Transmigrated with my corruption system

"N-no, that’s not..." Tara muttered, but the rest of her words trailed off as a sharp squeal parted from her lips.

Her eyes widened as she felt his length tear deep into her ass in one savage thrust.

Her body went stiff, her thighs clamping tightly together before quivering violently as she tried to spring free despite her wobbly legs.

Ulric held her firmly in place, his voice low against her ear.

"Hold still."

She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. At first, there had been a sharp pain. But as time passed, it slowly eased, replaced by a strange unnatural pleasure.

Feeling his hands wrap around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, Tara nodded slowly, her eyes fluttering wildly.

She tried to come to terms with the new sensation of fullness. But before she could, Ulric’s gaze swept across the room, landing on Amelia.

A faint smile spread across his face as he beckoned to her. Previously frozen in place, her eyes had been drawn to how he had dominated Aelira and the rest.

With every passing second, the warmth pooling between her thighs became unbearable, fluids dripping freely to the floor.

And now, as his gaze fell on her, her breath hitched slightly.

Did he want her now? But... her thoughts trailed as her eyes shifted to Tara, whose face held a mix of expressions. He wasn’t done with her yet.

Suppressing these thoughts, Amelia stepped forward, her eyes narrowing slightly as her breath grew heavier.

"W-what..." she tried to speak as she neared him, but Ulric cut her off, his voice following immediately.

"On your knees."

Without a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed, causing the smile on his face to widen.

Then slowly, his grip on Tara’s waist eased, letting her slip to the ground as his cock slid out of her.

She fell into an obscene position, her face pressed to the ground while her hips remained raised, her ass twitching faintly as she whimpered between breaths.

Amelia’s eyes lingered on Tara for a moment before Ulric stepped forward, drawing her attention back to him as he stared into her eyes.

He could see the desire burning within them, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

Without a word, her mouth slowly opened as she watched his length hover before her face.

Nodding slightly, he pressed the tip against her lips, watching as they sealed around it, kissing it gently.

Then she took him slowly into her mouth, her warm tongue wrapping around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. A groan escaped him.

That only seemed to embolden her. Her eyes grew more spirited as she moved on her own, taking more of him in while tasting Tara’s lingering essence.

Lowering his hands, he gently grasped her head, stroking her silky hair. A few seconds passed like that before his grip tightened.

Without warning, he thrust deep into her, forcing himself into her throat as a visible bulge formed.

Her head jerked back in reflex, but he held her firmly in place. Saliva trailed down her jaw, tears welling in her eyes.

Only after a few moments did he withdraw, allowing her to breathe. As his cock slipped free, she fell back slightly, gasping for air, her chest rising rapidly.

But as she lifted her head again, he plunged back into her throat, this time moving more steadily, his pace gradually increasing.

Now more prepared, her hands wrapped tightly around his thighs, her gaze lifting to meet his as he drove into her again and again.

She could feel him throbbing, close to release, and only held tighter. She wanted it, wanted him to fill her again. Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed his grip tighten as his movements grew more relentless.

Then, with one final motion, he pushed as deep as he could. And broke. His cock throbbed as he released, filling her mouth while holding her in place, watching her throat move as she swallowed.

Only after the last drop did he let go.

As he withdrew, she smiled faintly, dazed, her face messy with tears and saliva.

Without his support, she collapsed to the ground.

His gaze shifted back to Tara as he stepped forward, hovering over her once more, his length pressing against her.

This time, it was slick with Amelia’s saliva.

As he pushed back inside her, soft, broken moans slipped from Tara’s lips as she felt him enter her again.

He eased in fully, drawing a low grunt from himself. Tight. Too tight. But it didn’t matter.

He began moving again, gripping her waist as he mounted her, driving into her repeatedly.

The sound of his balls slapping against her filled the chamber. Time lost meaning as his movements grew relentless, pounding into her with savage intensity as she whimpered helplessly beneath him.

Until desire overtook him completely.

His body tensed as he released again, filling her as his movements slowed, but didn’t stop.

Even then, he continued, pushing her until she collapsed fully beneath him.

Notifications flickered before his eyes, but he dismissed them all. The moments that followed blurred together as he moved on to Amelia, claiming her collapsed form.

Then finally, Lyra. Their hands locked as he pulled her close, his length sinking into her as their bodies pressed together, soft moans mixing with each thrust, his crimson gaze locked onto hers.

When he finally released inside her, he moved to withdraw, but Lyra clung to him, begging him to stay. He wanted to refuse, but his body betrayed him.

Exhaustion crashed into him. He could go long without rest. But this time, he had pushed too far.

Unable to fight it any longer, his eyes closed as he pulled Lyra into his embrace, sinking into darkness with a faint smile on his lips.

When he woke, his strength would rise explosively with the massive reserve of corruption points he had gathered.

And then—Tempest would witness the rise of a new overlord.