The Incubus System Chapter 1123. The Beast Within

The Incubus System Chapter 1123. The Beast Within

Before I could do anything, Puriel grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “Not so fast,” she hissed, her voice laced with a challenge. “You think you’re in control here?”

Her words stoked the fires of my desire even further, and I let out a low, dark laugh. “Oh, I don’t think, Puriel,” I said, my voice thick with arousal. “I know.”

With a swift movement, I flipped our positions, pressing her back against the soft mattress. She looked up at me, her expression a mix of surprise and raw, unabated desire. Her chest heaved as she drew in ragged breaths, and her wings fluttered slightly, creating a faint, ethereal rustling sound.

I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine in a searing kiss. Our lips moved against each other, I rubbed my erection against her. The heat from her body was intoxicating, driving me to push further.

Puriel moaned into the kiss, her hands moving up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. The intensity of her grip spoke volumes of her hunger, her need to match my dominance with her own fiery spirit.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin, marking her with small, deliberate bites that made her gasp and squirm beneath me. “You’re mine,” I growled against her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed out, her voice a surrendering whisper that only spurred me on further.

I pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” Puriel said, her gaze locked onto mine.

Satisfied with her submission, I shifted, aligning myself with her entrance. The tip of my cock teased her, rubbing against her sweet spot in a promise of what was to come. Puriel’s breath hitched, and a pleading look crossed her face, her body arching towards mine in silent begging.

I pushed into her slowly, reveling in the tight heat that enveloped me. Her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper, as if her body was made to fit mine. The sensation was overwhelming, and I had to pause, taking a deep breath to control the urge to plunge into her wildly.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hips bucking slightly to meet mine.

“Patience,” I reminded her, though my own control was hanging by a thread. Slowly, I began to move, each thrust calculated to draw out the maximum pleasure for both of us. Her moans filled the room, a sweet melody that fueled my desire to dominate, to claim.

Puriel’s hands roamed over my back, her nails digging into my skin whenever I hit just the right spot. Her reactions drove me wild, pushed me to increase the pace, to give her what we both needed. Each moan, each gasp from her lips was a siren call, pulling me deeper into the abyss of raw, unbridled passion. My senses were heightened.

And then, it happened again. The scent. The intoxicating, overwhelming aroma that permeated the air, thick and heady, making my heart throb painfully in my chest.

-   Ba-thump

The rhythm was almost maddening. I paused, trying desperately to control the feral instincts that threatened to take over.

But Lilieth didn’t allow me a moment of respite. She hugged me from behind, her body pressing flush against mine. Her hand roamed my bare chest, fingers tracing the lines and curves of my muscles before one hand slipped up and ventured inside my mouth, her fingers playing with my tongue. The sweetness from her fingers was almost palpable. Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered, “You can feel it, don’t you? Your lust…”

She was right.

‘It’s her damn liquid again…’ she thought.

The mating urge surged through me, overwhelming all senses of control. My body acted on its own accord, my hips thrusting into Puriel with renewed vigor. I could feel every clench of her, every shiver that ran through her body, and it only spurred me on further.

As I lost myself in Puriel, Lilieth’s other hand ventured lower. Suddenly, the tip of my tail, animated as if with a mind of its own under the intoxicating liquid’s influence, found its target. It rolled and twisted, seeking out Lilieth's warmth. With precision, it plunged into her wetness, eliciting a gasp that was part pleasure, part shock from her.

“Oh, my…” Lilieth moaned, her voice thick with desire. “You truly are a good boy.”

I groaned, the dual sensation of Puriel beneath me and Lilieth behind me too much, yet not enough. The room was filled with the sounds of our mating—the slap of skin, the breathy moans, the whispered encouragements.

Puriel gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer, her breath hot against my neck. “More,” she gasped out, her body moving in rhythm with mine.

“Is this what you want?” I managed to grunt out between thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”

Lilieth’s movements became more insistent, her tail touching my skin and rubbing my abs in a teasing manner. Her free hand found my hair, tugging slightly, angling my head back to expose my throat. Her lips descended, teeth grazing my skin in a way that was both a threat and a promise.

The room spun, the edges of my vision blurring as I approached a precipice I knew would be my undoing. Lilieth’s whispered words in my ear were a litany that drove me closer to the edge. “Let go, Ethan. Show mommy the beast within.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. The dam broke, unleashing a torrent of primal need that washed over me, through me. I felt my climax building. My thrusts became erratic, desperate.

Puriel met each of my movements with her own, her cries growing louder, more urgent. “Ethan!” she screamed as her body tensed beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her in powerful waves that triggered my own release.