The Incubus System Chapter 1402. Soft
The Incubus System Chapter 1402. Soft
I trailed my lips from her mouth down her jaw, to her neck, and lower. My hand slid from her breast to her waist, fingers pressing into her skin firmly but not rough.
She shivered.
My cock pressed back against her warmth as I shifted again, lining us up. The heat between her thighs was unmistakable. Inviting.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and looked up at me with that playful challenge in her eyes.
“Don’t go soft on me now.”
“Soft?” I huffed. “No.”
I moved forward, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of me pressing into her heat. Her breath hitched sharply as I pushed in deeper, watching her expression change from teasing to wanting in real time.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders.
“Ethan…”
I leaned down, forehead brushing hers. “I’ve got you.”
And then I started moving.
Not wild. Not chaotic. Just steady. Controlled. My hips driving forward in a rhythm that matched her breathing. Each thrust deliberate. Each movement designed to build, not rush.
She moaned softly, hands sliding down my back to grip my hips instead.
“Oh…” she breathed.
“Yeah?” I teased.
“Don’t stop.”
I grinned and adjusted the angle slightly, pressing deeper. Her back arched immediately, breasts lifting toward my chest. I leaned down and took one in my mouth briefly, earning a sharp gasp from her.
Her hands tangled in my hair.
“Ahn~ Ethan…”
I pulled back, watching her face as I continued. Her expression shifted between pleasure and disbelief, like she couldn’t decide if she was annoyed or impressed.
“You’re enjoying this,” I said.
She laughed breathlessly. “Shut up and keep going.”
I did.
My hips rolled harder now, pace increasing gradually. Not feral. Not losing control. Just intensity building with each motion. Her legs tightened around me, heels pressing into my lower back.
She began moving with me, matching my rhythm. Meeting each thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room along with her soft moans.
My cock twitched inside her and I exhaled sharply.
“You’re close,” she teased.
“So are you.”
She tried to deny it but her body gave her away. Her nails scraped down my back as she gasped.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, then whispered near her ear, “Let go.”
Her hips stuttered under me.
I increased the pace just slightly, driving into her with a little more force, watching her eyes flutter closed.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, her breath coming in uneven bursts.
“Ethan—”
“I’ve got you,” I repeated.
Her body tightened around me suddenly and she moaned my name openly this time, no teasing, no playfulness. Just raw reaction.
That did it.
The way she clenched around my cock sent a shock through me. My hips stuttered once before I regained control for a second.
She looked up at me, eyes half-lidded.
“Now,” she whispered.
That was all I needed.
I thrust deeper, harder, letting the rhythm break into something more urgent. My breath came out rough as the pressure inside me finally snapped.
“Emma…”
I drove forward one last time and let go.
The release hit hard. Intense. My cock pulsing as I spilled inside her, hips jerking once, twice before I stilled.
She held onto me through it, nails digging in slightly, moaning softly as I filled her.
-Ding!
[You have gained EXP!]
[Your Demonic Power fully restored.]
The room went quiet except for our breathing.
My forehead dropped to hers.
For a second neither of us moved.
“Well,” I muttered, pulling back slightly to look at her. “That was efficient.”
She swatted my chest lightly. “You are impossible.”
I smiled down at her, brushing damp hair away from her face.
She looked flushed. Satisfied. Completely wrecked in the best way.
I leaned down and kissed her gently. Not hungry this time. Just slow and warm.
“Good morning,” I said softly.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Good morning, demon prince.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “You’re enjoying that title way too much.”
“Of course I am,” she said lightly, brushing her thumb across my cheek. “It’s not every day you wake up next to royalty.”
“I don’t recall signing any official royal documents,” I muttered, shifting slightly beside her.
She laughed again, soft and warm, then rested her forehead against mine. For a moment, we just stayed like that. Breathing. Letting the afterglow settle into something calmer, more human.
Then she tilted her head. “Wanna have breakfast with me?”
I blinked. “Here?”
She nodded casually, like we hadn’t just spent the last hour tangled in her sheets.
I glanced around the room, then back at her. “What about your dad? He will literally kill me if he finds out I slipped into your bedroom and—”
I paused, lowering my voice slightly. “—spent the night.”
Her lips twitched. “Relax. I’ll have my breakfast here. I’ll tell them to prepare an extra portion and leave it outside the door.”
“You say that like it’s a normal thing.”
“It is normal,” she said. “For me.”
I stared at her.
Rich elf heiress life really was something else.
She leaned over and grabbed the small phone from her bedside table. Still half wrapped in her robe, hair messy, looking completely unbothered, she tapped a number and held it to her ear.
“Good morning,” she said sweetly once someone picked up. “Yes, I’ll have breakfast in my room today. Please prepare two servings. And just leave it outside the door. Thank you.”
She hung up, placed the phone down, and turned back to me like she’d just ordered tea.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“That’s it.”
“You’re terrifying.”
She grinned. “You’re the demon here.”
I laughed quietly and slid back under the covers beside her. She immediately curled into me again, like that was just her default setting.
We waited.
Her head rested against my chest, her fingers drawing lazy patterns over my skin. The sunlight was stronger now, warming the sheets, illuminating the room in soft gold. The world outside was clearly awake, but in here it still felt like our own little pocket of calm.
“So,” she murmured, looking up at me. “How do you feel?”
I took a moment to think about it.
Honestly.
“Good,” I said finally.