The Incubus System Chapter 1322. You Want Release

The Incubus System Chapter 1322. You Want Release

I didn’t respond. Just watched her.

The way her body kept trying to move closer. The way she lifted her hips without even realizing it. How her breath stuttered each time my tail hovered, then whimpered each time I pulled back.

She was chasing it.

Chasing me.

My smirk returned, low and dark.

She didn’t even know she was begging yet.

So I dipped again, barely inside this time. Just enough to part her folds. Let her feel the warm, thick pressure of the tip. The promise. The absence of satisfaction.

Then I pulled back.

She cried out. Loud.

A sound ripped from her chest like it had been waiting there for hours.

Her legs shook. Her eyes clenched shut.

And her hips lifted again, trying to follow, to pull me back in. But my tail was already gone, hovering just out of reach.

“Painful, isn’t it?” I said, voice velvet and smoke.

Her mouth dropped open. She was panting now.

“Put it in…” she whispered. “Please…”

I tilted my head.

“What was that?”

“Put it in,” she gasped again. “Damian—put it in, please, I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” I said softly. “I still want to play with you.”

I leaned over her, one hand slipping up to cup her cheek, brushing my thumb across her parted lips.

“You want relief. You want release.” I kissed her throat again, biting gently. “But what I want?” I pulled back just enough to look down at her again. “I want to watch you fall apart first.”

And she was so close.

I could feel it in the way her legs trembled, in the heat coming off her skin, in how wet she was slick and warm, every pulse of her heart pushing her further into that molten, helpless need.

I moved my tail again, letting it drag along her entrance. Let her feel the shape of it. The slow trace of pressure. The whisper of what she wanted so badly she could barely breathe.

But I didn’t give it to her.

Not yet.

Instead, I leaned in, kissed her again—slow, deep, possessive.

And while our lips were tangled, I whispered against her mouth, “You still haven’t said it loud enough.”

She moaned into the kiss, voice trembling.

“I want you,” she breathed. “I want your cock, I want all of you—please, Damian, I need it, I need you so bad…”

I chuckled, low and dark. My tongue slid across her bottom lip.

“That’s better.”

And my tail dipped again.

Just enough to make her cry out loud, helpless, a sound ripped from somewhere she couldn’t control.

But still not enough to give her what she wanted.

She was shaking now.

Sweat glistened on her chest, her thighs, the curve of her stomach. Every muscle pulled tight, like her body was trying to climb toward mine without ever moving from the ropes.

I lowered my head between her thighs again, breathing in her heat.

She tensed, hips lifting, trying to close the distance.

“Easy,” I murmured, voice muffled against her skin.

“You’ll break before I’m done with you.”

Then I pressed a kiss, slow and deep, just below her center.

Her whole body jolted.

A choked moan tore from her throat.

Her toes curled.

Her head tipped back, mouth open, eyes rolling up like she was losing control of every thought she had left.

I didn’t rush.

I kissed her again.

And again.

Soft, deliberate kisses that made her thighs clench around my head and her breath catch like every exhale was being stolen.

When I finally licked her, she nearly sobbed.

Not fast.

Not rough.

Just slow, hungry strokes of my tongue that dragged from one trembling edge to the other.

Her hips moved without permission, like her body had its own instincts, like pleasure had taken over her spine and wiped out every civilized part of her.

“Damian… Hnn… Damian, please—” her voice cracked into a whisper.

I pulled back just long enough to look at her.

Her lips were parted, eyes glossy, cheeks red, hair stuck to her face. She looked wrecked already.

Beautifully wrecked.

“You want more?” I asked softly.

She nodded, frantic, completely gone.

Her tongue slid out when she tried to speak.

Her whole body trembled.

That made something deep in me tighten.

Not just lust.

Possession.

I leaned forward, one hand braced on the mattress, the other stroking slow circles on her hip.

“You’re ready for something stronger,” I murmured.

My aura shifted, pressure flooding the room in a heat that felt physical, like the air thickened around us. The bedframe creaked beneath us, shadows curling at the edges of my wings.

Her eyes widened at the change in me. She felt it.

Her voice was barely a breath.

“What… what are you doing…?”

I smiled, slow and dangerous.

“Showing you what it feels like when I stop holding back.”

‘Demonic Erection lv 5.’

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes fluttered.

She couldn’t look away from my cock. It was big, and it had been such a long time since she last enjoyed him. That heavy, throbbing weight, slick and gleaming at the tip, brushing just barely against the entrance I’d been teasing all this time. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something...beg again, maybe, but all that came out was this little broken sound. Desperate. Raw.

"You wanted the incubus…" I whispered against her thigh, my voice slow and deliberate, the words like heat on her skin.

"Now enjoy him."

Her thighs trembled around my hips. Every inch of her was flushed, sweat-slicked, glowing with that kind of fucked-out heat that made her glow like starlight under hellfire.

I leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"You’ve been such a good girl," I whispered, my hand sliding up to pin both her wrists above her head. She didn’t resist. Couldn’t. Her body was jelly beneath me, trembling and need-drunk, her eyes glassy with need.

"You took all my teasing… all that build-up…" I kissed her temple, slow and soft. "Let’s see how long you last now that you’ve got what you begged for."