Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316: Tasting of the Divine (R-18)

The obsidian throne became an altar. Vivienne collapsed backward onto the velvet, emerald hair fanning like spilled blood, her thighs falling open in a gesture of absolute surrender. I descended—not between her legs, but onto her.

My shoulders pinned her knees wide, my hands gripping the soft undersides of her thighs, holding her spread, exposed, vulnerable.

The firelight gilded the glistening folds of her cunt—swollen, dark pink, weeping arousal onto the black velvet beneath her. Her scent hit me like a physical blow: thick, musky honey mixed with the salt of sweat and the faint, electric tang of her earlier release.

I lowered my face—not gently, but with the deliberate grace of a god claiming sacrifice. My breath ghosted over her exposed flesh, making her entire body jolt. A broken whimper escaped her lips. "Eros—please—"

Then I struck.

My tongue met her flesh with the force of revelation. It wasn’t a kiss; it was an invasion. I licked a broad, wet stripe from the tight pucker of her ass straight up her weeping slit, parting her folds with the flat of my tongue, tasting the full, unfiltered essence of her. The flavor exploded across my senses—thick honey infused with salt, metallic with desire, darkly sweet with a note of something ancient and wild.

I felt the tremor that wracked her entire frame, the helpless buck of her hips against my restraining hands.

I focused on the source of her torment. My tongue found the swollen knot of her clit, hidden beneath its protective hood, and lashed it. Not a flicker, but a sustained, vibrating pressure—side to side, then rapidly in circles. Vivienne screamed—a raw, shredded sound that bounced off the glass walls.

Her thighs clenched hard around my head, a desperate prison of muscle and heat. I held them pinned, relentless, my tongue a weapon of wet torture against the most sensitive point of her being.

Her cunt flooded beneath me, a fresh wave of slick heat coating my chin, dripping down my neck.

Relinquishing her clit for a moment, I plunged my tongue deep into her channel. Her inner walls clamped down like a fist—hot, slick, velvet vice griping the invading muscle.

I curled it, stroking that textured, ridged spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. She arched off the throne, spine bowed like a strung bow, a guttural

"FUUUUCK—" tearing from her throat. I tongue-fucked her with deep, grinding strokes, thrusting in and out, feeling her muscles ripple and flutter around me, tasting the deeper, richer musk within her core.

The wet, sucking schlick-schlick-SCHLICK of my tongue pistoning into her drenched cunt filled the sanctuary, a percussive hymn to defilement.

The watchers became statues of shattered composure:

Sophia’s analytical mask fractured. Her breath hitched, then came in shallow, rapid pants. One hand flew unconsciously to her own throat, fingers pressing against her pulse point as she felt every deep thrust vicariously.

I returned to her clit with vengeful focus. This time, I didn’t just lick or vibrate. I closed my lips around it and sucked. Hard. At the same moment, I drove two thick fingers deep into her cunt, curling instantly to hammer that devastating spot inside her.

A scream tore from her throat, primal and inhuman, "AAAAHIIII—GOD—EROS—YES—!" It wasn’t just sound; it was a force. Her entire body convulsed beneath me, a violent, uncontrollable seizure. Her thighs crushed my skull in a vice of pure muscle, her heels drumming frantically against my back.

Her cunt exploded around my fingers—a hot flood of liquid release gushing out, soaking my hand, my face, the throne below. The taste of her cum flooded my mouth—thicker, sweeter, utterly primal. I drank it, swallowing the offering even as her thrashing body tried to buck me off.

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