Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 203: Sofia: My Ghost (R-18)

I seized her hips mid-slam—wrenching her off my cock with a grip like iron. The sudden hollow void shattered her frenzy.

"NO!" she wailed, collapsing onto all fours like a puppet cut from its strings. She clawed at the rug, crying—real, desperate tears streaming down her face as her pussy clenched around the emptiness I’d carved. "Put it back! Please, Peter, I need—I NEED—"

Her ass hovered before —a masterpiece of adolescent divinity sculpted by genetics and relentless squats. Perfectly round, tanned olive skin stretched taut over muscle, dimples above each hemisphere flexing as she trembled.

Not a single flaw—just smooth, firm curves designed to be gripped, spanked, and owned.

The school’s "hottest girl" presented as a primal offering—glistening with sweat and the blood of her ruined innocence.

CRACK! My palm landed hard on her right cheek. She jumped. "More!"

CRACK! Left cheek this ti—reddening beautifully. "HARDER!"

CRACK! A brutal third slap on the sa spot. She sobbed, "YES! FUCKING BRAND !"

I positioned myself at her slick entrance—drenched in her juices and virgin blood. With one brutal thrust, I impaled her. Her ass bounced like ripe fruit as I slamd ho—a shockwave rippling through the flesh. She scread—a sound of agony and euphoria as I stretched her freshly torn walls around my length.

"FUCK! IT’S SO DEEP!"

Then I destroyed her.

No rhythm. No rcy. Just relentless, piston-driving fury. Hips like a flesh-cannon slamming forward, dragging back, plowing deeper with every stroke. Her inner walls—still swollen, still bleeding—clamped around like a crushing vise, fluttering from the overload.

"YES! YES! YES!" she chanted between sobs and guttural screams. Her tears splattered onto the rug beneath her.

Her ass bounced like wild lons with every impact—reddening where my palm had branded her. Blood and arousal mixed—streaking her inner thighs in crimson ribbons dripping onto my balls in hot, sticky globs.

I grabbed a fistful of her sweat-soaked hair, yanking her head back. "You feel that, ghost?" I snarled, pounding deeper. "You feel where Jack never could?"

"YES! ONLY YOU! OH GOD—PETER—FUCK— MORE!"

My free hand mauled her ass—squeezing the bruised flesh, nails digging into fresh welts.

CRACK! Another slap—harder this ti—right over her clenching asshole.

"FUCKING BRAND FOR LIFE!" she howled, convulsing beneath . Another orgasm—deeper, more violent—ripped through her. Her cuntexploded—gushing around my cock, mixing with the blood, flooding my shaft in hot slickness, dripping down our legs in thick, pink-tinted rivers.

"Sofia’s dead," I growled, drilling into her shivering body. "Say it."

"S-SOFIA’S DEAD!" she scread, voice shredding. "I’M YOURS! YOUR GHOST! YOUR RUIN—"

I ca.

Not a release. An eruption.

Thick ropes of cum flooded her torn cunt—painting her insides white, mixing with the blood and ecstasy. She scread again—animal, broken—

I growled—low, animal—willing my cock to expand. Inside her, it thickened—lengthening—the head flaring like a warhamr crushing against her cervix. Her eyes rolled white. "OH GOD—YOU’RE BIGGER—"

I destroyed her.

Hips beca pistons—driving into her with rciless force. Her ass jiggled violently with every impact—reddened flesh glowing under dim light where I’d branded her. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK—collision of flesh echoed like gunshots, each thrust punctuated by a choked cry.

CRACK! Another slap mid-thrust. "AGAIN!"

CRACK! Harder—bruising. "FUCKING BREAK !"

CRACK! I struck her wounded cheek. She wailed—"I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR HANDS! RUIN MY ASS!"

Her legs gave out. As she sagged, I slid arms under her chest—yanking her upright. Back arched against my torso, legs kicking wildly until I hooked them over my forearms—spreading her wide. Feet dangled mid-air—completely suspended. Gravity pinned my cock deeper than ever inside her spasming cunt.

"LOOK AT YOU," I snarled against her ear, pistoning upward while holding her torso. Free hand mauled her bouncing breasts—pinching nipples as I fucked her like a human fleshlight.

Her ass slapped against my pelvis—wet, brutal thwacks. "FUCKING DANGLING ON MY DICK LIKE THE GHOST YOU ARE!"

She shattered.

Orgasm detonated like a bomb—supernova of pain and ecstasy. "CUMMING! CUMMING SO HARD—EVERYWHERE!" Juice gushed from her ruined pussy—thick, clear spurts, splattering floorboards beneath us with every upward thrust.

Scent hit—musky, sweet, tallic with blood—filling the room. Her body convulsed violently in my arms—puppet on my cock, squirting uncontrollably as I pounded her through the seizure.

"YES! DRAIN ! OWN !" she sobbed, fluids spilling onto the floor in a shimring pool.

I held her quivering, spent fra aloft—still balls-deep in her ruined cunt. Fingers dug into her sweat-slick breasts, ass bruised and gleaming against my abs.

