[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (1). You’re Teasing Me…
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (1). You’re Teasing Me…
It was a good round.
Okay. Rounds. Plural.
The kind that left the bed soaked, the air thick, the sheets a crime scene of sweat, spit, and lust. I was breathing heavier than I’d admit. Her thighs? Covered. Marked. Glazed with cum like some divine offering had been poured over her skin.
She was sprawled out across the mattress like a fox sacrificed on an altar of her own undoing. Hair messy, ears twitching faintly, tails limp and satisfied, but still curling like they weren’t ready to let go. And her body? Trembling slightly even now. Red marks on her hips and inner thighs, evidence of all the times I gripped too hard. Bite marks up her collarbone, one across her shoulder. A few claw lines on me, too. We’d both gotten a little… wild.
Foxy wasn’t even pretending anymore.
Her character? Broken. Forgotten. The cruel heiress role dissolved into pure spoiled demoness.
“Master~” she purred behind me, arms wrapping around my waist before I could even stand up fully. Her chest pressed against my back, sticky skin on skin. Her breath tickled my shoulder, soft and hot.
I paused, one foot off the bed.
Naked. Sweaty. Seconds away from dragging my legs to the bathroom to finally get clean.
But nope.
She clung tighter.
“Hey,” I muttered, not even turning around. “I need to go. I’m sticky. You can’t just kidnap me like this.”
She nuzzled into me. “But I did already~”
“I swear, the others are gonna be mad.”
“Nuh uh.” She pouted. I didn’t need to look to feel it. “Let them wait. I don’t want you to leave yet.”
“Foxy…”
“One more round?” she whispered. “Just one more. Please?”
Her voice went all innocent. It wasn’t. We both knew it wasn’t. Especially with the way her fingers slid down my abs and dangerously close to lower territory.
“This naughty little fox wants you to touch her more.”
I turned my head, finally facing her. She was flushed, smirking, eyes hazy with satisfaction and greed. She knew what she was doing. Of course she did.
“Until you’re satisfied,” she added with a playful nip at my shoulder.
I chuckled. Dark. Still very turned on.
“You can’t satisfy an incubus like me, Foxy.”
She blinked. “Wanna bet?”
I didn’t answer.
I just spun around.
Grabbed her by the waist.
Kissed her.
Hard.
She gasped into it, lips parting automatically, and my tongue slipped in, curling against hers, moving with slow, filthy purpose. Her moan vibrated into my mouth as my hands roamed again. One pinched her nipple, already sensitive, already sore. She flinched, whimpered, shivered in my arms.
The other hand?
Found her ear.
That fluffy, twitchy, ridiculously overreactive fox ear.
I stroked it lightly. Then pinched the base.
She squeaked.
I pulled back from the kiss just long enough to smirk.
A slick string of saliva connected our tongues, stretched between us like a leash.
Her lips were kiss-swollen and her eyes rolled halfway back like I’d electrocuted her soul.
I whispered, “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
She tried to catch her breath.
“You’re teasing me…”
I kissed her again, this time slow. Deep. Lingering.
Then pulled away and slapped her ass playfully with a wet smack.
“You love it.”
She pouted again. “But—”
“No.” I sat up, finally getting both feet on the floor. “I need to go now.”
She slumped dramatically, tails flopping over the edge of the bed in defeat.
“But you’re so warm…”
“And sticky,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “I’m literally dripping sweat and sin. The scent of sex is going to stick on me like perfume.”
Her voice came out small. Too cute. “Is that bad?”
I turned and gave her a deadpan look.
She grinned, stretching like a cat, not even trying to cover herself. “It’s not like they’ll be surprised.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Still. There are rules. You can’t just hold me hostage in here.”
“Then don’t be so addicting.”
“I’m an incubus, Foxy.”
“Exactly,” she said, grinning wider.
I leaned over, kissed her one last time on the cheek, and whispered, “We’ll have our next session. Just not now.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Can I mark it on the sex schedule?”
“Tell it to Pearl.”
“But—”
“No,” I said again, standing up and finally walking toward the bathroom. “Be nice now. Try not to rub it in the others’ faces.”
“I’m covered in your cum.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
I paused in the doorway, glanced over my shoulder.
She was glowing.
Happy.
Flushed.
Fucked-out.
Fox-tailed trouble wrapped in soft sheets and smugness.
Yeah.
I rolled my shoulders, finally free from the vice grip of her fluffy limbs and sultry clinginess. My body was still pulsing with the afterglow, muscles tight, nerves buzzing, but my job was done. For now. I made it to the bathroom, the floor cool under my feet, and stepped into the steam. The water hit me like a spell, hot, relentless, scrubbing the scent of Foxy’s sweat and sex off my skin. I ran my hands through my hair, let the heat burn away the last traces of her moans still echoing in my skull.
I exhaled hard. Let it all drain.
Then, one snap.
‘Demon’s Clothes.’
The steam coiled around my legs, then shimmered as cloth wrapped itself over my body. I looked at myself in the mirror once. Smirked.
Back to work.
I stepped out of the bathroom, flicked my fingers once more, and in a shimmer of shadows…
I teleported.
And landed smack in the middle of the living room.
Silence.
Every girl turned to look at me.
“You surely took your time, Ethan,” Pearl greeted me. Her smug smile on her face.
I huffed. “Yeah. To be honest, she is a bit wild today. I wonder why?”
Diamond took a seat beside me, leaning toward my ear. “Well~ Maybe she missed you. I mean, this kind of party is rare for us.”