The Incubus System Chapter 1250. Fill Me!
The Incubus System Chapter 1250. Fill Me!
One of her hands tried to grab mine. The one teasing her.
I didn’t let her.
I pinned it to her thigh.
And circled her folds again.
Slower.
Slicker.
She gasped.
“I hate you—” she choked out.
I kissed her temple. “No you don’t.”
“I should!” she sobbed, pushing her hips against my fingers. “You’re a monster—”
“And you love monsters,” I purred, sliding my tail just a little deeper. “You keep begging for them.”
She moaned—deep and guttural.
I smiled.
“Beg again,” I whispered.
“…Damian…”
“Say it properly.”
She whined. Then—
“Please,” she breathed. “Please give me your cock. I need it. I need to be filled again. I want to feel it. Please…”
I growled softly.
And still didn’t give it.
I leaned down, kissed the curve of her throat, and let my fingers toy with her folds like I had all eternity.
Because I did.
And she was mine.
Syntyche shivered.
Not from fear. Not even from overstimulation—though her body twitched and twitched and twitched again—but from need. Pure, helpless, maddening need. Like every touch of my fingers on her soaked folds rewired her brain into a single burning signal.
‘More!’
Her voice cracked into a sob-laced moan.
"Damian…"
It wasn’t a complaint.
It was a prayer.
She moved—barely. Limped, really. Her body trembled like an unstrung instrument, but she shifted herself on my lap, her hips rolling forward just enough to grind herself against me. Her hole was slick, pulsing, twitching even without touch now. The mess between her thighs glistened across my palm like honey from a crushed fruit.
She was soaked in sweat. Damp hair sticking to her neck. Lips red from biting. Skin flushed with heat that made my wings shiver.
But—she moved.
Even in her wrecked state, she moved.
Crawled into position like a woman lost in worship.
One hand on my thigh. One on my shoulder. Her legs tried to open wider, failed, twitched, tried again.
She whispered again, a breathless gasp—
"Please..."
I didn’t speak.
I just activated it again.
[Skill Activated Demonic Erection Level 5]
A hum rippled through my lower body like the core of Hell itself pulsing with want. My length grew again—thicker, longer, denser. Power surged to meet her, like we were built to fit in a way no mortal sin could explain.
She moaned at the change—felt it before it even entered her.
“Damian—” she gasped, her legs shaking violently, one spider limb scraping against the marble floor as she tried to brace herself.
I grinned.
“Ready?” I whispered.
She didn’t answer.
She arched.
And I drove in.
Slow. Deep. Relentless.
At the same time—my tail curled forward again.
The base of it pulsed as I bent it perfectly into place, and I pushed it back into her rear as I filled her in front.
Double penetration.
She screamed.
Loud. Raw. Real.
Her body went rigid—and then melted instantly. Her back arched, her breath shattered, and her fingers clenched my arms like she needed to hold onto something real in the middle of an explosion.
Her walls sucked me in like a living, starving thing.
Like her body didn’t want me—it needed me.
My cock pressed every inch of her from the inside while my tail curled up her back entrance and writhed with steady, pulsing strokes. She wasn’t just filled. She was claimed.
“Ah—ah—ahhhh!” she sobbed. “Damian—I—I can’t—!”
“Yes, you can,” I growled into her hair. “You will.”
I moved.
My hands gripped her waist and pulled her back.
Her body slammed into me, and the sound of skin against skin echoed through the chamber like clapping thunder wrapped in lust.
Her breasts bounced—flushed and sensitive and mine.
I grabbed them. Squeezed. Rubbed. Rolled her nipples between my thumbs until her moans turned to gasps and back again.
I loved when she was hypersensitive.
Every squeeze. Every brush of my fingers. Every flick of my thumb made her tremble like she was unraveling all over again.
And still—I moved.
Deep.
Deeper.
Slow, punishing thrusts that made her breath hitch every time I bottomed out.
My tail moved too.
Perfect rhythm.
Tighter. Fuller. More.
Syntyche had her head thrown back now. Her mouth open. Her eyes unfocused. She wasn’t speaking anymore. She was singing in broken moans.
I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t.
Her body clung to me like silk spun from desperation. Her insides milked every inch of me like she wanted my soul through my cock.
And I felt it.
Not just pleasure—pressure. Like a dam cracking under heat. Like lightning building in my spine, my hips, my core. Every time I thrust, it was a storm—pleasure so thick it made my thoughts scatter like ash.
Her heat wrapped around me like molten velvet, wet and warm and trembling with need. My breath hitched, mouth parted, every nerve burning.
She was dripping. Moaning. Grinding. And I was groaning like a beast losing control. My tail pulsed inside her, my hands squeezed her breasts tighter, and I felt it—
I was close.
So was she.
And we were going to fall together.
I grunted. The rhythm picked up.
“Say it,” I growled.
“Yours—!” she cried. “I’m yours—!”
“Say what you want.”
“Your s-seed—” she sobbed. “I want it—I need it—! Fill me!”
My mouth found her neck again, and I bit—not hard, just enough to anchor her.
And then I drove in—fast. Deep. Hard.
Her whole body shattered.
Her limbs flexed, then collapsed.
And I came.
Thick. Violent. Deep inside her, pumping with heat that overflowed down her thighs and over my lap.
We came together.
Her scream.
My groan.
Our release crashing like thunder and flame through the tangled bed of silk and sweat and magic.
Ting
[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]
[You have gained EXP!]
My eyes fluttered half-closed as I collapsed backward onto the throne again, breathing hard, my arms around her limp, shaking body.
She collapsed forward, but I held her upright on my lap. Her face rested on my shoulder. Her chest heaved. Her thighs twitched. My seed dripped between us like molten silver and honey.
She trembled once more.
And whispered—
“I hate… how good you are at this…”