My All Powerful System

This and the Next 4 Chapters are all smut. Enjoy.

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Lynx watched the nod, small and tremulous, and felt something shift behind his ribs. Ava’s eyes were huge in the dim light, her white blouse rising and falling with each shallow breath.

She was trying so hard to look brave, to look like she belonged in this room, and the effort made her more beautiful than any confidence could have.

But Eira hasn’t started with him.

She closed the distance between them and dropped to her knees without ceremony, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as her hands found his belt.

The soft click of the fastening releasing echoed in the vast room, and Lynx felt his breath catch as she knelt before him, her dark eyes never leaving his face.

Eira’s fingers found the button of Lynx’s trousers with the practiced ease of someone who had done this a thousand times before.

The leather hissed through the loops, and then her fingers were on his underwear, tugging, insistent.

Lynx let her. His cock sprang free, already hard, glowing faintly in the dim room, a soft golden light that pulsed like a second heartbeat.

Eira’s breath caught when she saw it. She’d seen it before, but it never stopped affecting her. Her lips parted, and a soft, reverent sound escaped her throat.

”Fuck,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around the base. ”You’re even bigger than I remembered.”

Her tongue traced her lower lip, and then her hand wrapped around him, warm and sure, stroking once, twice, feeling the throb beneath the skin.

”You have no idea,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, ”what this does to me.”

Then her mouth was on him.

She leaned forward and took him into her mouth without hesitation. The heat of her mouth was immediate, overwhelming.

Her lips sealed around him, her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft as she took him deeper, inch by inch.

She knew exactly what she was doing, the way she hollowed her cheeks, the way her tongue curled and pressed, the way her hand worked the base in a rhythm that made his thighs tense.

Lynx let out a low groan, his hand finding the back of her head. She had skill. She knew how to work a cock like she’d studied it, like she’d spent years perfecting the art.

She was good. Experienced in a way that made his knees threaten to buckle. Her tongue flattened against the underside, dragging slow and wet from base to tip, and when she reached the crown she swirled it around the ridge before taking him deep.

Her throat opened for him, no hesitation, slight gag. She took all of him, her nose brushing his pelvis, and held there, breathing through it, her throat working around the head of his cock.

Lynx let his head fall back, a groan escaping through his teeth. The heat of her mouth was obscene, wet and tight and hungry.

She pulled off slowly, inch by inch, and the suction made a vulgar sound that echoed off the walls. She looked up at him, dark eyes glazed with lust, spit stringing from her lips to his shaft.

”You like that right?” she asked, her voice rough.

”You know I do.”

She smiled, then took him again, faster this time, her head bobbing with practiced rhythm.

Her hand worked the base, twisting on every upstroke, and her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently. She also felt pleasure from taking his cock deep in her mouth.

She moaned around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through him, and her thighs pressed together, squirming.

But it wasn’t enough. She was good, but she wasn’t going to make him come from just that. Lynx felt the familiar pressure building, a distant swell, but he held it back easily.

After his sex adventures. He’d learned control in ways most men never would. Instead of letting go, he reached down, tangled his fingers in her dark hair, and pulled her off him with a wet pop.

Eira gasped, a string of saliva still connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Her pupils were blown wide.

”My turn,” he said, voice hoarse.

He didn’t give her time to respond. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved her onto the bed, her body bouncing against the plush mattress.

She let out a surprised gasp, but there was excitement in it, anticipation. She landed on the edge of the massive bed, bounced once, and stared up at him with open hunger.

Her tight top had ridden up, showing a strip of tanned stomach. Lynx crawled over her, boxed her in with his arms, and lowered his mouth to her neck.

She shuddered, arching into him, and he dragged his lips down her throat, across her collarbone, her skin tasted like honey and something floral from her skin.

His hands found the hem of her top and pulled it up. Eira raised her arms, letting him strip it off, and then she was bare to the waist. Her breast were perfect, heavy, full and round, her nipples already hard and dark against her tanned skin.

He didn’t waste any time, then he lowered his head and took one of her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue circling the sensitive peak while his hand kneaded the other. His charm making her feel extreme pleasure with just his tongue sucking on her hard nipples.

Eira moaned, arching her back, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

”Yes~ fuck, yes~”

She cried out, her back bowing off the mattress.

He sucked hard, drawing the tight bud deep into his mouth, working it with his tongue while his hand kneaded her other breast and he felt the surge of pleasure that rolled through her. Her fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white.

”Lynx~” she gasped, her voice cracking.

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention, and her hips bucked against him.

She was already soaking wet, her thin pants soaked through, and he could smell her arousal, sharp and sweet.

He worked his way down her body, kissing a trail across her stomach, and she trembled with anticipation.

When he reached for her black laced panties, he didn’t bother pulling it down. He hooked his fingers and tore them off.

She gasped at the sound of fabric ripping, but she didn’t complain. She lifted her hips to help him, and then she was naked beneath him, her thighs falling open without shame. Her fresh pussy was slick, glistening with her soaking wetness.

Lynx settled between her legs, and she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.

The eye contact was electric. He held her gaze as he lowered his mouth to her, and she moaned before he even touched her.

Lynx mouth slid down her body, his tongue finding her soaking wet pussy, then his tongue found her clit and the moan became a scream.

He ate her like he was starving. He flattened his tongue against her, broad and hot, dragging up from her entrance to her clit, then circling it slowly before flicking it hard.

He didn’t hold back, licking her clit with raw, aggressive strokes.

Her thighs clamped around his head, and he grabbed her hips, holding her open, relentless.

He pushed two fingers inside her, curling them, finding her spot, and she shattered.

”Oh god~” she cried, her body clenching around his fingers. ”Lynx, Lynx, Lynx~”

Eira’s hips bucked violently, her vision blurring as the first of her many orgasms ripped through her. Her orgasm rolled through her like a wave. She screamed his name again, louder, her hips grinding against his face as she rode out the waves.

From the corner of the room, Ava watched, her breath hitching, her own hand sliding between her legs as she witnessed the raw carnage of pleasure.

Lynx didn’t stop. He kept his mouth on her, lapping up her slickness, and she came again, a second time, almost on top of the first, her legs shaking, her body convulsing.

”You came two times from just that,” Lynx grinned, his lips wet with her juices. ”I wonder how many times you’ll cum after I’m done with you.”

Eira couldn’t answer. Lynx pulled his fingers out, slick and glistening, and wiped them on the sheets.

Eira was panting, her chest heaving, her eyes half lidded. She looked drunk. He climbed up her body, his cock sliding through her wetness, and she moaned at the contact, her hips tilting up, begging. He did it again and again and again.

Eira couldn’t take it anymore.

”Please,” she whispered, her voice wrecked. ”Please, Lynx. Push it in.”

Lynx smirked. He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one slow, unbroken brutal thrust.