My Scumbag System-Chapter 346: A Queen Must Be Taught Her Place, And The Lesson Begins On Her Knees

Chapter 346: A Queen Must Be Taught Her Place, And The Lesson Begins On Her Knees

The invisible bonds holding my wrists shattered like glass.

Natalia’s eyes went wide. Her concentration broke for just a second, shock bleeding through the lust.

That second was all I needed.

I grabbed her by the hair. Fisted that purple silk in my hand and held her in place while she was still swallowing my dick. Then I started moving.

Not letting her control the pace anymore. Not letting her think she was running this show.

I fucked her throat.

Hard. Fast. Using her mouth like exactly what it was: mine.

She made a startled sound, somewhere between a gag and a moan, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t try to fight back.

The Nectar sang between us. Her body wanted this. Craved it. The addiction she’d developed over two months of exposure meant her brain lit up like a Christmas tree every time she tasted me.

I pulled out just long enough for her to gasp for air, spit connecting her lips to my dick in thick strands, then I slammed back in.

Her hands came up to grip my thighs. Not pushing away. Just holding on while I used her.

"That’s right," I told her. "Take it. All of it."

She moaned around my length, the sound muffled and desperate.

The telekinetic enhancement was still there, still doing things to the inside of her throat that should have required a PhD in applied physics. But I was in charge now.

I thrust harder. Felt her throat constrict around me, felt the vibrations as she hummed and swallowed and worked her tongue against my shaft.

She was floating still. Her knees didn’t touch the ground. Her entire body hovered in midair, held aloft by nothing but her power while I gripped her hair and controlled her rhythm.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

Absolutely perfect.

I could feel the pressure building. Knew I was close. But I wasn’t done with her yet.

I pulled out completely. She whined at the loss, her lips chasing me, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Up," I ordered.

She blinked. Confusion flickered across her face.

I didn’t wait for comprehension.

I lifted her. One arm under her knees, one behind her back, and I carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing at all. Because with my current stats, she basically didn’t.

I dropped her onto the mattress. She bounced once, her shirt falling completely open now, revealing everything.

Her skin was flushed. Her nipples were hard peaks that practically begged for attention. Between her thighs, she was soaked, absolutely dripping onto my sheets.

"You wanted to clean me?" I asked.

She nodded, still breathless from the face-fucking.

"Then you’re going to take every drop and keep it inside until I say otherwise."

Understanding dawned. Her eyes went even wider.

I grabbed her ankles. Spread her legs. Positioned myself between them.

She was staring at my dick with something between worship and terror, her brain clearly doing the math on whether it would actually fit.

It would.

It always did, courtesy of Apollo’s terrible sense of humor and the One Size Fits All trait that had evolved into something far more sinister.

I lined up. Pressed the head against her entrance. Felt her body try to open for me, slick and ready despite the impossible geometry.

"Wait," she gasped. "Satori, you need to—"

I drove in.

All eleven inches. One brutal thrust.

Her scream could have woken the dead.

Her back arched so hard I thought her spine would snap. Her hands clawed at the sheets, tearing fabric. Ice erupted from her body in a shockwave that coated the walls in frost.

I bottomed out inside her. Felt her cervix kiss the head of my dick. Felt her walls rippling and convulsing around me, torn between trying to accommodate and trying to expel.

"Breathe," I told her.

She couldn’t. Her lungs had forgotten how.

I waited. Gave her exactly three seconds to adjust before I started moving.

The wet sounds were obscene. Every thrust made her body squelch, made her fluids leak around my length and soak into the sheets beneath us.

I set a pace that would have broken a normal girl.

Fast. Hard. Relentless.

Her body jerked with every impact. Her breasts bounced in rhythm. Her eyes rolled back again, pure white showing as the Nectar hit her system through the most direct route possible.

She was babbling now. Words that didn’t make sense, half in English and half in broken fragments of other languages.

"Yes yes yes oh god Satori please don’t stop I can’t I can’t I’m going to—"

I grabbed her leg. Pulled it straight up, changing the angle.

She came so hard her power exploded.

The windows shattered. Ice covered every surface in the room. Objects flew through the air like poltergeist activity, crashing into walls and ceiling and floor.

I didn’t stop.

Just kept pounding through her orgasm, making her take it while her body spasmed and shook and tried desperately to recover.

"You’re mine," I reminded her. "Not the other way around. Say it."

"Yours," she gasped. "Yours yours yours I’m yours oh god Satori I’m—"

She came again. Harder this time.

Her voice cut out completely. Just a silent scream, mouth open wide, every muscle locked.

I felt her walls clamp down on me like a vice. Felt the flutter and pulse as her body milked me, trying to drag out my own release.

Not yet.

I flipped her over. She went without resistance, boneless and pliant, her limbs rearranging themselves wherever I put them.

Face down. Ass up. The perfect position.

I grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise. Lined up again. Slammed home.

The new angle was deeper. I was hitting something that made her scream into the pillow, her voice muffled but still loud enough that the entire floor probably heard.

Let them.

Let everyone in Onyx House know exactly who their queen belonged to.

I set a pace that would have been criminal in most countries. My hips slapped against her ass with a rhythm that shook the bed frame. The headboard banged against the wall loud enough to compete with her muffled cries.

She tried to reach back, tried to touch me, but I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand.

Complete control.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. Could only take what I gave her while her body tried its best to survive the assault.

Her third orgasm hit without warning. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

I felt it in the way her walls contracted, the way her entire body went rigid, the way her power flared and extinguished like a dying star.

This time I followed.

I buried myself as deep as I could go and came inside her with enough force that she whimpered into the pillow.

Wave after wave. Filling her completely. The Nectar mixing with everything else, creating a cocktail of divine drug and physical sensation that would keep her hooked for days.

When I finally stopped, we were both shaking.

I pulled out slow. Watched as my release immediately started leaking from her, dripping down her thighs in thick strands.

She made a sound of protest. Tried to clench, tried to keep it all inside like I’d ordered.

Cute.

I flipped her onto her back. She looked up at me with dazed eyes, her face flushed and wet with tears she probably didn’t remember crying.

"Clean me," I said.

She understood immediately.

Natalia pulled herself up on trembling arms, crawled forward until her face was level with my dick, and started licking.

Slow. Thorough. Cleaning every inch with her tongue, tasting herself mixed with me mixed with the Nectar.

Her eyes fluttered closed. A soft moan escaped her lips.

Addicted didn’t even begin to cover it.

When she finished, she looked up at me with an expression of such complete submission that something in my chest twisted.

"Good girl," I told her.

She actually smiled. Small and genuine and devastating.

Then she collapsed sideways onto the bed, completely spent.

I lay down beside her. Pulled her against my chest despite the mess we’d both become. Her hair was a disaster. Her makeup was smeared beyond recognition. Hickeys were already forming on her throat.

She looked thoroughly used.

She looked perfect.

"I hate you," she mumbled into my shoulder.

"I know."

"You’re an asshole."

"Also true."

"You fucked Skylar."

I didn’t answer that one. Seemed safer.

Her hand found mine. Squeezed weakly.

"Do it again," she whispered. "Tomorrow. Or tonight. Whenever you can move. Just... do it again."

"Greedy."

"For you? Always."