Apocalypse : Transmigrated With Milf System-Chapter 27: Elara - The Milf

He turned and strode towards the door, his movements exuding confidence and power.

As he passed the doorway, he caught Elara's eye.

Her figure was ripe, a cougar in her prime, and yet, he could sense she hadn't truly been claimed.

Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of strength and a strange, almost virginal sweetness.

From hist vast experience of milfs in his previous world, he caught on to what it meant.

He gave her a slow, knowing smile, a smile that sent shivers down her spine and made her heart pound in her chest.

A promise of pleasure, a hint of pain, a taste of the darkness that lay within him.

Elara, flustered and confused, her face flushed, her breath catching in her throat, turned and fled down the corridor, her mind reeling from the intensity of his gaze.

Ruel watched her go, his smile widening into a full-blown, evil grin. Perfect, he thought. She's hooked. Now, to reel her in.

He continued his tour of the building, his earlier purpose of finding clothes for Mei Feng now secondary to his larger scheme.

He passed maids going about their chores, their heads bowed.

He winked at them, his charm turned up to eleven, his eyes promising a night of forbidden pleasure.

They blushed, their eyes widening in surprise, a mixture of fear and excitement in their gaze.

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"Anhh❤️" He smacked the asses of several, his touch lingering, his fingers tracing the curves of their flesh, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Haanh❤️" groping the large, bouncing breasts of others, his actions brazen and unapologetic, his smile widening at their involuntary moans.

The maids, caught off guard, didn't protest.

They knew that anyone who could walk so freely in this mansion held a position of power, someone they couldn't afford to offend.

Their blushes were a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a strange, unwilling attraction. They were both repulsed and... intrigued.

Ruel, reveling in the attention and the power he wielded, continued his exploration, his mind already several steps ahead, plotting his next move.

He was a predator, and this base was his hunting ground.

Ruel continued his exploration, his senses tingled and he sensed Elara.

He spotted her near a darkened corridor, her posture stiff, her expression indecipherable.

She turned, her gaze meeting his, and then, with a subtle movement, she turned and walked away, deeper into the shadows.

She turned back again as if baiting him, to follow her up. It was an invitation, clear and unmistakable, a challenge.

Ruel's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

So, the bodyguard wants to play? Let's see what games she has in mind. I do love a good chase, he thought,

following her with a measured, confident stride, his every step a silent promise of the pleasure and pain he would inflict.

He caught up with her in a secluded, dimly lit area, where the only illumination came from the faint glow of the base's perimeter lights filtering through a narrow window.

Elara stopped, turning to face him, her features obscured by the darkness, yet her body language radiating a tense, almost desperate energy.

He could smell her fear, her arousal, the heady mix fueling his own desire.

"What is it that you want?" she asked,

her voice low and husky, betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her professional demeanor, her eyes searching his, seeking answers, seeking release. "In exchange for helping Madam?"

Ruel stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over her, taking in the taut lines of her body, the way her eyes glittered in the dim light. ƒreewebɳovel.com

He saw the flicker of fear, the spark of defiance, and the raw, untamed desire that burned beneath her carefully constructed facade.

Perfect, he thought. She's ripe for the taking.

"That depends," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her jaw, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"What are you willing to offer? What are you willing to do for me?"

Elara hesitated, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She met his intense gaze, a silent battle raging within her.

She knew what he wanted.

She saw it in his eyes, the hunger, the possessiveness, the darkness.

And despite the fear, despite the danger, a part of her craved it.

Finally, she made a decision, her voice barely a whisper, yet filled with a raw, desperate determination.

"Everything," she said, her voice trembling slightly, betraying the turmoil within.

"But you have to promise me... after this... you will help us. Unconditionally. With whatever Madam asks."

Ruel's smile deepened, a flicker of triumph in his eyes. He had her.

She was willing to sacrifice herself for her leader, for her base. He found her loyalty... pathetic. And incredibly arousing.

"Hmm... well. No issues with that," he purred, his voice thick with barely concealed lust and a hint of sadistic glee.

He closed the remaining distance between them, his hand gripping her waist, pulling her roughly against him, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Show me," he breathed, his gaze burning into hers, his eyes promising pleasure and pain in equal measure.

"Show me what you can offer... Show me how much you want it."

Elara didn't answer with words. Instead, she turned and opened a door, stepping inside.

Ruel followed, his senses heightened, his heart pounding with anticipation.

The room was a master bedroom, opulent and spacious, a stark contrast to the utilitarian feel of the rest of the base.

A wide balcony, enclosed by glass, offered a breathtaking view of the night sky.

The moon hung high, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow, illuminating the bed, the centerpiece of the room, a silent invitation.

Elara stood in the center of the room, her back to him, her body a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop.

She turned slowly, her expression a complex mix of defiance, submission, and a raw, untamed desire.

It was a silent invitation, a surrender to the inevitable, a plea for release.

Ruel didn't wait. He crossed the room in a few swift strides, his movements predatory and sure, his eyes fixed on her, his body thrumming with lust.

He reached her, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her roughly against him, his fingers digging into her flesh, claiming her.

"Anhh❤️" Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips, a mixture of surprise and a thrill of fear.

He kissed her, his mouth demanding and possessive, devouring her.

He tasted her fear, her arousal, the sweet surrender of her will.

"Hnnm❤️" She responded with a desperate hunger, her hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if seeking to merge with him, to lose herself in the darkness he offered.

Their bodies pressed together, every curve and angle aligning in a primal dance of need.

He felt her heat, her desperation, and it fueled his own desire, pushing him to the edge of control.

He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body trembling in his grasp, and carried her towards the bed, his eyes burning with possessive lust.