The Baron’s NTR System: Bonds to Break, Hearts to Claim

Kael was going through the system and the stuff he could buy which might help him a lot in the future

As Kael closed his eyes, thinking about the door to his chamber creaked open.

He didn't bother to open his eyes, assuming it was Mila.

But the scent that filled the room was not that of his sweet maid, it was musky and alluring, a scent he knew all too well.

"Lysara?" he murmured, his eyes flickering open.

She was dressed in a form-fitting gown that accentuated her slender figure, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders.

Without a word, she approached the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

Kael's heart raced as he realized her intentions.

Lysara knelt before him, her gaze fixed on his semi-hard cock.

With a sly smile, she reached out and gently took him in her hand, stroking the length of his shaft with her delicate fingers.

Kael let out a soft groan, his body responding to her touch despite his recent exertions.

"You're exhausted, my lord," Lysara whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

"Let me take care of you."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. Lysara's hands were skilled, and she knew exactly how to pleasure a man.

She began to stroke him with slow, deliberate movements, her touch firm yet gentle.

Her fingers glided up and down his length, teasing the sensitive tip, causing his cock to twitch and grow in her hand.

Leaning forward, Lysara lowered her head, her full lips parting to take him into her warm mouth.

She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the head, eliciting a low moan from Kael.

Her lips slid down his shaft, taking him deeper, her throat constricting around him.

"Fuck, Lysara," Kael gasped, his hands gripping the bedsheets. "Your mouth feels like heaven."

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust, and then took him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair.

Her throat muscles contracted, massaging his length, and she hummed, vibrating around his sensitive flesh.

Kael's hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting his cock further into her throat.

Pulling back, Lysara teased his glistening tip with her tongue, licking and sucking, before taking him back into her mouth.

Her hands roamed over his thighs, squeezing and kneading the firm muscles, while her other hand gently caressed his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Kael's breath quickened as Lysara's skilled mouth worked its magic.

She sucked and stroked, her pace increasing, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with growing urgency.

Her hand joined in, pumping in perfect rhythm with her mouth, driving him closer to the edge.

"That's it, Lysara," Kael groaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Suck my cock, you filthy whore."

Lysara's eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and defiance.

She loved it when Kael spoke to her like that, reminding her of her place and fueling her own dark desires.

She wanted to please him, to submit to his every whim, and she took his words as a challenge.

With renewed fervor, Lysara deep-throated him, her nose pressing into his groin, her throat swallowing him whole.

Her hand worked in unison, stroking and twisting, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.

Kael's body tensed, his breath coming in short gasps, as he felt the familiar coil of pleasure in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, Lysara," he warned, his voice hoarse with need.

Lysara didn't slow down.

Instead, she quickened her pace, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony, determined to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

Kael's cock throbbed, his balls tightening, and with a guttural cry, he exploded into her mouth.

Lysara swallowed eagerly, her throat working to take every spurt of his hot seed.

She sucked and licked, milking his sensitive cock, ensuring she drained him completely.

Kael's body shuddered, his orgasm rippling through him, as he clutched the sheets, overwhelmed by the intensity of his release.

As his breathing slowed, Lysara released his softening cock from her mouth, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

She looked up at him, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"You needed that, my lord," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of dominance. "Now, it's my turn."

Kael, still reeling from his powerful orgasm, watched as Lysara rose to her feet, her gown sliding off her shoulders to pool at her feet.

"Get on all fours, Lysara," Kael commanded, his voice regaining its authoritative tone.

"I want to fuck you like the whore you are."

Lysara's eyes lit up at his words, and she eagerly complied, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself on her hands and knees.

Her ass, round and firm, was presented to him, her pussy glistening with anticipation.

Kael positioned himself behind her, his cock already hardening at the sight of her willing body.

He reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, his rigid length sliding between her ass cheeks, seeking her wet entrance.

"You like it rough, don't you, Lysara?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You want me to fuck that tight pussy until you can't walk straight."

Lysara moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Yes, my lord. Take me. Fuck me like the whore I am."

Kael thrust forward, burying his cock deep inside her in one smooth motion.

Lysara gasped, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size.

He was thick and hard, filling her completely, stretching her to the limit.

He began to move, his hips driving forward in a relentless rhythm, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

Lysara cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain, as Kael's cock pounded into her, hitting all the right spots.

"Yes, fuck me!" she cried, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her

back.

"Harder, my lord! Make me your bitch!"

Kael obliged, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more forceful.