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

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!”

The scream was raw and animalistic, a sound of pure, soul-shattering possession, echoing off the walls.

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.

The heat was scalding, the tightness a mind-altering, soul-crushing pleasure that made her slick gush around me, soaking my balls in a fresh wave of her desire.

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!

The wet, fleshy sound was obscene, a percussive beat for the symphony of her screams, my balls swinging forward to slap against her ass.

I set a brutal, punishing rhythm. There was no gentleness, no build-up. This was a claiming. A possession.

I fucked her with the full force of my enhanced prowess, my hips pistoning, each thrust driving my thick, shifting cock into her again and again, the head battering her cervix, the shaft stretching her walls until they burned, the base grinding against her clit with every hilt.

The air filled with our coupling: the wet, sloppy squelching of her cunt as it swallowed me whole, the hard slap-slap-slap of my hips against her thighs, her cries turning from screams of shock to incoherent babbling, the wet slap of my balls against her ass.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! You’re splitting me! You’re breaking my pussy! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she chanted, her head thrashing from side to side, hair sticking to her sweat-slick face, her hands clawing at my back, leaving red welts on my skin that burned like brands.

I flipped her over, yanking her hips up until she was on her hands and knees, her ass, perfect and marked with my fingerprints, presented to me, cheeks spread, the tight pucker of her asshole winking above her dripping cunt.

I drove back into her from behind, this new angle allowing me to go even deeper, the head punching past her cervix again, the shaft dragging along her front wall, grinding against her G-spot with every thrust.

She shrieked, her face collapsing into the rug, her muffled screams a desperate prayer as her cunt gushed around me. I reached around and found her clit, a hard, throbbing pearl, swollen and slick, and began to rub it in tight, fast circles while I continued to pound into her, the dual stimulation making her walls flutter wildly.

The dual stimulation was her undoing.

Her entire body seized. A convulsive, full-body orgasm ripped through her, so powerful it was almost a seizure, her cunt clamping down like a vice, walls rippling in violent waves, a hot flood of her cream squirting around my cock and splattering my thighs.

A high, keening wail escaped her lips as her cunt flooded with fresh, hot slick, her muscles spasming uncontrollably around my cock, milking me, begging for my own release.

I leaned over her, my mouth next to her ear, my voice a rough snarl. “Whose pussy is this, Reyna?”

“YOURS!” she sobbed, her body still shaking, cunt still fluttering. “It’s your fucking pussy!”

That was all it took. My vision went white as I exploded, a torrent of hot, thick seed flooding her, painting her walls with my essence. Her cunt clamped down, milking every last drop from my body in a final, powerful contraction.