Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751: The Grove Witnesses 2 (r-18)

I yanked out (both of them whining at the sudden emptiness, Madison a high "No—no—come back!") only to shove four fingers back into Vivienne, stretching her so wide she screamed, a raw, throaty

"Too much—too good—!" while I ground my thumb in brutal circles over her clit—slick, slippery sounds like someone stirring thick honey.

With Madison I used my mouth first, sealing over her clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and mean.

The noise she made was pure porn: a wet, desperate "Nnnngh—right there—suck it, baby, suck my clit!"

Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking hard as I finger-fucked her with short, punishing jabs—plap-plap-plap-plap—each one forcing another obscene squirt against my palm.

Their voices overlapped, braided together:

Madison: "Listen to her cunt—God, she’s so fucking wet—" Vivienne: "Yours is louder—hear yourself gush every time he curls—fuck!"

I switched again and again, mouth on Madison, fingers destroying Vivienne; mouth on Vivienne, fingers stretching Madison until she was gaping and sobbing.

Every time I pulled my fingers free the sound was filthy—shlorp—followed by their twin whimpers of loss.

I ate them like a starving man: tongue spearing deep into Madison while I scissored four fingers in Vivienne, then swapping, biting swollen folds, tugging with my teeth until they shrieked.

The grove was nothing but noise now:

Wet, rhythmic schlk-schlk-schlk of fingers pistoning The sharp slap of my palm against their clits on every brutal thrust Madison’s high, broken wails:

"I can’t—another one—coming again—!" Vivienne’s low, guttural growls: "Harder—make it hurt—make me squirt on your face—"

I pressed my face between them both, impossible and perfect, tongue lashing Madison’s clit while four fingers hammered Vivienne, then switching so fast their sounds blurred into one continuous, wet symphony.

I added my thumbs—one grinding Madison’s clit in tight, ruthless circles, the other mashing Vivienne’s until she was bucking like a wild thing.

Their voices cracked, rose, shattered:

Madison: "I’m gonna—gonna squirt so hard—listen—listen to it—"

Vivienne: "Do it—come with me—let him hear us break—"

I snarled against Madison’s cunt, voice muffled in wet flesh: "Come. Both of you. Now. Scream my name while your cunts soak me."

They detonated.

Madison first—a high, piercing "Yes—yes—fuck—!" as her pussy locked down and she squirted in violent arcs, splattering my chest, my neck, my chin—splurt-splurt-splurt—each pulse accompanied by a fresh scream.

Vivienne half a breath later, deeper, raw: "Take it—take every drop—!" Her cunt gushed in thick, heavy waves, drenching my arm to the elbow, the sound like someone pouring cream—shhhhhhhlurp—while her entire body convulsed.

I forced them through it, fingers never slowing, mouth never stopping, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of them until the only sounds were their hoarse, wrecked sobs and the endless wet squelching of over-sensitized cunts being used past endurance.

Only then did I pull back.

The grove stank of sex and crushed clover. Their thighs trembled violently, cunts still twitching, gaping slightly, slick everywhere—glistening trails down their asses, pooling beneath them.

Madison’s voice was barely a whisper, cracked and ruined: "I can still hear myself... dripping..."

Vivienne laughed, a broken, filthy sound: "Me too... God, we’re wrecked."

I leaned over them, licked a slow stripe up Madison’s belly through the mess, then Vivienne’s.

Tasted them both mixed together—thick, salty-sweet, perfect.

I pressed two dripping fingers against Madison’s lips. She sucked them clean with a grateful moan. Did the same to Vivienne—she bit down hard, then licked apologetically, whimpering.

"Good girls," I rasped, voice completely shredded. "But we’re nowhere near done."

I sat back on my heels, unzipped slowly, and let my cock spring free—angry red, veins throbbing, precome dripping in a long, steady string.

Their eyes locked on it instantly, hungry again already, twin gasps filling the air. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

She crawled forward until she straddled my hips, knees sinking into the crushed clover. I didn’t move to help her; I let her take the weight of what she was about to do.

She reached down with both hands (one to steady the base, one to spread herself) and lined that swollen crown up with her entrance. The head kissed her folds, nudged between them, and even that small contact made her gasp: a sharp, shaky inhale that trembled through her whole body.

"Fuck... it’s too big," she whimpered, but her hips kept sinking anyway.

Halfway down she stopped, breath sawing in and out, eyes wide and glassy.

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