The Incubus System Chapter 1068. The Angel's Addiction

The Incubus System Chapter 1068. The Angel's Addiction

Puriel's PoV

He gripped her hips tighter, and began fucking her harder, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her ass.

She glanced down and saw how her pussy accommodated his huge cock. It didn't want to let go. It seemed impossible at first, but it felt so right.

It was like… her sweet hole was made for his cock, so he could fuck her and spill his seed inside of her. She could feel how her walls clenched around him and happily accepted his movements… his flesh… his seed…

"Oh! Ah! Yes!"

"Fuck, Puriel," he growled.

She could feel him twitch inside her, and his cock began throbbing. She knew he was close. "Give me your seed, Ethan."

"Ah!"

"Oohhh! Ethan! Nnngghh! Cumming!"

"Ungh, Puriel!"

His cock twitched, and his seed spilled inside of her. It was warm, hot, and thick.

Her eyes rolled back, and her body convulsed. Her juices flowed down her thighs, and her pussy tightened around him, milking his cock.

She was lost in ecstasy.

"Ethan! Ethan! Oh... god!"

"Ungh! Ungh!"

She shuddered, her body trembling, her heart pounding. She leaned down to kiss him, and his lips met hers, his tongue tangling with hers, making her moan. She could smell his scent and hers mixed together. Their arousal filled the air.

They panted, their bodies slick with sweat.

Once she pulled her kiss, her hips moved again. It surprised Ethan. "Puriel?"

"I want to feel more...," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

"Tell me you are kidding..."

"I am not..."

"This is your first time... and I fucked you raw... I even used my Demonic Erection level 5," he said, his eyes widened. "My semen..." He flicked his gaze to her angelic wings. "It's all over your body and wings..."

"Yes, but it's not enough...," she said, her voice low and husky.

"My cock is still inside you," he said, his eyes widening.

"I want to feel it even deeper," she said, her voice breathless, her hips grinding against his.

His eyes widened, and then he smirked.

"Fine, I will give you what you want," he said, and suddenly, he pushed her to the bed, and flipped her, so her face was buried in the pillow.  "We will fuck until sunrise," he growled.

"Yes, yes...," she gasped.

He pulled his limp cock out.

"Demonic Erection...." he hissed.

And then he slammed back into her, making her scream.

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Ethan’s PoV

I didn’t remember how many times we went at it. All I knew was that she never let me go, not even for a second. She’d lick my wet cock, sucking it until it was rock hard again, and then we’d be right back at it. Sometimes, she didn’t even let me pull out; she’d just grind against me right after we both hit that high, not giving either of us a break.

I honestly didn’t think she’d be this into it—I mean, she’s an angel. But she took my Demonic Erection level five more than ten times in one night!

At some point, I realized just how much she was craving it, especially when I caught her staring, entranced, watching me slide in and out, her eyes glued to where our bodies met. She loved seeing how my cum would spill out and drip down her thighs, like she couldn’t get enough of it.

And it wasn’t just that. She was addicted to my scent, my taste, like everything about this was fueling some new desire inside her that neither of us could resist.

We finished just as the morning sun started to rise, its soft light spilling to us. She lay sprawled across the bed, completely spent. My semen covered her bare skin—her face, lips, even tangled in her hair and feathers. My own body was a mess, mixed with sweat and everything else, and the sheets beneath us were damp, whether from sweat or from everything we’d just done, I couldn’t even tell. It all blended together.

But even with that overwhelming feeling of satisfaction, instead of crashing into sleep, I found myself staring blankly at the sunrise in the distance.

“I’m a Nephilim now…” I muttered to myself, the words barely audible as I tried to wrap my head around it. I still couldn’t believe it.

The transformation left me feeling both powerful and… strange. Like I was wearing a new skin that hadn’t fully molded to me yet. The idea of being both demon and angel felt surreal, an impossible mix that shouldn’t exist, and yet here I was.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I opened my notifications, wanting to see what changes the system had registered. I figured I’d just do a quick check, a scan of new abilities or enhancements I’d gained. But instead, my gaze fixed on a glaring number that made me pause.

[80%...]

I frowned, my brows pulling together as I read it again. ‘80%?’ That didn’t make sense. Shouldn’t this be my final form? I’d felt the shift in every part of me, the angelic energy fusing with the demonic… yet somehow, the system registered it as incomplete.

“Huh?” I muttered under my breath, confused. “So… this isn’t my last form?”

I couldn’t shake the sense of something missing, something incomplete, like a puzzle with a few pieces left out. The system hadn’t finished transforming me, and I couldn’t understand why. My mind started racing, sifting through memories and information, searching for anything that might explain this strange half-state. Then, it clicked.

My Demon Lord form.

“Wait…” I whispered to myself, the realization hitting harder than I wanted to admit. “So this Nephilim form… it’s supposed to have another phase? A second form that’s just as powerful… but maybe even more gruesome?”

It was a guess, sure, but it seemed like the only logical explanation. I couldn’t think of any other reason why the transformation would stop at 80%.

If this wasn’t the end of the transformation, if there was something more waiting to unlock… what exactly would I become?