My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 3: Subdued With Pleasure[18+]

Hazel rose gracefully to her feet, gently pulling Damian up with her. Once they were both standing, she casually waved her hand. The curtains rolled shut, sealing off the glass wall and plunging the room into thick darkness.

"It’s alright. Just follow my voice."

Her melodic whisper echoed inside Damian’s mind as her hands loosely clasped his. Together, they moved through the darkened room until she guided him to the bed and gently urged him to sit.

"From henceforth, you need not worry about minor troubles like this. Just call on me and I will help satisfy your cravings."

Hazel leaned close and whispered into his ear. Her tongue then traced its outer rim, slowly exploring every delicate curve. She began at the base and worked her way upward with unhurried precision. Damian’s chest rose sharply, his breath catching as gasps and low moans slipped past his lips. Instinctively, he reached for her, but his hands met only empty air, and he fell back onto the mattress with a soft thud.

"Patience, my lord. The liquor of intimacy is not some cheap wine meant to be swallowed in one gulp."

"Take a sip. Understand the depth of its flavor. Savor it. Relish its intoxication. And when the high begins to fade, take the next sip."

Pa! Pa!

Damian’s red electric lantern flickered on, bathing the room in a deep crimson glow and revealing a breathtaking figure clad in nothing but a simple red thong and bra, her hair tied neatly into a bun. Her slim frame accentuated her round yet perky breasts, which stood firm despite their fullness. Her thin waist flowed into thick, curving hips, and below that, the sculpted, carved shape of her most intimate place.

’God, tell me this is real.’

Damian rubbed his eyes repeatedly, yet the vision before him did not fade. The woman in lingerie remained. Seeing the hunger in his stare, Hazel’s lips curved into a teasing smile.

"I’m happy my lord is pleased with what he sees. If you wish, I can make a few adjustments to satisfy your fantasies," she giggled.

"You are my fantasy!" Damian blurted without thought.

For a brief moment, Hazel froze. Her eyes widened and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. It took her a second to recover, and when she did, her gaze softened warmly upon her new lord. Without hesitation, she lowered herself onto her knees before him, prompting Damian to sit upright.

He watched in silence as she unbuckled his belt, sliding it free and tossing it aside before unzipping his pants.

Fuu!

His six inch rapier sprang forth boldly, drawing a small chuckle from Hazel’s lips.

Aaah!

The sound pierced Damian’s pride. He could not fault her. Whatever he possessed in length, the heavens had seemingly deducted from its width. Six inches long, but scarcely two in girth. It had been his greatest insecurity his entire life.

"Forgive me, my lord, but I cannot begin if you intend to tease me this way."

Aaaaahh!

Despair washed over him so intensely he almost imagined hurling himself through the glass wall and plunging from the twelfth floor. Hazel’s amusement faded when she saw the anguish in his expression, and realization dawned.

"Do you not know you can manipulate the size and shape of your divine tarse?"

’Divine what?’

Her words cut through his self pity. Though momentarily distracted by the strange term she used, he steadied himself and met her gaze.

"You mean I can make my thing bigger if I want?" Doubt colored his voice.

Hazel nodded firmly.

"You are the personification of lust. A being whose very existence is fueled by immorality. How could you not have complete control over your greatest weapon?"

He almost dismissed her claim outright, but the seriousness in her eyes halted him. He had died and returned. She had torn open space to reach him. Was it truly so absurd to believe he could alter his own body?

With that thought, he focused inward, staring at himself and forming a single command.

’For a goddess like this, ten inches in length and six in width should be the bare minimum.’

In response to his will, his body expanded, lengthening and thickening before his stunned eyes. In that moment, the last of his denial shattered.

’I’m really the Sin of Lust.’

Gawk!

His revelation was cut short as warmth enveloped the sensitive tip. Hazel’s lips closed over the crown, her tongue flicking across the slit, weaving together pain and pleasure in a maddening blend. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Ooooh... wait..."

His protest was weak and breathless. Strength drained from him as he fell back onto the bed, fists gripping the sheets while his toes curled tightly.

"I’m... I’m the man here... I... I shouldn’t... aaah... I shouldn’t be the one moaning..."

He struggled to speak between broken gasps, but Hazel remained focused. The tip had flushed deep red from relentless teasing, yet she did not release him. Instead, her lips tightened, her tongue circling before she began to suck with intent.

Haaaaaaaaaaa!

Damian drew in a sharp breath as an overwhelming sensation surged through him, as if something essential were being drawn from his very core. His hips bucked involuntarily, but Hazel restrained him with effortless control, her free hand stroking him in rhythm.

He clenched his teeth, holding his breath, twisting and kicking until resistance shattered.

Splash!

A heavy release, built over three months of frustration and denial, spilled forth, and Hazel welcomed it eagerly.

She withdrew just enough to gather everything before swallowing in one smooth motion. Even then, she did not fully relent, continuing until not a single trace remained. Only then did she slowly lift her head, a mischievous smile playing upon her lips.

Her gaze drifted to Damian’s trembling form, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hand slid downward once more, tracing every vein until it reached his swollen sac.

Grasping both firmly, she felt him shudder beneath her touch, her smile widening.

"Don’t worry, my dear husband. I won’t stop until there is nothing left in there."

Her lips curved with promise.