Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 905

Chapter 905: Clit and Fold Devotion (r-18)

The aftershocks were still rippling through them — Margaret’s thighs twitching every few seconds, Patricia’s chest still heaving like she’d run a marathon — but I wasn’t finished. Not even close.

The Lust Presence rolled off me in thick waves now, making their clits throb visibly even without a single touch. Their inner folds glistened, swollen, begging for worship. The Taboo Aura hummed louder together with my oldest aura, turning every nerve ending into a live wire.

These weren’t just my women anymore — they were my corrupted queens, trembling on the edge of total surrender waiting for me to fuck them, and give them my Divine Seed... impregnate them.

I slid back down between their spread legs, eyes locked on the obscene sight before me. Margaret first. I used both thumbs to gently part her outer lips — slow, reverent — exposing the slick, glistening inner folds like unfolding the petals of a drenched flower.

They were dark rose, puffy, fluttering with every heartbeat.

This was my second time with her now... unlike Patricia and my other women... yet it felt like she’s been mine since Miami and in a way she has. And it only took so long to finally have her completely and then right after our first, she was asking to carry my child.

Scary... scary shit... really divine though and sacred.

Her clit stood proud at the top — engorged, shiny, peeking fully from its hood like it had been waiting hours for my mouth. A fresh bead of her arousal welled up right at her entrance and slid down the delicate inner folds in a slow, shiny trail.

I leaned in and breathed on it first — just hot air — watching her clit jump and her inner lips twitch. Margaret whimpered, high and broken.

"Peter... please... it’s too sensitive—" But her hips lifted anyway, offering herself like a sacrifice.

I weird thought settled in my mind but I didn’t dare go with it...

I just leaned and started with the inner folds. My tongue flat and soft, I licked slowly up one side, tracing every delicate ridge and valley, tasting the thick, creamy slick that had pooled there. I dragged the tip along the other fold, slower, letting her feel every millimeter.

She moaned — long, guttural —

"Ohhh fuuuck... your tongue—" her voice cracking as I dipped just inside the entrance, scooping more of her out and spreading it over the sensitive inner skin.

Then I sealed my lips around her clit. Not sucking hard this time — gentle, pulsing suction, like I was nursing on the most precious thing in the world. My tongue flicked the underside in tiny, rapid strokes while my thumbs kept her folds spread wide, holding her open for me.

Margaret’s hands flew to my hair again, but this time she wasn’t pulling — she was holding on for dear life. "Ah—ah—right there—my clit—god your mouth—"

Her moans turned into desperate little sobs, hips rolling in tiny circles, smearing her slick all over my lips and chin. I could feel her clit pulsing against my tongue — actual rhythmic throbs, swelling even bigger with every heartbeat.

I switched to long, slow licks directly over the head of her clit — broad, wet strokes that made her entire body jerk. Then back to the inner folds, tongue fucking between them, dipping inside her entrance and dragging upward to swirl around her clit again and again.

She was dripping constantly now — every lick produced a fresh gush that ran down over her asshole and soaked the sheets. "I’m— I’m gonna— again—" she gasped, voice thin and frantic.

Her inner thighs were quivering violently, muscles jumping under the skin.

I sucked her clit back into my mouth — firmer now — and hummed.

Margaret came with a shattered scream — "Fuuuuck— Peter— my clit— I’m coming—" — her whole pussy spasming against my face. Her inner folds fluttered wildly, clit jumping and pulsing under my tongue as fresh, hot squirt sprayed against my chin in short, forceful bursts.

I lifted my head, face drenched, lips swollen, and turned to Patricia. She was watching with wide, glassy eyes — one hand between her own legs, fingers lazily circling her own clit like she couldn’t help it.

"My turn?" she whispered, voice small and hopeful and filthy all at once.

I was getting more and more surprised at how innocent and soft she was, it reminded me of our first time. Though the last time Patricia and I fucked w she was with Janet and Priya and her fire of then did not much how submissive she is now.

So... instead of my mouth, I gave her something better for her submissiveness. I crawled up slightly, gripped my cock at the base — thick, heavy, veins standing out, head glistening with precum — and slapped it once against her soaked mound.

The wet smack made her jolt and moan.

"Oh—fuck—"

I dragged the swollen head slowly up and down her inner folds — spreading them open with the broad, blunt crown, letting her feel every ridge and vein sliding through her slick. I circled her clit with the head — slow, teasing presses, rubbing the sensitive underside right against her swollen nub.

"Yes—your cock—on my clit—please—" she cried, high and desperate. Her hands reached down, spreading her own inner folds wider for me, holding herself open like an offering.

I rubbed harder — sliding the entire length of my shaft between her inner lips, letting the thick shaft grind against her clit while the head nudged her entrance on every upward stroke. Her slick coated me instantly — shiny, obscene strings stretching between us every time I pulled back.

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