Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: High Pope (R-18)

The transformation began with a breath. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled—not air, but pure, liquid pink. Invisible pheromones flooded the sanctuary, thick as incense, potent enough to make the very air vibrate. Their reaction was immediate.

Sycophantic.

Anastasia threw her head back, spine arching as if struck by lightning, a raw moan tearing from her throat—"Gods—what—is—this—"—while her hands clawed at her own thighs.

Celeste collapsed forward, forehead pressing against my shin, whispering broken prayers: "Thank you... thank you... my lord..."

Vivienne gasped, emerald eyes rolling back as she convulsed, fingers knotting in the rug. "I can’t... I can’t..."

Sophia went rigid, her analytical shattering into pure animal need. "Eros, you feel... overwhelming..." she whimpered before dissolving into whimpers. Even Madison and Amanda staggered, pupils blowing wide, lips parting in identical gasps.

"Madison," my voice cut through their delirium, amplified by the pheromones into a psychic command. "Unrobe them. All. Now."

She moved like a high priestess—efficient, uncompromising. Each woman stood—trembling, dazed, pupils blown into dark pools—as Madison circled. Fabric whispered, tore, fell: Ashby’s French silk puddled first, revealing porcelain skin dusted with goosebumps; Gabrielle’s wine-colored dress slithered off, exposing powerful thighs glistening with wetness; Sophia’s midnight blue wrapper slid down, baring sharp hipbones and a neat, dark triangle already soaked.

One by one, jewels hit the floor. Silk pooled at feet. Bra clasps snapped. Lace sighed. Until eight naked women knelt before me—shivering, slick, eyes locked on my cock like it was the sunrise. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Kneel in a circle," I commanded. "Heads up. Mouths open. Tongues out." They obeyed instantly—a perfect ring of flesh and devotion. Anastasia’s jaw clenched with effort not to touch herself; Celeste’s tongue trembled inches from her chin.

I stood at the center, cock surging thicker than ever, veins pulsing like livid serpents. I wrapped a hand around the root, squeezing once—a silent trigger. Then I let go. A low growl built in my chest, vibrating my teethless jaw. At will. Not pleasure, but power. The pressure coiled at my base, supernaturally dense, hot as magma. My gaze swept the circle—meeting each set of desperate, worshipful eyes.

"First," I snarled, aiming at Anastasia. The first rope of cum erupted—thick, white-hot, impossibly voluminous—arcing through the air like liquid lightning. It splashed across her waiting tongue, coating her lips, dripping onto her chin.

Her eyes flew wide with revelation—a guttural "GGGAAAAH—!" choked off as she swallowed convulsively. Second was Vivienne. Another jet, thicker, creamier, filled her mouth instantly, overflowing in pearly strands down her neck.

She moaned, rolling the taste like sacred wine. "So... much..."

Third: Sophia. Precisely aimed, cum painted her scholarly features—across her nose, into her gasping mouth. She shuddered violently. "Transcendent..."

Fourth, Fifth, Sixth: Celeste, Ashby, Gabrielle. Each received a holy deluge—throat-coating, face-painting, life-giving. Whimpers turned to sobs. Celeste’s amber eyes streamed tears; Gabrielle’s strong hands shook as she caught dripping strands on her fingers. Seventh & Eighth: Madison and Amanda.

I stepped closer, gripping the base to steady the torrent. Cum pulsed onto Madison’s waiting tongue in a heavy stream—she gulped greedily. Amanda caught hers in cupped hands, tilting her head back like a libation.

I did not stop. Cum coated chins, necks, breasts, dripping into the fur rug, glowing faintly gold in the firelight. Each woman knelt, mouth open, throat working—drinking the consecration. My body was a thunderhead; muscles corded with each pulse-guiding flex. Sweat slicked my temples.

My expression was divine fury—eyes burning black, jaw locked in rictus. A continuous growl vibrated: "Take it. All of it. DRINK YOUR SALVATION." The pleasure was omnipotence. Controlling the storm. Binding eight souls with liquid covenant.

When the flow slowed to an ooze, I stood surrounded by ruins: eight women panting, bodies sheened with cum and sweat, bellies distended, tongues searching lips.

The reek of pheromones, sex, and semen thickened—salt, metal, ozone, ancient. I stepped forward, touching Anastasia’s cum-smeared chin. She leaned into the touch, purring. "You are mine," I declared, wiping a glob onto her tongue. She suckled blindly.

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