Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 93: Claiming the Daughter of Lust [1] (R18)

Chapter 93: Claiming the Daughter of Lust (R18)

Inside one of the lavish rooms of OpenYourPussy, Dominique stood before Noah.

He had dropped his illusion, revealing his true, devastatingly handsome self.

Dominique bit her lower lip, her body trembling with raw, unchecked desire. Every fiber of her being screamed to throw herself at him, to fuck him until neither of them could move.

"You want it that badly?" Noah murmured, a slow, teasing smirk curling on his lips.

He might look composed, but inside, his blood burned just as hot. freёnovelkiss.com

People often forgot — Noah might now be a Sovereign, an anomaly, a force beyond comprehension — but he was still once a young man from Earth. A young man who had devoured every kind of degenerate novel, every wild fantasy imaginable. Incest, master-servant, monster girls, mind control — he had read it all.

But survival had come first in this brutal world. Lust had been caged, chained under necessity.

Now?

Now he had power.

Now he was a god among men.

Now he could finally unleash.

Dominique sauntered forward, her every step an erotic dance. She stopped just an inch away from him, her hot breath fanning his face.

"Why are you acting so cool?" she whispered, voice dripping in pure, molten seduction. Her hands glided up his chest, fingers tracing every hard line of muscle. "I can feel it, you know. Your lust. Your hunger. Take me. Claim me."

Her voice was a living spell, sweet and corrupting.

Noah inhaled slowly, steadying himself with the limitless power coursing through his soul.

"Indeed, I want you too," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But, dear daughter of Lilith... I’m a possessive man."

Dominique’s eyes gleamed with surprise, then amusement. She grinned devilishly.

"So you know who I am, pretty boy."

"How could I not?" Noah replied, smirking right back. "Not everyone can make me burn like this."

She pressed even closer — their bodies practically fused together, the thin layer of their clothes the only barrier left.

"Then why hesitate?" she breathed. "You know how many beings would sell their souls to fuck the Daughter of Lust? And here you are, holding back..."

She wasn’t wrong.

Fucking any succubus was the fantasy of countless men.

But fucking Dominique — Lilith’s only daughter?

That was a wet dream beyond imagination.

Noah chuckled darkly.

"Like I said. Once I claim something... it’s mine. Forever. No one will ever touch it again."

Dominique tilted her head, a trace of confusion flickering across her face. "You want me to belong only to you?"

"Yes."

She laughed softly, a sound like silk sliding over bare skin.

"You fool," she whispered. "Do you know what it means to be a succubus? We’re creatures of endless lust. We can’t stop at just one man. No matter how good he is."

Her pink eyes locked onto his silver ones, burning with challenge.

"And no man has ever been enough."

Noah didn’t flinch.

Instead, he grabbed her — hard — pulling her into his arms and crushing her body against his.

"Then I’ll prove to you that I’m enough."

He kissed her — brutally, possessively, like a conqueror claiming his spoils.

Their tongues battled wildly, slurping, twisting, tasting.

Dominique gasped against him, but immediately fought back, their kiss growing rougher, dirtier.

Noah’s hands roamed her sinful body without hesitation — one hand sinking into the soft, perfect flesh of her ass, kneading it roughly. The other claimed her breast, molding it like he owned it.

Soft yelps of pleasure escaped Dominique’s lips as her body arched into his.

When they finally tore apart, both were panting, their eyes glazed with need.

Noah didn’t waste a second.

With a flick of his will, a pulse of nothingness rippled out — and in an instant, their clothes disintegrated into dust.

They stood naked, the heat between them almost tangible.

Dominique’s eyes widened — not at the loss of their clothes.

At him.

At his cock.

It was a monster.

Veiny, thick, and long — easily over eleven inches of pure, hard, pulsing meat, radiating a male aura so intense it made her knees wobble.

Her pussy gushed instantly, juice leaking down her thighs in rivers.

Her body trembled in awe, excitement, and primal hunger.

Blankly, like a woman hypnotized, Dominique reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft.

"It’s so... hot..." she breathed, her voice dazed.

Noah growled low in his throat and without warning, bent down and latched onto her breast — sucking, slurping, his tongue swirling around the stiff nipple.

"Ahhh—ohhh—!" Dominique moaned loudly, her head thrown back.

Her hands moved on their own, stroking his cock while his tongue ravaged her breasts, switching from one to the other, leaving wet trails across her pale skin.

His free hand slid down her trembling body, slipping between her legs, rubbing her drenched pussy desperately.

Noah didn’t slow down.

He slid one finger inside her.

Then two.

Three.

Four.

Dominique screamed — her body convulsing as she came explosively, juices splashing onto Noah’s hand and dripping to the floor.

She collapsed to her knees, gasping, her thighs soaked.

She whimpered pitifully, the proud succubus now nothing more than a soaked, trembling toy in his hands.

But Noah wasn’t done.

He grabbed her chin and lifted her gaze.

"What are you doing down there?" he said, his voice dark with lust. "Get up."

Dominique laughed breathlessly. Her eyes, once sharp and proud, were now glassy, submissive.

"We’re just getting started," she whispered.

She licked her lips and, without hesitation, leaned forward — taking the fat tip of his cock into her mouth.

Slowly at first — letting her tongue dance around the sensitive crown, swirling, teasing.

Noah groaned, his hips twitching forward.

"Arghh... that’s not enough... Take it all inside."

And without warning, he grabbed her head and shoved himself deep into her throat.

Dominique’s eyes flew wide, but she didn’t resist.

She let her tongue loll out, slurping greedily around his shaft even as her throat gagged and spasmed.

Noah gritted his teeth, thrusting in and out of her mouth savagely, using her throat like a fleshlight.

GGHH! GGH! GGH!

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

Tears streamed down Dominique’s cheeks. Her nails dug into his thighs.

But she kept sucking, licking, drooling over him — desperate, hungry.

Noah felt the pressure building.

And then—

"OH FUCK—!" he moaned, exploding inside her mouth.

Thick, hot cum flooded her throat. Dominique’s cheeks puffed out, her mouth overflowing — but she swallowed every drop, greedily, desperately.

Her body shuddered violently, orgasmic trembles wracking her frame.

For a succubus, Noah’s semen was no mere fluid.

It was power.

It was ecstasy.

She stayed on her knees, trembling, her mouth still open, her tongue still hanging out.

Her eyes glazed over even more, swimming in lust and euphoria.

Noah stood above her, his cock already throbbing hard again, glistening.

He smirked darkly.

"Ready for the main course?"

Dominique looked up at him, her whole body vibrating with need.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice hoarse, broken by pleasure. "Please..."

Noah chuckled.

"Beg for it."

Dominique didn’t hesitate.

On her knees, with her tongue still out and her eyes dazed with need, she said:

"I beg you, Master...

Fuck me.

Fuck me until I can’t tell right from wrong.

Fuck me until I’m only yours."

Noah’s smile widened.

"Get on the bed."

Instantly, she scrambled onto the bed, lying back, legs spread wide — her soaked pink pussy glistening, dripping, begging for him.

Noah’s cock throbbed at the sight, veins bulging.

"Fuck me," Dominique moaned again, her fingers spreading herself open.

Noah didn’t hesitate.

This time—

He plunged forward.

And the real war began.

—End of Chapter 93—