Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs Chapter 1057: Without Touch (r-18)

His reaction was entirely expected.

The mere act of entering her residence, of drawing near and listening, had shattered the two years of stagnant emptiness within her as if they had never existed. Within the span of a brief introduction and her initial glance at him, her body vividly recalled the sensation of burning — for anyone, after such a prolonged absence, leaving her wet and intensely alive.

For the very first time, she had desired someone to press her against the wall the moment the door closed, and

Regrettably, it turned out to be her daughter's boyfriend… but wasn't that particular bridge utterly incinerated?

With deliberate, unhurried grace, Eros withdrew from the kiss. He allowed his forehead to rest against hers for a single, then two heartbeats, before gently pulling away. A subtle, knowing smile graced his lips as he rose and returned to the armchair opposite her, re-establishing the coffee table as a barrier between them.

She remained seated on the couch, her lips still slightly open and glistening from their shared moisture, her chest heaving with palpable intensity.

Her fingers, trembling, hovered in the air where his jaw had been moments before.

"We shall proceed without any physical contact," he stated softly, his voice a low, warm rumble laden with a dark, seductive promise.

Her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment, the flush on her chest rapidly transforming into a hot, rosy blush that cascaded across the voluptuous upper curves of her breasts. "Without… touching me? But you just—"

He offered a calm, patient nod. "Ashley will return momentarily. It would be most improper if we progressed beyond that single kiss… should she walk in and discover us."

Understanding dawned with a gulp as she envisioned the mortifying scenario of their thighs pressed together on the couch, the thin, navy fabric of her lounge pants clinging damply to her slick skin, a conspicuous wet patch already darkening the crotch.

"Without a touch?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and raw, gnawing desire. "How will—how are you going to—"

Eros merely smiled.

Then, he leaned back expansively in the armchair, one ankle crossed casually over the opposite knee, and let his gaze wash over her like a cascade of molten heat.

The atmosphere around her instantly grew heavy, charged with an palpable electric tension.

Her eyes snapped wide open.

A raw, shocked gasp escaped her throat as the first powerful wave surged through her.

It felt precisely as if a hot,

Invisible fingers caressed her full, heavy breasts through the smooth silk, thumbs tracing circles around her hardened nipples before pinching them firmly, expertly rolling the aching peaks between strong fingers. She felt the phantom sensation of a tongue flicking across one throbbing nipple, then the next, drawing them deeply into a ravenous mouth, teeth grazing just enough to elicit a soft cry.

she moaned, her back arching dramatically off the couch… every fiber of her being, or at least what remained of it, yearned to question his methods, but instead her hips jerked forward autonomously as another surge washed over her, reaching her inner thighs, her long-neglected cunt clenching fiercely against empty air.

Between her thighs, the sensations intensified, becoming utterly merciless.

Strong hands gripped her inner thighs, spreading them wide. A hot, wet tongue trailed slowly up the slick length of her vulva, parting her swollen, weeping folds and circling her engorged clitoris with precise, devastating pressure.

Then came the sensation of a tongue plunging deep within her, thick, insistent, stroking her with long, deep movements while invisible lips sealed around her swollen clitoris, sucking with fierce intensity. Pleasure erupted through her in brilliant waves, propelling her into a state of pure, weightless euphoria as her pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably, creamy arousal gushing forth in hot little spurts that further darkened the navy fabric.

Her legs parted wider, knees trembling uncontrollably. The navy lounge pants were thoroughly saturated, a dark, unmistakable wet patch spreading between her thighs as her vulva clenched and leaked fresh, thick lubrication with every phantom thrust.

The sodden material clung transparently to her flesh, outlining every swollen fold and the sensitive nub of her clitoris.

"Oh, my god…" Her voice dissolved into a broken, lascivious moan. Her hips rolled desperately, grinding against the air, pleasuring herself on the invisible mouth as her head fell back against the cushions, strands of honey-blonde hair sticking to her sweat-slicked cheeks.

He intensified the sensation.

Now, she felt two thick

A hand slid beneath her buttocks, cupping one full, soft cheek and lifting her hips higher, opening her even further. The pleasure was beyond overwhelming — pure liquid fire flooded her veins, elevating her higher and higher into shimmering, orgasmic galaxies where only endless, mind-shattering ecstasy existed.

