The Incubus System Chapter 951. Too Much?

The Incubus System Chapter 951. Too Much?

Just as I felt Olivia's climax nearing, her body tensing and her breath hitching, I pulled my fingers out and lifted myself off her. She let out a frustrated whimper, her eyes snapping open to find mine, filled with desperate need.

“Ethan… please,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with urgency.

I smirked, feeling a rush of power at her desperate plea. “Not yet,” I murmured, my voice dark with promise. “I’ve got something even better for you.”

‘Demonic Erection level 3.’

I could feel my cock growing harder, thicker, and longer. This was a level of pleasure few could handle, and I knew Olivia was ready for it.

Her eyes widened as she saw the transformation, her breath catching in her throat. “Oh my God, Ethan…” she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and arousal.

I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her wet pussy. Without giving her a moment to prepare, I thrust inside her with one powerful, deliberate stroke. Olivia’s reaction was immediate. Her back arched off the bed, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as I filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, her tightness squeezing me in a way that made me groan with pleasure.

Her response was a series of incoherent moans, her body trembling beneath me. It was as if she had become a virgin all over again, her pussy stretched to accommodate my demonic cock. The pleasure was intense, her inner walls gripping me tightly with every thrust.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. Our tongues clashed, the taste of her desperation and need driving me wild.

“Feels nice right?” I growled against her lips, my voice thick with lust.

She could only moan in response, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. I increased my pace, each thrust driving me deeper inside her, hitting spots that made her cry out with every movement. Her pussy was soaking wet, her arousal coating my shaft as I fucked her with relentless intensity.

“Ethan… I can’t… oh, it’s too much,” she whimpered, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm.

“You can take it,” I insisted, my voice a low, commanding growl. “You’re going to come for me. I want to hear you scream my name.”

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I could feel her inner walls tightening around me, signaling her approaching climax. I changed the angle of my thrusts, hitting her deepest, most sensitive spots with every movement.

“Ethan! Oh, Ethan!” she screamed, her voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around me like a vice. The intensity of her release was enough to send me over the edge as well.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my own climax crashing over me. I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure that left us both trembling.

Ting

[Your Demonic Power is fully charged.]

[You have gained EXP!]

I gently pulled my cock out of Olivia. Her body immediately relaxed, and she dropped to the bed with a satisfied sigh. The intensity of our lovemaking had taken its toll, leaving her and Camila utterly exhausted. I sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the two beautiful women lying there, their chests rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

Their faces were flushed, their bodies glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. They looked utterly spent. Olivia's hair was splayed out on the pillow, her lips slightly parted in a soft, dreamy smile. Camila, too, seemed to have drifted off into a peaceful slumber, her hand still resting lightly on her stomach.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight, feeling a surge of pride and satisfaction.

"Maybe it was too much for them?" I muttered to myself, my thoughts lingering on the idea. The power coursing through my veins was unlike anything I had known as a human. After all, I was a demon lord now, and my seed carried more power than I had initially realized. It was possible that the pleasure I could provide was far beyond what any human could typically endure.

Glancing over at the table, I noticed the food that had been left almost untouched. After all the physical exertion, my hunger washed over me. The tantalizing aroma of the finger foods called out, reminding me of the human needs I still possessed despite my demonic nature.

I snapped my fingers, using my Demon’s Clothes skill. In an instant, a simple T-shirt and jeans appeared, covering my body.

Standing up from the bed, I made my way to the chair beside the table, the wooden legs scraping softly against the floor as I pulled it out and sat down. My gaze flicked back to Olivia and Camila, still lying in peaceful repose on the bed. They looked so serene, their bodies relaxed and content.

I picked up a small sandwich, took a bite and savoured the burst of flavors. As I chewed thoughtfully, my mind wandered back.

"Maybe I should take it easier on them," I mused, swallowing the bite of food.

A wave of melancholy washed over me, surprising in its intensity. The sex had been incredible, a physical manifestation of the deep connection we shared. But as I sat there, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of finger food, I realized that something was missing. There was a deeper yearning within me, one that went beyond the physical. I wanted to talk with them, to connect on a level that wasn't just about passion but also about our thoughts, our feelings, and everything that had happened recently.

They were more than just lovers to me. They were my partners, and I wanted to know them, truly know them. I wanted to share my thoughts and hear theirs. But looking at them now, so worn out and peaceful, I knew that today was not the time for deep conversations.

"Maybe next time," I thought, a small sigh escaping my lips. There would be other moments, other days when we could sit and talk, sharing the intimacy of our thoughts and feelings. For now, I would let them rest.