Dragon King's Harem Chapter 417. Under My Control

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 417. Under My Control

Her hands moved again, tracing the lines of my body with a touch that was both firm and teasing. She explored every inch of me, her movements unhurried, like she was taking her time to learn every detail. And through it all, she kept that same playful confidence, her smirk never fading.

“You’re going to regret this,” I murmured, though there was no threat in my tone—just a promise.

She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Oh, I don’t think so, my king. The question is… will you?”

It was the spark, the final nudge that pushed me over the edge. The playful dominance she wielded was intoxicating, but the part of me that thrived on control, on command, roared to life.

In one fluid motion, I flipped us over. Her back met the mattress with a soft thud, a small gasp escaping her lips as I moved between her legs, my knees pinning her hips. My hands clasped hers, pinning them beside her head, and my tail swung behind me.

A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Well, now I’m excited rather than sleepy,” I said, my voice low and laced with intent. “This… won’t be a short round.”

Without waiting for her response, I crashed my lips onto hers, kissing her with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. She kissed me back fiercely, her body tensing beneath me, her lips moving against mine with equal fervor. The taste of her, the heat of her body under mine—it was all the encouragement I needed.

My lips trailed down from her mouth to her neck, each kiss planted with deliberate attention to the sounds she made—a soft moan, a hitched breath. The sound of her pleasure was a melody that drove me further, my lips and tongue exploring the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her.

I paused at her chest, my gaze fixated on her for a moment. Her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling. Slowly, I lowered my mouth to her, my tongue flicking out to taste her skin. I could feel the beat of her heart against my lips as I took her mound into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more assurance as I felt her body responding to my touch.

Her hands, previously pinned, now moved to tangle in my hair, pressing me closer. I released one wrist, allowing her the freedom to explore as I focused on her, my tongue swirling around her hardened nipple, teasing it into a fervent stiffness that I could feel pulsing against my tongue.

“Argod,” she gasped, her voice breaking through the thick haze of desire that filled the room. Her other hand gripped my shoulder, her nails digging in slightly, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure.

Encouraged by her reactions, I intensified my attention, alternating between soft licks and gentle tugs with my lips, listening to the melody of her moans and adjusting my movements accordingly. The power of her pleasure under my control was exhilarating—a heady feeling that only deepened my own desire.

“You’re exquisite,” I murmured against her skin, my voice husky with lust. “And you’re all mine.”

Her response was a moan, her hips bucking slightly against mine, seeking friction, seeking more. I obliged, shifting my position to allow deeper contact, my own arousal growing unbearable.

Her response was a moan, her hips bucking slightly against mine, seeking friction, seeking more. I obliged, shifting my position to allow deeper contact, my own arousal growing unbearable. I kissed her like crazy, planting them firmly against her skin, leaving marks that proof of my intensity and her increasing passion. I trailed my lips across her neck, her shoulders, down to her chest. She moaned softly, fueling my desires further.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red with each passing moment, her body's response almost tangible in the air between us.

Suddenly, as I moved to capture her lips once more, an unexpected announcement appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, right before my eyes. Bright, bold letters in the air.

[Nymph tribe’s essence has been detected!]

[Do you want to extract it?]

[Yes/No]

I paused, my lips just inches from hers, my mind reeling. 'That was so fast,' I thought, bewildered by the sudden intrusion. The system responded to the intensity of Marissa's arousal, which apparently had reached a peak much sooner than I anticipated.

Marissa, noticing my sudden distraction, followed my gaze to the empty air where I saw the message. Of course, she saw nothing, her confusion evident as she looked back at me. "Argod? What's wrong?" Her voice was laced with concern, her brow furrowed.

I blinked, trying to regain my composure. "Nothing, just... thought I saw something," I managed to say. I decided to ignore it and refocused on Marissa, on the here and now, on the warmth of her skin beneath my lips and the eager response of her body.

"Are you okay?" Marissa's voice was laced with a mix of concern and curiosity, her eyes searching mine for an answer that would explain my momentary distraction.

"Yes, I'm fine," I reassured her, my voice firmer now, and decided to push past the interruption. "Just lost in the moment, you know?" I offered her a smile, one that I hoped would convey both my affection and my intense desire to continue from where we'd paused.

She seemed to accept that, her expression softening as she pulled me back down to her, her hands tangling in my hair, guiding me with a silent insistence. Her lips met mine with a renewed passion, her kiss deep and consuming, effectively erasing any lingering thoughts of digital distractions.

Our kiss deepened. I allowed myself to be lost in the rhythm of our movements, the way her body arched into mine, seeking more contact, more pressure. My hands roamed over her body. The touch was more assertive than the last, as if trying to map out every curve and contour I had come to know so well.