The Incubus System Chapter 1014. Make The Queen Beg I

The Incubus System Chapter 1014. Make The Queen Beg I

“You… you tease,” she stammered, her voice laced with frustration and a hint of defiance. Her body squirmed beneath me, her hips bucking slightly, desperately seeking the release I had cruelly denied her. Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to regain some semblance of control over herself.

I smirked, enjoying the sight of the powerful queen reduced to a state of frustrated need beneath me. “Oh, I am,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “But believe me, you'll need it,” I whispered into her ear, letting my breath tickle her skin. I wanted her to feel every ounce of tension, every moment of anticipation. I wanted her to know just what she was in for.

She shivered at my words, her body reacting despite the indignation that flared in her eyes. “Need it?” she scoffed, trying to maintain her composure, her regal defiance. But I could see through the facade; I could see the way her body trembled, the way her breath hitched, betraying the desire coursing through her veins.

“Yes, need it,” I replied, my tone dropping to a husky whisper. “Because I’m going to use my special power on you, Zalira. And trust me, you’re going to want to be prepared for what’s coming.” I planned to use my demonic erection of course.

Her eyes widened. I could see a flicker of fear mingling with her desire. I bet she had heard stories—whispers in the dark about the power of a demon’s touch, the intensity of their lust. And now, she was about to experience it firsthand. She swallowed hard, her body still trembling beneath mine, caught between fear and anticipation.

“You… you think I can’t handle it?” she challenged, her voice wavering slightly, betraying her uncertainty.

I chuckled softly, my hand moving to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Oh, I know you can handle it,” I said, my voice smooth and confident. “But handling it and enjoying it… those are two different things. And I want you to enjoy this, Zalira. I want you to crave it. To crave me.”

I could see the conflict in her eyes, the wariness battling with the growing hunger. She was still the queen, still a ruler who was used to being in control. But now… now she was on the brink of surrender, teetering on the edge of something new, something dangerous and exciting.

“You’re so sure of yourself,” she muttered, her voice a mix of defiance and something softer, something more vulnerable.

I grinned, my lips brushing against her ear. “I have to,” I whispered. “Because what I’m about to do to you… it’s going to change you, Zalira. You’ll never be the same again.”

Before she could respond, I shifted, my body moving over hers, positioning myself in front of her entrance. I could feel the heat from her, the slick wetness that coated her entrance. She was ready, so ready, but I wanted to make sure she was begging for it, aching for it.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her neck, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her gasp. My hands moved to her tail. “Relax,” I whispered against her skin. “Just relax and let me in.”

She trembled, her breath hitching as she felt the tip of my erection brushing against her entrance, teasing her, barely pressing inside. Her body was taut with anticipation. A shiver ran through her as she felt the heat and hardness of me just at her core. I could see the desire in her eyes, the mix of fear and longing, the battle between her need to maintain control and the primal urge to surrender. The conflict was delicious to watch.

Her tail, long and sinuous, coiled around my leg, tightening with every inch I pushed forward. It was a reflex. I could feel the muscles in her tail contracting, her scales smooth and cool against my skin. She was holding on, holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of her regal composure, even now.

But I wasn’t going to let her have that. Not tonight.

“Do you feel that, Zalira?” I whispered, my voice low and husky, my lips brushing against her ear. “Do you feel how close you are? How badly do you want it?”

She moaned softly, her body arching beneath mine, her hips tilting upward as if seeking more. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whimper, her breath hot and shallow.

“Good,” I murmured, pressing just a bit deeper, letting her feel the stretch, the pressure. “But not yet,” I teased, pulling back slightly, drawing another frustrated groan from her lips.

Her eyes flew open, a mix of anger and desperation flashing in them. “Why… why are you doing this?” she panted, her voice filled with frustration. “Why are you teasing me?”

I chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated between us. “Because I want you to want it,” I said simply. “I want you to beg for it.”

She let out a frustrated hiss, her tail tightening around my leg, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I don’t beg,” she snapped, her voice filled with defiance, even as her body betrayed her, her hips lifting again, trying to coax me inside.

I smirked, pressing forward just enough to make her gasp, but not enough to give her what she wanted. “Not yet,” I agreed softly. “But you will.”

She growled low in her throat, a sound that was both frustration and need, her tail squeezing tighter around me, her body writhing beneath mine. “You’re insufferable,” she muttered, her breath hot against my cheek.

“And you’re beautiful when you’re angry,” I countered, my voice a low purr. “But I think you’ll be even more beautiful when you’re begging for me.”

She glared at me, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something that wasn’t anger or frustration. Something that was raw and unfiltered, a pure, desperate need. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of surrender, and I was going to push her over.