Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597: Mother, Princess and Little Ghost 3 (r-18)

It wasn’t a frantic ride; it was a slow, undulating dance of claiming. Her hips rolled in a languid, circular grind, her back arched beautifully. With each slow rise, my thick, corded shaft would emerge, glistening and slick with her juices.

With each deliberate sink back down, my cock would vanish into her depths, accompanied by a lewd, wet, sucking sound that echoed in the silent, tense room. Her mature, welcoming pussy and my demanding, rigid cock were a perfect, obscene fit.

But my attention was divided to them all, as a king’s should be. My left hand stayed on Patricia’s hip, guiding her. With my right, I reached out.

My fingers found Madison’s dripping slit. I slid two fingers deep inside her with no preamble.

She cried out, a sharp "Ah!", and her body immediately began bucking against my hand, her own need surging back to life.

For Sofia, I didn’t even need to penetrate her yet. I simply brushed my thumb over her hyper-sensitive clit. The effect was instantaneous. She jolted as if electrocuted, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat as a mini-orgasm rippled through her.

I returned my focus to Patricia. My hand roamed over the perfect, mature globe of her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. I decided she could take more. I focused my will, tapping into the deeper abilities the system granted me.

Inside her, I felt my cock begin to shift, thickening, expanding, stretching her already-full channel to a new, unbelievable limit.

"OH FUCK! OH MY GOD! PETER! YOU’RE... YOU’RE GETTING BIGGER! IT’S NOT POSSIBLE!"

Her scream was one of pure, shocked, ecstatic terror. Her body convulsed violently, a powerful, unexpected orgasm tearing through her as she was stretched beyond her wildest dreams.

I held her hips still, letting her adjust to the new, impossible girth, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in my own chest at the vise-like, rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles around my expanded shaft.

When the tremors subsided, I took control. My hands on her hips, I began to move her, setting a new, more primal pace. This was no longer her dance; it was my claiming.

CRACK!

My open palm came down in a sharp, stinging slap on the perfect curve of her right ass cheek. The sound was loud and crisp in the room.

"AHHHH! YES!" Her cry was one of pure, shocked pleasure. Her entire body jerked, her pussy clamping down on me like a wet, hot vise as another intense orgasm was slapped right out of her.

"Again! Please, again!" she sobbed, the words a guttural, desperate plea.

I obliged. CRACK! I spanked her other cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on the pale skin.

Her responding moan was long and shuddering. Her slow, sensual ride was forgotten, replaced by a frantic, bouncing rhythm as I propelled her up and down my shaft. Her beautiful ass cheeks now glowed a warm red, marked as mine.

Throughout this, my hands continued their work on the others. My fingers pumped in and out of Madison’s dripping pussy with relentless rhythm, pushing her toward another climax.

For Sofia, I resumed my attention on her clit, my thumb circling with devilish precision until she was mewling and begging, on the verge of shattering again.

Patricia was completely lost, a mess of ecstasy and submission. Her head was thrown back, her long, continuous cries filling the room: "YES! DON’T STOP! FUCK YOUR MOTHER’S BEST FRIEND! RUIN ME, PETER! I’M YOURS!"

The thoughts I heard through Plea were a glorious, sinful litany: This is Maria’s son... I’m taking him... inside me... God, Maria, can you see this? Can you see how your boy fills me? How he makes me scream? This is what I needed... all along...

The taboo of it, the sheer wrongness, was the final key that unlocked her completely. Usually I did not hear my women’s thoughts but this time I did... maybe because of what she just said.

With a final, guttural, screaming roar, she collapsed forward against my chest, her body spent and shaking.

Her well-used, thoroughly stretched pussy pulsed and fluttered around my still-hard, thick cock in the intense aftershocks of the most powerful orgasm of her life.

And I, with the endless stamina of my body, remained buried deep within her, a god surrounded by his devoted worshippers, all pleasured to their absolute limit in one single, masterful, and breathtaking act.

With Patricia shuddering against my chest, the delicate phase was over. The time for letting her set the pace had passed. Now, it was time for me to claim what was mine.

My hands shifted from her hips to her waist, gripping her firmly. I lifted her slightly, just enough to pull my cock almost entirely out of her soaking, clutching warmth, until only the tip remained inside. Her eyes flew open in surprise, a weak protest forming on her lips.

"UNNHH! YES! DEEPER!"

I leaned forward, my mouth finding the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. I didn’t kiss it. I bit it. Not enough to break the skin, but with enough sharp pressure to make her jolt and scream, a bright sting of pain that would bloom into a dark bruise—a mark of possession.

"AAAAH! GOD! PLEASE!" she shrieked, her back arching violently, her hands scrambling at my shoulders. The pain was clearly fused with unbearable pleasure, sending another convulsive orgasm rippling through her core, making her pussy milk my shaft desperately.

"HARDER!" she begged, her voice raw. "SPANK ME HARDER! USE ME!"

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