The Incubus System Chapter 1326. Make Me Lose It
The Incubus System Chapter 1326. Make Me Lose It
“Fck, Damian,” she breathed, hips stuttering. “You feel too good. I can’t—hhnnn—can’t stop—”
“You don’t have to,” I said through gritted teeth. “Keep going. Ride me until you break.”
“Oh no,” she laughed breathlessly. “You’re the one getting broken tonight.”
And then she leaned forward again, one hand braced on my chest while the other reached behind her, grabbing my thigh to hold herself steady and she started moving faster.
Harder.
Her rhythm turned into something carnal.
A wild, bouncing, moaning mess of heat and friction. Her pussy slapped down onto my cock again and again, soaking both of us with the mess she was making. I felt her slick running down my balls, her thighs shaking as she lost control of the pace she tried to keep.
But she didn’t stop.
Even as her moans got louder.
Even as her breath came in ragged gasps.
Even as her body trembled like she was on the edge of a second orgasm.
She kept going.
She wanted to break me?
Fck.
She was close.
The sound. The heat. The look in her eyes when she opened them to watch me squirm beneath her. I pulled at the belt out of reflex, my muscles twitching. My jaw clenched.
“Damn it…” I growled. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”
She grinned, sweat dripping from her chin.
“That’s the goal.”
Her thighs slapped against my sides, the whole bed shaking now. The headboard hit the wall with every thrust, the wet squelch of our bodies colliding echoing off the walls like a chorus.
I couldn’t hold still.
My hips thrust up into her, meeting her every bounce with a surge of power. She gasped, her back arching, and suddenly the rhythm turned into a war. She rode me like a wild thing and I fought back like a beast in heat.
“You’re not riding a damn horse,” I gasped.
“You sure?” she moaned. “You’re bucking like one—fck—”
I laughed, breathless and wrecked.
“Well, maybe,” I said, thrusting harder, “I’m a wild horse in fucking heat.”
She lost it.
Her laugh broke into a moan, her hands clawing at my chest again as her orgasm hit her hard. Her thighs clamped down. Her walls pulsed and milked me with a heat so intense I couldn’t stop myself from cursing out loud.
“Shit—gonna come—”
She locked eyes with me, panting, grinning, trembling.
“Then fucking come.”
I thrust up once more. Deep. Hard.
And exploded inside her.
-Ting!
[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]
[You have gained EXP!]
My cock twitched violently as wave after wave of cum filled her already soaked pussy. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as she felt it, the pressure, the warmth, the stretch. She leaned back slightly, her stomach rising and falling with every pulse of pleasure.
We stayed like that for a moment.
Frozen.
Sweaty.
Connected in every way.
Then she slumped forward, breath still shaky, but eyes full of victory.
“Told you,” she whispered. “I’d break you.”
I huffed out a breath, still panting, arms tied above my head.
“Yeah well,” I said, “you broke me… and I fucking loved it.”
She giggled.
I smiled.
And neither of us moved.
Her hips were still resting against mine, warm and soaked, her skin slick with sweat and satisfaction. Her wrists had faint red lines where she tied herself earlier, but the belt had already been flung aside, tossed somewhere during the chaos of me deciding I didn’t care about being ‘broken’ if it meant getting ridden into oblivion.
My arms slid around her waist. Tight. Possessive. I pulled her down onto my chest, burying my face in her tangled hair. She smelled like lust and victory and something soft underneath, something familiar. The scent of someone who actually gave a shit about me. Not the incubus. Not the title. Just… me.
She tried to lift her head. “Damian.”
“Shh,” I muttered into her hair, holding tighter.
“Damian,” she said again, laughing now, breathless. “You have to get back. The game’s still going.”
“True,” I said… and didn’t move an inch. Instead, I snuggled closer, letting my nose trace along the side of her neck. She gave the tiniest shiver and squeak, but I caught her hips again before she could crawl off.
“Hey!” she squawked softly, slapping my shoulder, though there wasn’t an ounce of force behind it.
“Just a bit,” I murmured, voice warm and low. “I have everything under control.”
She lifted her head finally and raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, under control? You’ve been in here for an hour.”
I grinned, tilting my head so she could see how unbothered I was. “I have teleportation.”
She blinked.
“I don’t need to walk anywhere. I just need to think,” I said, tapping the side of my head with a smug little smirk. “Remember? You all know I’m a demon now.”
She narrowed her eyes, but her mouth twitched.
“Fine,” she said, flopping back down on my chest, letting her weight sink into me. “Only a bit longer.”
“Good,” I whispered, kissing the crown of her head. “You’re warm.”
“I’m sweaty.”
“Same thing.”
She giggled again, this time quieter. Her fingers played lazily on my stomach, tracing shapes and half-letters. I kissed her forehead, her cheek, then her lips—slow, deep, the kind of kiss that said everything I didn’t have words for right now. She kissed me back, just as deep.
When I finally pulled away, I brushed my nose against hers.
“Now,” I whispered. “I have to go.”
She sighed dramatically, rolling off me and flopping onto the bed like a goddess descending from her throne.
“Don’t forget,” she said, looking at me with those eyes that always saw too much. “We do all of this for you. The game. The setup. The outfits. The rules. You don’t have to follow them. Feel free to change them. Make yourself happy, Damian.”
That hit.
Right in the center of my chest.