Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575: Into her Cave (r-18)

"On your back," I commanded, my voice a low growl that cut through her fear like a blade through silk.

Her body, still trembling, obeyed instinctively. She scrambled back onto the worn Persian rug, its faded reds and golds a chaotic canvas beneath her. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, a mix of terror and a hunger so profound it was almost painful to witness, her chest heaving, nipples still stiff and glistening from my earlier mauling.

My cock danced free, heavy and hard, no longer confined, the weight of it slapping against my stomach with a wet thwack before settling, thick and veined, the broad head already weeping a steady stream of clear, slick precum that rolled down the shaft in glistening rivulets.

Another choked, strangled sound escaped her throat. It wasn’t a shriek this time, but a deep, guttural gasp of pure, unadulterated shock, the sound catching in her throat as her pupils dilated until her irises were almost completely black.

She saw everything—the thick, intimidating girth, the angry, pulsing veins that mapped my shaft like cables under taut skin, the broad, flared head already weeping a copious stream of clear, slick precum that pooled at the slit and dripped in slow, viscous threads. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

I knelt between her spread thighs, my hand wrapping around the base of my cock, stroking it slowly—the skin sliding over the rigid core, precum smearing onto her wet pussy.

The sight of her, spread and waiting for me, her cunt glistening and freshly used—lips swollen and parted, inner folds dark and slick, a steady trickle of her cream leaking onto the rug—made it surge in my grip, veins throbbing harder.

"Last chance, Reyna," I said, my voice dangerously soft, the words rumbling in my chest. "You can still say no."

"Don’t you fucking dare," she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper, hips lifting slightly off the rug in invitation. "Don’t you dare stop."

I smiled. Then I positioned the head at her entrance, feeling the intense, wet heat of her against my sensitive skin. The slick folds kissed the crown, her entrance fluttering in anticipation.

Her entire body tensed, bracing for impact, thighs trembling, toes curling against the rug. I started to push in, feeling the tight, slick resistance of her body beginning to yield as the head breached her, stretching her outer ring until it burned white-hot, her walls parting with a wet, sucking schlick.

And then I let the shift happen.

It wasn’t a conscious thought, but a deep, primal instinct. The tingling started at the base of my spine, a surge of pure energy flowing directly into my cock. It felt like a white-hot pulse that made the shaft swell visibly, veins bulging thicker, the head flaring wider.

Reyna’s eyes, which had been screwed shut in anticipation, flew open, pupils blown wide.

She felt it instantly.

My cock, which had been stretching her already-tight entrance, began to grow inside her. It wasn’t just getting longer; it was getting thicker, expanding within her, the shaft thickening inch by inch, forcing her walls to stretch impossibly wide, the slick inner flesh dragging over every new ridge and vein.

A high, thin keen was torn from her throat, a sound of pure, agonized ecstasy as I split her open wider than she had ever been split before, her cunt clamping down in futile resistance before yielding with a wet, obscene pop.

"What—oh fuck—WHAT ARE YOU—" she sobbed, her hands flying to my hips, not to push me away, but to hold on, her nails digging into my flesh and drawing blood, the sting sharp and perfect, as her body was forced to accept this new, impossible size, her entrance stretched thin and shiny around my girth, the lips puffed and trembling.

I didn’t answer. I just drove in, burying the newly-enlarged length in one long, powerful stroke, the head punching past her cervix with a dull, internal thud, the shaft dragging through her slick channel until she was stuffed full, the base kissing her stretched entrance with a wet smack.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!"

Her back arched off the floor, her body a bridge of straining muscle, spine bowed, tits thrust upward, nipples like bullets. And her cunt clamped down on me like a hot, silken fist, a series of violent, rhythmic contractions that rippled along my length, trying and failed to expel the god-like intrusion.

I pulled back, almost all the way out, watching in the dim light as her slick cunt tried to cling to my retreating shaft, the inner walls dragging outward, glistening, the entrance gaping slightly before fluttering shut, the head catching on her rim with a wet schlorp. Then I slammed back home.

SLAP!

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