The Incubus System Chapter 1061. The Angel's First III

The Incubus System Chapter 1061. The Angel's First III

With careful attention, Ethan leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to gently lick and tease. The sensation shot through Puriel.

She gasped, her back arching instinctively towards him, a moan escaping her lips unbidden. She couldn’t express what this feeling was. ‘This is madness…’ she thought.

His other hand didn’t remain idle. It wandered down, exploring her body before reaching the softness between her thighs. His fingers brushed lightly over her folds, finding her already wet and responsive. He paused, his gaze lifting to meet hers. Seeing her nod, he continued, encouraged by her trust and openness.

His touch was gentle, exploring her with a curiosity that felt both exhilarating and profound. Puriel’s breathing became heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly as each of his touches seemed to ignite something deeper within her.

Ethan’s movements grew more deliberate, his fingers expertly coaxing her towards a peak she had never known before. He could sense her tension, her body winding tight with a mix of embarrassment and burgeoning desire as he shifted his attention from her breasts, trailing kisses down her stomach, each touch like a spark setting her nerves alight.

She watched, half in awe and half in disbelief, as he positioned himself between her thighs. His eyes met hers for a moment, an unspoken reassurance there, before he looked back at the task at hand. She felt the warm breath against her skin a second before his tongue made contact, the sensation so startlingly sweet that her breath hitched in her throat.

Ethan was gentle, his tongue soft and explorative. Puriel’s embarrassment battled with the overwhelming pleasure, her cheeks burning hot as the rest of her body shivered under his ministrations. He found her sweet spot quickly, his experience evident in the way he focused his attention, his tongue working magic that made her gasp out loud.

She was close to something monumental, a release she’d never felt before, something that tickled and twisted deep inside her. “E-Ethan…” She tried to speak, to warn him, to call out to him, but her words dissolved into high-pitched moans as the sensation built, unbearable and exquisite all at once.

Then, it happened. The release broke through her, intense and uncontrollable. She came hard, her body convulsing, her voice catching in a throaty cry. Ethan, caught in the midst of her climax, was splashed unexpectedly. He pulled back.

“Nice…” he muttered almost reflexively as he licked her liquid from his lips. But then, his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

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Ethan’s PoV

Once I tasted her liquid, my heart started pounding like a drum solo in a rock band's finale. An announcement flared in my vision, its glaring letters painting my fears in stark clarity.

[Unknown Holy Power is trying to invade your body!]

[Warning! Absorbing holy power will destroy your Angelic seal!]

[Fusion is in progress…]

[Your mating desire reaches its peak!]

Nope, there wasn't any "yes" or "no" about it; this was raw, visceral need—intense and unstoppable. It wasn't just a turn-on. This was that deep, overpowering lust, the first intoxicating taste of something forbidden.

After wiping another drop from my lips, I turned back to face her, my veins thrumming with a renewed fire.

[You have activated your demonic form!]

Without conscious thought, my body shifted, snapping into my demonic form like it was second nature. It was as if the system knew what I needed, adapting to the insane power surging inside me. This form was my armor against her celestial energy, letting me match her intensity without breaking under the godly force she wielded.

I stalked closer, all predatory grace. "Puriel," I breathed out, my lips capturing hers in a desperate, demanding kiss. My hands explored her, tracing every curve like a map to hidden treasure, each touch sparking shivers that mirrored my own raging desire.

The pressure built fast, undeniable. I pressed against her, feeling the slick promise of her readiness. The need to make her mine, to merge our bodies into one, overwhelmed me.

"E-Ethan?" Her whisper was laced with a mix of confusion and awe, as if she felt the seismic shift within me.

"I'm horny..." The words came out shaky, charged with urgent need. "I need to fuck you now..." It was more than a whisper now; it was a raw plea, a stark demand.

I pinned her wrists gently but firmly by her head as I hovered above her, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. "I can't control myself..." I admitted, the urgency in my voice edged with a hint of fear—not of losing control, but of losing myself to this intense craving pushing me toward her.

Her wide, searching eyes never left mine. There was a question in her gaze, a blend of curiosity and wonder, but she didn’t shrink back. Instead, she seemed to brace herself, her breath steady like she was gearing up for a storm.

"Scream as loud as you like," I murmured into her ear, my voice a husky shadow charged with intensity.

I didn't wait for her nod; I pushed forward, breaking through her resistance in one smooth motion.

"OH!" We groaned together, a sound raw and primal.

My mating urge kicked into overdrive. Her flavor was divine, a heady taste not of this world, ethereal and addictive.

[5%...]

Just from that first drive inside, the system already ticked up to '5%.' It was ludicrously fast. My instinct took over, and I moved with a ferocity driven by more than just physical need.

Her name kept slipping from my lips in a fervent chant. She called back to me, her voice stoking the beast within.

Embarrassment tinged my arousal; damn, I was never this loud, this undone. I was always the one in control, but with her, every thrust felt like the first, each gasp a discovery.

It was insane. I was the seasoned one, wasn't I? Yet there I was, completely exposed, all because she tasted so damn perfect.