Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: The Breached Fortress 3 (R-18)

My hands roamed again. Everywhere. Palming slick breasts, pinching sensitive nipples until they gasped, sliding down sweat-slicked stomachs, dipping through the wet heat between their thighs.

My mouth moved between them, a relentless fucking circuit.

I kissed Victoria, tasting Anya’s scent on her tongue. I bit Anya’s shoulder, tasting the salt. I sucked Ortega’s lower lip, tasting her own deep, musky essence.

Then down. My mouth found Victoria’s clit again, swollen and exposed. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue while two fingers plunged deep inside her. She shattered instantly, bucking against Anya, keening, nails digging into skin.

Before her tremors subsided, I shifted. My mouth moved to Ortega. She was still sensitive as hell. I licked her softly, slowly, rebuilding the torture, while one hand strummed Ortega’s clit. Ortega came again with a sob, clutching Victoria’s arm.

Finally, Anya. I knelt before her, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her open. I looked her in the eyes as my mouth covered her cunt. I licked, sucked, thrust my tongue deep, used every trick the Eye showed me – pressure points, rhythm, brutal intensity – until her eyes rolled back, her body arched like a fucking bow, and she came with a silent, convulsive shudder that seemed to last forever, leaving her utterly limp.

My hands slid up Victoria’s ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Her nipple stiffened. The Eye pulsed: Throat. Pulse. Sensitive. I bent, mouth sealing over the frantic beat at her neck. Sucked hard. She gasped, hips jerking, nails scraping my biceps.

"Shh," I murmured against her skin. "Just feel."

My hands mapped her down: spine, lower back, the curve of her ass. I squeezed, pulling her tight against me. My mouth trailed lower – collarbone, sternum, the hollow between her breasts.

Left nipple. High sensitivity.

I latched on. Tongue swirling, teeth grazing, suction pulling deep. She whimpered, head falling back. One hand stayed on Vic’s breast, pinching and rolling the other nipple. The other dived between Anya’s thighs. She was soaked.

I parted her folds, found the swollen nub The Eye burned bright. Circled it with my thumb. Slow. Hard.

"Eros—" she choked out.

Her thighs trembled. I pushed her back against the dresser, spreading her wider. Dropped to my knees. The Eye focused: Clit. Engorged. Inner labia. Slick.

I put my mouth on her. Not gentle. Flat-tongued, broad strokes up her center, flicking her clit at the apex. She cried out. Her taste filled me – salt, heat, urgency. I sucked her clit between my lips, tongue thrashing the tip while I pumped two fingers inside her, crooked upward, hitting the spots.

"Oh god, oh god," she babbled, hands fisting in my hair. "Right there... right..."

I didn’t stop. Sucked harder. Fingers thrusting faster, deeper. Her thighs clamped around my head. Her whole body bowed off the dresser, a strangled scream tearing loose as she convulsed. I felt the pulse on my tongue, the clench around my fingers.

I kept licking, kept pumping, wringing every last shudder until she slumped, boneless, gasping my name like a prayer.

I left Victoria panting from my touch. Anya’s complete turn. I spun, backing her against the wall before she could react. My hands gripped her hips, thumbs digging hard. "Spread your legs," I ordered.

She did, slowly, eyes defiant. The Eye scanned: Thigh crease. Sensitive Mons. Clit hooded. Inner entrance. Tight.

I bit down hard on the muscle where her thigh met hip. She hissed, back arching off the wall. My tongue laved the sting. Salty. Her scent was sharp – ozone and need.

I licked down her mons, avoiding her core. Teased. Built the ache. Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging. I looked up.

"Look at me," I growled.

Her eyes met mine, blazing. I lowered my head. Finally. My tongue parted her folds again. Swiped up from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke. Her breath hitched. I did it again.

Faster. Harder. Tongue fucking her shallowly, then fluttering over her clit.

"More," she demanded, voice tight.

I didn’t. I added pressure, suction, speed. Tongue a blur on her clit, fingers pistoning deep, finding that rough patch inside. The Eye pulsed: Peak. Near.

The Eye mapped her like expensive terrain: Outer labia. Dark. Full. Clit. Partially hooded. Prominent. Inner entrance. Deeply pink. Slick. Perineum. Highly sensitive.

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