Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 644

Chapter 644: Horny Agent (some minor r-18)

A/N: I don’t know if any of you is fond of Ava but she’s here!

Ava burst through the door like a storm of leather and gun oil, eyes locking on me instantly—hungry, feral, months of pent-up cock-hunger flashing across her face.

She was dressed for war: black tactical pants hugging her thick thighs, boots that could crush skulls, tight jacket straining over her heavy tits, hair pulled back in a severe ponytail that begged to be yanked. Her team—four stone-faced operatives—flanked her, gear rattling.

"Eros—" she started, voice cracking with relief and raw need, but I cut her off with a grin, already shifting.

I was already Eros—hair dark, eyes sharp to predatory gold. The hospital gown was gone, replaced by black fatigues I’d materialized from the shop—tight, armored, crotch bulging.

"Room’s yours," I told the team she came with, jerking my thumb at the bed. "Maintain the illusion. I am dying in there. No one in, no one out."

They nodded, filing in like ghosts, setting up perimeter cams and fake vitals on the monitors. ARIA synced with their comms, looping moans of pain through the speakers for authenticity.

Ava didn’t wait. She marched straight to the hospital director’s office, badge flashing, voice dropping to that icy CIA steel. "Matter of national security. Patient transfer. Records sealed. Now."

The director in charge—some balding suit with a clipboard—paled, stammered, signed whatever bullshit forms she shoved at him. Minutes. That’s all it took. National security was the ultimate safe word—shut mouths, open doors.

We exited through a service door, down forgotten stairs, into the underground garage—dim, echoing, scented with oil and rubber. The Hunters were waiting—two midnight beasts, humming with hidden power, ready to unleash.

Ava stopped abruptly at the sight of me—full Eros, cock straining against my pants, grin wicked.

Her breath hitched, eyes dropping to my bulge, lips parting wet. Months. Months of texts, calls, craving my cock she never got while she chased ghosts across borders. Waiting. Aching. Fingers plunging into her dripping cunt at night when we sex-texted, whispering my name, toys a pale joke next to the real monster she needed.

"Eros—" she whispered, voice thick with lust, but I didn’t let her finish.

She turned on me like a dam breaking—fierce, primal, body slamming into mine with pent-up force. Her hands fisted my jacket, yanking me down as her mouth crashed into mine like a fucking collision—lips bruising, teeth clashing in a savage bite, tongue thrusting deep into my mouth like she was fucking my face.

She tasted like desperation and coffee, salt from sweat, moaning loud into me, the sound vibrating straight to my balls.

"Fuck—missed you—missed this," she gasped between kisses, sucking my lower lip hard, biting down until blood bloomed, tongue lapping it up like cream.

Her body pressed flush, heavy tits crushing against my chest, nipples diamond-hard poking through fabric, hips grinding frantic against my throbbing cock, feeling every vein, every inch straining for her soaked hole.

I growled, hands roaming—one tangling in her ponytail, yanking her head back to expose her throat, teeth sinking into the pulse point, sucking a bruise that would mark her as mine. The other hand grabbed her ass, fingers digging into firm flesh, pulling her tighter, grinding my cock against her cunt until she whimpered, juices flooding her panties, scent of her aroused pussy filling the air.

"I dreamed of choking on you, cumming on your tongue—please—"

I grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes flutter, kissing deeper, biting her lower lip until she whimpered, blood-tang mixing with lipstick. My free hand slid under her jacket, cupping a heavy tit—full, swaying, nipple thick and erect, pinching and twisting until she arched, gasping into my mouth.

"Missed me this much, agent?" I rasped, grinding my bulge against her cunt, feeling her heat, her wetness seeping through layers. She was drowning—panty-soaking slut, thighs slick.

"God, yes—fuck me right here—now," she begged, voice breaking, fingers fumbling at my zipper, freeing my thick shaft—veins pulsing like ropes, head swollen purple, precum oozing in thick strings.

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