The Incubus System Chapter 1263. Wetter

The Incubus System Chapter 1263. Wetter

I looked down at her.

“So,” I said, voice low, “should I put it in?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

I smirked.

“No, wait…”

I reached back and activated it.

[Demonic Erection Lv 5 Activated.]

Yeah.

It grew.

Thicker. Longer.

Pulsing with magic and raw power, veined with dark light.

Syntyche’s eyes widened.

She actually froze for a second—mouth open, pupils blown wide.

“You need a bigger reward,” I said, voice husky.

Her gaze locked on it like it owed her money.

“…Wait,” she said. “Wait.”

I tilted my head. “What? Chicken out?”

She growled and pushed me back.

“I said wait, not run.”

Her hands wrapped around me, both of them, like she was bracing herself for a challenge. She stroked once—slow—like measuring it. Then again, faster this time, her thumb teasing the top.

“I want to ride this,” she said, breath shaking but voice firm.

“Fully.”

She looked up at me with heat in her eyes.

“To the base.”

A pause.

“I want to swallow this.”

I stared at her.

Then gave her that grin—the cocky, reckless, ruin-me-if-you-can one.

“Try it.”

And she did.

She swung her leg over my waist with that spider grace of hers, planting her palms on my chest as she aligned herself—mouth open, eyes fierce, power thrumming in every breath.

“Don’t hold back,” I said. “I want to feel you take it.”

“Oh, you will,” she whispered.

She sank down slowly—so slowly I could feel every hot inch being welcomed. Her lips parted in a moan as her body stretched to fit me, slick walls clenching around me like I belonged there.

And maybe I did.

Her nails dug into my chest.

She tossed her hair back.

And kept going.

Deeper.

And deeper.

And—

“Hahhh—” she gasped. “It’s—f*ck—you’re in—”

“All the way,” I groaned. “You took it.”

And she had.

To the hilt.

To the base.

She sat there for a moment—shaking slightly, biting her lip as she adjusted to the stretch.

I was already twitching inside her, and she could feel it.

I could feel her pulse all around me.

Tight. Warm. Wet.

Her folds throbbed, hugging me like they knew this was exactly what we both wanted.

“You feel insane,” I whispered.

She grinned, kissed me hard, and whispered back—

“I’m just getting started.”

And so was I.

She didn’t move right away.

Not because she couldn’t—but because she knew.

Knew exactly how that moment of stillness—her seated fully on me, our bodies locked together—would drive me insane.

My hands were gripping her thighs, and I could feel her pulse through them. Every heartbeat echoed through our connection.

Warm. Wet. Clenched tight.

And her folds—

Holy Hell.

They fluttered around me.

Tensed. Relaxed. Tensed again.

It was like her body couldn’t decide whether to pull me in deeper or push me over the edge immediately.

The heat was unreal.

Like her walls were trying to drink me in, like she was already halfway to milking me dry and we hadn’t even started moving yet.

She shifted just slightly.

I twitched.

Hard.

Her eyes gleamed.

“Still with me?”

I nodded, jaw tight. “Barely.”

And then she moved.

Slow.

Down a few centimeters.

Then up.

Then back down.

It was like watching something divine in motion.

Her pace was sinfully patient—like she wanted to feel every inch of me each time. Like she was teasing herself on purpose just to hear the low, broken sounds I made in response.

And help me, it was working.

“F*ck,” I muttered under my breath.

She leaned forward slightly, bracing a hand on my chest, her other palm sliding up to cup the side of my face.

“You’re throbbing,” she whispered.

“I know,” I groaned. “You’re squeezing the soul out of me.”

Her smirk turned smug, but it didn’t last.

Because I reached up—palmed her breasts again—and ran my thumbs over her nipples just as she dropped down harder.

She gasped.

Her back arched.

And then she started to move.

Rhythm now.

Real rhythm.

She rode me like she’d done it a hundred times, like her hips had memorized the exact angle and grind that made me buck beneath her.

And maybe they had.

Because this wasn’t new.

This was the continuation of everything we’d done.

From the teasing.

From the way I’d made her desperate for me before we even got Bloodrender.

I’d had my hands on her for hours before we ever got here.

My fingers.

My tongue.

My tail.

And her body remembered all of it.

She was soaked—completely.

Every grind made a lewd, wet sound that filled the room, mixing with our panting, the creak of the bed, the occasional growl she let slip as she clenched harder.

“I can’t,” she whispered at one point, her head thrown back. “You feel so deep it’s like—you’re in my f*cking stomach.”

“Want me to stop?” I asked, voice tight, teasing.

She looked down.

Dark eyes.

Wicked smile.

“If you stop, I’ll kill you.”

That’s fair.

She bounced harder.

The pressure was insane now.

Every thrust from her drove me deeper, pushed us to the edge of total overload.

My grip on her hips tightened.

I pulled her down harder—matching her thrusts now.

She gasped.

A real, shaken sound.

Her hair flew around her shoulders, sweat clinging to her collarbones, and those threads of magic around her arms shimmered with heat.

“I’m gonna—” she choked, grinding instead of bouncing now, her hips rolling in a circle that made my vision blur.

“You close?” I asked, voice rough.

She just nodded, mouth slack, eyes glassy.

And I watched her.

Every inch of her.

Her skin flushed.

Her chest rising and falling.

Her thighs trembling.

Her nails digging into my forearms now.

And yeah—

I’d never wanted to lose control so bad.

I felt like want to go no brainer mode.

But I held.

Barely.