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Chapter 69: The Taste of Submission [R-18]
🕑 Added 2025-08-29 03:28:05 +0000 UTCOwen led Victoria to the private suite he was entitled to as the governor's guest. The atmosphere inside was luxurious and silent, befitting a place for the elite. A deep blue velvet sofa, a polished wooden table, and a thick wool rug all spoke of wealth, but to Victoria right now, it felt like a cold, suffocating prison cell.
The moment the heavy wooden door closed with a click that echoed in the silence like the bolt of a jail cell, she turned to face him. Her elegant facade shattered, revealing her true self. She stood with her arms crossed, staring at him with eyes blazing with hatred and humiliation.
"What do you want!?" she shrieked, trying to intimidate him with anger as she always did. "Money? Name your price! I can pay you anything you want!"
Owen didn't answer immediately. He walked unhurriedly to the small bar in the corner of the room and slowly poured some expensive brandy into a crystal glass. The sound of the amber liquid hitting the clear glass resonated in the silence. He swirled the glass gently, watching the beautiful liquid swirl inside before taking a sip... even though his tongue could taste nothing.
'A pity…' he thought coldly. 'Brandy this expensive must taste quite good.'
His indifferent and unhurried actions were a clear statement of who was in control. He turned to face her with a cold smile. "I don't want your money, Victoria."
He walked towards her slowly, each step heavy and firm, before stating his "request" directly.
"I want... to 'have fun with you' for seven full days... to compensate for the effort and time I had to waste on your pointless game."
Those words were like gasoline on a fire! Of course, she knew what "have fun" meant.
"How dare you! You perverted bastard!" Victoria screamed, losing control. "I'll tell Alex! He'll make sure you never see the light of day again!"
Owen simply held up the watch on his wrist for her to see again. Its black face coldly reflected her rage-contorted face. "You'll tell him? With this piece of evidence?" he said flatly. "With Alex's personality, never allowing anyone to tarnish his family's name... what do you think he would do to a wife who created such a shameful scandal? He might even 'divorce' you."
The word "divorce" was a sharp knife that struck Victoria's fatal weakness!
Her face went pale instantly. The thought of losing everything... social status, luxury, power... everything she had because of the "Ashford" name made her tremble with genuine fear.
She stared into Owen's cold eyes and saw only merciless emptiness. She knew instantly that this man... was not joking.
"Fine..." she forced the word out, clenching her teeth so hard the muscles in her jaw bulged. "...I'll do your disgusting request!"
But then, her gaze hardened again. It was a final attempt to preserve what little dignity she had left. "But listen carefully! Seven days! Not a second longer. And when it's over, you will delete all the evidence in front of me! If you break your promise... I swear I'll drag you to hell with me!"
Owen nodded calmly, as if her conditions meant nothing to him. "I always keep my promises... you don't have to worry."
With that, he slowly placed his hand on the zipper of his pants. His cold eyes never left hers, like a predator about to savor its prey.
Zzzzip…
The sound of the zipper being slowly undone echoed in the quiet room. It pierced Victoria's senses more sharply than a scream. Owen pulled out his massive, 12-inch cock, which was so hard it pointed right at her face. The heat and bulging veins on it looked formidable under the dim light of the room. The flared, crimson head was beaded with clear precum, a testament to the arousal he had been suppressing.
At the same time... he secretly used his Sire ability, silently releasing his Pheromones of Infatuation. It was an aura of lust that slowly spread through the air... waiting to seep into the body of the Awakened standing before him…
Victoria stood frozen, as if petrified. Her blue eyes widened, staring at the man's weapon in disbelief. It was so big, thick, and covered in formidable, bulging veins, completely different from Alex's, which was only half the size. The sight made her heart skip a beat, and a wave of heat washed over her abdomen uncontrollably.
But with her queenly pride, she quickly schooled her expression, feigning the utmost disgust. "How revolting!..." she murmured faintly.
Owen gave a smirk. He saw right through her shallow performance.
"Suck it."
He gave the command, his voice flat but as absolute as a judgment.
Victoria bit her lip in humiliation. She wanted to scream and destroy everything, but in the end, all she could do was slowly sink to her knees on the thick wool carpet... surrendering to a fate she could not choose.
She leaned forward hesitantly. His strong, masculine scent filled her nose, awakening a primal instinct she never knew she had. She opened her mouth slightly and stiffly placed her red-purple lipsticked lips over the large head. Her tongue touched the clear drop at the tip with disgust.
At first, she did it perfunctorily, using only her lips to suck gently, without any emotion. But as time passed... Owen's invisible pheromones began to seep into her Awakened body. It slowly melted away the walls of reason and dignity, replacing them with a violent, savage lust that was boiling up uncontrollably.
Her body began to betray her thoughts... Heat spread from her abdomen down between her legs. The feeling of disgust slowly turned into curiosity... and an inexplicable desire. She began to suck and lick his cock with more intention and diligence, without realizing it. Her hot, moist tongue expertly swept over the entire length, as if she had done it countless times before. She used both her mouth and tongue to arouse him without restraint.
