Chapter 41: Daphne’s desire(Slightly 18+)

Words : 1637 Updated : Oct 10th, 2025
Daphne’s hand lingered on Zaeryn’s chest, her touch as tantalizing as the scent of her perfume that filled the room. It was a fragrance he had come to associate with her. A scent that made his blood race at this moment. Her gaze was unmoving, her smirk promising a delightful challenge. "For research," she said, her voice a seductive purr that didn’t quite mask the hunger in her words. "Imagine the breakthroughs, the uncharted territory we could explore." Her eyes dropped to his mouth, and she stepped closer, the air between them thickening with anticipation. Zaeryn’s breath grew shallow as he watched her. He knew she wasn’t just talking about data or whatever. He didn’t miss the way her eyes dropped to his mouth—or how her fingers trailed just a bit lower, lingering longer than necessary. She was playing a game, but she wasn’t bluffing. In fact, it felt like she was the one trying to convince him. But the truth was, she didn’t need to. He already knew exactly what kind of "test" she had in mind. Something lewd. His pulse quickened, her words hitting like a spark. He saw the genuine desire in her eyes, the mix of scientific curiosity and pure attraction. She wasn’t just testing him—she wanted this, and that realization sent a thrill through him. "You’re not fooling anyone, Daphne," he said, his voice sharp but warm, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "This isn’t just about your job." A dark gleam flickered in her eyes—mischief layered over something deeper. Sure, desire fueled her move, but beneath it all was cold calculation. She wasn’t just drawn to him; she needed to see if he’d mimic her abilities after they got close. It was her gamble to earn his trust. Zaeryn wasn’t just anyone—he was royalty with a rare, explosive potential. The ability to copy powers through intimacy? Yeah, Daphne wasn’t about to let that kind of power slip through her fingers. Better to be at his side than left in the dust. Her violet eyes gleamed, undeterred, as she stepped closer, her body brushing against his. He could feel the sexual tension between them crackling, the physical contact a silent language. "Maybe not," she admitted, her voice a sultry whisper, her hand sliding up to his neck, fingers grazing the pulse point there. "But you’re not complaining, are you?" she murmured, her hand moving up to the back of his neck, drawing him down to her. Her kiss was a declaration of war, demanding and insatiable. He met her with a hunger that surprised even himself, their tongues clashing as if fighting for dominance. Her nails scraped gently against his skin, leaving a trail of heat that sent his thoughts spiraling. As she broke the kiss, his eyes searched hers, looking for a hint of hesitation. Since this was definitely new to Daphne he was worried she might stop abruptly and say she didn’t like it, or she had gone too far or whatever she might want to say, however all she found was the same burning hunger that reflected in his own gaze. There was no doubt in her eyes. Only hunger. Fiercer than before. If anything, she looked more consumed than he was. Her smile was wicked, her voice a whisper against his ear. "Let’s get to the most exciting part, shall we?" With that, her hands moved to the edge of his t-shirt, and then she helped him remove it, her eyes never leaving his. His own hands were busy exploring the softness of her skin, tracing the curve of her big breasts over the fabric , the dip of her waist, and the swell of her full hips. He couldn’t wait to finally take a look at her without the clothes on, he was sure she looked even more gorgeous. But he was in no hurry, because it was inevitable. His thumb brushed against the edge of her skirt, looking for the metal zipper. When Daphne stepped back, her skirt slid down in a soft, silken sigh, pooling at her feet and unveiling the delicate black lace lingerie that hugged every curve like a lover’s promise. Her two stunning, full breasts—perfectly round and inviting—demanded attention, the kind that made it impossible to look away. Her legs were long and lean, her posture proud, yet her gaze was anything but detached. She stood before him, unabashed, letting him take her in. She was a vision designed to make a man drop to his knees and worship. But Zaeryn didn’t drop. Instead, he simply admired her body, quietly. And that’s when his mind betrayed him. He didn’t want to compare her to anyone—but he did. Maybe it was her eyes. They reminded him of Sage. Sage had a fuller bust—undeniably the kind that made her look like a goddess carved for indulgence. But Daphne... Daphne was made to tempt and conquer. Her breasts, high and full in black lace, teased with every breath. Her hips flared with elegant strength, her waist narrowed like a grip crafted for sin. She was sleek. Wicked. Beautiful in a way that defied easy comparison. He could say she was sculpted like a goddess too—just differently. That didn’t make either less attractive; it was just... distinct. And unlike Sage’s warm fire, Daphne’s energy was sharp. Dangerous. Which only stoked Zaeryn’s desire more—he wanted to break that edge, to see her humbled, submitting to him. With her clothes stripped down to nothing but lingerie, it was his turn. Without hesitation, moving like a woman who had done this before, Daphne reached for the zipper of his pants. Her eyes dropped, fixating on the noticeable bulge beneath the fabric—proof of just how much she affected him. A proud, sly grin curved her lips. "Looks like my suspicions about you were spot on," she said, voice thick with satisfaction. She’d already guessed Zaeryn wasn’t packing average gear—hell, it wasn’t even in the same league. That only made her pulse quicken, eager for what was coming next. Zaeryn felt a surge of heat at the smug, knowing look on Daphne’s face as she took in the sight of his arousal. She clearly enjoyed having this effect on him. With a saucy wink, she slowly drew down his zipper, the metallic sound loud in the charged air between them. