Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1040: Hidden in the Stable (r-18)

She certainly came, and I consumed it all amidst her loud moans of pleasure.

Finally, her thighs relaxed enough for me to lift my head. I glanced up at her, my face slick with her essence, my lips swollen from our intimacy, and offered a slow, contented smile.

"That's my girl," I whispered against her still-quivering core, planting one last gentle kiss on her clit. "You're so lovely when you climax for me... and the way you keep clenching around me... damn, I could remain like this forever."

Madison's chest heaved, her eyes, flecked with gold, clouded with raw, undisguised desire. Before I could even sit up, she surged forward with unbridled urgency. Her hands seized my shirt, yanking it off my head in a single swift movement, her fingers trembling with need as she flung it away.

She didn't halt there—her hands descended to my erection with impatient tugs. My arousal intensified, leaking with precum, its head already glistening. Madison’s gaze fixed upon it with utter, shameless avarice.

“Now,” she choked out, her voice raspy and pleading. “I need you inside me… please, Peter. I’ve missed this feeling of you filling me so much.”

She reached down, encompassing my throbbing shaft with both hands, stroking me once, twice, with fervent hunger before guiding my engorged head directly towards her moist core.

I placed my hands on the manger’s edges, flanking her hips, and leaned over her. My thick cockhead pressed against her slick opening, nestling between her puffy, glistening outer lips. I paused, not yet entering.

Instead, I deliberately drew the broad head up and down her slit, allowing its heavy crown to shamelessly part her wet folds. Her inner lips parted around the thick head, clinging with slick tenacity as I played with her, spreading her escalating arousal.

Madison let out a whimpering cry, a sound of desperate need. “Peter… oh fuck…”

I positioned the swollen head directly over her sensitive clit, grinding in slow, firm circles, letting its smooth, slick surface rub against the engorged nub.

She gasped sharply, then moaned again, deeper and more desperate this time, her hips involuntarily arching upwards.

“Peter… please… I can’t endure it any longer…”

Then, I finally granted her what she craved, but only with the head initially.

I pushed forward, allowing the thick, swollen crown to slowly penetrate her tight entrance. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the substantial head, parting beautifully as I sank just the tip into her scorching, quivering heat.

I held it there briefly, letting her register the stretch, before drawing the head almost entirely out again, leaving merely the tip kissing her entrance.

I repeated this motion—slowly reinserting the thick head, feeling her slick inner walls grip and pull at the wide crown, then withdrawing it with a wet, suggestive sound.

Each shallow thrust elicited louder, more helpless moans from Madison.

“Ahh—” Peter… please…” she whined, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and pleasure. “It’s so thick… I can feel the entire head stretching me… don’t toy with me like this…”

However, I disregarded her pleas, maintaining a slow, agonizingly torturous rhythm. I pumped only the thick head in and out of her slick pussy, allowing her to experience every ridge of the flared crown as her folds clung to it with desperate intensity.

Between each deliberate, shallow thrust, I massaged the slick, moist head firmly over her swollen clit while two of my fingers circled the sensitive nub with consistent pressure.

Her moans escalated, becoming more broken with every teasing movement.

“Fuck—yes… right there…” she whimpered when the head brushed against her clit. Then, as I pushed the thick crown back within her, she released a long, desperate sigh.

“Oh god… it feels like it’s splitting me…”

I could restrain myself no longer.

Gripping her hips tightly, I drove forward in one slow, measured, devastating motion.

My heavy cock sank deep into her core, stretching her walls wide until I reached the bottom, delivering the perfect fit for her pussy, while the thick head pressed firmly against her deepest internal confines.

The wet, steamy sound of her pussy embracing every thick inch echoed through the stable.

Madison’s head fell back with a loud, broken cry. “Oh my god… yes… you’re so damn deep…”

I remained buried to the hilt for a sustained moment, relishing the sensation of her cunt clenching and fluttering around my thickness, as if unwilling to ever let go. The heat radiating from her was incredible, her slick, wet core pulsed around me.

I could discern every subtle ridge within her, every desperate clench as she adjusted to being completely filled.

