Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Tempest (R-18)
Rose-gold honey clung to Celeste’s cunt like crystallized sap—thick, viscous, smelling of ancient roses and stolen sunlight. I didn’t merely taste her; I sealed my mouth over her entirely, lips and tongue becoming a living, breathing chalice.

My tongue burrowed through the mint leaves scattered like emerald snow across her inner thighs, crushing them between my teeth. Menthol exploded—cold, sharp, cutting through the honey’s sweetness like a sanctified blade.

“ROSY MINT!”

The name ripped from her like a gospel revelation—half sob, half hymn. Her hips bucked off the sofa, ropes creaking in protest, thighs trembling as if bearing the weight of divine revelation. My fingers joined the rite, thrusting deep into her molten core. They emerged dripping, thick with honey and her own slick arousal, then plunged back inside—pumping, stirring, mixing the nectar into her convulsing walls.

“Ambrosia…” she wept, the word dissolving into a broken moan. Sweat beaded on her flushed skin, catching the firelight like liquid amber. Tears carved paths through the honey glazing her cheeks—salt water meeting sacred oil.

When her climax came, it was a cataclysm. Not a wave, but a tide—amber gush flooding my mouth, coating my chin, dripping onto the velvet below in sticky, glistening pearls. The scent intensified: roses, sweat, salt, and the raw, primal musk of consecrated flesh.

I drank the chalice dry, throat working to swallow every drop of her offering. The taste was transcendence—thick floral sweetness layered with salt and the electric zing of mint, as if I’d bitten into heaven itself and found it tasted of her.

Her body went limp beneath my mouth, quivering like plucked strings. Her cunt fluttered around my retreating fingers, as if trying to grasp the divinity I’d withdrawn. Honey still glistened on her swollen folds, mingling with the tears that tracked through the rose oil on her thighs.

I lifted my head slowly. Her face was a masterpiece of ruined devotion—eyes rolled back, unfocused, lips parted in a silent rapture.

A strand of honey and saliva stretched from my lower lip to her clit, a gossamer thread connecting worshipper to deity. Her amber eyes, when they finally focused, held no thought—only the glazed, blissful emptiness of total surrender.

“Chalice…” she breathed, the word slurred and sacred. “Drained…”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, smearing honey and tears across my knuckles like holy oil. The second altar was consecrated in nectar and psalms, her body the emptied vessel awaiting refilling.

I shifted to the next target…

Thick. Oily. Demonic. It clung to Gabrielle’s bronze skin like volcanic mud, glossy under firelight, catching flames in dark, viscous swirls. It wasn’t just on her—it was in her, sinking into pores, coating her cuntlips like a second skin.

When she moved, it stretched—slow, seductive—pulling into glistening strings that snapped back with a soft, wet pop. The scent was buttery, dark chocolate—bitter and rich, undercut by the sharp metallic tang of blood from where the ropes had shredded her wrists, the musky salt-sweat of her arousal. It wasn’t just chocolate. It was sacrificial, burning her flesh long before my mouth ever touched her.

Searing. Violent. Chemical reaction. It sizzled where it met her entrance, turning bronze into crimson, smoking like damp embers. The air hissed—audible—sizzle, sizzle—as if her cunt was being branded by fire. Steam rose in thick clouds, misting her thighs, filling the room with the smell of chili and fucking pain.

When I blew across it: “TOO PLEASUREFUL HOT!”

Her scream shattered the air—raw, torn—her hips wrenching so hard against the ropes that splinters flew from the wood.

The sound wasn’t human—it was pleasure, agony and need, melting into dark ecstasy. Her cunt clenched—you could feel it, heat pouring off her in waves, dripping into the chocolate pooling on her skin. Her flesh was being sacrificed to this fire.

I sealed my lips over her burning entrance, tongue driving in like a fucking drill. Not gentle. Hungry. Devouring. The flavors exploded in my mouth.

Chocolate—thick, bitter, choking my throat, coating my tongue in sticky layers

Chili—searing, numbing heat, scorching my taste buds.

Salt—honey juice from her split pussy, sweat, the tang of her arousal

Smoke—silk on fire, spicy, asphyxiating.

Her cunt—pouring cum into my mouth like fucking lava.

Menthol—cooling briefly when I blew air between lips before searing her clit again. And all eight flavors mixing in the heat of her release.

She shut her, biting the ropes, crying, coming so violently her legs trembled. Every thrust of my tongue was a torture, every sweep drenched her body in fire and salt, and I ate it like a beast. I drank her cry, I drank her cum, I drank it down to the last drop.

Frozen mint leaves clinging to her folds, sharp-edged, like shattered jade—each vein dissolving into the melting pool.

Her skin was “cool” but burning from the inside from the chili oil. I didn’t taste pleasure first. I rolled each mint leaf against her entrance with my lips until crushing it, feeling it give way—melting—mixing the cool mint with hot oil then sucking it off.

When I bit her chocolate-covered clit…

Control shattered. Her eyes blinked, wide and empty—vacant. I plunged my tongue deep, curled against her G-spot—finding the hard nodule—thumping for attention—and rubbed it in fast, cold circles. Cool mint met bitter cocoa and her mind shattered – intense bursts flooded my tongue— electronic buzz beneath her skin, sharp like ice cracking under my touch.

Frozen mint leaves clung to Sofia’s folds, sharp-edged like shattered jade, each vein dissolving into the melting pool.

I didn’t taste pleasure first. I rolled each mint leaf against her entrance with my lips until it crushed, melting into fire—cool mint mixing with hot oil—before sucking it off.

When I bit her chocolate-covered clit.

Control shattered. Her eyes blinked wide and empty—vacant. I plunged my tongue deep, curled against her G-spot, finding the hard nodule thumping for attention, and rubbed it in fast, cold circles.

Cool mint met bitter cocoa, and her mind shattered. Intense bursts flooded my tongue, an electronic buzz beneath her skin, sharp like ice cracking under my touch.