September 28, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1541.Moans and Screams II

I began to move fast and hard. Her walls clenched around me, her arms wrapped around my neck. I could feel her wetness on my skin, dripping down my balls.

"Harder..." she groaned.

"Oh?" I asked.

I gripped her hips and began to move faster. My hips jerked against her. She screamed. My hands went around her back, my fingers digging into her flesh. Her nails clawed at my back.

I was rough with her, and she loved it.

"More... More!" she screamed.

My body moved harder against hers, my cock thrusting inside her, spreading her wide. Her fingers pushed into my hair. I felt her legs wrapping around me, her thighs clamping against my hips. Her pussy was tight and warm. My hands squeezed her breasts, her nipples hard between my fingers.

Her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. I groaned as my cock slid deep inside her. My hand found its way to her throat, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I felt her moan into my mouth, her body shuddering against me.

She arched her back, her breasts pressed against my chest. My mouth found its way to her nipples. I pulled her into me, my tongue sliding over the hard buds. She whimpered, her walls clenching tight.

My tail continued to push against her clit, and her hips jerked, her thighs shaking. My body shook too, and my hips jerked against her. My tail pushed harder, making sure I could feel her through her soft skin.

Her legs squeezed around me, her hips grinding against mine. My cock pushed deeper inside her.

I moved rougher, faster. My fingers dug into her flesh. Her lips found their way to my neck. Her tongue licked me, her teeth scraping my skin.

"Deeper..." she whispered. "I want your seed deep inside me..."

My wings spread behind me. Her eyes widened. She gasped and her nails clawed at my back. Her thighs tightened around me.

"Deeper," she whispered again.

It was pushing her to climax, making her hips move wilder. I cum with her. Her juices dripped from her hole, sliding down my shaft and dripping onto the table.

Her eyes widened as she saw her juices running down her thighs. Her body was coated with my sweat, and I could smell her scent mixed with my scent. My cock rubbed against the sensitive area inside her, the one that made her hips jerk and her pussy clamp tight around me.

"Aah~!" Her lips parted and her voice filled the room, the sound of her moans filling my ears. "I feel dirty... My cum is running down my legs..." she groaned.

I pulled away from her and let her go. She stumbled. My cock slid out of her. My semen spilled from her hole and dripped onto the table. Her juices slid down her thighs.

She fell on her knees, her legs shaking. She looked up at me with half-closed eyes, her tongue sliding over her lips.

"So you like it when I'm rough and dirty," I said.

I leaned closer to her. My hands grabbed her by the hair, pulling her into me.

"But don't you know I like dirty girls?"

My mouth crushed onto hers. The kiss was hungry, reckless, carrying all the restraint I had spent the last few months pretending was maturity. My hand slid behind her back, fingers following the curve of her shoulders, the small of her back, then lower as I pulled her flush against me. She gasped into the kiss, her body yielding against mine while laughter and alcohol and the bass from downstairs blurred together into one wonderfully irresponsible mess.

For a while, all I thought about was sex.

I went from one woman to another with the shameless appetite of an incubus who had apparently decided tonight was his delayed vacation.

Camila was the first to surrender her remaining dignity. Olivia followed after enough teasing to turn her face crimson, while Emma tried to maintain that stubborn fragment of common sense until the atmosphere finally murdered it. Pearl and Diamond were considerably less subtle. The twins treated the entire thing like a competition neither intended to lose, stealing kisses, pulling me between them, laughing whenever the other complained about monopolization.

Elenna had apparently decided sharing was acceptable only because she could remain attached to me between turns.

Possessive slime logic.

The VIP room gradually became a battlefield of discarded clothes, overturned cushions, empty glasses, flushed faces, and thoroughly ruined dignity. I took them in turn, letting the night become wild and shameless without caring what tomorrow would think about it.

Yet even while pleasure consumed one part of my attention, another remained perfectly awake.

Because my Shadow Ritual was still active.

That was the funny part.

I could be an irresponsible incubus and a paranoid demon prince simultaneously.

Multitasking.

Very important royal qualification.

My dark power had spread far beyond Sea Devil by now.

Kilometers.

Then dozens of kilometers.

Every pulse of pleasure strengthened the ritual, allowing those nearly invisible threads to crawl through alleys, rooftops, apartments, abandoned buildings, underground facilities, warehouses, parks, and streets.

I could feel demons.

Humans.

Hunters.

Hundreds of tiny presences appeared at the edge of my awareness, each different enough that my ritual automatically categorized them.

I wasn't interested in those.

Tonight I was fishing for something brighter.

Something that shouldn't be here.

And eventually…

There.

My eyes opened.

The ritual expanded.

One light.

Then another.

Another.

My smile disappeared.

Well. Well. Well. Look at that.

There weren't two. Five.

There were many.

Holy signatures scattered throughout the region, deliberately suppressed beneath human identities.

Angels.

I almost laughed.

So my paranoia had been correct.

At this rate, paranoia was becoming less of a psychological problem and more of a useful career skill.

The strangest part wasn't their presence.

It was what they were doing.

My Shadow Ritual didn't merely locate supernatural energy. Once connected deeply enough, it caught emotional residue too, hostility, fear, desire, killing intent, powerful fluctuations of judgment.

And these angels had plenty.

I sensed one standing on a rooftop several kilometers away.

Watching humans below.

Disgust.

Another occupied an abandoned church.

Contempt.

Two more were moving through the city, observing humans in disapproval.

Judgment. Judgment. More fucking judgment.