Lust System: Architect of Ruin

"Suck on it, bitch."

His smile twisted as he stepped forward, dragging behind him a red-hot iron rod that warmed the air.

"Either you take this rod down your throat… or mine," he murmured, dragging the words out as though he was relearning how to speak. "Your choice… saintess."

Her hands trembled as she tried moving them with her fingers clenched tightly against the white fabric she wore.

"You are a monster," she spat on it, her words heavy but betrayed with a slight quiver.

"Hahaha…Every word from your filthy mouth makes me want to turn you over and fuck the godly life out of you." he said, his as a rough creepy smile curled his lips

" I hate you …you damned bastard" she cried out.

"What was that, you pious little slut? I can't even hear you over the sound of your heart thudding helplessly like a trapped rabbit. Choose now, Saintess. I want to see that holy mouth put to work."

Elara's gaze shifted towards the searing hot rod, and then his slightly erect dick twitching in front of her. She tried wrapping her hand against it but failed, making her body tremble.

"Please…"

She tried pleading, but the look in his eyes sent chills down her spine. Her lips moved, but her words failed to come.

"I… I will suck."

"What did you say, saint? You will what?"

"I will suck your dick, please… Please don't kill me." Her voice grew louder than before.

She leaned in further, her small pale hands wrapped around him. He was massive with huge pre cum leaking effortlessly from the tip. It carried a heavy scent of sweat from his balls, his pants soaked.

As she dipped her head, her tongue tentatively darted out carefully stroking his enormous dick.

"What the fuck are you doing, saintess? Enough with the fucking stroking…" he said, his hand moved to the back of her head, gripping hard before she could react.

"I didn't ask for a massage bitch, I want to feel your throat tighten. I want to see you gag and choke on this demon's dick.

He immediately drove himself forward, with his hands still on her head, forcing her down. His tip slammed tightly against their throat, with a sharp and violent sensation.

Her mouth watered as he bottomed out against her throat.

"That's it," he said, leaning down so his lips could brush against her burning ear. "Soak my fucking dick with your spit, you holy bitch. Let me feel how much you hate this."

He pulled her up by her hair, her face pit, a mask of shame, spit and tears.

He kept on thrusting, watching the way her throat bent toward his size, the way her mouth slowly began to heathen up from the intensity.

She tried pushing him off, but the strength in his hands wasn't weak, further dipping into her.

When he finally flipped her, pinning her to the blood-stained floor, the defiance in her eyes was still there,a small but burning coal of hatred.

"You think this makes you powerful?" she gasped, her breath hitching and spit slowly dripping down the corner of her throat.

He yanked her hair down until she could only see his face. "I don't need power, Saintess. I only need you to make me cum, my holy cum toilet."

Again he thrusted in, harder this time, even when she tried pushing him off, nothing worked, it only tightened her throat against his tip.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck… suck, bitch, suck." His hands pushed hard at her head, forcing his dick further into her throat.

"Air… I can't—breathe…"

Finally, his hands reached for her hair, pulling hard at it.

"Ahh…"

"Are you… trying to… kill me…?"

Her breath remained unstable, coughing hard every second. Her throat still hurt from the intensity, but her pussy cried for more.

He tilted his head slightly, a smug smile spreading across his lips.

"For such a filthy mouth…" he murmured, his voice low and deliberate, "your throat's surprisingly useful."

Her eyes snapped up to meet him, tinged with anger but flustered as well.

Her face was red from embarrassment, rage, and pleasure.

She clenched her hand.

"You'll pay for that," she spat, her voice still trembling.

"You will pay, you monster."

"Pay?" he smiled. "Who's going to make me pay? What else do I have to lose? I spent 20 years locked away in this lab of yours."

He reached for her jaw, pulling her gaze toward him. "The impenetrable cathedral of the empire that you always boast about… scream all you want. No one will come."

A tear slipped down her cheek, catching the faint light as it fell.

She still glared at him, her anger burning through the fear even as she trembled under his presence.

He watched her closely, a faint smirk on his lips. "Look at you," he said quietly, his tone deepening as his gaze lingered on her soft lips.

