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

The air reeked of her—salt, musk, and honeyed desperation. Her cunt was bare and under the penthouse lights, glowing. Swollen lips parted like a split fig, slick enough to reflect the city skyline.

Harold's rose petals clung to her inner thighs, crimson against the wet betrayal glistening on her skin. I knelt, the mattress groaning under my weight. Her breath hitched—sharp, ragged, like prey sensing the strike.

"Look at her," I growled, thumb grazing her entrance. Barely a brush. Her entire cunt clenched. "Flushed. Pulsing. Already weeping for me. Harold bought champagne. You? You're the fucking vintage I'll drink dry."

Amanda's cunt was bare—glistening, swollen, inner lips peeled open like a ripe fruit. Harold's roses clung to her thighs, dark red against the slick mess of her own making.

"Spread 'em."

She did. Legs wide, knees bent. Exposed. Her clit was a hard, straining knot. Wetness dripped onto the silk sheets.

My hands slid under her ass, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Forced her thighs wider. Stretched her open. The angle bared her clit—straining, glistening, aching. I blew a slow stream of cool air directly onto it. Her body jackknifed.

"Eros—FUCK!"

"Watch me unmake you," I snarled, locking eyes as my tongue hit her flesh.

No teasing. I flattened my tongue and dragged it slow from her dripping hole to her clit in one long, wet stripe. Her taste—salted honey, raw arousal, hers—exploded across my tongue. She bucked, hips grinding against my jaw. I did it again. And again. Painting her cunt with broad, deliberate licks.

Each stroke left her slicker. Louder. "Please—oh god, PLEASE—"

I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked. Not gently. Like a starving god claiming an offering. Hard, rhythmic pulls. Her back snapped off the bed. A scream ripped through the suite.

"YES! THERE! FUCK, RIGHT THERE!"

Sealed my mouth over her clit again and sucked. Hard. Tongue flicking the tip in blinding strokes. Her back snapped off the bed. Thighs clamped around my head like a vise.

I slid two fingers deep inside her. Curved instantly. Found that rough, ridged spot high on her front wall. Pressed. Rubbed in tight, fast circles. My other hand mashed down on her perineum. Dual assault. Front and back. Her body seized like a live wire.

"EROS—PETER—DON'T STOP—I'M—"

I ate her like a starving animal. No teasing, no slow licks. I sealed my mouth over her entire cunt and suckled. Hard. Tongue stabbing deep, swirling, lapping flat and wide. Tasting salt, sweetness, pure fuck-hunger. She bucked, thighs clamping around my ears.

"Eros! OH GOD—"

"Shut up and take it," I snarled against her flesh, vibrations making her jerk. Found her clit with my teeth—not biting, just barely scraping the edge while my tongue flicked lightning-fast over the tip.

She screamed, arched clean off the bed. "FUCK! RIGHT THERE—!"

I felt it—her inner walls clamping, fluttering like a trapped bird, faster than I had expected. How starved! "Give it to me," I snarled against her clit, vibrations shattering her control. "Scream. Let Harold's penthouse drown in it."

My tongue, swirling relentless circles around the swollen pearl of her clit, felt the first telltale spasm deep within her core. Not a ripple, but a convulsion.

She detonated.

A guttural cry tore from her throat, raw and shredded, higher than any scream before–

"UUUHHHHNNNN—GOD—EROS—!"

It wasn't just sound; it was a physical force, her whole body snapping taut like a live wire. Her hands flew from clawing the sheets to grabbing my head, fingers tangling brutally in my hair, holding me imprisoned against the source of the flood.

Not pulling away, but grinding down, forcing my lips and tongue deeper into the pulsing, gushing heat as she came.

Her cunt didn't just clench; it pulsed violently. Rhythmic, powerful contractions seized around any part of me near her core– my chin pressed hard against her entrance, my fingers digging into the meat of her ass– each sending a fresh, smaller gush of her juices erupting out. It was rhythmic, like a heartbeat made liquid: pulse-splash, pulse-splash, pulse-splash.

Her thighs trembled violently against my ears, the muscles fluttering wildly. Her heels drummed a frantic, staccato beat against my shoulder blades.

But I wasn't finished. Her limp body trembled with aftershocks. Sweat slicked her skin. Tears tracked through ruined mascara. Harold's diamond glittered on her left hand like a cold, dead eye.

"Again," I commanded. Voice like gravel.

"Eros—no—too much—"

"Yes." I flipped her onto her stomach with inhuman strength. Yanked her hips up. Face smashed into roses. Her cunt was red, raw, mine.

I spread her cheeks wide. Her asshole winked. Below, her cunt gaped—still slick, still swollen. I bent and licked her. Everywhere. Onelong slow wet stroke from clit to tailbone. She choked. "OH GOD! WHAT—?"

I did it again. And again. Broad, wet, claiming every inch. My tongue delved deep... fucking her cunt in rigid thrusts. Then swirled her oversensitive clit. Flicked higher, tracing the tight pucker of her ass in deliberate reverence.