Then, I began to move.

Initially, the rhythm was slow. Deep, undulating thrusts that drew my cock almost entirely out before sliding back in to the base with sensual, deliberate force.

With each stroke, her pussy lips clung to my shaft, stretching and sucking wetly.

The manger groaned beneath her as I entered her with long, deliberate strokes, allowing her to feel the full extent of my thickness stretching her anew, my head kissing her cervix with each profound grind.

Her moans transformed into a raw, guttural sound. "Fuck... Peter... you feel incredible... go... deeper... please..."

I lowered my head, pressing my lips to hers in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together as I maintained that slow, deep rhythm, though I increased my cock’s size and hardness, making the thrusts more intense.

I began thrusting slowly yet powerfully, each stroke more profound than the last.

Her hands released the manger, encircling my neck as she pulled me closer, her legs clamping tightly around my waist.

The hay shifted and rustled beneath her as I drove into her relentlessly, the wet slapping sounds of skin against skin mingling with the gentle noises of the stable.

Yet, I craved more.

I withdrew completely for a brief moment, eliciting a soft whine of protest from her, before lifting her from the edge of the manger.

She was remarkably light in my arms.

Reorienting her, I **bent** her over the broad wooden edge, her clothed breasts pressing against the hay-covered surface, her rear elevated perfectly for me. With my hands, I **spread** her cheeks apart and slid back inside her with a single, **potent thrust**, burying myself deep from behind, nearly lifting her entirely but maintaining a firm hold.

This altered angle allowed me to penetrate even deeper. I began thrusting **harder**, long, rapid strokes that slammed the head of my cock against her cervix with every movement. Her intimate parts produced loud, wet, squelching noises around my shaft as I entered her, her fluids slicking my balls and trailing down her thighs.

**"Harder..."** she implored, her voice raspy and laced with fervent desire. "Please... fuck me with more force... I need it to be so deep..."

I obliged her request precisely.

My hips drove forward with increased speed, the sound of my pelvis meeting hers echoing throughout the stable. Reaching around, I located her clitoris once more, applying firm pressure in circular motions while continuing to pound into her from behind with deep, intense thrusts.

Her moans became desperate, broken cries that resonated against the wooden walls.

Somewhere in the background, Nyxire snorted, but our world had narrowed to just us. Nothing else mattered.

I continued this intense pace for several minutes—swift, deep thrusts that caused her intimate muscles to grip me like a clamp. Then, I eased into a slower tempo, grinding deep and steady, stirring her very core with my cock as I kissed along her spine, whispering assurances of how perfect she felt and how much I cherished being buried so deeply within her.

Madison’s legs began to tremble. "I'm nearing my peak again... Peter... don't cease..."

I withdrew, spun her around, and sat upon the manger’s wide edge, drawing her onto my lap. She eagerly straddled me, sinking down onto my cock in one voracious motion until I was fully engorged within her once more.

This time, she was perceived to be in command—or so she believed. She began riding me with desperate hunger, her hips rolling in wide, uninhibited circles, grinding her sensitive nub against my pelvis with every peak of her movement.

Her heavy breasts swayed before my face. I reached out, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking intensely while my hands gripped her ass, encouraging her rhythm. The wet sounds of her body sliding against my thick cock were both scandalous and exquisite.

"Fuck... yes... precisely like this..." she moaned, riding me with increased intensity, her voice ascending in pitch and urgency. "You are so deep... I feel you within my very core..."

I thrust upwards to meet her motion, driving into her from below as she slammed down. The manger creaked loudly under our combined effort. Her fluids were everywhere—coating my cock and balls, dripping down onto the hay below.

I could sense her approaching climax again, her inner walls beginning to quiver and constrict.

With a sudden shift, I flipped us, laying her back onto the manger and positioning her legs over my shoulders. I proceeded to penetrate her deeply and forcefully in this new arrangement, the angle allowing precise contact with her most sensitive area with each powerful thrust. Her moans escalated into loud, unashamed cries.

"I'm reaching my climax... Peter... I'm climaxing again—"