Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 749

Chapter 749: Skies and Incredible C**ts (r-18)

We walked back to the mansion in silence at first, the three of us tangled together—my arms around their waists, their heads on my shoulders, the cool night air sliding over skin that still hummed from the day’s victories and the promise of what was coming next.

The estate was quiet. The estate systems had dimmed the outdoor lights to a low, amber glow that traced golden paths across the grass and reflected off the infinity pool like liquid fire. Somewhere in the distance, water trickled over the edge, a soft, constant hush that felt like the world itself was breathing with us.

Madison’s fingers found mine, laced tight. Vivienne’s nails traced slow, deliberate circles on my lower back, just above the waistband of my slacks—little sparks of intent that made my blood redirect south without permission.

I stopped at the edge of the pool deck, where the manicured lawn met wilder grass that led down toward the private grove none of my women ever entered after dark. Ancient oaks and eucalyptus ringed a small clearing there, the ground blanketed in thick, soft clover that the Homebots kept perpetually lush.

Tonight, the moon was a thin crescent, barely enough light to see by, but the sky was so clear every star looked close enough to touch. The air smelled like night-blooming jasmine, wet earth, and the faint chlorine-sweet edge of the pool behind us.

I turned.

Madison’s pupils were huge, black eclipsing blue, her lips parted and glistening. Vivienne’s breath came in shallow, audible pants that stirred the fine hairs at my throat.

"I need you to hear this," I said, voice low, rough around the edges. "What you two just handed me... it’s not just a business plan. It’s a fucking revolution. You saw something I missed, tested it, proved it, structured it, and brought it to me gift-wrapped and ready to change the world."

Madison started to say something modest; I pressed a thumb to her lips.

"No. Listen. You didn’t wait for permission. You didn’t ask if you were allowed. You built it because you knew it was right. Because you’re brilliant. Because this empire isn’t mine alone anymore; it’s ours."

Vivienne’s breath hitched. Madison’s eyes went glassy.

"I’m proud of you," I told them, looking back and forth between those two perfect faces that had just rewritten the future of an entire industry. "So, fucking proud it hurts. And proud doesn’t even cover it. Grateful. Awed. Turned on as hell by how unstoppable you are."

I cupped Madison’s cheek, brushed my thumb across her flawless skins.

"You two deserve more than a pat on the back and a ’good job.’ You deserve to be worshipped for what you just did."

Vivienne laughed softly, the sound trembling a little. "Careful. We might hold you to that."

"I hope you do."

Madison’s breast pressed hot and heavy against my ribs, the stiff peak of her nipple dragging across my shirt with every breath; Vivienne’s hip rolled against mine, the thin silk of her dress whispering against my slacks where my cock throbbed, aching and veined, already leaking, the wet spot cooling and clinging with each step.

The crushed grass beneath our bare feet released a sharp, green scent that mixed with jasmine blooming thick and sweet on the warm breeze.

I could taste it on the back of my tongue, taste them, salt and skin and the faint metallic edge of want. Their cunts were already wet for me—I could smell it, musky and lust and desire, cutting through the night like a blade.

Madison’s pupils were huge, black eclipsing blue, her lips parted and glistening. Vivienne’s breath came in shallow, audible pants that stirred the fine hairs at my throat. Both of them were trembling, thighs clenched, trying not to hump the air like bitches in heat.

I started with Madison.

Cupped her face in both hands; her skin was fever-hot, impossibly smooth, like warm satin over living marble.

My thumbs traced the razor edge of her cheekbones, then dragged down to her swollen lower lip, pressing until she opened for me with a soft, wet sound.

I kissed her slow, deliberate and wanting, tongue sliding along hers in a glide so deep I felt it in my balls.

She tasted like crisp Sancerre and the darker note of her own arousal already rising, coppery and addictive. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, bit down just hard enough for her to jerk and moan, the vibration humming straight through my chest.

I growled into her mouth, "You’re going to choke on my cock later, princess," and felt her pussy clench against my thigh in response.

Vivienne whimpered beside us, the sound raw, animal. "Please... touch me, I’m so fucking empty," she begged, voice cracking.

I broke from Madison only long enough to fist Vivienne’s hair, silk strands wrapping gently around my knuckles, and pulled her head back— slowly.

The column of her throat gleamed under moonlight, pulse fluttering visibly beneath that perfect regenerated skin.

Her lips were plush, almost bruised already, parting on a desperate inhale that flooded my mouth with her breath, warm, sweet, edged with the champagne we’d shared earlier.

I let her. Let them both mark me while I marked them with my mouth. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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