The Incubus System Chapter 1400. Harmless Hobby
The Incubus System Chapter 1400. Harmless Hobby
Her fingers wrapped around me again, this time without fabric in the way. Slow. Firm.
I let out a deep groan and closed my eyes briefly. “Emma…”
She tilted her head slightly, studying me and then looking back down at my cock like she was comparing reactions.
“I don’t know since when I got used to this kind of scene,” she said quietly. “You… like this. Hard.”
I laughed softly, though it came out strained. “I don’t know since when I became like this either.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Horny,” I clarified. “I mean yeah… I’m an incubus. But before? I wasn’t this… constantly like this.”
Her giggle was light and teasing. “That’s normal, Ethan.”
She leaned forward slightly, letting her damp hair fall around her shoulders.
“After all the sex games we’ve played with the others?” she continued, squeezing me once slowly. “I wouldn’t blame you.”
I exhaled sharply at that. “You say that like it’s a harmless hobby.”
“For us?” she smiled. “It kind of is.”
Her robe slipped further as she shifted her position. She climbed over me slowly, straddling my hips. The fabric parted just enough that I could see the soft curve of her breasts as they pressed forward when she leaned down.
I swallowed.
Her hand never stopped stroking me.
Then she shifted her hips.
And I felt it.
Warmth.
Softness.
She pressed herself down against me, not fully taking me, not rushing… just letting her wet folds brush slowly along my shaft.
I sucked in a breath and looked up at her sharply.
She smiled at my reaction.
“Impatient?” she asked.
“Emma…” My hands went to her hips automatically. Not pushing. Just holding.
She leaned down and placed one finger against my lips.
“Shhh,” she whispered.
Her hips rolled again, slow and deliberate, dragging that soft flesh along me. It was maddening. Controlled. Intimate.
“This expression…” she murmured, her voice softer now. “I like it, Ethan.”
“What expression?” I asked, though my voice was already rough.
She leaned closer, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
“This one,” she said, tracing my jaw with her finger. “When you’re not the demon prince. Not the dominant one. Just… wanting.”
I exhaled slowly through my nose.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Yes,” she admitted without shame.
Her breasts brushed lightly against my chest as she leaned down further. I could feel their softness, the heat of her skin against mine. My hands slid upward, cupping her sides, thumbs brushing just under the curve of her breasts.
She shivered.
“Careful,” she breathed.
“You’re the one teasing me.”
She smiled and rolled her hips again, pressing down more firmly this time. The friction made my back arch slightly off the mattress.
“F*ck…” I muttered.
She laughed softly. “See? You’re melting.”
“I’m still in control,” I insisted.
She raised an eyebrow and ground down just a little harder.
My response was immediate. A sharp inhale. Fingers tightening on her waist.
“Okay,” I admitted. “Maybe partially.”
Her hand left my shaft and instead rested over my chest, fingers trailing lazily downward again. She moved slow. Almost cruelly slow.
“Tell me something,” she said, eyes locked on mine.
“What?”
“Do you like being like this with me?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
She smiled softly at that answer.
“Good,” she whispered.
Her hips continued their slow rhythm. Not rushing toward climax. Not pushing into wild territory. Just riding that fine line between sweet and heated.
My hands slid higher, finally cupping her breasts fully. Warm. Soft. Perfect in my palms. I squeezed gently, watching the way her breathing changed.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
“Ethan…”
I rolled my hips up to meet her this time, not aggressively. Just enough to show I wasn’t completely surrendering.
She smirked.
“There he is.”
“You thought I’d stay soft boyfriend mode forever?”
She leaned down and kissed me deeply. Slow. Warm. Open.
Her body pressed fully against mine. Skin to skin. Heat building naturally between us.
I let one hand slide down her back, gripping her firmly now. My other hand moved back to her hip, guiding her rhythm instead of just reacting to it.
She gasped softly into my mouth.
“That’s not fair,” she whispered.
“I thought you liked this expression,” I teased.
“I do,” she admitted. “But I also like when you fight back.”
I grinned and rolled my hips again, stronger this time.
Her breath hitched.
The morning sunlight had fully entered the room now, warming the sheets around us. Her skin glowed in that light. Every movement felt magnified.
It wasn’t feral.
It wasn’t dark.
It was hot in a way that felt… earned.
Her teasing had turned into mutual hunger.
And as her nails dragged lightly down my chest and my hands tightened on her hips, I knew this was only going to escalate further.
But right now?
We were exactly where we wanted to be.
Balanced on that edge between sweet and sinful. Between laughter and heavy breathing. Between teasing and something that could easily tip over into chaos if either of us pushed too hard.
Emma shifted first.
She didn’t rush. She didn’t slam down or lose control. Instead, she changed the angle of her hips slowly, experimentally, like she was testing how my body reacted to each subtle adjustment.
And I reacted.
She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding down just enough to make my cock twitch inside her warmth. Not fully taking me. Not moving fast. Just circling. Slow. Torturous. Her wet heat dragging along my shaft with deliberate friction.
My breath hitched.
“Emma…” I warned, voice already rough.
She tilted her head slightly, eyes locked on mine, lips parted just enough to let a soft breath escape. “Too much?”
“You know it’s not too much.”
She smiled.
Then she changed the motion again.
Instead of circling, she lifted slightly, then lowered herself in a smoother, controlled glide. Not fast enough to let me lose myself. Not slow enough to let me calm down. Just the perfect rhythm to keep me right on the brink.
My hips jerked instinctively.
She placed both hands on my chest and pressed me down into the mattress gently. “Stay.”
That one word.
And I stayed.