The Incubus System Chapter 1321. Tail and Arousal

The Incubus System Chapter 1321. Tail and Arousal

I pulled back just slightly to admire her.

Her body glistened, heat rising off her in waves. I could smell it... her need, her ache. That rich scent of sweat and arousal, cut with Ivy’s fading pheromones, all tangled up in the sheets and air.

Yeah. It was a nice scene.

The kind that didn’t need a script.

I leaned in again, brushing my mouth against her sternum, then down, tongue flicking teasingly across the swell of her breast. She gasped, her back arching instinctively. I dragged one hand up, cupping her breast slowly, letting my thumb roll gently over her nipple.

Her breath hitched.

I smiled against her skin, voice low and warm.

“You’re too sensitive tonight…”

Camila whimpered. “I can’t help it.”

“You don’t need to.” I kissed her again, lower now, right where her ribs met the curve of her waist. My other hand slid down between her thighs, fingers brushing through soft heat, not pressing, just teasing.

Her whole body twitched. Her wrists pulled at the rope.

Every touch made her melt a little more.

And I hadn’t even started playing yet.

I tightened my tail just a little around her ankle and let it slowly trail up her calf… then her thigh. Smooth. Coiling. Deliberate.

Then I flicked it.

A light smack. Just the sound of it sent a tremor through her.

“Ah,” she gasped—eyes wide, lips parted. Her whole body jolted.

Then she moaned.

Low. Embarrassed. Wrecked.

I grinned against her skin. “That wasn’t even hard.”

“I—” she swallowed. “It’s the build-up. You… you’re doing something to me.”

“Am I?” I whispered as my finger finally circled her folds, barely pressing. Just brushing. Just ghosting. She clenched, instantly.

“Damian…”

I let the tip of my finger slip in—not deep. Just enough to taste how ready she was. My other hand still played with her breast, flicking her nipple slowly between my fingers. Her whole body twitched with each movement, like she couldn’t decide which part of her to focus on.

My tail lifted again and smacked her thigh. Firmer.

“Ah!” she yelped this time.

Then moaned harder.

I chuckled softly. “You like that?”

Her head turned to the side, lips trembling, breath ragged. She nodded.

“Say it,” I murmured, dragging my tongue up her throat now. “I want to hear it.”

“I like it,” she whispered. “It feels so good. Different. Too much.”

I smiled.

My fingers worked a little deeper now, slowly circling her clit with practiced, wicked rhythm. My hand on her chest tightened gently, massaging, twisting, coaxing.

“You’re so responsive tonight,” I whispered. “So needy. So easy to play with.”

She squirmed beneath me, wrists pulling against the silk restraints. Her thighs kept closing around my wrist. Her whole body tensed and trembled with every flick of my fingers and every strike of my tail.

And every time I paused?

She whimpered.

Yeah.

She wasn’t just turned on.

She was burning.

Not just in her body, but her mind, her soul. That part of her that missed me when I wasn’t around. That part of her that waited and wondered and ached every time I disappeared into the demon realm or war or strategy.

And right now?

She didn’t want gentleness.

She wanted presence. Power. Pressure.

So I gave her more.

Another flick of my tail, lower now, a soft slap against the underside of her thigh.

Another swirl of my finger. A firmer twist of her nipple.

She choked on a moan, toes curling. Her eyes flew open, glassy and desperate.

“You’re getting close,” I whispered into her mouth.

She nodded fast. “I don’t—don’t stop—”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

I leaned down and kissed her again, slow and deep. My tongue rolled against hers, stealing her next moan right from her throat. She kissed me back like her life depended on it, like she could drink me and still need more.

I pulled away just enough to speak, brushing our noses together.

“Tell me again,” I whispered.

Her voice cracked.

“I missed you…”

I rubbed tighter, faster.

She cried out, barely able to speak now.

“I missed you so much, Damian. So much it hurt. I—” She gasped as my tail spanked her again. “I need you. I need all of you.”

My heart beat a little heavier at that.

And yeah. I felt it too.

That knot behind my ribs.

That ache that wasn’t just hunger or lust or instinct.

It was hers.

The part of her that trusted me with her body, her voice, her walls… and wanted to be seen in return.

I slowed down. Not to tease. But to hold her there. Right at the edge. Eyes locked. My fingers moving just enough to keep her trembling, aching, burning, needing.

Then I licked a slow line down her throat again and smiled against her pulse.

“Now let’s see if you can take everything.”

She was a mess beneath me. Camila’s body couldn’t stay still anymore—arching, twitching, squirming like her skin had become too tight, like she was trying to crawl inside me with just her breath. Her legs clenched, then opened, then clenched again. Her hands strained in the restraints, muscles in her thighs fluttering from how close she was... how long she’d been left to simmer.

And her eyes?

Those were the worst part.

Wide. Desperate. Obsessive.

Like I was the only person she’d ever wanted and right now I was standing between her and salvation.

I watched her for a moment. Just breathing.

Then my tail moved.

Slowly.

It uncoiled from her ankle, trailing up the inside of her leg, slick, warm, firm and smooth. She flinched, sucked in a breath, her head rolling back against the pillows.

It slid higher. Past her knee. Her thigh.

Until the tip hovered just above the slick heat between her legs.

She held her breath.

Her whole body froze.

Then my tail dipped.

Barely. Just a nudge of the tip against her folds. A warm stroke along that soaked, sensitive seam.

She gasped.

Her hips jerked like a jolt had gone through her spine.

My tail retreated.

Then circled again. Pressed. Slid between, then back out. Teasing. Threatening. Never giving.

“Damian…” she moaned, breath ragged.