Sofia wasn’t just broken. She was remade—wild, insatiable ghost, eternally possessed by the power of my cock.

As her legs trembled limply in my grip, she whispered the truth: "I belong to the ruin now... forever."

I dropped her—letting her collapsed, boneless body crumple onto the sweat-soaked, sen-stained rug. Not gently. Let gravity take her—thud. Before her muscles could unclench, I was on her, kicking her legs wide with brutal force, knees shoving between hers like a plow parting soil.

No words. Just possession.

My hands clamped onto the backs of her thighs—yanking them up, folding her nearly double until her knees crushed her breasts. Feet dangled over my shoulders. The position forced her spine to arch, cunt tilted up—gaping, bleeding, dripping both our releases in thick pink ribbons onto the rug beneath.

I lined up—cockhead notched against her swollen entrance. Her torn flesh still trembled, inner walls fluttering around emptiness. One brutal thrust—slamming ho—balls-deep. Her cry was raw, shredded—throat raw from screaming, torn by the fresh stretch.

Then I destroyed her.

Missionary wasn’t soft. It was dominance. Control. Ruination.

Hips beca pistons—drilling downward with earth-shaking force. Balls slapped her bruised ass—thwack-thwack-thwack—wet, brutal.

Flesh t flesh—sounds like gunshots echoing through ruined childhood sanctuary. Her body jolted upward with every impact shoulders scraping rough carpet, tits bouncing violently against her ribs, nipples crimson from abuse.

"YES! FUCK—MORE—HARDER—" she scread, voice hoarse, shredded. "HURT ! OWN !"

I obeyed. Hand slamd down—CRACK!—striking her clit. Her entire body convulsed—back arching like a snapping bow, cunt clamping like a crushing vise. Juice gushed—spraying my abdon in hot, clear bursts.

CRACK! Again—harder.

CRACK! Barely touching her clit now— vibrating my fingers against the overstimulated nub. She scread—silent, airless—body rigid, eyes rolled white. Flood after flood of girl-cum drenched us both, mixing with the blood, sen, sweat—creating a slick, obscene lake under her writhing ass

"MINE!" I roared, pistoning faster—flesh slamming, balls tightening. Cunt walls rippled, fluttered, massaged the root of my cock—sucking deeper. Her legs kicked spastically over my shoulders. Toes curled. Fingers scratched welted ribbons into my biceps.

"FUCK—PETER—CUMMING—ON YOUR COCK—LIKE A GHOST—"

Her orgasm wasn’t climax. It was death. Body seized—back locked in an impossible arch, neck veins bulging, teeth gnashing, eyes frosted over.

Cunt exploded—gushing like a broken faucet, spraying the wall behind us, drenching the rug, flooding my thrusting shaft. Scream tore through her throat—silent, airless, inhuman—shredding what was left of her vocal cords.

I ca. Roaring—bellowing—cock swelling, throbbing, erupting like a volcano inside her ruined core. Thick, scalding ropes filled her, mingling with the blood, her juices, our sweat. It flooded her stretched walls until it gushed back out around my still spasming shaft, dripping in thick, pink-tinted globs onto her ass, the rug.

I shifted her onto the dining table...

The oak groaned under her weight—a sound that once ant dinner’s ready now screaming desecration. I didn’t wait. I yanked her hips to the table’s edge, kicking her legs apart so wide her inner thighs trembled. Her cunt gaped—bruised, swollen, still leaking our mingled release onto the polished surface.

Sticky trails trickled toward the edge, dripping onto the floorboards below.

I mounted her like a beast. No pause. No gentility. Cock notched against her raw entrance, driving ho with one bone-jarring thrust. Her back arched off the table, shoulders blades scraping wood, tits bouncing violently with the impact.

"YES!" she scread, voice shredded from hours of abuse. "RUIN THE TABLE TOO! RUIN EVERYTHING!"

I did.

Hips beca pistons—slamming downward with earthquake force. Wood creaked, legs skidding across the floor with every brutal thrust. Her body jolted upward—ass slapping the oak—thwack-thwack-thwack—wet flesh on hardwood. Dishes clattered in the hutch from the shockwaves.

My hands pinned her wrists above her head—crushing them into the table’s grain. Nails dug into her slick palms, drawing tiny beads of blood that sared the wood. Mouth crashed onto hers—not kissing, devouring. Teeth sank into her lower lip—tasting copper, swallowing her gasps, her sobs, her screams.

"LOOK AT YOU," I snarled against her bleeding mouth, pumling faster. "Spread out like a feast. A sacrifice. AT FOR MONSTERS."

Her legs locked behind my back—heels digging into my spine, pulling deeper. Cunt walls clamped—fluttering, milking—burning around my pistoning shaft. Juices flooded—hot, copious—mixing with blood, sen, sweat—creating a slick, obscene puddle beneath us.

Overflow dripped from the table’s edge—plop-plop-plop—onto her discarded lace panties on the floor.

"PETER—HARDER—BREAK THE WOOD—!"