The Incubus System Chapter 1015. Make The Queen Beg II

The Incubus System Chapter 1015. Make The Queen Beg II

Slowly, deliberately, I pushed forward again, letting her feel every inch, every bit of the thickness that was about to fill her. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her body tensing, her tail curling tighter around me. “Damian…” she moaned, her voice a mixture of desperation and frustration.

“Yes, Zalira?” I whispered again, my voice soft yet laced with a dark edge of command. My lips brushed against hers, just barely touching, teasing her, just like how the tip of my erection teased at her entrance.

Her body quivered beneath mine, the mix of desire and frustration clear on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, clouded with a lust that was almost overwhelming. I could see her fighting it, trying to maintain control, but I wasn’t going to let her keep any semblance of composure. Not now. Not when she was so close to breaking.

“I…” she started, her breath hitching as she struggled to form words. Her tail tightened around my leg, squeezing almost painfully, her scales pressing into my skin. She was fighting herself, her pride warring with the raw, primal need that I could feel radiating off her in waves. “I want…”

“What do you want?” I coaxed, my voice a low, soothing purr, my lips moving to brush along her jawline, down to her neck. I nipped at her skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her, feeling her body arch up against mine, trying to press herself closer. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to beg for it, to admit how much she needed me.

“Don’t… don’t tease me,” she managed to gasp out, her voice trembling, a mix of frustration and a touch of desperation. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body moving instinctively, her hips tilting upward, seeking more of me, trying to pull me in.

I grinned against her skin, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her sweat, the heat of her skin. “I’m not teasing, Zalira,” I murmured, my voice dropping even lower, more seductive. “I’m giving you a choice. All you have to do is tell me what you want. Admit it. Surrender to it.”

She let out a low, frustrated hiss, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back, pressing herself against me. “I… I want…” she stammered again, her voice barely a whisper, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

“Louder,” I demanded, my voice a sharp contrast to the softness of my touch, my fingers trailing down her sides, brushing over her scales, feeling the way her muscles tensed beneath my hands. “Tell me what you want, Zalira.”

“I want you,” she finally admitted, her voice breaking on the last word, her breath hitching as she said it. Her eyes opened, locking onto mine, and I could see the fire in them, the need. “I want you inside me. Please.”

“Good girl,” I whispered, my voice a low, approving rumble. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I could see the mixture of frustration and relief on her face. She had finally given in, finally surrendered to the desire that was burning through her veins. And now… now I would give her what she wanted.

I shifted, positioning myself just at her entrance, letting her feel the heat, the hardness pressing against her, ready to push inside. “Are you ready, Zalira?” I asked, my voice a soft, teasing whisper. “Are you ready to feel me, to take all of me?”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, her eyes locked onto mine with a mix of anticipation and fear. I could see the hunger in her gaze, the raw, unfiltered desire, but there was also a flicker of doubt—a hesitation as she braced herself for what was to come.

I grinned, feeling the power surge through me, a dark, intoxicating rush that filled me with confidence. Without breaking eye contact, I activated my skill. ‘Demonic Erection, Level 3.’

[Demonic Erection has activated!]

I could feel the change immediately, the surge of demonic energy coursing through me, pooling in my loins. My erection grew thicker, longer, stretching beyond its natural limits, pulsing with a heat that was almost unbearable.

Her eyes widened as she felt the difference, a gasp escaping her lips as she stared down at the size of me, her mouth falling open in shock. “W-What? It’s… it’s so big,” she stammered, her voice trembling, a mixture of awe and fear.

“Surprised?” I asked, my voice low and taunting, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Something more… substantial?” I teased, letting the words hang in the air, heavy with promise. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the desire battling with the uncertainty, the need to maintain control clashing with the primal urge to surrender.

“Y-Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper, her breath catching in her throat. “But… I didn’t expect…”

I chuckled softly, my hands moving to grip her hips, holding her steady as I positioned myself at her entrance once more. “That’s the thing about demons, Zalira,” I said, my voice a dark, seductive purr. “We’re full of surprises.”

She shivered at my words, her body trembling beneath mine, her tail coiling tighter around my leg, squeezing almost painfully. I could feel her fear, her hesitation, but also her desire, the heat that radiated from her, the slick wetness that coated her entrance. She was ready, whether she admitted it or not. She was ready for me.

“Don’t worry,” I murmured, my voice softening just a bit. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

With that, I began to push forward, easing the tip of my erection into her, feeling the tightness, the resistance as her body tried to accommodate my size.

She gasped, her breath hitching, her eyes wide, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to brace herself. “It’s… it’s too much,” she whimpered, her voice strained, her body tensing beneath mine.