The Incubus System Chapter 975. Love is a Kind of Manipulation

The Incubus System Chapter 975. Love is a Kind of Manipulation

Diamond and Pearl’s PoV

'Well... love is a kind of manipulation too...' Diamond thought, her mind racing as her hand continued its rhythmic movement. People did a lot of crazy things for love, things that could easily be seen as manipulative. She was no exception. Damian had made her discover something within herself, something raw and primal. The dirty side of her, the part that craved his dominance and control.

When he was just a student, he had already managed to bend her knees and spread her legs with his charm and confidence. But now, as the demon lord and prince of darkness, he had taken it to another level. His new identity brought a new level of domination and control that she found irresistible.

But even though her logic warned her about the dangers, Diamond didn’t seem to care. There was a thrill in surrendering to Damian’s control, a dark allure in his domination that she couldn’t resist. She had to admit, she liked how she felt under his power. It was paradoxical—how being under the control of a demon could feel like the safest place in the world.

Yes, it sounded scary. The idea of being under a demon's control would make anyone shudder. But Diamond knew the truth. Damian was fiercely protective of his harem members. His possessiveness was a double-edged sword; while it meant submitting to his will, it also meant unwavering protection. They all bore the mark of his incubus’s protection, his own protection mark and a bond that ensured he would come to their aid at a moment's notice, flying to their side if they were in danger.

This knowledge brought a strange comfort. Damian’s dominance was a shield, just like a promise that no harm would come to them as long as they were under his care.

"What's on your mind, Diamond?" Damian asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His intense gaze never left her face, searching for the secrets she held within.

She paused for a moment, her hand stilling on his erection. "Just thinking about how much you've changed," she admitted, her voice soft but steady. "And how much you've changed me."

Damian smirked, a dark, seductive expression that made her heart race. "Is that so? And do you like these changes?" he asked, leaning closer, his breath warm against her ear. The proximity and the intimacy of his presence made her shiver. She felt his breath on her skin. A teasing prelude to the touch she craved.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I do. You've brought out something in me, something I didn't know was there. And I... I like it."

Damian's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good," he murmured, his voice a blend of approval and promise. "I enjoy seeing this side of you. It suits you."

He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to her neck, just below her ear. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She tilted her head slightly, giving him better access, and he took it, his lips and tongue exploring her sensitive skin.

“What are you waiting for? Touch me more,” Damian's voice was full of allure, thick with a commanding presence that sent shivers down Diamond’s spine. The urgency in his tone was undeniable, and she could feel how hard he was beneath his trousers.

She looked at his face and saw the faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes alight with excitement. There was something incredibly satisfying about seeing Damian, usually so composed and dominant, in a state of such raw desire. A grin appeared on her lips, a mix of anticipation and satisfaction.

“Okay,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper. She extended her hand to his zipper, feeling the smooth metal beneath her fingers. With a deliberate slowness, she pulled it down, revealing the prize within. To her surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his shaft sprung free, half-hard and eager. It wasn’t at its full length yet, but it was still an impressive sight.

“Hello, little guy. I’m here to make you bigger,” she greeted his cock, her tone playful yet laced with promise. It was as if his shaft had a mind of its own, responding to her touch and words with a throbbing pulse.

Diamond’s fingers wrapped around his shaft, feeling the warmth and the slight give of the not yet fully erect flesh. She could sense the potential there. With slow, deliberate movements, she began to stroke him, coaxing him to full hardness. Each motion was measured and she knew it would drive him wild.

She could feel Damian’s breath quickening, his body responding to her ministrations. His hips began to move slightly, a subtle thrusting that matched the rhythm of her strokes. The faint blush on his cheeks deepened, and his eyes never left hers.

But instead of immediately taking it into her mouth, Diamond lowered his pants further, exposing more of his cock. Instead of kissing it or diving into a blow job, she moved closer and sniffed it. She inhaled deeply, taking in the scent that lingered on his skin. The sweet, musky smell of semen remained, indicating he had been with someone else recently.

It was a curious feeling. By all rights, she should have felt a pang of jealousy—something any normal woman might feel. But instead, Diamond found herself intrigued, even aroused by the evidence of his earlier exploits.

“I smell your cum,” she whispered, her voice husky with a mix of curiosity and excitement. She glanced up at him, her eyes questioning. “How much have you done today?”

Damian's response was casual, almost indifferent. “I don’t know,” he answered, his tone nonchalant. “I lost my count.”

His words, spoken so casually as if it were a trivial matter, only intensified her fascination. She admired his unreserved nature, his unabashed acceptance of his own desires. It wasn't a problem; it was simply who he was.

“It doesn’t matter,” Diamond said, shifting her gaze back to his shaft. This time, she leaned in and kissed the tip, leaving a mark of her bright lipstick. It had been on her mind since Damian mentioned it. The sight of her lipstick on his flesh was both provocative and satisfying.