Chapter 155. Like Fire and Arrogance II
Succubi Chapter 155. Like Fire and Arrogance II
Her body trembled above me, muscles tense, breath shaking as she adjusted. I could feel how tight she was, how perfectly she fit, the way her body seemed to cling and pulse around me like it didn’t know how to let go.
“F*ck,” I hissed, jaw clenched so hard it ached. “You feel—”
She cut me off with another breathless sound as she moved, slowly at first, rolling her hips experimentally, fingers still touching herself as she learned the rhythm. She gasped again, louder this time, eyes fluttering shut before snapping open to look at me.
“Oh,” she whispered. “You’re… you’re too much.”
I grabbed her hips, holding her still for half a second, grounding both of us. My control was razor-thin now. My cock throbbed inside her, every movement she made dragging sparks straight up my spine.
“Move,” I commanded, voice dark and strained. “Just… don’t stop looking at me.”
She obeyed.
She started to ride me properly now, hips rolling, thighs tightening around me, her fingers moving faster over herself as she found what made her gasp and arch and moan my name like it was a sin she didn’t regret.
Every sound she made pushed me closer. Every movement pulled pleasure tighter, sharper, hotter.
She knew how to move.
And she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Every twist of her hips, every breathy moan, every slow, grinding stroke, she was playing me like an instrument she already knew the tune to. Her hands still danced over her own body as she rode me, fingers teasing, tracing, circling with the kind of shameless finesse that only a succubus could pull off.
I was trying to hold it together.
Trying.
But she was tight. So tight it was unfair. Velvet walls pulsing around my cock, pulling at me like her body was built to keep me buried inside. And the way she looked down at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, eyes wild, made everything worse. Or better. Depending on how much sanity I was willing to lose.
She moaned again, loud, sensual, no filter, and I nearly lost control.
I broke the ropes since yeah, it was clearly weak ropes. Maybe for low-level demons.
My hands gripped her thighs, guiding her rhythm, but she didn't need guidance. She was moving on pure instinct and desire now. Her body trembled slightly, not from weakness, but from need. From how much she wanted to keep going. And me?
I couldn’t stop moving.
My hips started to buck up harder. Rougher. I groaned, biting my lip as I lost the rhythm and became something else entirely.
Wild.
Uncontrolled.
Like a beast let off its leash.
I thrusted into her with reckless, desperate energy, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room, mixing with the guttural sound of her pleasure as she cried out again and again. Her fingers didn’t stop working herself. Her body didn’t stop moving. She was lost in it now,fully committed, fully owned by the moment.
And I was gone.
My whole body tightened. The pressure coiled hard and fast in my gut, building, climbing, fire under my skin. Her voice, the way she moaned my name with that filthy, delighted tone, pushed me past the edge.
I came.
Hard.
My vision went white for half a second. My back arched. My hands gripped her hips so tight I was sure there’d be marks. I buried myself to the hilt, deeper than ever, and just let go. A wave of raw, scorching heat flooded through me as I pulsed deep inside her, riding every twitch, every throb, every intense wave of pleasure that crashed and burned across my nerves like a storm.
And then…
[System Notification]
[You got a new partner: Evelyn Nocturne (Envy).]
[Resonance Bonus Applied.]
[Level Up! ]
[Additional Stats Applied: Wish Fulfillment Bonus Activated (Host's Desire Satisfied).]
[HP Increased]
[Mana Pool Expanded]
[ New Skill unlocked]
My breath caught as the system flare seared through me, magic surging like a current down my spine. My aura reacted wildly, a burst of pride and sin flaring out around the bed. Even the air tasted different, sweet, electric, charged with infernal resonance and lust magic gone nuclear.
I blinked. The room spun.
She collapsed onto my chest, trembling, flushed, panting against my neck.
But…
She wasn’t done.
I could feel it.
Her hips were still moving. Slowly. Grinding.
“Evelyn…” I breathed, half-laugh, half-warning.
She lifted her head and looked at me. Her hair was a mess, her lips were kiss-swollen and glossy, and her eyes…
Those eyes.
Still blazing.
Still hungry.
“I’m not finished,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse, breathy, cracked with pleasure and determination. “You said I could play with you, right?”
“I just came,” I groaned.
“You’re a Pride demon,” she smirked, rolling her hips again. “You’ll survive.”
And she was right.
Because even now,especially now, I was already hardening again. My shaft throbbed inside her as if my body had just decided round one was a warm-up.
And her walls? Still tight. Still slick. Still perfect.
“I can’t stop,” she whispered. “I don’t want to stop.”
Neither did I.
I cupped her cheek, dragging her lips back to mine.
“Then don’t.”
She kissed me hard, her lips crashing into mine with heat and greed like she’d been waiting for that answer since the moment she walked into my life. Her breath hitched in that soft way that made my blood burn, and her hips moved again, slow, delicious, dragging her body down along my cock with the kind of sinful grind that should’ve been illegal.
Her walls still clutched at me. Tight. Desperate. Alive.
It wasn’t just the physical sensation anymore. It was her aura, her presence, her magic, woven through every twist of her hips and flick of her tongue like a spell laced in pleasure. I could feel her, inside and out, wrapped around me in more ways than one.
And then she pulled back just enough to smirk.
That damn smirk.
That was the real danger.
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