On the couch she now lay, utterly devoid of shame or restraint. Her head was thrown back, plump breasts heaving with each desperate wriggle of her hips. The silk blouse, riding up, revealed the soft, quivering expanse of her stomach.

Her bare feet pressed into the cushion, toes curled tightly as her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Another intense surge overwhelmed her.

She felt the firm pressure of fingers against her wet core. They moved with agonizing slowness, up and down her slick arousal, coating themselves before pushing inward—gradually stretching her until she felt impossibly filled. Her inner walls fluttered, gripping the deep invasion.

This sensation, however, stemmed not from any physical entry, but from his mastery of his Pheromones ability.

Ecstasy exploded within her like a thousand supernovas. She was adrift in a celestial expanse, spinning, every powerful pulse striking a nerve with perfect precision.

A piercing moan escaped her throat as her cunt clenched, gripping the phantom sensation. It began to fuck her, deep, brutal strokes creating wet, decadent sounds against her saturated folds.

She gasped, voice raw and broken. Her hands moved to her own breasts, clutching the heavy, bouncing flesh through the silk. She pinched and twisted her own nipples, the overwhelming sensation both too much and not nearly enough.

Her hips writhed off the couch, shamelessly riding the phantom cock as her head thrashed from side to side.

Eros observed her every moment from the armchair, an image of stillness and absolute control. He could feel the wetness of her pussy, each desperate clench, tasting her sweetness on his tongue.

He intensified the experience further.

The tongue against her clit vibrated. Fingers pinched and twisted her nipples.

A second phantom mouth sealed around her other breast, drawing deep with greedy pulls.

She cried out, a shattered scream.

Her entire body convulsed—her back arched like a taut bow, thighs clamping together then flying open again. Her drenched cunt gushed forth a fresh torrent of hot slick onto the couch cushion beneath her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream that finally broke into a long, sobbing moan of pure bliss as she plunged headfirst into wave after wave of glittering, soul-shattering release.

Her pussy pulsed violently, as if milking an unseen cock, creamy arousal squirting in hot bursts that soaked the navy fabric, rendering it transparent against her swollen, throbbing lips.

But he did not cease.

The sensations continued, carrying her through the climax and propelling her toward another building wave.

She whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure escaping the corners of her eyes, her generous, pillowy breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

"I... can't—oh fuck, I’m going to come again—"

He cranked the pleasure up to a full, merciless torrent.

Her second orgasm struck with even greater force than the first. She shrieked, her body convulsing on the couch, hips bucking in helpless rhythm as her cunt spasmed and gushed anew, soaking her lounge pants until they were utterly ruined.

Fresh rivers of slick streamed down her inner thighs. The thick, sweet scent of her dripping pussy had become heavy in the air between them.

She was soaring through celestial realms of pure sensual ecstasy, every cell alight with glittering, soul-shaking bliss.

She collapsed back against the cushions, chest heaving, legs trembling uncontrollably. Tears traced paths down her flushed cheeks, her full breasts rising and falling with the exhausted, satisfied cadence of her breath.

Eros finally eased the intensity, letting the sensations subside to a gentle, soothing hum—just enough to keep her suspended in soft, lingering aftershocks. A languid tongue now traced slow, comforting strokes across her hypersensitive clit.

She gazed at him across the room, her eyes glassy and dark with desire, lips parted, breathing raggedly.

"I... I just came twice," she whispered in disbelief, her voice hoarse and broken. "Without you even touching me... How?"

Eros offered a slow, satisfied smile.

"And we still have a few minutes before they get home," he stated softly. "So, tell me... how do you feel now?"

A shaky, broken laugh escaped her, quickly morphing into another soft, needy moan as a final aftershock coursed through her slick cunt, causing her thighs to twitch.

"Alive," she breathed, her legs still trembling, her pussy still fluttering with residual tremors. "I feel... alive."

Her eyes—hungry, awakened, and utterly captivated—remained locked on his, as if she never wished to look away again.

"I want more... I want you to—"