The Incubus System Chapter 1008. Zalira's Mockery

The Incubus System Chapter 1008. Zalira's Mockery

So I tempered my actions, holding back just enough to maintain the illusion of control she needed. My movements were deliberate, precise, designed to draw out her pleasure without crossing the invisible line that would shift the balance too far in my favor. I wanted her to crave more, to feel the pull of what we could have, without tipping my hand too early.

I switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, my tongue flicking over her nipple before I gently sucked, drawing another low moan from her lips. Her fingers found my hair, tangling in it as she urged me on, her body trembling slightly beneath me.

Zalira’s laughter was soft, filled with a mix of pleasure and amusement, and it gave me confidence that what I was doing was having the desired effect. Her body responded so beautifully, and every touch, every caress, seemed to pull her deeper into the moment. I felt sure that I was on the right track, that if I just kept pushing, she would eventually yield completely.

But then, as her breath came in ragged gasps between my touches, she spoke again, her words punctuated by the pleasure she was clearly feeling. “This is nice…” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, a shiver running through her body as I continued. “But not good enough,” she added, her tone taking on a sharp edge, a touch of mockery that cut through the intimacy.

Her words struck me like a cold shock, jolting me out of the rhythm we had established. I pulled back slightly, my mouth releasing her skin as I put some distance between us, my eyes searching her flushed face for any sign that I had misunderstood. She was clearly aroused, her body trembling with desire, and yet she had just told me that what I was doing wasn’t good enough?

“Not good enough?” I repeated, my voice tinged with confusion and disbelief. A frown creased my forehead as I tried to make sense of her words. It didn’t add up. She was enjoying this—I could feel it, see it in the way her body reacted. So why would she say otherwise?

Zalira’s response was a slow, mocking smile, one that sent a wave of frustration and doubt through me. “Elros did better than you,” she said, her voice dripping with casual cruelty as she compared me to her trusted bodyguard.

For a moment, I was silent. This was the first time a woman had brought up another man’s name during such an intimate moment, and it felt like a punch to the gut. It was a turn-off, an insult that cut deep, and I could feel the anger beneath my skin. A burn that threatened to break through the carefully maintained control I had been exerting.

But as the initial shock wore off, I began to realize that this might be another one of her tests, a way to see how I would react when pushed to my limits. Zalira was cunning, and she knew how to play games of power and dominance better than most.

But of course, I wouldn’t let her belittle me. I wasn’t about to let Zalira’s words cut me down or shake my confidence. This time, it was I who laughed—a low, deliberate chuckle that carried with it a hint of dark amusement, as if I found everything she had just said to be utterly ridiculous. The smile on her face faltered, fading into a look of curiosity tinged with annoyance.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, her voice carrying a sharp edge.

I let my smile linger for a moment longer before answering, my tone laced with irony. “Here I am, hesitating and holding myself back because I was afraid of hurting you,” I said, each word carefully measured to convey just how absurd I found the situation. “I thought I needed to be careful, to show restraint. But apparently, you took that as weakness.”

Zalira’s eyes narrowed, her expression shifting from amusement to something more serious. “Didn’t I give you my permission?” she countered. “I said I don’t mind if you get rough. I even said do your worst. But what you did was like a boy on his first time,” she sneered, her words dripping with mockery.

“Right…” I admitted, my mind racing as I processed her words. This wasn’t my first time handling a queen, but Zalira was different from the queens in the demon world. The dynamics there were different, driven by the primal nature of demons. I could be bolder, more aggressive, without fear of crossing a line. But here, in the human world, things were more complex. I had hesitated, unsure of how far I could push her despite her earlier permission. But now, she had made it clear that she wanted more.

“Then, I will ask you once again, Your Majesty,” I said, my voice steady and calm, though there was an unmistakable edge to it. “Do you mind if I do rougher than this?”

Mia, who had been watching the exchange with growing concern, immediately understood the situation. She called my name, her voice filled with warning. “Damian,” she said softly, her tone a clear sign that she was worried about what I might do next.

But I didn’t look at her. My focus was entirely on Zalira, and it was Zalira who raised her hand slightly to stop Mia, her eyes never leaving mine. “I managed to get under your skin, didn’t I?” she said, her voice low and intense, a mixture of satisfaction and intrigue coloring her tone.

“Kinda,” I replied casually, letting go of the formalities and returning to my usual setting. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and I was no longer playing the role of the respectful subject. Instead, I was ready to meet her on equal ground, to show her that I wasn’t just talk.

Zalira leaned in closer, her face mere inches from mine, her breath warm against my skin. “Like I said… do your worst,” she challenged me, her voice barely above a whisper, but the command was unmistakable.

There was no turning back now. She had given me permission, had dared me to push her limits, and I was more than willing to oblige. “ As you wish…” I said, smirking.