My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 21: Can I Have You? [+18]

"Can... can I have you?"

Hazel muttered under heavy breaths, and a naughty smile bloomed on Damian’s face.

When the system told him his divine tarse produced divine semen that could get women hooked, he never really gave it much thought. However, seeing how three wives were willing to search the universe just to get some of this dick proved otherwise.

It left him wondering how much more addicted normal humans would become after having a taste of him.

"Go ahead."

Hazel’s smile mirrored his. She leaned forward, allowing her heavy breasts to rest on Damian’s neck while her lips found their way to his ears, nibbling at the edge.

Haaa!

A moan escaped Damian’s lips as he shut his eyes and left himself to Hazel’s mercy. Her scent was like a breath of fresh air. Her boobs felt like a pair of pillows. More importantly, every nibble was like a drop of water offered to a dying man, making his thirst more bearable.

The exhaustion he had struggled with throughout the day slowly faded with every second she spent on him. He felt Hazel’s tongue burrow deep into his ear, lashing left and right without restraint, yet following a noticeable rhythm.

"Haz..."

Damian’s speech became slurred as he grabbed her hair, attempting to pull her away, but his strength failed him. Louder gasps escaped his throat as she dug deeper, as if she were searching for crude oil.

Meanwhile, in his nether regions, he could feel the soaked demarcation between her pussy lips pressing against his rock-hard cock. He felt her juices ooze, coating him and flowing down the sides.

"I’ll start by helping you replenish your energy. Then we can get right back to training. We will continue that process all night, so by morning not only will you be a lot stronger, you will also feel refreshed. Is that alright with you?"

He did not refuse. Or agree.

He did not even speak.

Damian turned his head to meet her gaze, then pulled her face into his. Their lips interlocked, his tongue barging into her mouth like it owned the place and ravaging her insides. Their tongues intertwined, saliva flowing between them, the excess running down the corners of their lips.

He turned her over, taking the top position. She spread her legs apart in expectation of what would come next, but Damian had no plans of giving it to her yet.

With their hands interlocked like their lips, Damian’s waist began to move. His divine tarse rubbed against Hazel’s clitoris, causing her body to tense and her toes to curl.

Loud moans broke through their interlocked lips while her waist swayed and twisted, trying to alleviate the intense pleasure. But Damian’s waist followed her, predicting her every movement with almost telepathic accuracy.

She could struggle, but she could not break free.

’This is not enough!’

Damian was not satisfied. He wanted more of her. He wasn’t sure why but there was an insatiable hunger for his wife that he couldn’t explain.

He broke their kiss and immediately made his way down to heaven’s gate. Hazel noticed his intention and quickly tried to close her legs, but he held them apart with both hands and slowly leaned in to get a good look.

Hazel’s cat was smooth and perfectly shaved, except for the small patch of red hair just above the bulging clitoris. Her nether regions were completely soaked, all the way down to her thighs.

"Can I have a taste?"

He glanced at Hazel, but she had her hands over her face.

Slowly, she lowered them to meet his gaze and nodded timidly.

Aaaaaah!

Hazel yelled as Damian went straight for her clitoris in a heartbeat. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her back, greedily licking every nook and corner around it.

Quickly, Hazel grabbed the duvet, pulled it down, and bit into it hard. She knew what was bound to follow might be too much for her.

Damian’s tongue made its way to her clitoris, poking the tip. Hazel’s trembling body under his grip delighted him, so he doubled down. He would poke it, then give it a strong suck. The alternating sensations were meant to drive her crazy.

Each poke was firm enough to send a jolt through her body. Then he would encase her clitoris between his lips, pooling it in saliva while his tongue rubbed underneath.

It was torture, but the pleasurable kind. The kind she wanted to stop but could not bear even a second without. Her waist jerked left and right, but no matter where she moved, his head followed.

Hazel fought valiantly until she could not hold back the urge any longer. Her waist jerked up, and Damian quickly disengaged just in time for her squirt to jet forward like a spring.

With her feet planted on the floor, her waist remained lifted even after the intense release left her spasming uncontrollably.

"Now, this is the perfect position."

Damian licked his bottom lip and got on his knees. Grabbing Hazel’s plump butt cheeks to support her, he slid his dick into her cat.

Her eyes popped open in shock, but before she could speak, Damian had already started thrusting at full force. Each strike caused her vision to blur and her body to spasm. Her legs lost their strength and her waist collapsed, but Damian held her up almost effortlessly and kept pounding without pause.

Be it the warm wetness his cock enjoyed, the sight of her heaving breasts whipping left and right with each stroke, her muffled cries beneath the sheets, or her thick yet soft thighs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper with every thrust.

There was nothing he did not love about her.

"Kiss me..."

Hazel mumbled and pulled him in with her legs. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her lips against his, locking Damian in a joint embrace of both her hands and legs.

Like a spider that had captured her prey, she had no intention of letting go.