Bob Bob Bob~
Slurp Slurp Slurp~
[Image: Victoria x Owen 1]
The wet, lewd sounds continued. The heat from her breath and her drenching saliva only made Owen's cock harder and hotter.
"Mmm Ssshh~"
Owen's low groan was like a reward that made Victoria even bolder. Her primal instincts took over completely. She became even more violent. The hand that had been clenched in anger now moved to grip the hot base of his cock and began to jerk it up and down quickly, in perfect sync with the rhythm of her mouth. Her pussy was now so wet that her love juice was seeping through her tiny panties, staining her expensive skirt in a dark patch... Her dignity... had been completely incinerated by the fire of her lust.
"Almost there... I'm going to cum..." Owen growled low. The hand that had been letting her work freely now moved up to weave into her long, golden-blonde hair, gathering it in his palm firmly, but not pulling violently. It was a declaration that he was in control of this final rhythm.
In his final moment of thought, he used his [Semen of Creation] ability to customize the taste to that of a fine grape wine... a special gift just for the queen kneeling before him.
"Aaaaaaaahhh!!!"
He roared at the top of his lungs, his hips spasming violently and thrusting forward automatically, slamming his cock into her throat one last time!
SPLOOOOOOGE! SPLOOGE~ SPLOOGE~
GUUUUUUSH!
A torrent of hot, customized semen shot into her mouth with an insane frenzy. At first, her instinct was to spit it out in disgust, but when her tongue touched its taste... Victoria's blue eyes widened in the utmost shock!
She had expected the natural, musky taste, but what touched her tongue was a luxurious sweetness she had never experienced in her life... It was sweet, sour, and complex, like a fine wine from Bordeaux that had been aged for decades, with faint notes of oak and dark fruit. It was delicious... so delicious it made her mind go completely white. And the volume was so massive she had to try her best to swallow as much of the warm liquid as she could.
The shock transformed into an insane craving in an instant!
She refused to waste a single drop, greedily swallowing every last bit down her throat. The sound of "Gulp~ Gulp~" echoed from her throat, unable to be suppressed. Then, she used her tongue to lick the stains from around her own lips until they were clean, before leaning down to service his still-erect cock again, gently. She slowly sucked and licked every drop of semen from the large shaft, as if it were a precious treasure she couldn't bear to lose.
Her body was now fully aroused. Her nipples, under the expensive golf dress, were hard, pressing prominently through the fabric. The humiliation had been completely replaced by desire... and she was ready for the next act.
When Owen saw Victoria kneeling, cleaning his cock with a look of fascination and a body ready for battle, he knew the performance was over, and the real "lesson" was about to begin.
He didn't wait…
Owen scooped up her full body from the floor, quick and merciless. Amidst Victoria's startled screams, he slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, walked straight to the king-sized bed covered in pristine white silk sheets, and threw her down so hard her body bounced slightly on the soft, expensive mattress.
"Aah! What the hell are you doing! You savage!"
Victoria yelled at him, but her voice trembled more with excitement than anger. The pheromones had taken complete control.
Owen ignored her insults. He climbed onto the bed with both knees, his weight sinking into the mattress around her, trapping her as if in a soft but inescapable quicksand. He flipped her over and arranged her into a new position with the complete control of a master. He pressed her back down, making her kneel face-down, her beautiful, rounded buttocks arched up to receive her punishment. Her beautiful, defiant face was buried in a soft pillow that smelled of expensive, clean fabric softener.
Her body cooperated fully... but her mouth still spewed insults. It was the last shred of dignity she was clinging to. "You bastard! Pervert! Let me go!"
Owen gave a satisfied smirk. He lifted her expensive golf skirt, revealing a pair of tiny, white lace panties, which were so wet they clung to her plump pussy. He used his fingertips to deliberately caress and grind the hard nub of her clit through the damp fabric.
"Ah! Aaaahhh!~"
Victoria's entire body trembled with a thrilling pleasure that shot through her. She instinctively arched her hips to meet his touch. The insults vanished, replaced by a ragged moan of unbearable pleasure. "D-don't tease me… you pervert! Ah! C-cock! I need your cock! Hurry... hurry up and put it in! You bastard!"
That command was what Owen had been waiting for.
RRRIP!
He tore her panties apart without a care and aimed his large, hot cock at the tight, twitching slit that was waiting for him, before slamming it in all the way in one go!
SHLURP~ THWACK!
"Araaaaanngggghhhhh!!!"
Victoria shrieked at the top of her lungs as the hot piece of flesh pierced her slit to the hilt. The flared head slammed against her cervix so hard a dull ache shot through her entire abdomen. It was both painful and blissful, a sensation she had never felt before.
