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February 6, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1379. Giving Up Control

The Incubus System Chapter 1379. Giving Up Control

I guided her down slowly, inch by inch, the head of my shaft pressing between her slick folds. She was already wet, heat radiating off her body, thighs trembling as she felt me slide against her. My hands were firm on her hips, thumbs digging in just enough to remind her I wasn’t asking.

Her breath stuttered when I pushed inside.

Slow. Deep. Unforgiving.

The sound she made… it echoed. A soft, broken moan that bounced off tile and porcelain, swallowed by steam. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she sank down fully, hips settling against mine, breasts pressed to my chest, nipples dragging across my skin as her whole body shuddered.

“Oh—” she whispered, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Ethan…”

I chuckled low, satisfied, one hand sliding up her spine, the other gripping her ass under the water. “Careful,” I said. “You’re the one who walked in naked.”

She trembled when I rolled my hips just slightly, filling her again, deeper this time. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she rocked forward, testing the movement, breath hitching with every slow grind.

“You feel that?” I murmured near her ear. “That’s you giving up control.”

She whimpered softly, hips starting to move on their own now, slow, needy circles that made the water slosh rhythmically. Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, nipples hard and sensitive, brushing my chest over and over.

I leaned back against the tub, letting her ride me, watching her face as she lost herself inch by inch. Her lips were parted, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed deep pink from heat and want. Every time she sank down, she bit her lip like she was trying not to make noise.

“Don’t hold it in,” I said, fingers sliding up to pinch one nipple between thumb and forefinger. She cried out immediately, back arching, hips stuttering.

“Ethan—!” Her voice cracked, loud and unrestrained.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Let them hear you.”

She rode me harder now, desperation bleeding through every movement. Her hands slid down my chest, nails dragging, then braced on my abs as she leaned forward, grinding herself down on me like she needed it to breathe.

I thrust up to meet her, slow at first, then deeper, setting a rhythm that made her moan helplessly with every stroke. The water splashed wildly now, heat and steam clinging to our skin, the lavender scent thick and dizzying.

Her fingers slid between our bodies, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as she rode me faster. Her moans turned broken, breathy, body shaking as her orgasm crept up on her hard and fast.

“I’m—” she gasped. “I’m close—”

“Look at me,” I commanded.

She did. Eyes wide, glossy, completely undone.

“Come on,” I said, thrusting up hard. “Show me.”

She shattered.

Her cry echoed through the bathroom as her body clenched around me, walls fluttering tight and wet as she came apart in my arms. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, nails digging into my shoulders as she rode out every wave, breath coming in sharp sobs.

F*ck.

I cursed under my breath, grip tightening on her hips as my own release hit hard and fast. One last deep thrust and I came, groaning against her neck, spilling inside her as the water sloshed violently around us.

Ting

[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]

[You have gained EXP.]

We stayed like that for a moment, locked together, chests heaving, steam curling thick around us.

She slumped forward, forehead resting against mine, breath warm and shaky. My arms wrapped around her automatically, holding her close as her body slowly stopped trembling.

“…You’re unfair,” she muttered weakly.

I smiled, brushing my lips against her temple. “You knew that already.”

She huffed softly, then relaxed completely against me, letting herself be held.

The water had stilled now. Our bodies were warm, loose, satisfied. Her thighs still draped over mine, her arms curled around my neck, skin pressed to skin beneath the lavender-scented steam.

Puriel’s cheek nuzzled gently against my shoulder. Her breathing was slow again. Steady.

“But at least I’m back being me,” I murmured.

She didn’t answer immediately.

I shifted, letting my fingers trail slow, lazy circles across her lower back. “You said it yourself. You like me when I’m like this.”

“I do,” she replied. “Because when you’re like this… you’re not hiding behind anything.”

I nodded faintly. “Yeah. I prefer it too. When I’m not trying to outthink fate or charm my way out of an existential breakdown.”

She gave a small laugh. “Or burning down diplomacy with sarcasm and sex appeal.”

“Hey,” I smirked. “Those are tools of survival.”

She held me tighter in response, chest rising softly against mine. “At least like this,” she whispered, “you’ll have second thoughts… in case you ever want to leave.”

I stilled.

Her words were quiet. Not accusing. Not begging. Just… real.

I tilted my head slightly, forehead brushing hers. “Pfft. Don’t worry. I already kicked that thought so far out of my head, it’s probably in another realm by now.”

She let out a shaky breath, half laugh, half something else.

“I shouldn’t think of that,” I added, softer now. “Not ever again.”

A pause.

“Despite… maybe disappointing some creatures,” I muttered.

Her brow furrowed slightly. “Who?”

I sighed. “The Eye. Of course. Bet he’s bored. Wanted a friend. That’s why he told me about the void, about the border, about that… silence. He probably thought I’d join him eventually.”

She blinked.

“Now I’m curious,” I said, resting my chin on her head. “Why did he decide to do that? Say that? Was it kindness? A warning? Or did he see something in me?”

“You mean his background?” she asked, a bit warily.

I nodded. “I wonder if he had the same kind of life. Pushed out of both worlds. Too divine for demons. Too tainted for angels. Alone.”

She didn’t answer immediately.

I glanced down at her.

But then she stiffened.

“No,” she said sharply. Then again, firmer. “No. I don’t care.”

Her eyes found mine, fierce and clear. Her voice shook, but not from fear. From feeling.

“I don’t care about the Eye,” she said. “Or whatever story he came from. The most important thing is you.”

I blinked.