily, not yet realizing the hours had passed. But the moment they heard William's name—and that he would be leaving shortly—they rose like mist over warm earth.

Then, all at once, realization struck. The nakedness. The sweat. The raw, sensual scent of what had happened between them all. Cheeks flushed in shared embarrassment as glances were exchanged. Though none were strangers to one another anymore, the memories of the final hours—of whispered names, of breathless moans, of tangled limbs and confessions in the dark orgy—rushed back with full force.

Without another word, they fled in different directions, naked as the day they were born, laughter and curses trailing behind them. Each woman dashed to her room, heart pounding—not from shame, but from something deeper. A thrill. A memory.

Quick showers followed. Steam rose, washing away the sweat and marking a clean end to their night of togetherness. They changed into soft, comfortable clothes—light dresses, oversized shirts, loose pants—anything that allowed their bodies the rest they still desperately needed.

One by one, they returned to the main hall.

And what they saw stole their breath.

William, the man who had claimed their hearts and bodies, sat there with the innocence of a father. He was smiling, gently brushing crumbs from Becky's cheek. The White Queen sipped juice with a look of calm contentment.

And on the table... a feast fit for queens.

Their stomachs growled in betrayal.

Tessa was the first to giggle. Kmart gave in to a groan. Claire's eyes gleamed with hunger, and Jill swallowed hard, a line of drool betraying her poise.

William looked up, eyes filled with warmth. "There you are," he said softly. "Come. Eat with me."

The women approached like a tide of color and beauty, seating themselves around him. And as the aroma of the food wrapped around them like a blanket, as laughter returned to the room and tired bodies leaned into one another in contentment, a new kind of magic took root.

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"By now, you've probably heard that India has launched missiles toward Pakistan. I live in India — and while the chances of a full retaliation are low, if one does happen, my city, Jaipur, would likely be a primary target.

So, if you don't hear from me for the next fifteen days, there's a chance I'm either lying in a hospital bed... or I've left this world altogether.

Until then... take care."