Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 508: Her Pussy (R-18)

Eros pulled back, his gaze raking over Patricia’s body like a brand. She was utterly wrecked, a living monunt to his hunger. Her skin blazed a fevered rose, throat to thighs etched with blooming bruises, breasts swollen and dark, nipples peaked like bruised cherries, tears carving silver paths down her cheeks.

Blonde hair fanned in a wild, sweat-damp halo across the cushions. And her pussy, untouched, a soaked, throbbing altar, lips flushed deep scarlet, glistening with desperate need, clit a hard, pulsing diamond, entrance clenching in frantic, visible spasms.

"Patricia," he growled, voice a low, seismic rumble that vibrated through her bones. "I’ve worshipped every inch. Marked you. Made you scream until your voice broke. But I haven’t touched the place you ache for most."

She whimpered, a fractured, ruined sound, words lost in the wreckage of her throat. His eyes burned, pupils blown wide, drinking in her core, every slick fold, every trembling nerve, a map of twenty-three years of starvation laid bare.

The air thickened, heavy with the sweet, intoxicating bloom of his scent, a dark, honeyed musk that coiled around her senses, making her pussy flood anew, slick dripping in slow, shaless beads onto the leather beneath.

"I see it," he rasped, voice feral. "Your pussy is fire, every nerve screaming my na, begging to be devoured. And I’m going to break you with it."

He prowled down her body, a predator closing on its prey, the heat of his skin a brand against hers. His hands, rough and possessive, gripped her marked thighs, fingers digging into the fresh, spreading her wide until the air kissed her swollen pussy lips.

"Keep them open," he commanded, voice a whip-crack. "Show the pussy I’m about to ruin."

Patricia obeyed instantly, thighs trembling, her cunt splayed obscenely, lips parting to reveal glistening pink, clit throbbing visibly, entrance fluttering like a heartbeat. His Taboo Aura slithered around her, a phantom caress that licked and stroked, stoking the fire until her hips jerked involuntarily, a fresh gush of slick betraying her.

"Please," she rasped, voice a shredded whisper, barely audible over the wet pulse between her legs.

"I’m going to touch you now," he promised, eyes glinting with dark rapture. "And when I do, it’ll shatter your fucking mind."

His hands settled on her inner thighs, palms searing over the bruised flesh. The instant his skin t hers, his Magical Touch rewrote her nerves, pleasure detonating like a supernova. Her back arched violently, a silent scream ripping from her throat as her thighs beca as sensitive as her clit, every brush of his thumbs a lightning strike that made her convulse.

"That’s just your thighs," he snarled, thumbs stroking slow, torturous circles, waves of ecstasy crashing through her. "Imagine when I touch your cunt."

He inched higher, agonizingly slow, thumbs parting her outer lips, exposing her completely, glistening folds quivering under his gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathed, the puff of air against her clit a cruel tease that jerked her hips. "Your cunt is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to worship it until you forget your own na."

He leaned in, breath ghosting over her soaked core, the heat of it making her clit pulse harder. He kissed along her outer lips, slow, deliberate, each press of his mouth transforming her skin, jolts of raw pleasure searing through her, making her thrash. His tongue darted out, tasting the edge, never quite reaching her clit, a tornt that drew a broken sob from her lips.

"Please," she begged, voice a raw, desperate plea. "Touch my pussy. Your mouth on my clit! Your fingers inside ! Please!"

"Since you begged so beautifully," he growled.

And finally, he pressed his tongue flat against her cunt and licked.

Patricia’s scream shattered the air. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" A raw, primal howl that rattled the penthouse windows, her voice splintering into nothing.

His Touch on her pussy was cataclysmic, every cell a nuclear explosion of pleasure. His tongue, long and unyielding, stroked from her clenching entrance to her throbbing clit, again, again, relentless, no rcy, a rhythm that burned her alive.

"EROS! OH GOD! FUCK! YES! PLEASE! MORE!" Her ruined voice poured out in a continuous, desperate wail, hips bucking wildly.

His hands shot to her breasts, squeezing with brutal possession, thumbs pinching her hypersensitive nipples until she saw stars. The dual assault, his mouth devouring her pussy, tongue circling her clit before sucking it hard, was a symphony of annihilation.

Her scream turned inhuman, feral, a sound of pure, untad ecstasy.

He pulled back, tongue gone, and shoved three fingers inside her, hard, deep, no warning, his enhanced touch curving them instantly to her glowing spot. He pumped her brutally, fingers squelching in her soaked heat, while his tongue flicked her clit in a rciless, blistering rhythm.

Patricia ca. Hard.

Her pussy clamped like a vise, walls a molten, convulsing inferno, inner muscles rippling in violent, frenzied spasms that crushed his fingers with brutal, rhythmic force, pink folds quivering uncontrollably, lips swollen to bursting, flushed a raw, glistening scarlet, stretched taut around his knuckles.

A gushing flood of slick detonated, hot, clear nectar erupting in thick, pulsing arcs, scalding his skin, splattering his chin, drenching the leather in glossy, fragrant ruin, the scent of her release a heady, intoxicating bloom that flooded her senses, her mind fracturing under the onslaught.

Every nerve scread, her clit a throbbing, hypersensitive supernova, each pulse of her orgasm a white-hot explosion behind her eyes, colors bursting in her vision, sound warping into a distant roar.

He didn’t pause, lips sealing over her spasming entrance, tongue plunging into the clenching heat, drinking her cum with ravenous hunger, sucking the creamy, musky torrent straight from her pulsing hole, cleaning her with slow, deliberate laps, each swipe sending shockwaves through her oversaturated nerves, her body jerking as if electrocuted, her skin prickling with unbearable intensity, every touch amplified a thousandfold.

She tasted the air—salt, sex, his dark honeyed scent—mingling with the wet heat of her own release, her head spinning, reality dissolving into a haze of pleasure-pain.

Then he shifted, wrapping his mouth around her clit, lips forming a tight, wet vice, sucking hard, pulling the throbbing, diamond-hard bud into his mouth with rciless, vacuum force.

His tongue lashed relentlessly, circling, pressing, flicking the raw, screaming nerve, each stroke a cataclysmic jolt that seared through her core, her vision whitening out, ears ringing with her own pulse, her skin burning as if flayed.

Her pussy erupted again, walls seizing in savage, rhythmic contractions, a fresh, violent squirt blasting past his fingers, hot, clear jets gushing in endless, shuddering torrents, flooding his mouth, spilling over his tongue, cascading down his chin, squirting only, purely, a relentless deluge as her body locked rigid, hips bucking wildly, thighs crushing his head, her ruined cunt a gushing fountain.

Every sense overwheld, drowned in the blinding, deafening, searing ecstasy of her release.

But he didn’t stop. He pushed her through it, fingers pounding, tongue flicking without rcy, stretching the climax into an eternity of blissful tornt. Wave after wave crashed until she was sobbing, her cunt still pulsing, body convulsing with aftershocks.

When she collapsed, limp and shattered, he slowed, withdrawing his soaked fingers. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low, pleasured hum, eyes fluttering shut.

"Tastes like fucking heaven." Provided he did not know how that tasted...

He crawled up her body, gathering her wrecked form into his arms. She was destroyed, voice gone, skin a canvas of marks, eyes glazed with profound, soul-deep satisfaction.

He carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the massive bed, pulling silk sheets over her trembling fra.

He held her as she drifted into unconsciousness, her body finally at peace after twenty-three years of being unseen.

Finally worshipped.

Finally seen.

Finally satisfied.

Finally, deliciously destroyed.