Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 241: Margret Kidnapped. (R-18)

The air cracked with the force of Amanda’s demand.

The air didn’t just crack; it shattered. Amanda’s demand wasn’t a request; it was a detonation inside the cramped space of the suite.

"Faster, Eros! Harder! Don’t you fucking stop— ahhhhh~~~!" The words dissolved into a raw, guttural shriek that clawed at the high ceilings, a sound ripped from the core of her being as her body beca a living crucible in my arms.

SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK!

The rhythm wasn’t just brutal; it was industrial. My hips were a pile-driver, a relentless engine forged in fury. Each impact wasn’t a slap; it was a pile-driving THUD that vibrated through the floorboards, through the bones of the ornate bedfra, threatening to shatter it.

Her back bowed violently in my arms, a perfect, straining arch, every muscle cable-tight, defined in sharp relief under the sheen of perspiration that drenched her like oil. Sweat poured off her in rivulets, tracing the sharp line of her collarbone, pooling in the hollow of her throat, dripping from the ends of her wildly streaming hair.

It slicked my chest, turning the friction between our bodies into a liquid inferno, slippery and burning.

Her thighs, locked around my waist, weren’t just a vise; they were bands of forged iron, trembling with the strain of holding on, of pulling deeper, of channeling the seismic shockwaves detonating between her legs.

Her nails weren’t just raking; they were excavating. Ten points of white-hot agony ripped down the length of my back, carving deep furrows through skin and muscle. I felt the imdiate, sharp sting, the wet warmth of blood welling up, saring between us, mixing with the salt-sweat, branding us with shared violence.

She wasn’t just drawing blood; she was marking her territory on my flesh, her pain pleasure becoming my scar tissue. Her head snapped back, tendons standing out like bowstrings on her neck, and her eyes rolled back, showing only the whites, vacant and lost in the blinding tsunami cresting within her.

A fresh scream tore out, higher, thinner, more desperate than before, a sound like tearing silk amplified a thousand tis–

"EEEEEEYYYYYAAAAHHHHHH—!" It wasn’t a word; it was pure, unadulterated sound, the audible essence of a soul being fucked apart.

SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK!

I pulled out, my cockhead, broad and blunt, nudged her swollen entrance. Her lips parted slickly, clinging to the ridge.

Then—pressure.

The flared crown popped past her rim stretching her taut. A visible tremor ran through her folds. For a heartbeat, just the thick tip was sheathed, veined and dark against her pink flesh. Her cunt fluttered around it, a desperate, wet little spasm.

I drove. Not a thrust, but a plunge. The thick shaft—roped with blue-black veins that pulsed visibly—vanished into her inch by brutal inch.

Her inner lips gripped like a suction, pulling, dragged inward as I filled her. Her folds bulged slightly around my girth, stretched thin and glossy. Then—the thud as my balls slapped her ass.

I was seated inside her to the hilt. Her cunt clamped hard, a single, convulsive ripple traveling up the buried length of . A gush of wet heat welled out around my base, coating instantly.

I pulled back. Slow. Deliberate. Tornting. Her folds clung to retreating shaft, dragging along every ridge and vein, glossy with her essence.

The thick crown erged with a wet schlick, dragging her inner lips outward for a lewd second before they snapped back.

Her entrance gaped slightly—a dark, glazed hollow pulsing—before tightening again, slick and hungry. A trail of clear wetness connected them, a trembling thread before it broke.

Then I broke the slow dance...

FASTER. HARDER.

The blur of my hips was a piston driven by nuclear fury. The air grew thick with the musk of sex, sweat, and iron, the tallic tang of her blood hanging heavy.

The only sounds were the wet, punishing percussion of our bodies colliding, her ragged, staccato gasps stolen between screams, and the frantic drumming of her heels drumming against the small of my back, spurring on like a beast of burden.

