The Incubus System Chapter 1062. Breaking The Last Seal

The Incubus System Chapter 1062. Breaking The Last Seal

I couldn't get enough. I drank her in, drowning in her scent, her taste. I devoured her, taking everything she offered and begging for more.

We were a mess of sweat and heat, our bodies slick and moving with a mind of their own. My muscles burned, my breath ragged, but I couldn't stop. I was a man possessed.

Okay, correction. A demon.

Her moans rose, filling the air, and the system kept ticking up, higher and higher.

[15%...]

She was mine. All of her.

"Ahhhh..." Her cry was a prayer, a plea. "Oh, Ethan, oh..."

It was the sound of surrender, a sweet release.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body shuddering with a wave of pleasure that rolled through her, again and again, a relentless tide.

The system ticked up.

[20%...]

"Ethan, I'm..." Her voice was a whisper, her tone caught between reverence and shock.

I kissed her deeply, my tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that echoed the motion of my hips.

The pressure was building, rising higher and higher.

"Sorry, I can't stop," I groaned, my voice raw and strained. "I can't—Nhg....  Why are you so damn tasty?"

She gripped me tighter, pulling me deeper, and the system kept ticking up, faster, harder.

[67%...]

"Ahhhhh! Ethan... You are inside of me..." she screamed, her voice a broken, beautiful song. "I can feel you..."

Her body convulsed, her nails digging into my back.

"Fuck, Puriel..." I breathed, my own control slipping.

[89%...]

It was the ultimate pleasure.

It was the ultimate power.

'A little bit more...' I thought. I was both for my climax and the system.

"Ethan, no, please... I can't..." She sounded like a child, her voice small and unsure.

But it was too late. The beast was unleashed, and it was unstoppable.

My thrusts grew stronger, harder. My grip on her wrists tightened, and I leaned in, claiming her mouth, her body, her soul.

"You're mine, Puriel," I growled, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "All mine."

She screamed, her body arching up to meet me, her thighs squeezing around me.

I lost control, my hips moving on their own. It was too much, too good.

Her scent filled the air, her taste flooded my senses.

It was overwhelming.

And then it happened.

The system reached its peak.

A bright flash of light erupted, and I felt the power surging through me, the connection between us pulsing with energy.

[100%...]

[Fusion has been successful!]

She gasped, her body shaking, her eyes wide and wild.

I groaned, my cock pulsing, my seed spilling into her, mixing with her holy essence in a way that should never have been possible.

Ting

[Your Demonic Power has fully charged!]

[You got EXP!]

[You just got a new partner!]

[Puriel Crystallight- Angel (2503)]

[!!!Warning!!!]

[The system will start your transformation into a Nephilim!]

'Oh no…' The thought hit me like a punch. I’d known, somehow, that this fusion would come with consequences, but I’d pushed it to the back of my mind. There wasn’t exactly room to think rationally back there. But now? The gravity of it sank in, and I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

Then the pain hit.

It wasn’t just a discomfort or a dull ache. No, this was the kind of excruciating, soul-deep agony that drowned every other sensation. It shot through my body, sharp and relentless, making my vision blur as I clenched my jaw to keep from screaming. But holding it in was futile. A guttural scream tore from my throat, raw and unfiltered, nothing like the pleasure-filled moans from just moments ago. This was pure suffering.

I pulled myself out of her, my entire body tense, and collapsed beside her, gasping for breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire. My muscles spasmed as though lightning were coursing through me, trying to tear me apart from the inside out. The pain reminded me all too well of the first time Lilieth turned me into an incubus—the bone-deep agony, the transformation, the feeling that I was somehow losing pieces of myself only to gain something darker and more powerful in return.

Puriel’s face shifted from pleasure to panic in an instant. She scrambled to my side, her hands hovering, not sure where to touch, what to do. "Ethan! Are you okay?” Her voice was shaky, desperate.

I wanted to laugh, to throw a sarcastic “Does this look okay to you?” her way. But all that came out was another pained groan as another wave of agony ripped through me, rendering me speechless. I clamped my eyes shut, feeling the clash of powers inside me—a volatile mix of holy and demonic energy that warred with each other, each trying to dominate, to take control.

“Ethan…!” Her voice was a whisper, laced with fear. I could feel her trembling as she placed a hesitant hand on my shoulder.

The announcements kept flashing across my vision in quick succession.

[Nephilim transformation: 5% complete…]

[Warning! Transformation at risk of failure due to conflicting energies!]

[Immediate action is required to stabilize! Connecting with compatible energy…]

Connecting? What the hell was the system trying to do?

Another surge of pain racked my body, and I could feel Puriel’s holy power intertwined with my demonic essence. It was pure chaos—a brutal tug-of-war within me. The holy power wasn’t meant to mix with the demonic essence; they were opposites, like oil and water, each rejecting the other. Yet somehow, the system was forcing them together, trying to create something new. But it hurt—god, did it hurt.

I managed to open my eyes, looking up at Puriel. Her face was inches from mine, her eyes full of worry and guilt. “Ethan, I—I didn’t know this would happen,” she stammered. “I never… I didn’t realize…”

My voice came out weak, barely above a whisper, “Not… your fault.” I sucked in a shaky breath, every inch of me screaming in agony. “This… was my choice. I knew… there’d be a price.”

“But I can help! There must be a way I can—” She stopped herself, a new determination hardening her features. “Hold on, just hold on, Ethan. I’ll figure this out.”