Owen didn't let her catch her breath. He began to move his hips, ramming his cock in and out of her pussy with a violent, savage intensity. Every thrust was filled with a power and desire to brand her with his ownership. He gripped her trembling hips firmly, controlling the rhythm as he pleased. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed through the once-quiet bedroom in a savage rhythm.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Owen's thrusts continued, relentless and merciless. He was branding his ownership into every particle of her body. With the pheromones in full effect, the queen's dignity had been completely incinerated, leaving only the primal instinct of a woman who craved a violent touch.
Owen used one arm to wrap around her elegant neck, pulling her face up from the drool-soaked pillow. His other hand slipped under her expensive golf shirt, squeezing and kneading her full, soft breasts hard and playfully. He ground her hardened nipples until she shrieked with a feeling that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
[Image: Victoria x Owen 2]
[Image: Victoria x Owen 3]
"Aah! D-don't squeeze so hard!" she protested, but her body arched to meet his touch betrayingly.
"Why not?" Owen whispered hoarsely next to her ear, his hips still pounding without pause. "Whose breasts are these?"
"Th-they're mine!" she retorted instinctively, stubbornly.
"Wrong," he growled, slamming his cock in deeper than before, making her cry out. "They're mine… All of this is mine!"
He quickened his pace, faster and more violent, ravaging her body from behind until her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and drool seeped from the corner of her mouth with an indescribable bliss.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! H-harder! Harder! Please!... Fuck this slut's pussy hard! Araaaaannggggh!~"
Hearing her shameless plea, Owen smirked. But instead of satisfying her, he suddenly stopped moving and pulled his hot cock out of her body completely.
"Ah!?"
Victoria cried out, confused and frustrated. The pleasure that was about to reach its peak was violently snatched away, leaving her in agony. Her empty pussy throbbed with longing.
"Wh-why did you stop!?" She whipped her head around to look at him, her eyes filled with desire and confusion.
Owen didn't answer. Instead, he quickly flipped her onto her back, pressing her down into the expensive silk sheets. He straddled her, his strong body like an iron cage. His two hands pinned her wrists to the bed above her head. Now… they were face to face.
"Look at me," he ordered flatly.
Victoria stared deep into those cold eyes and saw only absolute power.
"I'll ask again... Whose body is this?"
"..." She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer.
"Answer me!" he barked, deliberately grinding his still-hard lower body against her wet mound. The friction made Victoria writhe in agony.
"Y-yours!" she finally surrendered. "This body is yours!"
"Very good," Owen smiled with satisfaction. "And since it's mine... I can do whatever I want with it... right?"
He slowly lowered his face, crushing his lips against her waiting, parted ones, a deep and violent kiss. It wasn't a sweet kiss, but a kiss of possession. He thrust his tongue into her mouth wantonly, chasing and sucking her tongue as if trying to draw out her very soul, while his lower body continued to grind against her, tormenting her.
When he broke the kiss, Victoria was panting heavily, her mind white. She had no strength left to resist, only an overwhelming desire.
Owen released her wrists and easily lifted both her legs, slinging them over his shoulders, arranging her into a wide, defenseless position. He aimed his large cock at the wet entrance again and slowly pushed it in... so slowly it was agonizing.
"Aah… Mmm…"
Victoria moaned sweetly. She could see every movement, see the massive member slowly disappearing into her body, bit by bit. It was a sight that was both humiliating and aroused her primal desires to their absolute limit.
When he was all the way in, Owen began to move again. But this time, it wasn't the savage rhythm from before, but a slow, deep, and heavy one. Every thrust ground against her g-spot, making her entire body tremble. He stared at her face, contorted with bliss, the entire time, as if to carve this image of victory into his memory.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The moment of lust flowed to its climax. Owen let out a final roar like a lion. He slammed his cock into her squeezing pussy with a focused, deep intensity until the crimson head broke through her open cervix and entered her womb!
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Araaaaanngggghhhhhhhhh!!!"
Their cries of bliss sounded together like the final song of lust.
SPLOOOOOOGE! SPLOOGE SPLOOGE~
GUUUUUUSH!
Twitch Twitch Twitch~
Owen's body convulsed violently, shooting a torrent of hot semen into her womb until it was full. The heat spread through her abdomen as if lava were flowing inside her. At the same time, Victoria screamed and came so hard her body spasmed, her love juice gushing out and staining the white sheets in a wide circle.
The two lay panting on the bed, their naked bodies pressed together, twitching lightly in rhythm. Owen slowly pulled his slightly softened cock from her body before rolling onto his side, gathering her limp body into his arms.
Victoria buried her face in a pillow soaked with drool and tears of bliss. She had never felt so happy and fulfilled in her life... The feeling of being completely possessed... the loss of all the identity and dignity she had carried... was this what she had been longing for all along without realizing it?
She began to think to herself, confused... Maybe this seven-day deal... wasn't such a terrible punishment after all... Maybe... it was the best reward of her life…
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