Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: FOUR (R-18)

Hand-over-hand. My grip found Vivienne’s hipbone first, thumb digging into the rope-burned hollow, fingers spanning the emerald curve of her ass—possessive, bruising. Then Celeste, same side, my other hand clamping the soft flesh above her hip, index finger pressing into the dip beside her spine, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath sweaty skin.

My palms slid downward—slowly, deliberately—over the sweep of lower backs, down the sweaty channel of their spines, until both hands rested heavily on the upturned globes of their asses.

Thumb pressed hard into Vivienne’s chocolate-stained crevice, splitting her cheeks; Celeste’s pale flesh yielded instantly, honey dripping into the cleft.

My positioning was siege warfare as I stepped into the V of their bent bodies, cock raging, heavy and veined, slick with Vivienne’s cooling release. The broad crown pressed first into Celeste’s honeyed heat—not pushing in, but grinding against swollen, slick lips.

A guttural "AH!" tore from her, back arching deeper. Simultaneously, my fingers speared Vivienne’s cunt—three thick digits plunging knuckle-deep with a wet schlorp, chocolate and violet release gushing around them. Her answering cry was raw, teeth clenched: "F-FUCK! SOOOO BIGGGG AND H-HOT!"

I shoved—hips snapping forward like a piston. Her tight heat resisted for a brutal second—honey-slick walls stretching obscenely around the flared crown—then yielded with a visceral schllllICK.

Buried halfway in one thrust. Her scream was pure sound: "YOU’RE FILLING ME!"

Fingers curled inside Vivienne —finding the spongy, electrified spot deep within. Thumb rammed into her ass—dry, tight, burning. A choked

"GHHH—!" tore from her as chocolate-smeared muscle gave way, sphincter clamping like a vise around the invading digit.

The movement became sacrament. Glutes flexed like bunched steel, driving power from thighs into hips. I found the rhythm:

Pull from Celeste’s honey-drenched cunt—schllllck—coating my shaft in sticky gloss.

Plunge back in—SLAP—balls hitting her soaked flesh, vibrating through her clit.

My fingers screwing deep in Vivienne’s cunt, thumb churning her ass in rough circles.

Their bodies moved as one writhing machine. Spines bowed in identical arcs, sweat rivers carving paths through honey, chocolate, and salt on their backs. Hands scrabbled at leather—Celeste’s nails leaving white crescents, Vivienne’s clawing at the ropes binding her own wrists. Breasts swayed, nipples brushing sweat-slicked leather with each punishing thrust.

Celeste’s ass rippled with impact—pale flesh jiggling, honey flying in droplets. Vivienne’s chocolate-stained cheeks flexed—clenching, releasing, clenching around my thumb.

The spectators were forgotten witnesses to oblivion.

Anastasia froze, thighs clenched, ice water trickling onto the floor as she watched. Gabrielle’s chili-heat scent spiked, thighs visibly slickening as she watched the double violation. Sophia made a sound like tearing paper—something between a sob and a moan.

Madison snarled: "Fucking ruin them both. Burn the altar. "Amanda’s breath hitched, fingers white-knuckled on her own bindings. Asby watched, her cunt dripping with anticipation.

Wet flesh slap-slap-Slapping. Dual cries harmonizing—Celeste’s high whimpers, Vivienne’s guttural grunts. The schlorp-schlllick of cock and fingers churning drowning, dripping. Rope creaking. Leather groaning.

Rose-honey exploded—metallic and thick—mingling with Vivienne’s vanilla-musk, Gabrielle’s chili tang, and the copper-tang of frantic arousal from the watchers. Ozone from sweat-slicked skin hung thick.

Sweat-skin sliding. Rope burns rubbing raw. Honey dripping from Celeste’s thighs onto my balls. Chocolate smearing Vivienne’s ass onto my hand. Violet release gushing around my fingers, soaking my wrist. The heat—Celeste’s furnace cunt vs. Vivienne’s ice-fire contrast.

Blonde hair plastered to sweat-slicked back vs. emerald strands tangled in chocolate. Pale ass flushed pink vs. bronze skin bearing my handprints. My cock—glistening dual sheen of honey and violet—pistoning, veins standing like cables.

They broke together.

A shared intake of breath—silent, sharp.

Then...

"YESSSS—EROS—!" Celeste’s voice shattered.

"RUIN US—FILL BOTH—HOLE—AHHH!" Vivienne’s roar cracked mid-word.

Their detonation was apocalyptic.

Celeste’s cunt crushed my cock—milking, pulsing. Honey geysered—drenching my thighs, soaking the leather beneath her knees in a sticky amber flood. Vivienne’s holes convulsed—fingers and thumb squeezed in rhythmic squeezes. Violet release erupted—cool liquid bursting around my hand, spilling onto the sofa in glistening dark pools.

Bodies thrashed in violent, synchronized spasms. Asses flexed tight then went utterly limp. Cunts gushed. Tears—salt water mixed with honey, chocolate, and sweat—tracked down flushed cheeks. Muscles stood out like cables on necks and backs.

I held deep. Buried in Celeste’s fluttering heat, fingers locked in Vivienne’s ruined holes. Sweat dripped from my nose onto Vivienne’s arched spine. The air was thick enough to choke on—honey, violet, musk, salt, ozone, and the metallic tang of utter devastation.

And the feast... had only just begun.

Both women whimpered in unison as the broad crown pressed first against Anastasia’s frost-rimmed folds, not entering but grinding until her icy arousal slicked my length. Then I drove into her with one brutal roll of my hips—schlorp-POP—her walls yielding with visceral reluctance, ice-water and chocolate gushing around my invading thickness.

Simultaneously, three fingers speared Sophia’s dripping cunt—schlick-deep—curling instantly to hammer the spongy ridge of her G-spot.

She choked "YOU’RE BREACHING ME—CORRUPTING ME—" vibrated through my palm as mint leaves crushed beneath my knuckles, tingling against her inner walls.

Then the rhythm began.

My hips snapped back, dragging Anastasia’s inner lips outward before slamming forward—slap!—my balls jolting her clit. With each withdrawal, Sophia’s cunt squelched as my fingers twisted, knuckles grinding her cervix while my thumb pressed hard against her asshole, feeling it flutter like a second heartbeat.

Two fingers plunging into Gabrielle’s chili-blistered heat—schlorp—chocolate sauce and metallic arousal thick as oil coating my digits, while my other thumb mashed Ashby’s honey-drenched clit, feeling it swell like overripe fruit as two fingers pumped her sticky cunt.

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