Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

The way her pupils blew wide the instant she saw his fully erect cock made Max grin in pure satisfaction. His fingers tightened in her hair, yanking hard enough to make her scalp burn with delicious heat.

Agnia tried to remember exactly how she had seen Rosalia lick his tip that night. She had never tasted a man before in her life. Now that raw heat had completely overpowered her common sense, she had no idea what to do next, despite all the filthy promises she had just made.

She stuck out her tongue without a single word. A thick, glossy layer of saliva coated it in wet surrender. She leaned forward desperately, aching to reach his heavy cock, the strong, musky aroma of it making her head spin in the most intoxicating way. But Max’s iron grip in her hair refused to give her even an inch.

"Slow," he ordered, voice deep and commanding, as if he already owned every part of her. "What are you rushing for?"

Agnia gulped hard. Her whole body shivered with desperate restraint, yet her pussy kept gaping and clenching around nothing. She couldn’t wait any longer. Each second of denial was pure torture, forcing even more hot arousal to leak down her inner thighs in shiny, steady trails.

"My king, I beg you~" she lifted her eyes from below, gazing up at him with a sultry, needy expression that was almost impossible to resist. Max had to admit it; right now he no longer cared about their ugly past. He just wanted to blow off all that built-up steam and use her like the perfect little tool she was offering to be.

"What if I let you?" he asked, voice low and rough. "This cock isn’t something just anybody gets to touch. One taste and you must submit to me forever. No matter what."

He pulled her closer by the hair, pressing the heavy, throbbing head of his cock firmly against her soft cheek. The warm, silky skin of her face yielded under the thick shaft as it left a shiny trail of precum across her flushed skin.

Her pupils blew wide as she locked onto it, heart hammering wildly at the thought of truly belonging to him.

Max grinned, dark satisfaction curling through his chest. He had noticed the same pattern with both Agnia and Rosalia. There was something almost animalistic in the way they reacted to power and rough treatment in bed, while craving care and gentleness outside of it. He wondered if that was simply how all dragon women were built.

He already had plans forming for Gertrud next, but right now his focus stayed locked on the desperate bitch kneeling in front of him. He was going to make her suffer just a little longer before he gave her any reward.

He didn’t fully understand why, but with Agnia he had unlocked something primal inside himself. Her constant begging and shameless slutty behavior had dragged an animal out of him.

One that wanted nothing more than to breed her until she couldn’t move, to treat her like a bitch in heat. It had created a strange new bond between them, something raw and twisted that the two of them had finally found in common.

Agnia’s breath hitched at his words. Her eyes stayed locked on his, wide and glassy, while her mind spun with desperate need. She didn’t even hesitate.

"Yes, my king..." she whispered, voice trembling with surrender. "I’ll submit to you forever. Just... please let me have it."

Max’s grin sharpened. He kept his grip tight in her hair, not letting her move even an inch closer.

Slowly, he dragged the heavy, leaking head of his cock across her cheek, leaving a shiny trail of precum that glistened on her flushed skin. Then he slapped it lightly against the other cheek, the soft fleshy sound barely audible in the tent. Agnia’s eyes never left his, wide and glassy with pure need, just like he demanded.

She stuck her tongue out even farther, trying to catch the thick shaft as it moved teasingly over her face. The strong, musky scent of him filled her nose and made her head spin harder.

Every slow drag of his cock across her lips left more sticky precum smeared over her mouth, and she whimpered softly, the sound barely above a whisper so the warriors outside would never hear.

"Mmm... my king..." she breathed, her voice shaking.

Max stayed silent. He simply rubbed the swollen head back and forth along her tongue, letting her taste the salty precum while refusing to let her close her lips around it.

Her pussy clenched hard again, another thick drop of her arousal sliding down her inner thigh and dripping onto the bedding beneath her knees. She was leaking so much now that a small wet spot had formed on the ground.

After a long minute of this torturous teasing, he finally let the cock head rest against her soft lower lip.

"Kiss it," he ordered quietly. "Show me how grateful you are."

Agnia pressed her plump lips to the tip in a slow, reverent kiss, then another, and another. Her tongue swirled gently around the head each time, licking up every drop of precum like it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.

She kept her eyes on his, never breaking contact, even as her body shook with frustration.

Max pulled back just enough to deny her again. He lifted his cock and dragged the heavy shaft across her face, forcing her to nuzzle and kiss every thick inch. She obeyed instantly, planting soft, wet kisses along the throbbing length while her tongue traced the pulsing veins.

When he lowered it further, she leaned down without hesitation and pressed her lips to his heavy balls, kissing and licking them slowly, her warm breath washing over the sensitive skin.

The wet, obscene sounds of her tongue and lips filled the small tent, but she kept every moan low.

Max watched her with dark hunger growing in his chest.

The way she worshipped him so desperately, tongue sliding slowly over his balls, face buried between his thighs, made that primal part of him roar louder.

He let her have the head again for just a few seconds, pushing the thick tip past her lips so she could suck gently on it. The wet heat of her mouth felt incredible, but he pulled out again before she could take more, leaving her gasping and chasing it with her tongue.

"Please..." she rasped, her voice cracking. "I’ll be better than her... better than Rosalia... I’ll be your perfect breeding bitch... just let me suck it properly... I’m losing my mind, my king..."

Her thighs trembled violently. More arousal dripped steadily from her gaping pussy. She looked completely broken, eyes wild with need, face shiny with her own saliva and his precum.

Max held her there for one final torturous second, his cock resting against her parted lips, the thick head nudging them open just a fraction.

"Open wide then," he said with a smirk. "Let’s see if you can earn the rest."