"Every part," I snarled, fingers bruising her hips. "Mine. ALL MINE."

My left hand slid under her. Fingers found her clit. Rubbed in punishing circles. My right hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back. Forcing her spine into a brutal arch. "Scream for me. Let fucking go."

"EROS—YES—I'M—DON'T STOP—!" Her voice climbed into oblivion.

"Come. Now," I ordered, sucking her clit hard while grinding my fingers deep.

She exploded again like she hadn't just did seconds ago. A high-pitched shriek ripped out as her cunt clamped down on my fingers like a vise.

Hot fluid gushed into my mouth, over my chin. I swallowed some, let the rest run down my neck, felt it drip onto my chest. Kept fingering her through it—pumping, not stopping, dragging every last spasm out until she collapsed, slack-jawed, drooling a little onto the silk.

Amanda flinched, sobbed into the sheets. "Too much… can't…"

"Can." Spread her cheeks wide. Stared at her asshole. Tiny, puckered. Perfect. Lowered my face and licked it. A slow, wet drag from clit to crack.

She choked. "NO! Not there—!"

Shoved my tongue inside her cunt. Deep. Fucked her with it, stiff and hard. At the same time, rubbed her clit with my thumb—side-to-side, fast as hell. Slapped her ass again. "Louder. Scream for me."

"EROS YOU BULLY! PLEASE! FUCK! OH, FUCK ME—!"

I spread her open with my thumbs, reverent as a priest unveiling a sacred chalice. Cool air hit her overheated flesh; she gasped, spine bowing. I stared. Memorized every twitch, every fold, every desperate pulse.

"Exquisite," I breathed, the warm air making her flinch. "And now… consecrated."

Then, I leaned in.

No gentle preamble. I flattened my tongue and licked her from perineum to clit in one slow, deliberate claim. Amanda's entire body seized. A sharp cry shattered the silence. Her taste exploded on my tongue—ambrosia, musk, life. I did it again. And again. Painting wet stripes over her slick flesh. Her hands flew to my hair, tangling, pulling hard, anchoring herself to the only solid thing in her unraveling world.

"Eros—god—yes—" Her moan was high, shattered. Her thighs began to tremble violently.

I anchored her with an iron grip on her hips, holding her still for my worship. My tongue narrowed, became a whip. I flicked the tip against her exposed clit in blindingly fast rhythm. Her reaction was cataclysmic—a guttural scream ripped from her lungs, back snapping off the bed, grinding her cunt against my devouring mouth.

"THERE! OH FUCK, DON'T STOP—"

I sealed my lips over her swollen bud and sucked. Hard, possessive. At the same moment, two fingers slid deep inside her, curling instantly to find that rough, sacred spot high on her front wall. The combination was apocalypse.

"EROS!" She shattered. Not just an orgasm. An unraveling. Her body convulsed, thighs clamping around my head, a torrent of hot liquid flooding my mouth—sweet, salty, hers. I drank like a god at a sacrament, gulping her down as she sobbed and thrashed beneath me.

But her climax wasn't the end. It was the gateway.

Her legs went limp, sliding from my shoulders. She lay boneless, gasping, tears tracing paths through the sweat on her temples. And I wasn't finished. Far from it.

I rose over her, my face gleaming with her essence. My enhancement burned in my veins, hunger sharpened, not sated. "Again," I commanded, voice velvet-wrapped steel. "I'm not done showing you what worship feels like."

Before she could protest—before she could think—I flipped her onto her stomach with impossible strength. Her face pressed into silk once more that smelled of Harold's ambition. I dragged her hips up, presenting her ass to me like an offering. The candlelight flickered over her curves, glistening on her swollen cunt.

"Eros… I can't…" her plea was muffled, weak.

"Yes," I growled, palms smoothing over the perfect globes of her ass. "You can. You will." I spread her cheeks, exposing her completely—every intimate fold, her glistening entrance, the tight, forbidden pucker above. My gaze drank it all in. "Mine. Every inch."

Her body snapped like a bowstring. A silent scream tore through her—violent convulsions wracking her frame. Another gush of fluid bathed my chin. Hotter. Wilder. I sealed my mouth over her pulsing core and devoured. Sucking. Lapping. Wringing every last shudder from her until she collapsed utterly—face down, ruined, weeping into silk.

I was determined t give her the best pussy eating ever!

I rose slowly. The air hung thick with cum, sweat, and roses.

"Hear that silence?" I whispered. "That's the sound of Harold's future dying. You're mine now. Every trembling inch. Every soaked breath."

The diamond caught the light—cold. Dead. Irrelevant.

Amanda didn't move. Didn't speak. She lay shattered in her fiancé's honeymoon suite. The scent of her release—pungent, undeniable—soaked Harold's sheets. The candles flickered. The city glittered.

One truth remained: She was mine. Utterly. Finally. Forever. But not done!