Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645: Beasts Awakened: Midnight Ignition

Ava’s eyes widened, raking over the beasts as I changed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "What... the fuck are those?"

"Hunters," I rumbled, voice low, cock twitching at her awe. "Autonomous killers on wheels. AI cores smarter, ran by ARIA’s little sister—packed with weapons, shields, the works."

The first loomed brutal: a hulking, low-slung monster forged from razor facets, armored plates slicing the air like claws, wide and oppressive, front shield a battering ram, tapering to a stubby tail. Fat, treadless tires devoured the concrete, rear one grotesquely wide, golden-veined shocks coiled like serpents.

No exhaust, no lights—just hidden fury, pulsing subtly as if alive, hungry.

Void Reaper.

The second coiled sleeker: a viper of flowing aggression, bulbous core swelling like a venom sac, hooded fairing with glowing LED veins forming an enraged glare.

Body a protective pod, cutaways exposing raw power, truncated rear hugging the wheel like a tail. Hubless rims floated on illusion, perforated discs screaming lethality, rear swingarm a single sinister arm, crimson pulse in the hub like internal fire.

Shadow Serpent.

Ava circled them, fingers trailing the cold hides, breath hitching as the frames hummed under her touch, vibrating like a cock on the edge. "They’re... beasts. Actual fucking beasts."

"One is yours now," I said, tossing her a bundle—identical attire, nano-suited for her curves. "Strip. What you’re wearing. Bullet-magnet. This is bulletproof, self-cleaning, camouflage—blends to shadows, wipes blood and cum like it never happened."

She laughed low and filthy at the cum part, already soaked from the teasing, caught the bundle against her chest, eyes blazing with challenge.

She didn’t rush. Instead, she locked eyes with me, biting her lower lip as she slowly unzipped her jacket, letting it slide off one shoulder at a time, teasing the reveal of skin underneath.

Shirt next— fingers deliberately unbuttoning from the top, pausing after each one to arch her back a little, until the fabric parted and her heavy tits spilled free inch by inch, bouncing heavily as they escaped, nipples already thick and stiff, begging for attention.

She cupped them briefly, thumbs circling the peaks with a soft moan, squeezing just enough to make them jiggle before letting go.

Pants now—hips swaying as she hooked thumbs into the waistband, turning halfway to give me a view of that round, firm ass while she eased them down slowly, bending forward deliberately, cheeks spreading as the fabric peeled away, exposing everything: her soaked thong clinging transparently to swollen pussy lips, slick arousal glistening and dripping down her inner thighs.

She paused there, bent over, glancing back over her shoulder with a wicked grin, wiggling her ass teasingly before straightening and sliding the thong down agonizingly slow—peeling it from her drenched folds, strings of wetness stretching and snapping as she revealed her fully naked body.

Shaved mound puffy and open, clit hard and peeking from it’s within, cunt dripping shamelessly, toned abs flexing, wide hips flaring, every curve on brazen display as she stepped out of the last scrap of clothing, standing tall and nude, skin flushed hot, letting me drink in the sight before finally reaching for the suit.

She slipped into the suit—material slithering over her bare skin, hugging every curve, plates accentuating her hourglass, crotch seam rubbing her clit as it sealed, making her gasp.

Boots, gloves, full cyberpunk goddess—tits thrust, ass armored, ponytail whipping.

"Choose," I said calmly like I was unfazed by what I just witnessed, she licked her lips knowing pretty well I wanted t bend her over and fuck her now.

"Reaper’s brute—smashes through anything. Serpent’s sly—strikes silent. Both autonomous: palm the center console, biometric lock. Yours forever—can’t start without you, or if you’re forced. AI drives solo: you’re pinned down miles out, it roars in, guns blazing and saves you."

She hesitated, hand hovering, pussy clenching visible through the suit. "Weapons?"

"Plasma rails hidden in frames, mini missile pods, EMP bursts, projectile blades that eject from wheels. And Strap Function—" I grinned as her eyes lit.

"Activates, magnetic straps lock you tight—tits crushed to tank, cunt grinding the seat—then hyper-speed burst. Zero to two hundred in a blink, G-forces pinning you like my cock in your throat."

"Fuck," she moaned, thighs rubbing, choosing the Shadow Serpent—palm slapping the dark screen on the console. It flared crimson, scanning her print, voice purring in her mind via neural link: "Biometric locked. Mistress Ava. Ready to hunt."

I mounted the Void Reaper, pressing the core. The back split open with a hydraulic hiss, helmet rising like a crown—matte black, visored, HUD flickering gold. I donned it, sealing with a click.

"Can we hurry and get this done with, wanna fuck you, you know."

"Strap Function," she repeated, voice husky over comms, tongue darting across her lips. "You said it pins me... shoots off like a bullet. Show me. Detail it. Make me feel it before I activate."

I grinned under my helmet, HUD highlighting her vitals—heart rate spiking, pupils dilated, cunt heat registering through the suit’s sensors, wetness building. "Activate demo mode first. Palm the screen again—say ’Strap Demo’."

The anchor strap—titanium-reinforced—deployed from the rear with a sonic crack, bolting her spine for total rigidity. "Stabilization override," the AI bellowed. "Combat immersion."

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