Primordial Lust System

Areola's body lay fully drenched in sweat. The white robe draped over her frame didn't fare any better, now barely hiding the curves beneath.

Death was inevitable if this state continued. She could see black veins surfacing on her skin, spreading all over her body, and with them a burning pain flared deep within her, forcing her to do what she had never thought she would.

"Argh, miss, you look kinda sick. How about I take you back to my family and see what they can do for you?"

Aurelian muttered, finally breaking the silence. He knew a thing or two about not courting death.

The fabric of the robe the lady wore was etched in mystical patterns, oozing ancient powerhouse vibes.

Or maybe this was a test—the supreme treasure masquerading as a frail girl to test his intentions. Yes, yes, it could only be the most logical reason. He nodded at his own deduction.

"Pure of heart?" Areola mumbled, surprised by the youth's response.

In a world where strength dominated and weakness was a curse, it was rare to find people who would go out of their way to help others.

That, and knowing the full allure of her body, it would take a being of exceptional willpower to restrain themselves, especially after being given the chance.

A soft smile flashed across her face before she looked at the youth before her. If she were to do this act to survive, then it wouldn't be too bad if it were with him.

Noticing the brief smile hanging on the lady's lips, a surge of satisfaction welled in his heart.

He had passed the test. Now, wasn't this the part where she transformed into some kind of armor or something before merging with him and granting him a grand mission?

Instead, a scenario far from his deepest imagination took place as the lady spoke again.

"Your intentions are honorable, but the only help I need is from you. Forgive me for this."

"Huh? Forgive you for what?" Aurelian mumbled, now fully lost in thought. Her hand blurred from his sight before appearing next to his, then poked him.

"Weird," Aurelian muttered. "What was the meaning of... What the fuck?"

The black veins etched on the lady's hands spread forth once in contact with him, latching into his skin.

Raw heat flooded into his being, far beyond anything he had ever experienced, and as it did, a prickling sensation surged in his lower body.

Shifting his attention, his eyes widened as he watched his lower member rise to glory.

His mind grew hazier by the second, and before he knew what he was doing, his hands shot into his robe, tearing it apart in a single swipe, revealing his body beneath.

What am I doing? Aurelian yelled mentally, frightened by the sensation of losing control over his body, relapsing now and then.

Tanned muscles came into view, arching into graceful abs that held explosive strength.

The veins spread further, and as they did, he lost all rationale. Aurelian was no more, only pure lust given form.

His hands then instinctively reached for the drenched robe encapsulating the figure of the maiden before him.

He sought to tear it away, but white intricate runes flared, repelling his intrusion.

He groaned in frustration as lust burned within him, his goal unattainable.

Grasping his intent, Princess Areola gathered the last wisps of energy she could before snapping her fingers. The light encasing her robes dimmed, the barrier of defense around her taken down, leaving her completely helpless.

Sensing the change, he placed his hands on the robe before applying pressure, and not long after, a tearing sound echoed as he ripped the robe, revealing sweaty jade-like skin glimmering mesmerizingly under the moonlight.

Even overtaken by lust, Aurelian paused, the sheer brilliance of her beauty enthralling him,before he recovered.

And with a similar motion, he tore through the garment covering her breasts, now fully exposing her torso.

Grasping them tightly, he fondled them slowly, cherishing the feeling. As he did, he could feel the girl gasping, his actions taking her by surprise,but he could already see she was immobilized.

He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and with each touch the black veins invading his body weakened, fading little by little. Proof that what he did was working.

Time blurred. His hands moved upward, brushing damp strands of silver hair from her face, revealing eyes of molten silver that captured his every thought.

He knew she was someone important, perhaps from a powerful sect, but that didn't matter now. All that mattered was her.

Instinct guided him. His cock hovered inches from her lips, threatening, trembling at the brink.

Her eyes widened in horror, knowing what was about to happen.

He would have stopped if he could, but control was already lost.

His hands gripped her hair, his hips thrust before his cock slammed into her mouth, filling it, striking the back of her throat.

The act wasn't his choice, nor the motion his own, but the raw pleasure was undeniable And for the first time in both lifetimes he had existed, he… broke his virginity, or was about to.

He shuddered, waves of ecstasy crashing through him. Her gagging choked the air, but he only thrust harder, driven mad by the sensation.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Each wet sound echoed, his pace quickening, his cock battering her throat.

Saliva splattered onto the ground as she coughed for air, only to be stuffed again moments later. Her face burned red, tears streaking down her cheeks, yet still he thrust, relentless.

At last, he buried himself fully, cock jammed deep into her throat, and then release hit.

Hot ropes of cum spurted violently, flooding her throat. He held her head tight, forcing her to swallow every drop, leaving her helpless beneath him.

And as all this ensued, Princess Areola lay, myriads of thoughts and emotions welling up inside her. As her mouth was defiled, or so she saw it, her powerful self was reduced to nothing but a fucktoy by a mortal boy.

Anger welled within her as she reconsidered whether she had made the wrong decision. Yet as her mouth was fucked, a feeling unknown to her coursed through her being… the pleasure of being dominated.

It was vague at first, but as the youth plunged his length to the very end of her throat, it became undeniable. And when he emptied his seed inside her throat, something inside her broke.

Her body thrilled at the submission. She drank him greedily, pulse racing as black veins faded from her body. Not gone yet, but lessened.

Her silver eyes gleamed with a new fire. If being throat-fucked brought such ecstasy… what would it feel like when he took her virginity?

As his cock slid from her lips, her chest heaved with ragged breath. This time, the desire burning inside her didn't come from the aphrodisiac.

It came from her.