The Incubus System Chapter 1248. Payment IV
The Incubus System Chapter 1248. Payment IV
Her nails dug into the throne’s armrest so hard I swore I heard the silk groan.
“You didn’t think I’d give you a normal reward,” I said, smirking, voice low and velvet-drenched in heat. “Not after I made you this desperate…”
Her mouth opened, then closed. Her breath caught on the back of her throat like a glitch in her pride.
“B-But—” she stammered, and her own stammer betrayed her. The Spider Queen. At a loss for words.
I leaned in, lips brushing hers but not kissing—just close enough to drown her in breath and heat.
“Shh…” I whispered. “Just take it… like the demon queen you are. Squeeze me dry. Suck my load. All of it…”
She moaned.
The kind that wasn’t planned. Wasn’t elegant. Wasn’t meant to be heard by anyone but me.
And I groaned too—deep, ragged, primal—when I finally slid in.
Heat.
Tight.
Velvet sin and hellfire warmth wrapped around me instantly, so hot it made my eyes flutter closed for a moment. Her body took me like a curse she’d been waiting to reclaim. Her legs clamped around my waist again. Her moans trembled through my skin like magic gone unstable.
“F-f*ck—Damian—” she gasped, voice cracking, head thrown back. “You’re… you’re gonna…”
Her words dissolved. Because I moved.
Slow. Deep. Just once.
And her scream echoed.
A raw, honest scream that slammed into the walls and ricocheted through every enchanted web like a struck harp.
“Ahhh—ahhnn!! You—nghh—it’s too—!”
“Too much?” I asked darkly, thrusting again.
She choked on another moan. Her nails scratched the back of my shoulder blades like she was trying to climb her way back into herself but couldn’t. Her body tightened again, slick and soaked, dripping down my length like she’d already surrendered.
And maybe she had.
But I didn’t let up.
I grabbed her hips tighter, pinned her down into the throne’s velvet, and moved. Deeper. Stronger. The kind of rhythm that didn’t ask permission. The kind that said ‘I’m home. This is mine.’
“You’re mine,” I growled into her ear.
Her spider limbs were everywhere now—three of them tangled around the chaise, one slamming against the wall like a heartbeat that needed anchoring. Two more looped around my torso, desperate to keep me in.
Her voice cracked again when I hit her just right.
“Ahhh—Damian—don’t stop—don’t you fucking dare stop!”
My breath hitched. Not because I was close—but because she was.
I could feel it in her body. The tension. The wild flex of muscles. The desperation curling into her breath.
I kissed her throat. “Not yet.”
She whimpered. “I’m—gonna—”
“No. Hold it. I want to feel you come. On my command.”
She moaned again, louder, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
My fingers slid between us, just enough to circle her again. Pressure. Light. Cruel. The kind that made her writhe.
“Damian—!”
“Say it again,” I said.
She didn’t need clarification. She knew.
“I’m yours,” she sobbed. “I’m your queen—your prey—anything—just please—”
My body tensed, fire building in my core.
The throne itself was shaking. Web threads snapped and reformed with every thrust.
I leaned down, mouth against her ear again, whispering between each stroke.
“Now,” I said. “Come for me.”
And she did.
Her scream shattered the room’s stillness. Her back arched so hard I thought she might snap in half. Her walls clenched, they clenched like a vice, milking every inch of me, pulling me in deeper.
I didn’t hold back.
I buried myself to the hilt.
Groaned so low and loud it sounded like thunder crawling through hell.
And then I came.
Hot. Deep. Endless.
Ting
[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]
[You have gained EXP!]
I emptied into her, hips twitching, body trembling, every drop claimed and sealed by her flesh. Her body took it all. Sucked it all. Like she was starving for it.
She didn’t moan anymore.
She just gasped.
Soft little broken gasps. Shaky breaths.
Her limbs were limp now. Still wrapped around me, but trembling. Weak. Satisfied.
When I finally collapsed onto her—just enough to rest against her body without crushing her—she didn’t push me off.
She held me. Like I was both the weapon and the wound.
Silence came after that. But it wasn’t empty.
It was heavy. Full. Tangled in heat and heartbeat and silk-scented sin.
And then… her voice.
Weak. Soft. Honest.
“…That was… a level five?”
I chuckled into her shoulder. “Yeah.”
“F*ck…” she whispered. “I might die next time.”
I kissed her collarbone, still panting. “Then I guess you’d better start training.”
She let out a tired laugh—gorgeous and wrecked and smug all at once. Her chest was still rising in uneven waves under me, her skin flushed in reds and deep violets from magic and bruised lust.
Her nails dragged lightly down my back, lazy now, like she was claiming territory she’d already scorched. One of her spider legs twitched like it had short-circuited.
“If this is what you call a reward,” she murmured, lips brushing my jaw, “remind me to never demand you a reward again.”
“Too late,” I said, nipping at her throat.
“That wasn’t a reward, that was an assassination.”
“Assassination I did for you.” I bit gently again, making her gasp. “Still counts.”
“Ugh.” She sighed dramatically, but her fingers were still tangled in my hair. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re still leaking,” I whispered into her ear.
Her entire body jolted. “Y-you—!”
“I can feel it,” I growled, slowly dragging my hips again just to make her squirm. “Your body’s still swallowing me.”
She hissed—half outrage, half arousal. “You’re the worst.”
“Mmhm,” I agreed smugly, “and yet here you are. Wrapped around me. Still wet. Still twitching. Still trying to pretend you’re not addicted.”
She went silent. Her eyes flicked away. Her breath shivered.
Then—she tried to shift. Tried to pull back just slightly, as if she needed to reclaim the last shred of her royal composure. Maybe stretch. Maybe tease. Maybe pretend she wasn’t melted like a debuffed villainess in my arms.
But I didn’t let her go.
My hand caught her wrist.
And I whispered, darker this time…
“I’m not done yet.”