Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 212: Positions (R-18)

Veins pulsed along the length like live cables beneath her slick flesh, throbbing against her ridges. The head flared wider—a dark, blunt crown pressing insistently against her deepest walls, massaging her cervix with each pulse. Every shift made Madison gasp, her inner tissues quivering around the impossible girth.

Her cries escalated into incoherent screams—raw, guttural, shattering the air. Legs scrambled—frantically wrapping around his waist, ankles locking behind his back with a vice-like grip. She heaved herself upward, pulling him impossibly deeper, grinding her hips in frantic circles.

"Ruin !" she sobbed, voice cracking no his shoulder as she bit down hard. "Fuck harder! Destroy this cunt!"

Her nails raked blood-red lines down his biceps—stinging trails that only made him snarl and drive deeper.

He obliged—pounding into her so hard the door fra shrieked with each impact.

Each slam made the hinges groan, plaster dust raining from the ceiling. His hips beca pistons—withdrawal dragging her cunt lips out, thick cream coating his shaft, then slamming ho—balls-deep, flared head kissing cervix.

Flesh slapped—thwack-thwack-thwack—wet and brutal.

He released her wrists, hand sliding between their sweat-slicked bodies. Fingers found her clit—swollen, exposed, throbbing. He rubbed furious circles—fast, hard, demanding—barely touching her skin. The pressure made her scream, entire body convulsing around his cock, cunt fluttering like a crushed velvet fist.

"That’s it," he growled. "Fucking soak , reina."

"I’m gonna—OH FUCK—PETER!" Madison’s entire body seized, spine snapping backward like a bow pulled taut. Inner walls convulsed violently around his shaft—a vice-like crush of slick, rippling muscle that massaged every vein, every ridge of his cock.

Her scream shattered the air—raw, primal, echoing through the house like a war cry—"PETER!"

Clear fluid exploded from her cunt—not a trickle, but a hot, forceful gush that soaked their joined bodies. It spattered the door beneath them in thick, slick streams, splashing onto the floorboards in wet, obscene puddles.

Sloshing sounds filled the silence—a deluge of ecstasy.

His penis swelled enormously inside her—not just thickening, but ballooning at the base, pressing her walls painfully thin.

Veins throbbed violently against her slick flesh. Head flared wide, pulsating as thick ropes of cum erupted deep inside her womb—hot, scalding, endless.

He filled her so completely it overflowed—milky sheen coated his shaft, dripping down Madison’s thighs in thick white streams. Combined release—hers clear and gushing, his thick and creamy—pooled at their feet, soaking the ornate door panels in sticky, glistening trails.

Madison collapsed onto the carpet, legs splayed wide, cunt still dripping their combined release onto polished oak. "Peter, please," she begged, fingers clawing at the floor. "Fuck again. Harder. Deeper. Everywhere."

Peter dropped over her, hooking her knees over his shoulders. He pald her ass, lifting her hips until her cunt tilted upward—completely exposed. Her entrance gaped from their previous rutting, slick and swollen.

"Take , my queen," Notching his cockhead against her flushed opening, he slamd deep.

"FUCK!" Madison wailed as the blunt crown crushed her cervix. Her inner walls rippled violently around his girth, squelching loudly with each withdrawal. Juices flooded his shaft—thick, creamy strings clinging to his veins as he pistoned.

"Like being claid on OUR ground?" he snarled, rotating hips to grind his pelvic bone against her clit.

"YES! RIGHT—THERE—OH GOD—" she keened, toes curling behind his neck, ankles locking him deep.

He hauled her up, bent her over the velvet armchair, spreading her legs wide. Cunt glistened—slick with cum and arousal—as he speared her from behind. Every thrust slamd her hips into the upholstery, leather creaking rhythmically.

His hands mauled her breasts—pinching nipples, twisting—while he watched her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. "See how you take it?"

Her cunt convulsed—squirting suddenly—clear spray splattering the chair legs. "FUCK— RUINING !"

He sat on the bed edge, pulling her sideways onto his lap. One leg hooked over his waist, the other splayed wide. She rolled her hips, grinding as he slid ho—deeper than before. His fingers rubbed furious circles on her exposed clit while she bounced, breasts slapping his chest.

"You begged for everywhere, reina," he growled, sucking her nipple. "Take it."

"OH—FUCK—PETER—THERE—" she shattered, cunt clenching like a fist, gushing down his thighs.

