My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 167: Claim It! Claim Me!

Akira read through the floating text, the purple light of the System overlay casting a faint glow in his vision that Satomi couldn’t see.

He considered the options briefly.

Option B was exactly what his body and the Lilithia essence inside him were screaming for: total, absolute possession. A physical claim that left no room for doubt.

But Option C had a psychological edge that he knew he needed.

Satomi was an Elder Succubus; she had centuries of experience and an ego to match. If he just fucked her, even anally, she might still view it as a transaction. He needed to break the ’Teacher’ persona completely.

He didn’t have to choose just one. The System presented routes, but he was the one walking them.

He selected B, but immediately channeled his energy to execute C.

"Satomi," Akira said, his voice dropping an octave, filled with intent. "And when I’m deep in it, I want you pinned down, wrists trapped, begging for my cum like you’ve never begged anyone before." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She slowed her ride, pausing at the tip of his shaft before looking back over her shoulder.

A wicked, knowing smile curved her lips, her eyes glowing with that faint pink succubus light. "Demanding, aren’t we? Elder succubus perk, Akira... we’re built for it. Our bodies adapt to our partner’s desires. But you’ll have to prep me right. I won’t break, but I still feel everything."

She lifted off his cock with a loud, wet pop. Thick, slick strings of their mixed juices connected her dripping entrance to the dark, swollen head of his cock before snapping and falling onto his stomach.

Moving with grace, she turned and knelt on the mattress on all fours. She arched her spine, presenting her ass high in the air.

Reaching back with both hands, she gripped her own plush cheeks and spread them wide. Her tight, pink pucker winked at him, sitting just above her thoroughly wrecked, glistening pussy that was still leaking his pre-cum and her own heavy juices.

Akira knelt behind her. His cock was throbbing so hard it ached, the veins standing out like thick cords against the flushed skin.

But before he touched her, he let his energy shift. He activated [Aura of Dominance].

The air in the bedroom instantly grew heavy.

The playful, instructional atmosphere Satomi had created vanished, replaced by a suffocating, primal pressure. Satomi took a sharp breath in, her arms trembling slightly as the invisible weight of his authority pressed down on her shoulders.

"Akira...?" she breathed, the confidence in her voice wavering.

"You talk a lot for someone who’s supposed to be receiving," Akira murmured; his tone was devoid of the student-teacher dynamic. He leaned forward, his chest brushing her back.

He gathered a thick pool of saliva in his mouth and spat directly onto her tight asshole. The warm spit landed with a wet smack, running down the crevices of her pink flesh.

He gripped the base of his thick cock and guided the blunt, heavy head right against her sphincter, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. He coated her tight ring in a mix of his spit, his leaking pre-cum, and the slick overflow from her dripping pussy.

"Relax for me, Sensei," he whispered, intentionally using her title as if to mock the reversal of their daytime roles.

She shuddered at the word, pushing back instinctively against the broad head of his cock. But Akira didn’t give it to her.

Instead, he pulled his hips back slightly and pressed a single thick finger against her soaked pussy, sliding it in with one smooth push.

Satomi let out a soft, relieved sigh as he curled his finger inside her dripping heat, stroking her inner walls in slow, deliberate pumps; three deep thrusts made her hips twitch and her breath hitch.

But the moment her body started to relax into the rhythm, Akira withdrew his wet, slippery finger completely. Without pause he pressed the same wet digit firmly against her tight asshole.

He pushed in slowly, one knuckle, then the next, giving her time to feel every inch of stretch.

Her ring clenched hard at first, the century-old reflex fighting the intrusion. Akira kept the pressure steady, twisting gently, letting her adjust while his golden aura pulsed around them both, coaxing her muscles to yield.

His finger went deeper, sliding into the incredibly smooth, warm velvet. He pumped in once, then again... long, careful strokes, feeling her inner walls flutter and relax around him.

"More," Satomi moaned, dropping her head forward between her shoulders. One hand released her ass cheek; her fingers reached down to rub frantic circles over her swollen clit, chasing the dual burn of stretch and pleasure.

"Keep your hands on the bed," Akira commanded sharply.

Satomi flinched, but under the influence of the Dominance aura and the Lilithia essence radiating from him, she obeyed, planting her palms flat against the mattress.

Akira added a second finger, coating it in her pussy juice before sliding it right into her ass alongside the first.

He scissored his fingers wide, stretching her gradually. Her ass gripped his fingers tightly, the muscles spasming and fluttering around them. The wet sounds of spit and fluids squelching filled the quiet room as he worked her open.

"Fuck... so tight," he growled. He curled his fingers downward, pressing into the sensitive wall that separated her ass from her pussy.

Satomi gasped sharply, her hips jerking backward. "Ah! Akira, right there..."

"I didn’t say you could speak," he interrupted, pushing his dominance further. He wanted her completely undone.

He withdrew his fingers with a wet shhhk sound. Reaching forward, he grabbed the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair.

With a sudden, forceful motion, he pushed her upper body down flat against the mattress.

"Wait..." she started, but Akira smoothly grabbed both of her wrists, pulling them up above her head and pinning them to the bed with one strong hand.

Now she was completely immobilized, face pressed into the dark gray sheets, her ass elevated and totally exposed to him, her wrists locked in his grip. The ’Teacher’ and the ’Elder Demon’ were gone; she was just a desperate, captive female.

"Third finger," he stated coldly, though his blood was boiling with lust.

He coated three fingers in spit and shoved them inside her, twisting deep. Satomi let out a muffled scream into the pillows, her essence flaring wildly now.

The room was bathed in a mixture of her pink aura and his dark, void-like energy.

When he felt her inside was ready, responding to his stretch, he pulled his fingers out. Her asshole remained open for a second, forming a perfect, gaping O that seemed to beg to be filled.