Her cunt didn’t just clench; it convulsed, a series of violent, electric shocks that gripped my shaft like a fist, milking, trying to halt the piston even as her body begged it for annihilation. I felt her orgasm rip through her like an earthquake, starting deep in her core and radiating outwards, making her entire fra spasm uncontrollably against .

Her on hand moved, nails scraped lower, digging into the muscle of my ass, pulling impossibly deeper, grinding herself against the base of my cock as the tidal wave broke. The scream choked off into a thin, reedy whimper, then a series of sharp, wet gasps as if she’d been montarily drowned.

Her body went taut, then limp, a dead weight of shuddering ruin in my arms, her nails still embedded in my back. I didn’t stop. The piston didn’t falter. I drove into the sated ruin of her, the relentless SHUNK-SHUNK-SHUNK echoing her final, whimpering sighs:

"...more...please...Eros..." The words were broken fragnts, breathed into the sweat-slick skin of my shoulder, the raw edges of her voice the only testant left of the volcanic inferno that had just consud her whole.

"Master," ARIA’s voice sliced through the static of our coupling, cold and urgent inside my skull. "Margaret’s thermal signature just vanished from the south ballroom. Two hostiles moving her toward service elevator. Intercept probability: 82% in 30 seconds."

My hips stuttered. A microsecond hesitation. Amanda’s eyes snapped open, fury igniting like wildfire.

"Don’t you fucking DARE," she snarled, her voice raw, tearing out of her throat. Her hands, previously kneading my shoulders, shot down like claws.

One clamped harder onto my ass with bone-crushing force, nails digging deeper into the muscle, the other flying to the base of my cock, her fingers wrapping possessively around the thick where it joined my body.

"If you even think about pulling out of before I co, Eros, I swear to every god listening I will rip this fucking thing off!" Harsh, lady, that’s harsh, how will Daddy fuck you with a broken dragon.

She squeezed her hand, not playfully – it was a threat, a promise of violent pain.

The pressure was imdiate, sharp, a jolt that shot electric through my system.

"Margaret’s been captured, Amanda," I gritted out, the words torn from by the conflicting demands – her desperate need clamping down on , ARIA’s cold urgency, the brutal rhythm of my own body demanding release. "They’re taking her. Now."

The shock hit her like a physical blow. The fierce, demanding goddess froze. Her eyes widened, the frantic arousal montarily eclipsed by disbelief, by the dawning horror of the implications.

Her grip on my cock loosened infinitesimally. Margaret... captured? The na cut through the haze of her own impending orgasm.

Then, sothing else snapped behind her eyes. Not fear. Not grief. A raw, primal ferocity that eclipsed everything else. A decision. A choice. Her body, which had begun to soften with shock, went rigid again, impossibly tense.

The shock evaporated, incinerated by a single, burning imperative: Mine.

"Then fuck faster," she commanded, her voice dropping to a guttural growl, thick with tears and a terrifying resolve. She slamd her hips down onto my cock, the impact jolting us both, taking control, driving deeper than before.

"Now! Fucking make co! Right now! If you have to go, you go with screaming your na and my cum dripping down your legs! DO IT!" Her hand left my ass and flew back to my shoulder, fingers digging in for leverage, her other hand releasing my cock to brace against the headboard.

She arched her spine, thrusting her breasts forward, offering herself up completely, a sacrifice demanded now, not offered. "FILL ! MAKE EXPLODE! THEN GO! BUT YOU FINISH THIS FIRST!"

And I moved. Like I’d never moved before. The control, the precision, the deliberate rhythm – it vaporized. Pure, unleashed power took over. I slamd my hips upward, driving into her with the force of a pile driver, eting her downward descent with brutal, punishing accuracy.

"ARIA!" I bellowed ntally, even as my body responded to Amanda’s violent demand, drilling back into her with renewed fury. SHUNK! "Map the fucking city! All transit points!" My grip on her ass bruising, holding her impaled as I drove up.

SHUNK!

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"Master! Her fiancé is coming..." ARIA started, the warning crystalline.

Too late.