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, drawing a gasp from Daphne. "I was wrong it seemed. This is bigger than I imagined." "You did imagine me huh?" He teased. She didn’t answer, instead she palmed him with a low hum of approval, giving him a firm stroke that had him hissing through his teeth. "Very impressive," she purred. "You seem to always prove me wrong," Her thumb swiped over the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip and he fought back a groan. Her touch was maddening—slow, teasing, expert. He reached for her, wanting to pin her down and end the game, but she danced back with a giggle. "Patience," she chided, her grin wicked. Then, in one fluid motion, she dropped to her knees. Looking up at him through her lashes, she gave him a look that should’ve been illegal. Mischief and desire, twined into one.He watched, breath held, as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of him. Slow. Testing. Then circled the head, drawing a soft moan from his lips. "I have never done this before," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "But I’m sure I can learn... fast." "Ah, fuck," he bit out, fisting his hands in her hair as she took him into her hot, wet mouth with a low moan of her own. She worked him with her clever tongue, taking him deep before sliding back up with delicious suction. Seeing her on her knees before him, worshipping his cock with such enthusiastic skill, was the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed from her so far. Her violet eyes lifted to meet his, full of heat and hunger, her cheeks hollowed as she pleasured him with her mouth. She was unrelenting, using tricks to drive him wild. He lost himself to the slick heat of her mouth, the sounds of her moans and slurps, the sight of her taking him deep into her throat. It was pure debauched bliss. The way she was doing it, didn’t feel like it was someone who had never done this before. But she said she had said it herself, she has never done this before. And maybe she didn’t know—maybe she just felt it. Her rhythm was instinctual. Her eagerness, addictive. She worked him with focused abandon, moaning softly around his length, using her tongue and lips like they were meant for this. She adjusted her rhythm quickly, intuitively. Her pace. Her eagerness. The sounds—wet and erotic . The visual of her head bobbing between his thighs, black lace clinging to her curves. It was all too much. Zaeryn’s hips jerked slightly, his restraint thinning with every second. "You sure you’ve never done this?" he growled, voice rough and disbelieving. She pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, her lips slick and swollen. "Positive," she purred, licking the head with slow, deliberate intent. "Am I doing well?" "Well?" His laugh was strained. "You’re fucking perfect." Daphne seemed to sense how close he was getting. With a sultry look, she released him with a lewd pop and rose gracefully to her feet. She stepped into his space, her body aligning with his, her lips glistening and swollen from sucking him so thoroughly. "And now," she whispered against his mouth, "I want to see if you can use this magnificent cock as well as I think you can."Her teeth almost grazed his lower lip. "Inside me. Until I scream your name."

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Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World
Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World Author:Zevarian
Chapter 1: Dead Broke, Then Just Dead Oct 7th, 2025
Chapter 2: So, about that system.... Oct 7th, 2025
Chapter 3: Shame On Sage? Oct 7th, 2025
Chapter 4: Kisses Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 5: Foreplay or a felony Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 6: Unwanted Son’s and half truths Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 7: Don’t watch the news , the fade is here Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 8: No fade no fear Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 9: A Visit to the stillness Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 10: The System Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 11: Unexpected Variable Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 12: Oops, I’m the Main character Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 13: The catalyst no one summoned Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 14: Built different Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 15: A breach in the system Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 16: A Meeting with the council Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 17: Meeting the council 2 Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 18: Charm Against Chains Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 19: Impressive all the way down. Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 20: Chater 20: Dissection Or Desire Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 21: In their hands Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 22: War-Lady Sibling Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 23: Under different terms Oct 8th, 2025
Chapter 24: Freedom at last [slightly 18+] Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 25: Sage[18+] Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 26: Sage 2 [18+] Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 27: Athea’s Silence Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 28: Playing Along Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 29: Athea Walks In Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 30: Handsome Mystery Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 31: More Questions, Than answers Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 32: Teeth of the cornered Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 33: The Strings Above the throne Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 34: Liar Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 35: The Directive above all Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 36: The Letter And The Lie Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 37: Bonds and calculations Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 38: Unstable Bonds Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 39: The Calculated Kiss Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 40: The Catalyst Of Intimacy Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 41: Daphne’s desire(Slightly 18+) Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 42: ‘Say please’ (18+) Oct 10th, 2025
Chapter 43: Surrendering To Zaeryn(18+) Oct 10th, 2025
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