Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1013: Too Big for the Room (r-18)

The kiss within the hallway mellowed like flames simmering to glowing coals amid the delights shared with my ladies—still flickering warmly, simply no longer ravaging all in their path to endure.

Luna's tender hold on my shirt eased, her fingers unfurling gradually, as I eased back slightly to lean my forehead to hers, noses brushing, inhaling the same breath in a hushed bubble pilfered from the chaos beyond.

Ah, what an intense sensation, syncing with the cadence of your beloved's breath.

"Hi," she murmured, her voice hoarse, faint, and curved in a smile as if encountering me anew... yet deeper, it recalled how we might pause the world and recommence in serene intimacy.

"Hi." I echoed, mirroring her vibe and purpose.

She fiddled with her glasses, donned lately from her increased hours alongside ARIA and Anastasia in the hidden lab, preparing for our planned medical venture—and they sat skewed across her face, nudged aside from pressing into my chest.

Rather than her effort, I lifted both hands to align them gently, deliberately, as though bestowing a regal crown over mere lenses.

She dissolved into softness purely from my nearness, without cause otherwise. I witnessed it unfold: strain fleeing her shoulders, the barriers she'd reformed amid our separation and hallway tension vanishing before my eyes, until she tiptoed upward to claim my lips with a kiss bearing teeth.

Her lower lip grazed mine with scorching, worshipful tenderness, then her tongue delved profoundly into my mouth, slick and voracious, intertwining with mine through urgent, frantic, ravenous swirls.

Her dainty hands bunched the fabric at my shirt's front, steadying for her bold move, before hauling me nearer with a commanding pull I hadn't suspected in her, all while retreating to steer us unseeingly toward the changing room entrance, lips sealed, lids lowered.

Such moments were scarce when my nurse seized command.

My back struck the doorframe, whereupon I whirled us swiftly to counter her lead, trapping her to the timber with my form.

A keen gasp burst into my mouth as her back collided with the unyielding panel.

Her arms clamped my neck as she climbed me—sturdy legs coiling my hips, ankles cinching firmly at my lower back, her blazing center rubbing insistently over my abdomen beneath our attire.

Her dripping pussy's fierce warmth scorched through as I bore her past the threshold, one palm clutching her plush thigh meat while the other forced the door sealed in our wake.

It latched with a click.

Only us.

I lowered her onto the bench, her rear plushly embedding, yet I refused to retreat.

Rather, I pressed in amid her splayed thighs, seizing them to part them broader for my snug fit between, panting roughly, eyes locked on her glazed gaze, the crimson tide spilling down her throat, and how her plump, weighty breasts surged beneath her flimsy top, tips already peaking taut and shadowed as chilly air teased the tender crests.

They firmed in plain sight, swelling to stiff, yearning nubs pulsing with each throb, brazenly straining the material.

"It's been too long, my sweet nurse," I uttered, tone gravelly and fractured. "Since I've savored you this way. I've been unraveling, Luna; I ache for these uncommon instances...just you and me. I need you to grasp that truth. Each day absent you erodes my sanity a touch, and my reserves are dwindling fast."

Her laugh emerged damp, mellow, and eased, fingertips gliding along my jaw's edge.

"You have other women for that, when I'm not around you." she replied, devoid of envy, merely a soft jest.

"I do. And I love them. And

"But I've stretched myself too far, Luna. You sense it. I sense it. You're not alone—Janet, Victoria, Anya, Ortega... especially those three, it's overdue since I've claimed any solo, truly immersed, no crowds, no orgies, no divisions. Solely me and her. Precisely as with you now."

My thumb caressed her knuckles.

"And at this instant, you're before me, and I've yearned for you intensely; I require you to recognize its authenticity. That's my foolish heart warning I've slighted the woman from my inaugural coffee outing, the one who shattered my taste for tranquility."

Her gaze misted over those steamed lenses. Her lip quivered briefly before teeth pinned it. I saw her resist the tenderness invading—Luna no longer wept readily from feelings, yet this surge overwhelmed the space.

"We all miss you, Pete. For the record you’ve never neglected us... you fuck us all, spend hours with us, talk to us when we’re together... it’s just that sometimes we miss being just you and selfishly alone. Not as the whole harem." she murmured softly.

Luna's fingers slipped swiftly between our pressed bodies, unzipping me in a flash and freeing my thick, pulsing cock.

Her soft, warm hand encircled my heavy length, squeezing tight as she delivered a single, languid stroke from root to crown, tracing each throbbing vein.

"You had me alone not too long ago," she breathed huskily into my ear, her tone husky and dripping with raw desire, "but I still miss this cock dominating just me — stretching my tight little cunt open, ruining me and molding me further for your cock, pounding me deep until I’m creaming and screaming only for you.

A chuckle escaped me at her words.

"But nope, Peter... you’ve never neglected me and I am never hungry! You give me so much."

Suddenly, her teeth clamped onto the side of my neck with a fierce, claiming bite that drew a deep groan from my lips.

She lingered there briefly, then trailed her slick tongue teasingly over the new mark, lapping and sucking away the sharp ache while her fist worked my cock faster—firm, spiraling strokes, her thumb smearing glossy pre-cum across the bloated tip.

Her naked breasts mashed firmly against my chest, stiff nipples scraping roughly with every twist of her grip.

Even through her pants, the blazing heat from her pussy ground boldly against my thigh, the cloth already soaking as she pumped me quicker, more ravenously, craving to make me swell and drip even harder just for her.

A primal growl rumbled deep in my throat, raw and beastly, and my hands dove instantly under the edge of her shirt. Rather than shredding it away, I allowed my palms to roam her curves beneath the fabric.