"Still trying to defy me… even now."

He leaned in slightly, his fingers pressing hard against her gentle lips.

"Know your place, bitch. Now suck."

She trembled slightly, then grasped his dick once more, immediately hardening as her shaking hands touched it. She had never seen a dick as huge as his.

Her tongue slowly wrapped around his tip, the corners of her mouth closing around it.

Her pussy juice dripped softly onto the blood-stained floor as she moved her head.

He grabbed her head, thrusting his cock into her mouth slowly. Her gasps for breath made it more enticing; her innocence made it harder.

His dick twitched hard against her warm tongue, his hands tightening further against her head as he drove his cum straight down her throat while she gasped.

"Good, good…" he lifted her gaze toward him. "My little saint sure knows how to suck… but it seems like I'm still hard. I guess you still have work to do."

"What do you mean?" Her face glowed red, her hands gently stroking his dick.

"I can't…" she looked away, her face still flustered, her hands still wrapped around his dick.

"Come here, you little bitch."

Her body shook continuously before he even slipped inside.

Her panties soaked from her juice, clinging tightly to her.

He grabbed her roughly, shoving his thick cock deep into her tight pussy in one thrust.

"You're ripping me apart!" she cried as he forced her legs wide. Her gown tearing with the sound like a dying scream.

"Good," Kaito spat, his face twisted in a manic, beautiful sort of rage. "I want you to feel every inch. I want you to remember the size of the monster you created."

Her voice barely registered over the intense pleasure surging through him. He kept thrusting harder with his dick rubbing against her pussy.

He kept slamming into her, with brutal thrust that was less about sex and more about torture.

Elara's back arched off the table, her fingers clawing at the rusted metal as a sob tore from her lungs, her whole body convulsed with a loud scream, she came hard all over his cock, her juices soaking them both.

"Hahahaha, you really are just a fucking bitch," he spat, his voice low and jagged.

He went still, though her hips continued their relentless, gliding rhythm against him.

"Where's all that fucking purity gone now? You're just a slut who only loves dick."

Her face burned a feverish red, her breath coming in shallow hitches. Even under the weight of his words, her hips didn't falter, moving slowly and deliberately against him without hesitation.

"Say it," he commanded, his hips cracking against hers with rhythmic, violent force. "Tell me what you are. Tell me you're just a slut who's been craving this dick since the day you locked me in that cage."

"I'm… a slut!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back as her body betrayed her, her walls clamping down on him in a desperate, rhythmic spasm. "I'm a slut! Please, don't stop!"

"Say it louder, or I pull out..." His hands clamped down hard on her hips, bruising and firm, forcing her rhythm to a dead stop.

"I'm just a fucking slut who loves dick… please, slam my horny pussy!" she cried, the admission tearing from her lungs.

Her skin burned with frantic heat, her body taut with a mix of shame and desperation, but she couldn't help it—she arched back, trying to sink even deeper onto him.

"Good. Good girl," he growled, the praise dark and thick. "Now let Daddy give you your present."

He picked up the pace again, but this time it was different… His rhythm was far more violent and relentless than before.

He slammed into her, his hips cracking against her ass with heavy force. He drove into her faster, with a speed that left her gasping.

Even when her knees hit the floor and her moans echoed off the cold walls of the lab, he didn't stop. His hands reached for her ass, pounding it harder against his hips.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm about to burst."

His hand tightened around her hip, pulling her inward. His dick seemed longer than before, twitching continuously as he crashed harder into her pussy.

And then, the world simply… ended.

The heavy steel door of the lab hissed open, but he was too far gone to hear it.

"Uhmm..?"

He blinked once, and all was gone. The sound of her ragged breathing slowly faded.

"Wait. What?"

He looked down at his empty palms, his brain struggling to bridge the gap between reality and the abyss.

"Sain…tess…"

"I was…" he whispered to the empty room.

"Saintess, I've killed that demon."

"I was nearly there."

"T…take her to the infirmary… quickly."

His head slowly rolled across th

e floor, lifeless, leaving a long trail of crimson blood.

"Kaito Kiryu!"

"Kaito Kiryu!!!"