Awakening Domination System: But I'm a Slave?

"Fuck!"

The word exploded from him as wet heat engulfed his shaft.

Vanessia hummed in satisfaction, the vibration traveling through his member.

She didn’t tease, just took him deep immediately, her tongue working the underside while she sucked.

Alaric’s hand fisted in her hair, not directing, just holding on as pleasure crashed over him in waves.

She was skilled, clearly experienced, working him with confidence and enthusiasm.

Her head bobbed, taking him deeper with each stroke.

Saliva dripped down his shaft, making everything slick and obscene. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, mixed with Alaric’s ragged breathing and low groans.

"That mouth," he gasped. "Gods, Vanessia!"

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him with her hand while she caught her breath.

"You like that? Like my mouth on your cock?"

"Yes..." Alaric’s hips thrust up into her grip.

"Good." She licked a stripe up his length, maintaining eye contact. "Because I’m going to do this again. Later. After you’ve fucked me. I want to taste us together."

The dirty promise made Alaric’s cock pulse in her hand.

Vanessia smiled and took him back into her mouth, this time taking him so deep he felt the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and Alaric nearly came right then.

"Stop," he gritted out, tugging at her hair. "Stop or I’m going to finish."

Vanessia released him slowly, almost reluctantly. "Already? We’re just getting started."

"Exactly." Alaric pulled her up his body, flipping them again so he was on top. "My turn."

He kissed his way down her neck, pausing to suck at the junction where it met her shoulder.

Vanessia gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes, mark me," she encouraged breathlessly. "Let everyone know!"

Alaric bit down, not hard enough to truly hurt but enough to leave an impression. Vanessia cried out, her back arching. He soothed the mark with his tongue before moving lower.

His mouth found her breast, closing around one nipple and sucking firmly. Vanessia’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him there.

"Ahh! Yes, like that—!"

He lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and licking and occasionally biting gently until both nipples were hard peaks and Vanessia was writhing beneath him.

"Please," she finally gasped. "Lower. I need—Ang~"

"Need what?" Alaric asked against her skin, kissing down her stomach.

"Your mouth. Your fingers. Anything. Please, Azra!"

Her begging sent satisfaction through him.

He settled between her spread thighs, looking up at her. "Like this?"

He licked a stripe up her slit, tasting her for the first time.

She was soaked, the evidence of her arousal coating his tongue. Sweet and musky and purely her.

"Oh gods!" Vanessia’s hips jerked up. "Yes! Just like that!"

Alaric didn’t tease. He dove in, his tongue exploring her folds thoroughly. He found her clit and circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips.

Vanessia’s thighs clamped around his head, her hands fisting in his hair almost painfully. "Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!"

He didn’t. He worked her with single-minded focus, alternating between licking and sucking, occasionally dipping his tongue inside her to taste more of her essence.

His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for his assault.

"I’m... oh fuck, I’m going to..." Vanessia’s words dissolved into incoherent cries as her orgasm hit.

Her pussy clenched and pulsed against his tongue, flooding his mouth with her release.

Alaric worked her through it, gentling his movements as she became oversensitive. When her thighs finally relaxed their grip, he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Vanessia lay sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, a satisfied smile on her flushed face. "That was... good. Very good."

"Just good?" Alaric crawled back up her body, settling between her legs. The head of his thick rod brushed against her wet entrance, and they both shuddered.

"I can do better."

"Then do it," Vanessia challenged, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck me properly. Claim me. Make me scream."

Alaric captured her mouth in a deep kiss as he thrust home in one smooth motion.

"Ahhh!" Vanessia’s cry was muffled against his lips. Her nails raked down his back as he filled her completely.

Alaric groaned at the sensation.

She was tight and wet and perfect, her inner walls gripping him like a vice.

The aphrodisiac made every sensation more intense, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

He started moving, slow deep strokes that had Vanessia moaning beneath him.

"More," she demanded against his mouth. "Harder. Don’t hold back... remember?"

Alaric gripped her hips and obliged, picking up the pace. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mixed with their combined moans and gasps.

"Yes!" Vanessia cried. "Just like that! Harder!"

He pounded into her, each thrust driving her up the bed slightly. His hands were everywhere, gripping her hips for leverage, cupping her breasts, one hand closing around her throat not to choke but just to hold, to claim.

"Mine," he growled without thinking. "Right now, you’re mine."

"Yes!" Vanessia’s eyes blazed with triumph even as pleasure contorted her features.

"Yours! And you’re mine! My investment! My—ahhh!—my prize!"

She came again, her pussy clenching around him rhythmically. The sensation was too much.

Alaric thrust deep one more time and followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a groan.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

But the aphrodisiac was still working.

Alaric was still hard inside her. Still needing more.

"Again," Vanessia breathed, rolling her hips experimentally. "We’re not done. Not nearly done."

"Insatiable," Alaric muttered, but he was already moving again, drawing a moan from both of them.

"You did this to me," Vanessia said with a breathless laugh.

"This is your fault—oh!—your fault for being so—mmm—so attractive!"

They switched positions. Vanessia on top now, riding him with skill and enthusiasm. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Alaric couldn’t help but reach up to cup them, to play with her nipples.

"That’s it," she encouraged, grinding down on him. "Touch me. Show me how much you want this."

"Want you," Alaric corrected, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, guiding her movements. "Want this. Want to make you scream my name."

"Then make me," she challenged.

Alaric sat up suddenly, changing the angle. Vanessia cried out at the deeper penetration, her arms wrapping around his neck for balance. Like this, they were pressed chest to chest, faces inches apart, her riding him while he thrust up to meet her.

It was intimate and intense and absolutely perfect.

"Azra," she moaned against his lips. "Oh gods, Azra~"

"That’s it," he encouraged, one hand tangling in her hair. "Say my name. Let everyone in this estate hear who’s fucking you right now."

"You! You are!" Vanessia’s movements became erratic as another orgasm approached. "Azra! Azra, I’m~"

She shattered with a scream, her pussy milking him for everything he had. Alaric came again with a groan, spilling into her for the second time.

They stayed locked together for long moments, just breathing.

Finally, Vanessia slumped against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Good," she murmured. "So good."

Alaric felt himself hardening again inside her. The aphrodisiac wouldn’t let him rest until it burned itself out.

Vanessia smiled and pushed him back down onto the bed, settling on top of him. "I told you... we’re going to be here a while."

Much later—Alaric had lost count of how many times they’d come together—they finally collapsed in exhausted satisfaction.

Vanessia lay curled against his side, one leg thrown over his, her head on his chest. Her hair was a wild tangle.

Both of their bodies marked with small bites and bruises that would be visible for days.

Mission accomplished, she thought with drowsy satisfaction. Let those Academy bitches see these marks and know he’s mine.

"Vanessia," Alaric murmured, already half-asleep despite the early hour. The aphrodisiac had finally worn off, leaving him utterly drained.

"Mm?"

"You’re terrifying."

She smiled against his skin. "Good. That means you won’t forget who you belong to when those noble girls start circling."

He mumbled something, and then sleep claimed him completely.

Vanessia stayed awake a bit longer, tracing idle patterns on his chest. Tomorrow, Azra would leave for the Academy carrying her investment, her mark, and hopefully, his loyalty.

She’d done everything she could to secure him.

Now, it was up to him to prove he was worth it.