Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Overlord (R-18)

The sanctuary held its breath—a cathedral of bound witnesses, sweat-slick skin, and the thick perfume of sex and vanilla. Vivienne lay pinned against the leather sofa, her cunt dripping ice water, chocolate, and violet arousal. My hands clamped onto her hips, thumbs pressing into the rope-burned hollows below her navel.

Her emerald eyes, wide and ruined, locked onto mine as I positioned the flared head of my cock against her soaked entrance.

The broad crown pressed against her folds—slick, swollen flesh parting like velvet curtains. I felt the resistance: a tight, heat-sealed ring of muscle guarding her core. With a slow grind of my hips, I pushed. Her cunt yielded—not gently, but with a viscous squelch as ice water and glistening chocolate syrup lubricated the invasion.

Her inner lips clung to the rim, dragging outward as the thick vein-ridged shaft sank inch by punishing inch.

"FUCK—EROS!" Her scream ripped through the silence, spine bowing off the leather. I watched the flared head disappear inside her, followed by the thick stem, veins pulsing visibly against her stretched walls.

When I finally buried myself to the half of my cock, my balls slapped against the soaked cleft of her ass—WET. Heavy. Full. Her cunt clamped around me like a furnace-lined fist, fluttering as it adjusted to the brutal stretch.

I anchored myself—feet planted, thighs tensed, glutes flexing like coiled steel. My hips locked into a pelvic tilt that angled every thrust against the front wall of her cunt. I pulled back slowly, savoring the drag: inner walls suctioning around my shaft, chocolate smearing in glossy rings, violet release gushing down my length.

Then I drove—a piston-snap of hips that buried me balls-deep.

Slap.

Flesh collided. Her breasts heaved. Slap. The leather groaned beneath us. Slap. The sound of my balls hitting her soaked ass echoed through the sanctuary, met by ragged gasps from the bound women watching.

I found a rhythm...

Short, grinding strokes—pelvis grinding against her clit, each rotation making her whimper.

Deep, full-length plunges—withdrawing until only the head remained kissed by her entrance, then slamming home hard enough to shake the sofa frame

Hip-rolls—corkscrewing motions that explored every molten inch of her

Her body responded in violent beauty. Thighs trembled. Calf muscles clenched. Toes curled. With each thrust, her cunt flooded—cool violet release gushing around my cock, mixing with ice water and chocolate on the leather below. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

My hands never stilled.

One slid up her sweat-slick flank, fingers digging into the soft flesh above her hipbone, anchoring her for each thrust

The other crushed her breast, thumb flicking the rigid nipple—hard, slick, flushed deep rose

Palm flattened against her lower belly, pressing down so she felt every ridge of my cock through her abdominal wall

Her hands clawed desperately:

Nails raked my shoulders, leaving fiery trails

Fingers tangled in the ropes binding her wrists, knuckles white. One hand flew to her own throat, grasping desperately as if to steady herself against the oblivion flooding her senses

Seven bound women watched—transfixed. Their reactions painted the periphery:

Anastasia’s lips parted, thighs clenched, ice water trickling down her own inner thighs

Celeste’s eyes glazed, honey-mint scent thickening as she rocked minutely against her bonds

Wet slap-slap-slap of flesh, leather groaning, the schlick of my cock churning her release, her whimpers rising to screams. Vanilla deepened to primal musk, chocolate melting like incense, violet sweetness blooming metallic

I leaned over her, my chest against her, sweat dripping between us. Our breaths mingled—hot, ragged, tasting of salt and ozone. My hips locked into a punishing rhythm, grinding deep, then withdrawing to slam home with devastating force.

"You’re splitting me—" she gasped against my mouth. "Burning—freezing—"

My hand flew to her throat—not choking, but claiming. Pulse raced under my thumb.

I slammed into her one last time—HARD.

Her detonation was apocalyptic. Cunt muscles crushed around me like a vise, milking, pulsing, flooding. Violet release erupted—a tidal wave of cool ecstasy gushing over my cock, soaking the leather beneath her in a dark, glistening lake.

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