The Incubus System Chapter 1247. Payment III
The Incubus System Chapter 1247. Payment III
She swallowed hard. “Are you… are you going to give me my reward now?”
That voice. Velvet laced with broken need. She was trying to sound smug, but her pitch betrayed her.
I chuckled—deep, dark, like thunder rolling low through the clouds. My fingers trailed lower and then suddenly, I gripped the edge of her outfit.
“You call this thin scrap a dress?” I said, raising a brow.
She opened her mouth, probably to spit back something sharp, but she gasped instead—
Because I ripped it.
The fabric gave way like a paper. No resistance. Just a gasp, then cool air on her skin. The spider-silk bra beneath it snapped apart like tissue paper between my fingers. One clean pull and it was off her, discarded like it meant nothing.
It didn’t.
Her breasts bounced free—perfect, heaving, flushed—and the moment her nipples touched the air, they tightened even more, hard and pink and begging for my hands.
My eyes locked to hers.
“You really think I’d stop at kissing your lower lips?” I said, voice low and dangerous. “You think I’d be satisfied with a little tongue and a whimper?”
She stared back, breathless, hypnotized.
“I need to touch you more, don’t I?”
And then I touched her.
No—played with her.
My hands cupped both breasts, thumbs teasing across her hardened peaks in slow, circular strokes that made her moan—not softly, no, but like something primal finally snapped.
“Ah—Damian—nggh…!” Her back arched, pushing into my hands, her voice spilling out like broken silk. Her thighs trembled, and her legs—her spider legs—started moving again.
Fast. All around me. Closing in.
I didn’t look away from her face, but I felt it.
The sharp scrape of a clawed leg just behind me.
The smooth press of two others curling toward my sides, my wings.
Another looping around my ankle, not tight but suggestive.
A web.
Of limbs.
Of want.
She was trying to trap me. Not in fear. Not in battle. But in need.
So I wouldn’t leave her hanging.
So I wouldn’t stop.
I smirked. “That desperate, huh?” I leaned down and bit her earlobe. “I just started.”
“Then don’t stop!” she growled through clenched teeth. “Touch me. All of me.”
Her moans got messier. Louder.
I pinched her nipple between my fingers—twisting gently—and her eyes rolled back for a second. Her legs jerked. Her moan cracked into a gasp.
“F-f*ck!” she hissed, one hand grabbing the back of my head. Her hand scratched at my scalp like she couldn’t decide whether to pull me down or shove me in deeper. “You’re—you’re evil.”
I bit the other nipple. Not hard. Just enough to make her writhe.
“Demoness of webs and seduction,” I murmured into her skin. “And look at you now. Writhing like prey.”
“I am not prey—ahhh!” she gasped again when I sucked, this time dragging my tongue in circles.
“No?” I said, licking a line from one breast to the other. “Then stop squirming.”
She didn’t.
She couldn’t.
Her whole body was heat and silk and trembling want now.
Her inner thighs rubbed together when I shifted my hips, and the web beneath us shimmered with faint enchantment as more strands reached out, trying to bind us closer.
But I wasn’t done yet.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped—sharp, surprised—but didn’t resist. Her eyes dilated instantly, wide and trembling and so fucking alive.
“D-Damian—”
“I said I’d give you your reward,” I whispered against her lips, “but I never said it would be simple.”
And I ground my hips down.
Not entering her.
Not yet.
Just letting her feel it.
The heat. The length. The weight of what was waiting.
She moaned again—high and cracked.
One of her legs wrapped tight around my waist. Another hooked behind my knee.
I could feel her lower lips grinding against me. So hot. So wet.
Her moans turned into ragged gasps. “Please—stop teasing—please—”
I kissed her neck again, slower this time. “You wanted payment at the front, my queen. Now you’ll take every coin I owe you.”
Her hands flexed under my grip. Her whole body shook.
I let one hand trail down again. Between her breasts. Down her stomach. Over her trembling abdomen—until I reached her again.
I touched her with two fingers—slowly. And damn, she was soaked. Dripping. Her juices clung to my fingers like honey, warm and needy and sinful.
When I rubbed her just right—
Her hips bucked.
Her moan broke into a sharp scream.
“Ahnn—Damian!!”
“Not yet,” I whispered. “Hold it in. Or I’ll stop again.”
Her spider legs went tense. One of them slammed into the wall, web threads sparking from the impact.
I smirked. Then sucked one of her nipples again just as I rubbed harder.
She arched—every limb flexing. Her moans were rapid now. Her breath came in hitches.
“I—nghh—can’t—Damian please—!”
“You can,” I growled, grinding against her harder. “You will.”
I leaned in again. Her cheek was flushed. Her lips trembling. Her whole body on the edge.
“You’re mine, Syntyche,” I said, licking the edge of her ear. “And I’m not letting you come—until you beg for it.”
Her voice broke. Her body trembled.
And then she looked up at me, tears of pleasure in her eyes, and moaned—
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Please, Damian—your Queen needs it—!”
That was it.
That was the trigger.
I released her wrists. Grabbed her hips. Positioned myself.
She gasped again—sharp, almost startled—but there was no fear in it. Just hunger. The kind that ran hot in her veins and tangled through every thread of web around us, catching on breath and skin and need. Her thighs tightened around me, her back arched, and her eyes burned brighter than any torch in this demon-silk chamber.
But I wasn’t done shocking her.
I activated it.
[Skill Activated Demonic Erection Level 5]
My cock pulsed with the pulse of hell itself. And when I brushed against her entrance again.
She gasped.
Visibly. Audibly.