Chapter 33: Chapter 33- Veronica’s Hunger

Veronica’s protests were muffled around his shaft as he pushed her head down, forcing more of his length past her lips.

Her hands flew up to his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his jeans as she tried to brace herself.

But her body was ’melting’.

Whatever pheromones he was leaking—whatever ’magic’ this was—it was overwhelming every rational thought she had.

Her tongue moved automatically, swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the salt and musk and something ’more’ that made her pussy clench harder.

“’Mmmmph’… ’nngh’…”

She could feel drool starting to leak from the corners of her mouth as he pushed her head down further, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Her body was on ’fire’, every nerve screaming for more even as her mind tried desperately to regain control.

Raven’s grip on her hair tightened, his other hand coming up to cup the side of her face almost tenderly.

“I like women like you,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. “Idiots go after virgins thinking they will feel anything, but the real treasure is women like you… arrogant hidden sluts.”

“Hmnngh…”

Veronica was on her knees, her expensive dress pooling around her like a dark stain on the Persian rug. Her mouth was full, stretched to its limit around Raven’s thick shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head in a rhythm dictated by his hand gripping her hair.

Slurp. Schlick. Gawk.

The wet, sloppy sounds of suction filled the room, punctuated by her muffled whimpers.

Raven leaned back on the leather sofa, watching her with cold, predatory eyes. His hips bucked slightly, meeting her thrusts, driving the swollen head of his cock past her gag reflex.

“Mmph… Ghhhk…”

Veronica’s eyes were watering, mascara threatening to run as she choked down his length. Her tongue swirled frantically around the sensitive ridge of his glans, desperate to please him, desperate to survive the overwhelming heat flooding her veins.

Raven’s free hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her.

“So,” he said, his voice deceptively casual over the sound of her sloppy ministrations. “You picked Elena yourself. Why her?”

Veronica pulled back just enough to breathe, a string of saliva connecting her red lips to his glistening tip. She gasped, her chest heaving, heavy breasts straining against her blouse.

“Her mother…” she panted, her voice rough. “We were… friends. Before she died.”

She licked the underside of his shaft, her tongue dragging along the prominent vein there.

“After the funeral… I used my influence. Destroyed her father’s company. Put him in so much debt he had no choice.” She looked up at him, eyes hazy with lust but sharp with triumph. “Elena has no leverage. I control her. Which means I control who my son marries. I control the future.”

Raven let out a low, dark chuckle. He shoved his hips forward, forcing his cock back into her mouth with a wet squelch.

“You really are a greedy woman, Veronica.”

“Mmph!”

“But you’ve got a sharp tongue,” he murmured, his thumb moving to stroke the side of her throat. “Use it.”

He tightened his grip on her hair and thrust.

“Ghhhk!”

Veronica’s eyes rolled back as the thick, flared head of his cock battered her uvula and slid straight down her esophagus.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Her throat bulged visibly, the shape of his cock pressing out against the skin of her neck as he claimed her completely.

Her hands clawed uselessly at his thighs, her nails digging into the denim. Her body convulsed, fighting the intrusion, but the pleasure was agonizingly intense. Her pussy was a waterfall, soaking her panties, dripping down her inner thighs.

Raven watched the bulge in her throat slide up and down as he began to fuck her face in earnest.

Thwack. Slurp. Gulk.

He pulled out almost all the way, letting the cool air hit his slick shaft, before slamming back in to the hilt.

“That’s it,” he growled, feeling the tightness of her throat milking him. “Take it all, you greedy bitch.”

Veronica’s face was flushed a deep, mottled red. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the saliva coating her chin. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, inhaling his musk with every desperate gasp for air.

She felt like she was drowning. Drowning in him.

And god, she loved it.

Her body felt electrocuted, every nerve ending firing at once. The humiliation, the dominance, the sheer physical fullness of him inside her throat—it was better than any power trip she’d ever had in the boardroom.

Raven’s hips stuttered. His breathing hitched.

“Open up,” he commanded.

He grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth wider, and drove deep one final time.

“Mmmmmmph!!!”

Veronica’s whole body stiffened.

She felt the pulse before the flood.

Spurt.

A thick, hot jet of cum hit the back of her stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely.

Spurt. Spurt.

Raven unloaded into her, gallons of thick, potent incubus seed pumping directly into her belly.

She tried to swallow, tried to accommodate the flow, but it was too much. It filled her stomach, then her throat, backing up until her mouth was full of the warm, salty fluid.

He held her there, grinding his hips against her face as he emptied himself completely, marking her from the inside out.

Finally, with a long exhale, Raven pulled out.

Pop.

The sound was obscene.

Veronica collapsed forward, coughing and hacking.

“Cough! Hack! Haaah… haaah…”

Thick white ropes of cum dripped from her lips, pooling on the expensive carpet. Her nose was running, her face a mess of tears and fluids. She fell onto her side, her thick body trembling uncontrollably on the floor.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.

Her brain was fried. The rush of his cum entering her system was like a drug—a potent, magical aphrodisiac that made her limbs feel heavy and her core burn with satisfied heat.

Raven stood up slowly, tucking his semi-soft cock back into his pants and zipping up.

He looked down at her with cold amusement. The powerful political manipulator, the woman who controlled the city from the shadows, reduced to a shivering, cum-drunk mess on her own study floor.

“Tch,” he scoffed. “Acting all mighty and now look at you. On the floor like a dog.”

Veronica looked up at him through hazy eyes, her lips moving but no sound coming out.

“I’ll visit next time to fuck your ass,” Raven promised, his voice low and threatening. “Make sure to have your son and husband at home. I want an audience.”

And then—

Snap.

He vanished.

One second he was towering over her, a dark god of lust and power. The next, the space was empty.

Veronica blinked, staring at the spot where he’d been.

She lay there in the silence, the taste of him still coating her tongue, his seed heavy and warm in her stomach.

She should have felt despair. Terror. Violating shame.

But as the tremors in her body slowly subsided, a smile crept onto her cum-stained lips.

She saw the light.

The way he had vanished… it wasn’t a trick. It was power. Real, tangible power that transcended money or politics or influence.

Her vision began to dim, the overwhelming orgasm finally dragging her into unconsciousness.

“I need that power…” she whispered into the empty room, her eyelids fluttering shut.

“No… HIM… I want…”

Zzz-zz…

Veronica’s head hit the carpet, and she drifted into the darkness, a twisted expression on her face that indicated ambition slowly vanished into silence.

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