April 2, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1421. Tell Me To What You Want

My hands framed her face, my thumbs stroking the soft skin of her cheeks. I leaned down, my lips claiming hers in a searing kiss.

Now, it was me, who would play with her body. Now, it was her turn to be played.

My hands slid down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle tremor of anticipation running through her.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, my tongue darting out to taste the salt on her skin. I could feel the frantic beat of her pulse beneath my lips, a frantic, fluttering thing that mirrored my own.

My hands continued their downward journey, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her panties, the fabric damp with her arousal. I hooked my fingers into the waistband, a single, fluid motion that sent a shiver through her.

I wanted to taste her.

I wanted to feel her come apart under my tongue, to hear her scream my name as I pushed her to the brink of oblivion.

But I held back.

There would be time for that later.

Right now, there was only one thing I wanted.

I shifted my hips, the blunt head of my cock pressing against her slick entrance.

Her breath hitched, her hands coming up to grip my biceps, her nails digging into my skin.

"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low, rough growl.

Her eyes fluttered open, the depths of them dark with desire, the pupils blown wide.

I held her gaze as I pushed into her.

The sensation was exquisite. A tight, wet heat that enveloped me, a perfect, silken glove that was made for me. The breath I didn't know I was holding escaped in a ragged gasp.

I moved slowly, sinking into her inch by agonizing inch, letting her body adjust to my size, letting her feel every ridge, every vein of my cock as I filled her completely.

Her head tilted back, her lips parted in a silent scream, her body arching off the bed as I bottomed out, my hips flush against hers.

For a moment, I stayed still, buried deep inside her, my weight supported on my forearms, my forehead resting against hers. I could feel the frantic beat of her heart against my chest, the tremor that ran through her body.

Then I began to move.

It was a slow, deliberate roll of my hips, a deep, grinding rhythm that was designed to drive her wild.

"Demonic Erection... Max," I muttered.

[You have activated your Demonic Erection!]

The heat surged from my core, flooding my loins with a power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The already considerable length and girth of my erection expanded, stretching her walls, filling her more completely.

Lilieth's reaction was instantaneous. A choked gasp escaped her lips, her eyes flying wide as she felt the change. Her internal muscles clenched around me, a desperate, involuntary spasm that was a mixture of pleasure and shock.

"Oh~," she breathed, the words a prayer, a curse, a desperate plea. Her hands, which had been gripping my biceps, flew to my back, her nails digging into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

I pulled back, the drag of my swollen flesh against her sensitive walls a delicious friction that had us both moaning. Then I surged forward, a powerful thrust that drove the air from her lungs in a sharp cry.

The sound was my undoing.

The game, the struggle for dominance, it all melted away, replaced by a raw, primal need.

But I wasn't done. I took her both hands and pinned her above her head. One of my hand played with her breast and my mouth sucked another. The rough pad of my thumb circled the sensitive peak, feeling it pebble tighter under my touch. I took the other between my lips, my tongue swirling around the nub before I sucked, hard. The salt of her skin was a delicate flavor on my tongue, mixed with the faint, sweet taste of her arousal that still lingered in the air.

Her back arched off the bed, a silent plea for more, her body a bow strung taut with anticipation. Her hips bucked against mine, a desperate, grinding motion that sought to alleviate the ache I was building within her.

I released her breast with a soft pop, my lips traveling up the column of her throat, my teeth nipping at her jaw. I wanted to mark her, to leave a trail of possession that would last until the next time I could claim her.

My other hand released her breast, sliding down the sweat-slick plane of her stomach, my fingers tangling in the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs. I could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her arousal, a living, breathing testament to her desire for me.

I found the small, sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex, my thumb circling it in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had her sobbing my name.

"Ethan... please..."

The sound of her plea was a sweet, intoxicating music, a melody that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.

My thrusts became harder, faster, a relentless, pounding rhythm that drove the bed into the wall with a steady, rhythmic thump. The sound was a raw, primal beat, the soundtrack to our lovemaking.

"Please, what, Lilieth?" I growled, my lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I want... I want you to let go," she gasped, her body trembling beneath me. "I want to feel you lose control."

Her words were a key, unlocking a part of me that I kept carefully leashed.

With a guttural roar, I let go.