May 24, 2026

Succubi Chapter 197. Not Hard Enough

My grip on her throat loosened just enough to allow her to breathe, but my thumb pressed against the delicate column of her neck, a proof of who was in control.

My other hand roamed, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip, the swell of her ass. I squeezed, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling her flush against me.

Her breasts pressed against my chest, the hard peaks of her nipples against the thin cotton of my shirt. I could feel the heat radiating from her core.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing a path of fire down her jaw, her throat.

I bit down on the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark, a dark purple bloom that screamed mine.

I took and pushed her back onto the bed, her body sprawling out beneath me.

The robe, now completely undone, framed her like an offering, a feast laid out just for me. Her chest heaved, her hair fanned out, her eyes locked on mine.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice rough with desire. "So beautiful. So willing."

I knelt between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, pushing them apart.

The scent of her arousal filled my senses, a musky, sweet perfume that was uniquely Lilith. It was intoxicating, a heady blend of vanilla and something darker, something primal.

I lowered my head, my breath ghosting over her slick folds.

I watched her face as I licked a long, slow stripe up her center. Her back arched, a sharp, involuntary movement, a choked gasp escaping her lips.

I did it again, this time lingering on her clit, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, tasting her. She was already so wet, so ready for me.

"Evan," she breathed, her voice a strained whisper.

"Say it again," I commanded, my lips vibrating against her sensitive flesh.

"Evan," she moaned, her hands fisting in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp. "More. Please... Ah~"

Please. That single word, a surrender, was all the encouragement I needed. I devoured her then, my tongue delving into her, my lips sucking on her clit, my teeth grazing it with just enough pressure to make her cry out.

I was relentless, a man possessed, my focus singular, my goal to pleasure her until she was a writhing, sobbing mess beneath me.

I could feel her tightening, her muscles tensing as I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them upwards, searching for that spot that would make her see stars.

I found it, and she bucked against my face, a strangled scream tearing from her throat.

I didn't let up, my tongue and fingers working in tandem. I could feel her control fracturing, her composure shattering into a million pieces. Her thighs trembled, her back bowed, her breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"AHN~!"

And then, with a final, desperate cry, she shattered.

Her orgasm rippled through her. I held her through it, my tongue lapping at her, my fingers stroking her insides, prolonging her pleasure until she was completely spent.

I rose up over her, my body covering hers, my knees planted on either side of her hips.

I looked down at her, at her flushed face, her kiss-swollen lips, her eyes dark with satisfaction.

I wiped my glistening chin with the back of my hand, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my face.

"I'm not done with you," I murmured, my voice low and husky.

I reached down, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants. I pushed them down, my erection springing free, hard and heavy.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her still-sensitive folds, teasing her.

I looked into her eyes, a silent question passing between us. She nodded, a slow, deliberate movement, her gaze unwavering.

"Take me, Evan," she whispered.

I smirked. "No," I stated.

"Why? Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I'm hard. But it isn't hard enough."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Lick me," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. "And then maybe, if you're good enough, I'll f*ck you."

Her eyes widened, a flicker of something, maybe surprise. Then, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes raking over my body, her gaze lingering on my erection.

"With pleasure," she purred.

She got up on her knees.

She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate circle around the head of my cock.

I groaned, my head falling back, my hands fisting at my sides. She took me into her mouth then, her lips stretched wide around my girth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.

She took me deep, her throat relaxing to accommodate my length. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and the sensation was exquisite.

She bobbed her head, her movements a perfect rhythm of suction and release, her hands coming up to cup my balls, her fingers gently massaging them.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, my grip tightening, holding her in place. I began to thrust, my hips moving in a slow, controlled rhythm, fucking her mouth.

She took it all, her eyes watering slightly, but she never once broke her gaze, her eyes locked on mine, a challenge, a dare.

"That's it," I growled, my voice strained. "Take it. Take all of me."

She moaned around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

I could feel myself getting harder, thicker, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I was close, so close, but I wasn't ready to finish yet. Not here. Not like this.