The Incubus System Chapter 1391. Ropes and Feather III
The Incubus System Chapter 1391. Ropes and Feather III
I exhaled slowly.
“Fine,” I said at last, voice lowering into something darker. Rougher.
“But understand something first.”
My hands slid down their backs, fingers tracing the rope lines, gripping their hips firmly enough to make them gasp.
“I won’t be gentle tonight.”
Their answering moans were immediate. Eager. Reckless.
My tail wrapped around both their waists, drawing them closer, aligning them beneath me as my wings spread slightly, enclosing them in shadow, heat, and presence.
They shivered.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.
I leaned down between them, my breath brushing across flushed skin, my voice dropping into a whisper meant only for them.
“You begged for this…”
My grip tightened.
“Now you’re going to learn exactly what that means.”
I pushed forward, my body flush against Pearl’s as her hips trembled, still bound, still obedient. My cock brushed her entrance, swollen and demanding, heat rolling off me in waves.
She gasped. Her body jerked in anticipation, tentacles curling violently against the bed frame.
“Please,” she whimpered, “please just—”
But I didn’t let her finish.
At the same time, the spade tip of my tail curled low, down Diamond’s thigh, beneath the tight ropes and dripping folds, before it pressed forward.
Slowly. Deliberately.
She cried out, her body arching into the motion even as her restraints held her.
They both moaned. Loud. Sharp. Bodies twitching like violins strung too tight.
Then again.
And again.
Their voices rose in sync, tangled cries of pleasure and overwhelm as their tentacles gripped my legs, the sheets, each other, desperate and undone.
Ting
[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]
[Your Gained EXP!]
And did I stop?
No.
I kept going. Relentless. Shifting from one to the other, body to tail, dominance to torment, never letting either find rest.
Pearl’s voice cracked as she came again, her entire body quaking beneath my hands.
Diamond trembled, tears in her eyes from how intense it hit her.
“Ah—more?” she gasped, breath ragged. “Damian, we just—”
I caught her chin and growled against her cheek.
“I said I’d be rough.”
My fingers dug into her hips.
“And I meant it.”
Pearl panted, cheek against the mattress, voice a trembling whisper.
“Don’t stop. This flesh… it’s yours. Always yours.”
I leaned closer, wings casting shadow, horns grazing the air beside them like a storm looming over the sea.
“Then remember,” I whispered darkly, “I don’t stop until I choose to.”
Their breathing hitched.
Their bodies reacted like lightning to thunder.
Tentacles curled and uncurled around my legs, the bedposts, each other, desperation coded in every movement. Their legs were open wide now, shameless and raw, trembling with the aftershocks of what I’d already given… and the unbearable need for what was still to come.
Pearl’s voice cracked, soft but aching.
“Damian…”
A prayer. A plea. A promise.
Diamond followed, her head tilted back, sweat clinging to her skin.
“F—f*ck… Damian… please…”
I smiled. Cruel. Tender. Possessive.
I moved between them again, this time slower, letting them feel the weight of my presence as I knelt. My hands found their hips, gripping firmly.
The ropes bit softly into their skin, the wax marks still warm beneath my palms.
Their bodies gave no resistance. None.
They were already mine.
Now they just wanted proof.
“You think you’re ready for more?” I asked, tracing fingers along the slick heat between Pearl’s legs, then across Diamond’s inner thigh. “Even like this?”
They shuddered.
Pearl whimpered. Diamond nodded.
“Say it,” I murmured, letting one hand drift upward now, cupping Diamond’s breast and squeezing gently, then harder. Her back arched, lips parting as her nipple pressed against my palm.
“Please,” she choked out. “Use me… more…”
Her voice cracked into a sobbing moan. “Just don’t stop. Don’t stop—”
I shifted to Pearl next, letting my thumb slide over her nipple, fingers spreading across her chest like I owned every inch of her.
“You don’t get to set the pace,” I whispered into her skin. “You gave that up the moment you begged.”
She cried out. Her tentacles lashed once, then flattened, like surrender. Complete and primal.
I leaned down and nipped lightly at the soft curve beneath her breast, dragging my teeth just enough to sting. Her entire body jerked in response.
“Damian” she gasped. “Ahn Damian, please—”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I used both hands now, teasing and kneading their chests in rhythm. My palms moved with deliberate pressure, sometimes cupping, sometimes squeezing, always watching the way their breath changed in response.
They weren’t even speaking full sentences anymore.
Just fragments.
“More…”
“Harder…”
And always…
“Damian…”
I kissed between Pearl’s breasts. Then between Diamond’s.
My tail coiled tighter around their waists again, pulling them closer, lifting them slightly from the bed like spoils of a god’s devotion.
“You wanted to fall apart?” I said low. “Then fall. Break. Shatter for me.”
Their moans grew louder. Messier. Their bodies trembled with overstimulation, still bound, still obedient, but every inch of them open and offering.
Every sound was a confession. Every twitch of their limbs was worship.
Their legs never closed. Their tentacles never tried to push me away. Only clung. Only welcomed.
Every part of them was an invitation.
And I accepted. Again. And again. And again.
They didn’t know what they were asking anymore. But they knew who they were asking.
Me.
I used every part of me. My hands. My tail. My words. My rhythm. My promise.
That I wouldn’t be gentle.
That I wouldn’t stop.
I let them feel what it meant to offer everything, because I gave everything back.
Until Pearl’s voice cracked mid-cry.
Until Diamond’s tentacles slackened and trembled, her body spasming with overwhelmed surrender.
Until they broke.
And then…
They smiled.
They lay there, limbs slack, tangled together in a beautiful, ruined sprawl across the sheets.
Their bodies glowed with sweat and aftershock, rope marks still visible like a painting of submission.
Their tentacles were spread wide, twitching faintly, coated in my scent. Their holes?
Full. Overflowing.
Not just filled.
Stuffed.
So full it couldn’t stay in.
My seed coated their skin. Pooled beneath them. Leaked in slow, lazy drips from places I’d claimed too many times to count.