Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Queen’s Claim 4(R-18)

Peter’s roar tore through the air as her cunt clenched around him—a velvet fist milking his shaft, triggering a guttural response from his core.

His hips didn’t slow—they became piledrivers. Each brutal withdrawal left her swollen cunt lips quivering, clinging to his thickness of his cock crown like desperate suction cups. Then he slammed home—deep—flared head kissing her cervix before grinding his pelvic bone against her clit in a devastating circle.

Wet, obscene sounds drowned the room.

THWACK! Skin slapping skin—hard enough to redden flesh. SHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK! Her soaked cunt devouring his cock—gushing juices coating every inch, dripping down his thighs in thick, slick rivers.

CREAK-BANG! Headboard pounding drywall—relentless rhythm announcing conquest to the entire house.

"Look at me, reina," he snarled, fingers twisting in her hair, yanking her face up. Tears of ecstasy blurred her vision—eyes wide, wild. "Watch while I ruin this pussy for anyone else."

Cock shifted inside her...

Veins bulged thicker along the shaft—throbbing, pulsing against her rippling walls.

The head flared wider—pressing insistently against her cervix—deep pressure that made her scream. Withdrew slowly, dragging every ridge along her front wall—cunt lips fluttering, sucking at his retreat.

Plunged deeper, stretching her impossibly thin—heat searing him through his core.

The room erupted with a cacophony of raw, wet violence—a symphony of flesh and fury that left no room for denial. Every sound hit like a physical blow, each layer more obscene than the last:

THWACK!

Not just skin slapping skin, but flesh punishing flesh. The impact was brutal enough to redden her skin instantly, a sharp, stinging report that echoed like a gunshot. His hips collided with hers with the force of a battering ram, butt muscles clenching on impact, thighs trembling with the recoil.

You could hear the vibration travel through both bodies, a deep, fleshy thud that made her teeth rattle. The sound wasn’t just loud—it was dominating, crushing, announcing each savage possession to every corner of the room.

Peter’s ass flexed with each rotation—muscles coiling, glutes tensing—grinding in circles that crushed her clit beneath his pelvic bone. Each devastating stroke made her scream—voice shredding, body convulsing.

"YES! OH GOD, PETER—DEEPER! FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" Her legs locked tighter around his waist—heels digging into his lower back—pulling him impossibly deeper. Nails clawed bloody furrows down his shoulders as she arched violently.

"Em, can hear you, you know," he whispered in her ear.

The thought of Emma hearing—guttural sounds, pounding, desperate pleas—sent a fresh flood gushing around his pistoning shaft.

"She hears!" Madison gasped between sobs, eyes rolling back. "Emma hears her big brother ruining me!"

SHLICK-SHLACK-SHLACK!

Her cunt became even wetter—it was drowning. Slick, soaking arousal gushed around his pistoning cock with every withdrawal and plunge, creating a squelching suction that was utterly graphic.

Each shlick! came with thick, bubbly slurps as her swollen lips clung desperately to his shaft, trapping air that escaped with wet pops. Shlack! followed as he slammed back in, juices displacing—a sloshing flood that dripped down his balls in heavy, viscous rivulets.

The sound was wet chaos—thick, messy, relentless—like wading through a swamp.

He could hear the viscosity, the heat, the absolute drenched devastation of her cunt.

"She hears who owns this castle!" Peter growled, pounding harder—bed frame shrieking in protest.

He watched their joined bodies.

His cock disappeared into her stretched, flushed cunt—slick flesh clinging to his thickness. Creamy wetness coated his length—glistening every time he withdrew. Inner lips swelled darker—dragging out milky arousal that dripped down her thighs. Sight of her surrender—body arched, eyes wild—voice lost—ignited something primal.

His mouth crashed onto hers—swallowing her scream, tongues tangling fiercely, feasting on her cries. One hand mauled her breast—thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple—tight, pebbled—in time with his thrusts.

His thrusts deepened.

Her CUNT STRETCHED—thin membranes straining around his girth. CERVIX KISSED—dull pressure that stole breath, made her scream into his mouth. CLIT CRUSHED—pelvic bone grinding—circles—figure-eights—milking her climax. BALLS SLAPPED her ass—wet, heavy, dripping with her arousal.

Her inner walls spasmed—rippling, sucking, fluttering—demanding his release. Hips bucked—frantically grinding—meeting every brutal stroke. Nails raked his back—blood mixing with sweat.

The bed frame wasn’t just protesting—it was screaming. Solid oak groaned with each impact, the headboard slamming into drywall with a violence that threatened to live cracks spiderwebbing across the plaster. CREAK! went the frame, straining under the punishment.

The rhythm wasn’t just pounding—it was a deafening drumbeat, relentless, mechanical, annihilating the room itself. Every bang! said

"Mine." Every creak! said. "Forever." The house wasn’t just hearing it—it was being broken by the sound.

The other hand slid down, gripping her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he leveraged himself deeper, hitting angles that made her convulse and sob. "You feel that? Every inch remade for you? This cunt—this house—mine?"

"FLOOD ME!" she sobbed into his mouth. "FUCKING CLAIM ME—FOREVER!"

Peter wrenched Madison off the bed, cock still buried deep in her cunt, and slammed her against the oak door with enough force. Wood creaked—a sharp report announcing their intentions. Madison gasped as her back hit solid wood, body still humming from climax, inner walls fluttering around his semi-hard length.

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