NTR: Choice Based System

Chapter 132: Tasted Forbidden Fruit

Kneeling reverently before the Empress, he delicately traced the contour of her lower lip with his thumb. His touch, gentle yet assertive, ignited a spark within her. With a deliberate movement, he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her folds.

As his tongue danced across her sensitive skin, the potent solution began to take effect. Her intimate parts awakened to a newfound sensation. A low moan escaped her lips,

"AAAAHHAAAA"

"AAAAHAHHAAAAA"

"AAAHAAA"

"This is divine,"

she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

To heighten the experience, he began to tease her with playful flicks of his tongue, sending shivers of delight down her spine. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that consumed her entire being. Her body arched involuntarily, her mind surrendering to the intoxicating bliss.

The solution, a carefully crafted elixir, coursed through her veins, igniting a fiery passion within her. Her senses were heightened, her inhibitions shattered. Each touch, each taste, drove her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Within moments, she reached her zenith, her body twitching with pleasure. Her cries filled the room, a testament to the intensity of her climax. As her body slowly returned to earth, she gasped for breath, her voice thick with desire.

The Empress, Her body was overwhelmed by a surge of pleasure that coursed through her, starting from her lower lips and spreading to every corner of her being. The intensity of the sensation was so profound that she felt her mind slipping away.

The solution, applied to her lower lips, generated a fiery heat and electric current within her body. Her mind, clouded by desire, She was reduced to a Who*e in heat before him.

It took less than a couple of minutes for her to reach her climax, her body convulsing as she drenched his face. Gasping for breath, she managed to utter, "What an amazing... thing this is. I just can't help..." but was interrupted by another powerful orgasm.

The Prime Minister, seeking to weaken her resistance, aimed to push her to the brink of exhaustion.

Amidst the waves of pleasure, she momentarily forgot to inquire about the potential negative consequences of the strange solution.

The Prime Minister had hinted at its dual nature, a tool for both salvation and downfall. However, in the throes of ecstasy, she overlooked the darker side of the equation.

He deliberately concealed a key ingredient: human blood, extracted directly from a heart. This potent addition amplified the solution's intensity, heightening the Empress's desire and making her more susceptible to his control.

As the effects of the solution began to wear off, the Empress, weak and spent, lay in his arms. A lingering warmth still pulsed through her veins, a constant reminder of the intense pleasure and the power it had given him over her.

A strange feeling began to creep into her mind, her mind thought about the skill he wielded, a power that had allowed him to induce multiple climaxes with mere tongue.

The Prime Minister, sensing her growing unease, leaned in, his voice low and seductive. "Your Highness, would you like me to employ more than just my tongue?" he whispered. "I can assure you; the sensations will be far more intense than anything you've experienced before." Stay connected through M V L

The Empress, her mind clouded by the aftermath of the ordeal, could only nod in agreement. She was trapped in a web of her own desires, a prisoner of the Prime Minister's dark scheme.

The Prime Minister dipped two fingers into the strange liquid, applying it to her nipples and clitoris. He then used his fingers to stimulate her lower lips, intensifying the sensation.

"SSSLUUUUUCCHHHH"

He inserted two fingers into her, feeling her wet interior. As he moved his fingers rhythmically, his other hand played with her nipples, squeezing them to intensify her moans.

"AAHAAAA"

"AHA"

"AAAAAAAAAAA"

The Empress's body arched involuntarily as the combined sensations reached a fever pitch. Her moans grew louder, a desperate plea for release. The Prime Minister, sensing her nearness, increased the pace of his movements.

With a final, shuddering climax, the Empress's body went limp. She was spent, utterly drained of energy. The Prime Minister, however, was far from finished. He continued to stimulate her, prolonging the aftershocks of pleasure.

As the effects of the solution began to wear off, a sense of dread settled over the Empress. She realized the extent of her vulnerability, the power of the solution. Yet, a part of her still craved the intense pleasure it could provide.

The Prime Minister rose, his movements deliberate as he shed his clothes. A strange, unfamiliar sensation stirred within her.

She knew what was coming, a knowledge that both excited and terrified her. A strange silence fell between them, a silence filled with unspoken desires.

For some reason, she couldn't speak, as if she wanted the moment to stretch out, to savour the anticipation.

A forbidden thought crept into her mind, a thought so audacious that it made her shiver. "What would it be like to take his massive, pulsating dragon inside while applying the solution?" The mere contemplation of the act sent a thrill of desire through her body, a desire so intense that it made her tremble.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil, the Prime Minister dipped his fingers into the solution, a viscous liquid that shimmered in the dim light. With a practiced hand, he applied the solution to his big erected dragon.

Then, with a knowing smirk, he turned his attention to her, trailing his fingers along her lower lip. As he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, he whispered, "Your Highness, prepare yourself for the most intense pleasure you've ever known." the gentle caress sending shivers down her spine.

She knew this moment would be unforgivable, a transgression she couldn't undo. He leaned closer, his intent clear. His dragon, swollen and eager, hovered at the entrance of her lower lips.

A shiver ran through her as she felt his touch, the anticipation almost unbearable. With a gentle but firm push, he entered her, the sensation intense forcing her to roll her eyes in pleasure.

her eyes rolled back as he goes deeper, his movements rhythmic and purposeful. She fought to maintain her composure, to cling to a semblance of rationality, but as the oil began to work its magic, her body betrayed her.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, overwhelming her senses. She climaxed, an early release that left her breathless and spent.

The Prime Minister, sensing her surrender, intensified his rhythm. His movements were deliberate, each thrust a testament to his control. Her body, once tense and resistant, now yielded to his will. She was a vessel, a conduit for his pleasure.

As the minutes passed, their bodies moved as one. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, a symphony of moans and gasps. She was lost in the moment, her senses heightened, her inhibitions shattered. The oil, a potent elixir, worked its magic, amplifying every sensation.

The Prime Minister, his eyes locked on hers, saw the ecstasy in her gaze. He knew he had complete control, that he could push her to the brink and beyond. With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, a release so intense that it shook his very being.

As the afterglow settled over them, she lay there, breathless and content. The initial shock of the encounter had faded, replaced by a sense of peace and fulfilment.

She had crossed a line; a line she had never thought she would cross. But in that moment, she had also discovered a new side of herself, a side that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The Prime Minister, ever the strategist, knew that this moment could be a turning point in their relationship. He could use it to his advantage, to corrupt emperor through her. But for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow, to savour the victory.

As he dressed, he turned to her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "We shall meet again, Your Highness, his highness will be back in a month's time, till then you'll need me" he said, his voice low and seductive.

She nodded, her heart pounding. She knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be many more encounters, each more intense than the last. She was both excited and apprehensive, but she couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown.

As he left, she was left alone with her thoughts. She replayed the events of the past few hours, trying to make sense of it all. She was an Empress of the Monarch of this land, a ruler of a great nation, yet she had willingly submitted to the desires of a man other than her husband. It was a paradox, a contradiction that defied logic.

But as she lay there, lost in thought, she couldn't help but smile. She had experienced something extraordinary, something that would forever change her. She had tasted forbidden fruit, and she knew that she would crave it again and again.