landbeastnovel Chapter 585 - 584- Sleeping Booty Wanting some Poundings
Chapter 585 - 584- Sleeping Booty Wanting some Poundings
The unconscious sounds of a woman being fucked in her sleep — soft, broken, completely unguarded. Her body twitched with each impact, her heavy tits swaying under her blouse, her thick thighs shifting on the mattress.Viktor looked down at her.
At the broad, strong back beneath him.
At the way her ass gripped him.
At the system window that had just opened in his vision — translucent, glowing, the clean, certain text of the bloodline doing its work.
[100x REBATE SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[TARGET: NARO HAGEH — BLOOD CONTROL ABILITY DETECTED]
[TRANSFERRING...]
[AMPLIFICATION: 100x]
[BLOOD DOMINION — 9TH TIER UNLOCKED]
He felt it.
The power.
It rushed into him like a second bloodstream — the ability to sense, to manipulate, to command the blood of others. But not the weak, shattered version she had carried. This was the amplified, hundredfold, system-enhanced version. The ability to stop a man’s heart with a thought. To boil blood in veins. To make armies kneel.
He grinned.
The full, devilish, completely unguarded grin of a man who had just stolen a power that would have taken decades to cultivate.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"Mmnnh~— Nnngh~— mmmph~—"
He fucked her harder.
The room filled with the sound of it — the wet, continuous, flesh-slapping rhythm of his hips against her thick ass, the soft, helpless, sleeping moans of the woman beneath him, the creak of the bed, the rustle of her skirt.
He grabbed her hair.
Pulled her head back slightly.
Drove deeper.
PHACK PHACK!
"Nnnngh~!! Mmmph~!!"
Her body jerked.
The pain transmitting through her sleep, producing the small, involuntary, twitching resistance of a woman who could not wake up but could not fully escape the sensation either.
He released her hair.
His hand found her breast again — the heavy, warm, full weight of it, his fingers sinking deep, pulling at the stiff nipple, mauling her with the greedy, possessive hunger of a man who had claimed everything she was.
The system window pulsed.
[BLOOD CONTROL MASTERY: 100% INTEGRATED]
[NEW ABILITY: HEMOKINESIS — TIER 9]
[NEW ABILITY: BLOOD SENSE — RANGE: 500 METERS]
[NEW ABILITY: CRIMSON COMMAND — DOMINATION FIELD]
Viktor laughed.
The low, soft, private laugh of a devil who had just found the keys to a kingdom.
He kept fucking her.
The rhythm steady.
The grip of her ass milking him with each thrust.
The room smelled of sex and sweat and the lingering aroma of his cooking — the trap that had closed so perfectly.
Naro slept on.
Her face peaceful.
Her body being used.
Her power being stolen.
And Viktor, lying over her, his cock buried in her tight anal, his hands full of her tits, his system glowing with new power, whispered against her ear:
"Thank you for the meal, Madam."
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"Mmnnh~— Nnngh~—"
He came.
The thick, hot, flooding release of his seed into her sleeping ass — the pulses filling her, the warmth spreading through her tight channel, her body receiving it with the helpless, unresisting softness of deep sleep.
He held himself there.
Balls-deep.
Pumping every drop into her.
Then he pulled out slowly.
The wet, glistening, thoroughly used head of his cock emerging from her gaping, leaking anal — the seed already running down her thick thigh, mixing with the traces of blood from her torn muscle.
He looked at her.
### The Room — After Midnight
He looked at her thick ass.
The cleft was open — not dramatically, but enough. Enough to see the dark, used rim of her anal, the puffy, swollen muscle still gaping slightly from the force of his entry. His seed ran from it in a slow, thick trail, white against the pale, heavy flesh of her thigh, pooling in the warm crease where her leg met her hip.
Viktor raised an eyebrow.
His hand settled on her ass.
The broad, warm, dense weight of her cheek filled his palm — the mature, unclaimed flesh yielding under his fingers. He squeezed once, feeling the muscle beneath the soft layer, the heavy, sleeping solidity of a woman who did not know she was being handled.
He thought.
The blood control was new.
It hummed in his chest like a second heart, a warm, electric awareness of every fluid moving in the room. He could feel his own blood — the steady, powerful pulse of the incubus bloodline. And he could feel hers.
He focused.
Sent a thread of his new power into the flesh under his hand.
He commanded the blood in her ass to gather.
To pool.
To warm.
Her muscle twitched.
The dark rim of her anal contracted — a small, involuntary spasm, then released. The flesh around it flushed darker, the blood rushing to the surface under his direction, making her skin warm and sensitive.
Viktor’s mouth curved.
So he could do that.
He pushed deeper with his sense.
He felt the blood moving through her thighs — slow, heavy, the thick, lazy circulation of a deep sleeper. He traced it upward. Through her heavy hips. Into the dense, warm basin of her pelvis.
And there — her cunt.
He felt the blood in her pussy.
The soft, swollen tissues between her legs, the blood moving through the walls of her channel, the heat building in her clit.
He commanded it to rush.
To engorge.
To swell.
Her hairy pussy — visible between her thick thighs from behind, the dark bush matted and damp — visibly darkened. The lips, previously soft and closed, puffed outward. A thin, clear trickle of juice seeped from the seam and ran down her inner thigh, glistening in the moonlight.
"So," Viktor murmured.
His cock twitched against his stomach.
"I can control the blood flow even in a woman’s cunt."
He found it strange.
And irresistible.
He could feel the blood throughout her entire body — the slow, heavy pulse in her tits, the warm wash through her belly, the throb in her throat. She was a map of red warmth beneath him, and he had just been handed the brush.
He turned her.
His hands on her heavy hips, pulling, rolling her bulk until she fell onto her back. Her body was dead weight — the thick, dense, mature mass of her settling with a soft ’whump’ against the mattress. Her head lolled to the side, her mouth open, a thin line of drool running from the corner to the pillow. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even.
Unconscious.
Available.
His hand went to her chest.
He grabbed her cleavage — the deep, warm, heavy valley between her tits, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He pulled down.
The neckline of her blouse gave.
Buttons popped — one, two, the fabric tearing slightly. Her heavy boobs spilled out into the moonlight, the full, dense, mature weight of them swinging across her chest, settling on either side with a heavy, soft ’slap’ against her ribs.
Dark nipples.
Large as coins, stiffened by the cool air and his blood manipulation, the areolas wide and puckered.
His cock twitched.
Just by seeing how hot she looked.
Her thick thighs were splayed — one leg bent at the knee, the other straight, her skirt bunched around her waist, her panty gone, her hairy cunt exposed and glistening and dark with the blood he’d summoned to it.
He climbed the bed again.
His knees between her thick legs, pushing them wider. The bed creaked under their combined weight.
He settled over her, his cock — hard again, always hard, the incubus bloodline fed and growing — pressing against her belly.