November 8, 2025

The Incubus System Chapter 1323. Ravaged

I rubbed the tip again, slow and slick against her soaked entrance, letting the fat head nudge between her folds and coat itself in her slick warmth. I wanted it smooth. Gentle. No sudden shock. She deserved that much.

But my body? My body wanted to ruin her.

A low growl rolled from my chest, and I pushed in.

She moaned.

Oh, that moan.

Long. Sexy.

The kind of moan that came from the belly of someone finally touched the way she was supposed to be.

Her head snapped back against the pillow, mouth open in a gasp, and her body arched like she’d just been lit from the inside. My cock pushed into her inch by inch, spreading her slowly, stretching her just enough to draw those little whimpering gasps out of her lungs with every slide deeper.

"Holy… fuck…" she breathed, voice trembling.

Her walls clenched around me like they didn’t want to let go. Like she’d been waiting for this forever.

I wasn’t even halfway in yet.

“Shhh…” I murmured, licking a bead of sweat from her collarbone. “We’ve only just started.”

The heat inside her pulled at me, sucked me in. Her legs locked around my waist, heels pressing into my lower back like she couldn’t get enough. Like her body wanted to drag me all the way in and never let go.

"More… give me more," she whimpered. "Please, Damian—deeper—"

I smiled into her neck.

“Good girl.”

And I gave her what she asked for.

I sank in the rest of the way, slow but deep. Every inch pressed in like a promise. Her breath hitched. Her nails dug into my forearm. Her thighs twitched, hips rocking up to meet me.

We both groaned when I bottomed out. The pressure was intense. Hot. Wet. Her walls clenched tight around me like she was made to take me. Every pulse of her body made me throb harder.

"Fuck…" I hissed. "You feel… goddamn, you feel like sin itself."

She tried to speak, but the words melted into a moan when I rolled my hips, grinding into her slow. Just to let her feel how deep I was. How thick. How full.

Her eyes were wild now. Her mouth opened and closed like she wanted to curse me out and praise me at the same time.

"You okay?" I murmured, brushing some hair from her face.

She nodded, breathless.

"Yeah… I just… you feel so—big. So deep. I’m so full—"

Her voice cracked at the end. I kissed her cheek.

"Good," I said. "You’re supposed to be."

Then I pulled out.

Not all the way. Just enough.

And thrust back in.

Harder.

She gasped loudly. Like the air had been knocked out of her.

Her wrists flexed against my grip, but I held firm. Gentle. Dominant. Possessive.

"Stay still," I whispered, lips brushing her ear. "Let me take care of you."

I set a rhythm. Deep and slow. Dragging every thrust out just enough to make her feel the stretch, the pull, the ache. Then driving back in with enough force to make the bed shake, the headboard creak, and her toes curl tight.

Her cries turned to whimpers. Moans. Babbling.

“Damian, please—harder—faster—I need—”

“You’ll get it,” I growled, “when I say you’re ready.”

I sped up just a little. Just enough to keep her on that razor’s edge. Her pussy tightened around me so hard I had to grit my teeth to stop from losing it right there.

She was losing her mind beneath me.

“I’m gonna come,” she choked out, “I’m gonna—”

“No, you’re not,” I said darkly.

I slowed again.

She wailed.

Her whole body twisted under me, trying to chase the pleasure, but I held her down. Still gentle. Still warm. But firm. Unyielding.

“You’ll come,” I murmured, kissing her lips, “when I tell you to.”

She panted, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. That edge was so close. So goddamn close she could see it in front of her like a finish line—and I dragged her back from it. Again.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whimpered.

I kissed her again.

"Because you asked for the incubus."

And I shifted my hips and hit her just right.

Her scream could’ve shaken the walls.

I kept going. A steady rhythm. A pace meant to ruin.

And she was breaking.

Her voice was gone. Her body was boneless. But she still begged. Still cried out for more. Her moans got higher, more frantic, like every thrust shattered another piece of her.

I leaned back to watch.

Her tits bounced with every thrust, sweat dripping down the curve of her breasts. Her stomach flexed, hips rolling helplessly. Her eyes were unfocused now. She couldn’t even keep them open. Her mouth hung open in a soundless gasp.

She looked perfect.

Fucked.

Ravaged.

Mine.

And I wasn’t done yet.

I let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips instead, dragging her to the edge of the bed. She let out a startled whimper, but didn’t resist.

I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder, shifting the angle.

Then slammed into her.

Her scream echoed. Her whole body arched off the mattress. Her hand clawed at the sheets. Her pussy squeezed me so tight I almost lost control.

But I held on.

Barely.

"Come for me," I said, voice low, sharp, like a command.

And she did.

Her whole body shook. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream. Her eyes rolled back and her back bowed, thighs quivering around my hips.

I didn’t stop.

I kept fucking her through it. Making her ride the high while her body convulsed around me.

One orgasm. Two. Maybe three. I lost count.

But I wasn’t done.

Not even close.

My wings spread out behind me, glowing with a dark shimmer. My tail wrapped around her ankle, holding her still.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you scream my name.”

She barely had the strength to answer.

But her body said yes.

So I gave her exactly that.

Again.

And again.

Until her legs gave out.

Until her voice cracked.

Until her body begged me to stop with every tremble and every clench.

But I didn’t stop until I was sure—

Until every inch of her remembered what it meant to be taken by an incubus.