Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 319

Chapter 319: Split (R-18)
Ashby’s skin was pale, almost porcelain, flushed crimson under the oil’s heat. Tears cut thick honeyed tracks down her cheeks—amber and golden, like liquid resin.

Her eyes held terror and longing, glistening with tears that dripped into the chocolate pooling at my knees.

Her climax wasn’t a scream. It was a shuddering whisper: “Tender… Lord…”

I lapped the salt tears from her skin, tongue swirling around her clit where honey mingled with salt, slick and wet. I tasted fear, arousal, shame, surrender—and I drank that too.

Madison burned between her ass and cunt—dual infernos. I pressed my flat tongue over her clit and blew, cool air against molten heat.

She snarled like a furnace resisting taming. “BURN ME CLEAN!” Her voice shook stone.

Oh God, the taste… her cunt was scorching—silk soaked in sweat, fabric clinging to flesh. I lapped faster, tasting smoke and spice where chili burned thick, richer than candy.

Sucking heat, salt, sweat on my tongue as it rolled over her flesh—fire and smoke dripping down my throat.

When she came, she shattered, flooding my mouth with thick, smoky liquid—copper and cunt juice together. I drank, swallowing hard, drowning in her orgasm while fire burned her out around me, drenching my face with her juices.

I lapped until the flames died to embers. Her muscles went limp; skin glistened with sweat and sex. The scent hung heavy—smoke, cunt, chocolate, salt.

Amanda gleamed under chili oil that dripped black down the folds of her cunt, catching light like liquid obsidian.

I sealed my lips around her clit, flicking it like leather.

“CONSUME ME,” she hissed, voice sharp metal vibrating through me as she ground harder into my mouth.

I slid my tongue into her folds, tasting smoke and musk, the oil burning her pussy, fumes saturating my mouth with hunger. Her clit was hard beneath my tongue—smoldering, hot, aching.

Her hips pressed me deeper, grinding until she came. She shattered, trembling around my face as juice flooded me, musky smoke filling my mouth with each throb.

I swallowed all of it as her body shook with orgasm, until she was spent—dripping salty-sweet down my chin and cheekbone.

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Vivienne trembled as ice water trickled down her emerald folds—cool, clear streams mixing with thick chocolate syrup, dark and bitter. Fluids collided like oil and water as I tasted: cool water washing away cocoa; salt from her tears; a trace of honey, floral and faint; then smoke and fire from her arousal, edged with metal.

Her emerald eyes, dark with need, fluttered as she saw me approach. She shivered—not from cold, but from wanting. Ice, chocolate, heat, oil—all blending inside her soft folds like venom.

I nipped gently at her clit with cool lips, then thrust my tongue deep into her cunt where frost and fire met. Her muscles clenched around the invasion, damp and tight around me.

“Oh… my Lord…!” The moan escaped, soft, desperate.

She squeezed harder as I licked deeper, sweat slicking her skin with a glaze of water and oil. I thrust again, tongue twisting inside her, her inner walls fluttering around my muscle—until her release broke.

Cool water gushed from her cunt, overflowing into my mouth. Mint, chocolate, smoke—eight flavors colliding, crisp and sharp on my tongue, drowning my senses in a sudden flood.

I rose before them, my face dripping, crimson lines streaked across my skin. Slick, wet, painted with eight flavors—copper, smoke, honey, chili, chocolate—all mingled in the heat of her release.

The air thickened, heavy with scent: chocolate, chili oil sharp as burning flowers, the musk of sweat and cunt.

The taste on my tongue deepened—copper dominant, then smoke, then sour chocolate, mint, honey-salt—sliding down my throat in thick drops as I swallowed every trace.

The sanctuary air hung thick with consecration—the scent of chocolate, mint, chili, and sex clinging like incense when I spun Vivienne around. Her back slammed against the leather sofa with a wet thud, ice water and melted chocolate splattering from her cunt onto the floor.

Vanilla, salt, and musk hit me like a physical blow—a chemical weapon that fogged my senses even as her dripping folds glistened under the firelight.

My hand slid between her legs, fingers slipping through sopping-wet folds. Cool water clung to her skin, chocolate syrup streaked across emerald flesh like war paint. I found her clit—hard, soaked nub straining under wet lips—and swirled my tongue around it in a slow, deliberate circle. Not teasing. Mapping.

“Fuck… Eros…” she gasped, voice fracturing as her hands clawed at my shoulders. Her body quivered, ice water trickling down her thighs in thin, crystalline rivers, mixing with chocolate on the floor. I tasted:

Cool mint from her releaseBitter cocoa clinging to her cunt wallsSmoke—chili oil lingering on her breathSalt—the faintest trace of tearsSomething electric—sharp, bright, cutting through like lime

She screamed, spine bowing off the leather as her cunt convulsed. My mouth flooded with cool, sweet water—not water, ambrosia. I sucked hard, draining her relentlessly, drowning my senses in the cool, sweet, musky heat flooding my throat. When I pulled back, her thighs shook violently, thighs dripping rivers of ice-chocolate-musk. Her eyes had half-collapsed, pupils blown wide.

“Mine to break? Or mine to ruin?” My voice cracked the stained glass, thick with her taste.

“Ruin me…” she whimpered, eyes rolling back, legs trembling uncontrollably. “Burn me on your cock…”

I dipped my head back down, tongue plunging into her cunt—not exploring, claiming. Sweet water turned hotter, deeper sweetness vibrating as violet bloomed in my mouth. I sucked hard, drinking her scream down as her body crushed against my head, rocks biting into her thighs.

The taste shifted again—mint, rose, honey, smoke—a cooling burn flooding my tongue as metal tang intensified.

My hands clamped her hips tight, fingers squeezing her tight cunt muscle as she exploded in liquid violet floods. I pushed deeper, fucking her cunt with finger and tongue until she shattered—a quivering knot of muscles thrumming weakly around my digits. I drank as her body fell, letting her cunt quiver on my fingers. Tasting her. Feeling her inner heat quench flames on her skin with ice water from folds I’d just fucked, drowning my face as she rocked against me.

Her eyes rolled back then—emerald swirled in black water—tears shimmering beneath her, juices dripping, flooding my hand. Fingers gloriously soaked in violet release as she went limp. I withdrew slowly, smiling—my face glistening in her essence.

I licked my fingers clean, savoring the layered taste, then reached down toward her lips.

My cock slid over her open pussy mouth as I pressed my mouth to hers. Salty tang of skin mixed with tart-sweet violet and sharp smoke. Her lips parted willingly, tongue meeting mine in a slow, worshipful dance—her final surrender to the ruin I’d promised.

And I tasted it all: her destruction. Her liberation. Her divinity. Consumed. Consecrated. Mine.