He positioned the thick crown of his cock directly at her entrance.

"Tell me what you want, Satomi," he demanded. "Beg for it. Like a good little succubus."

She writhed under him, her pride warring with her primal biology. But the Lilithia fragment inside Akira was practically singing, demanding submission from the lesser demon.

"Please..." she whimpered, her voice completely wrecked, stripped of all its former maturity. "Please, Akira. Stretch my ass. Fill me. Just put it in!"

"Good girl."

He rubbed the tip of his cock against her still-dripping pussy to coat himself with her juice and dropped a good amount of spit on her anal entrance.

Then he pushed gently, but with unstoppable force.

The tight ring resisted the sheer girth of his head for a fraction of a second, then popped open, stretching taut over his crown. It swallowed the thickest part of him with a burning, desperate grip.

Satomi hissed violently, her spine arching like a drawn bow. "Oh fucckkk... it’s so big... stretching my ass so wide..."

Inch by inch, Akira sank deeper.

The heat enveloping him was staggering, far tighter and more demanding than her pussy had been. Every prominent vein on his thick shaft dragged against her internal walls, drawing out long, stuttering groans from the pinned succubus.

Halfway in, he paused.

He let go of her wrists, ignoring her as she scrambled to grip the sheets. He moved his newly freed hand down beneath her belly, finding her dripping clit.

He began to rub it in fast, slick circles, easing the burn of his intrusion and replacing it with overwhelming pleasure.

"More," she begged, tears of pure ecstasy prickling her eyes. "Don’t stop..."

Akira thrust his hips forward, burying the rest of his length inside her ass.

He went balls-deep, his pubic bone slamming against her spread cheeks. The sensation was mind-melting: hot, vice-like, her inner muscles rippling and milking his shaft in rolling waves.

He started slow, giving long, agonizing strokes.

He pulled back until only the head remained inside, feeling her muscles instinctively clench to hold him, before driving all the way back in. Her ass jiggled violently with each heavy push, her untouched pussy weeping a steady stream of juices onto the sheets below.

"Faster," she demanded; her discipline was totally gone. She pushed her hips back, trying to force him to go deeper inside her.

He obeyed.

Akira gripped her hips and anchored himself, picking up the pace until he was relentlessly pounding her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed like gunshots in the room. He let go of her hips, raising one hand and bringing it down hard on her bare cheek.

SMACK.

A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.

SMACK.

"Take it all," he growled, slapping her other cheek. "You’re mine now!"

"Yours!" she screamed in response with her head thrown back and her ass clenching rhythmically, milking him dry. "Fuck my ass raw! Claim it! Claim me!"

The essence bond was fully open now.

He could literally see the energy... a glowing, tangible river of pink and dark purple flowing between their connected bodies.

Akira grabbed her by the waist and hauled her up. "Turn over."

She didn’t hesitate.

She scrambled onto her back, chest heaving and with wide eyes that glowed with a feral, submissive lust. Akira stepped up, grabbed her ankles, and pushed her legs all the way back over his shoulders, exposing her completely.

Deep missionary anal.

He lined up his glistening, spit-and-juice-coated cock with her gaping hole, and drove downward.

Satomi shrieked as he hammered into her from this new, deeper angle.

His balls slapped wetly against her ass and perineum with every downward thrust. From this position, he could see her face... the absolute ruin of the composed, elegant teacher.

Her tongue lolled, her eyes rolled back, and she drooled slightly, completely lost to the sensation.

He reached down, using both thumbs to roughly spread her pussy lips and violently rub her clit as he continued to pound her ass.

The dual stimulation was too much for her demonic nervous system.

"I’m close," Akira warned, his thrusts becoming erratic and completely feral. The pressure in his balls was agonizing.

"Inside!" Satomi shrieked, her fingernails digging bloody crescents into his biceps. "Fill my ass with your cum! Breed my ass, Master!"

The title tipped him over the edge.

Akira erupted.

He slammed his hips down one final, brutal time, pinning her against the mattress, and let go. Thick ropes of cum, filled with hid essence pumped deep into her lower intestines. It was hot, endless, and forceful.

Satomi’s body went rigid.

Her ass spasmed violently, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft. At the exact same moment, her pussy convulsed, squirting a massive, forceful jet of clear fluid that arced through the air and splashed directly onto Akira’s abs.

A blinding pink and purple light exploded in the room, flooding Akira’s veins with centuries of refined demonic power.

[SYSTEM ALERT: ’TOTAL CLAIM’ BONUS UNLOCKED]

[POWER DYNAMIC PERMANENTLY INVERTED: SATOMI RECOGNIZES HOST AS ALPHA]

[REWARD: +5,500 PP (COMBINED PATHS)]

[ESSENCE SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]

He kept thrusting shallowly through his orgasm, ensuring every drop was lodged deep inside her.

Finally, completely spent, he collapsed forward, his heavy chest pressing her breasts flat, his face burying into the crook of her neck.

Their breaths were ragged, and their bodies were incredibly wet with sweat, squirt, and cum. The invisible bond between them felt strong with raw power and newfound devotion.

For a long time, neither of them moved.

The only sound was the heavy panting of two apex predators coming down from a high.

Slowly, Satomi raised a trembling hand. She traced a single, lazy finger down the side of Akira’s face, wiping a bead of sweat from his jaw.

The Elder Succubus, completely thoroughly claimed, smiled up at him with a soft, dazed expression.

"My..." she swallowed hard, her voice a raspy whisper. "You... really don’t hold back when you choose."

Akira kissed the sweat-damp skin of her neck. "Neither did you."

She let out a breathless laugh. "Ready for round two? Because... we have all day."