She collapsed face-down, ass arched. Peter mounted her like an animal, pinning her wrists above her head. Cock slamd ho— slapping her sodden pussy. His weight crushed her, chest to spine, as he pounded into the rug-burned flesh.

"Feel that? Feel your cunt dragging every drop out of ?"

"YES! CUM IN ! FLOOD !" she scread, hips bucking upward. Inner walls milked him—pulsating—until thick ropes erupted deep inside her. Overflow dripped from her stretched entrance onto the carpet below.

Exhausted, he stayed buried, semi-hard cock still throbbing. Madison trembled beneath him, whimpering, cunt fluttering aftershocks.

"More?" he rumbled, teeth grazing her earlobe.

She shuddered, legs parting instinctively. "Please... never stop..."

Peter shoved Madison forward onto her hands and knees on the cum-slick carpet. He knelt behind her, yanking her hips high in the air until her shoulders pressed into the floor. Back arched steeply—

Her spine curved in a steep, ruthless arc—a drawn bow straining to breaking—shoulder blades sharp wings pressed into cum-slicked carpet, lower back arched so sharply her vertebrae stood out in stark relief. Every muscle quivered with tension and exhaustion.

Her ass was raised high—upthrust like a sacrificial altar, cheeks parted wide by his grip. Dark, swollen flesh glistened—slick with sweat, cum, and her own arousal. Faint red marks—his fingerprints—dimpled the ripe curves.

Cunt angled upward—an offering. Inner lips—flushed dark pink—gaped slightly from the relentless pounding, stretched thin around nothing. Clit—still visibly throbbing—poked out from beneath its hood, engorged, sensitive, dripping. Between her thighs, creamy-white release leaked in thick, slow trails—dribbling down her trembling inner thighs, pooling in the carpet below.

The air around her humd with the scent of sex, sweat, and raw ruin. Every breath hitched—cunt fluttering weakly, as if still seeking the cock that just owned her. A dewdrop of fresh arousal cling to her slick folds, catching the light like liquid sin.

The entire view—her body broken, pussy offered, waiting—was a prayer answered in destruction.

He gripped her hips—bruising—thumbs digging into her flesh. Cunt gaped—swollen lips dripping with their combined release, clit still visibly throbbing. He notched his thick crown against her entrance.

"This is where you beg, reina," he growled, and drove ho—balls-deep, flared head pounding her cervix.

"FUCK—!" Madison’s scream was muffled against the carpet, hands clawing at the rug. Cunt walls convulsed—gushing around his shaft—wet SHLACK-SHLACK-SHLACK as he pounded without rcy. Each thrust made her ass cheeks ripple—flesh bouncing—thighs trembling.

"Feel ?" he snarled, slapping her ass—CRACK!—red handprint blooming. "Feel how deep I mark you?"

"YES! MARK ! RUIN !" she sobbed into the(floor carpet), arching her spine deeper, grinding her hips backward to et his brutal thrusts. Cunt muscles clenched—rippling— milking his shaft for more.

He hamred faster—relentless, brutal—pelvis slamming against her upturned clit. Juices sprayed with each slam—splattering his thighs, dripping onto the carpet. Her screams beca broken whimpers—"P-Peter—please—cum—cum—"

"Mine." SNARL.

"YOURS!" SOB.

Cock swelled—thick pulsed—erupting—scalding ropes flooding her womb. Madison convulsed violently—cunt squirting around his shaft—drenching them both—fucking her through the orgasm until her arms gave out.

She collapsed—face-first onto the carpet—ass still raised, cunt drooling their combined release in thick, white rivers. Peter stayed buried, semi-hard cock twitching inside her ruined heat. "That’s five positions, on the ground, reina," he rasped, slapping her ass one last ti. "Next ti? Six."

She shuddered. Cunt fluttered weakly. "Yes... please... six... fuck more now..."

But the truth was she was extrely tired and anymore would only break her. In a really bad shape. Mybe she wont be able to walk for a day if he continued.

They collapsed against the carpet—bodies fused; she was trembling.

Madison’s face pressed into carpet as he hugged her. Peter stayed buried, still rock-hard, feeling aftershocks ripple through her cunt—weak flutters milking his length.

He nuzzled her neck, lapping salt from sweat-slicked skin. "Loud enough?" he murmured.

Madison whimpered—utterly ruined. Every nerve ending scread. Muscles twitched. Thighs quivered. The scent—sex, sweat, sen—hung thick in the air, a tangible fog.r