Chapter 157. Warm and Cold I
Succubi Chapter 157. Warm and Cold I
My shaft rubbed along her most sensitive spot, over and over, pushing her to the edge and holding her there. My hands didn’t stop moving. Warm and cold. Cold and warm. The potions hadn’t worn off, and her body was in chaos.
But her eyes?
Still fixed on me.
Still burning.
Still Envy.
“You love it,” I said against her throat, biting her lightly there. “You love being under me.”
“I— hate— how much I love it,” she hissed, voice barely functioning now.
“You’re a mess,” I whispered, flicking her nipple again while my cock bottomed out with every thrust.
“You made me a mess,” she moaned.
I leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
“Good.”
Then I fucked her harder.
Not fast. Not mindless. Just deeper. More deliberate.
Every thrust was a promise. Every grind of my hips against hers said you’re mine now, and her body? Oh, she believed it.
Evelyn was already wrecked, hair splayed across the sheets like wild silk, lips parted around broken breaths, her body a trembling, glowing mess of sweat, aura, and potion-laced magic. But she hadn’t given up. Not yet. Her nails dragged down my back, leaving faint lines that didn’t hurt but burned.
“You—” she tried to speak, then gasped as I rolled my hips again, hitting just right. “You’re gonna—gonna kill me—”
I grinned, breath hot against her cheek. “Not yet.”
Her legs tightened around my waist, her heels digging into my back like she wanted me deeper. Her head tipped back, throat exposed, breath catching every time my cock dragged through her pulsing walls.
I watched her unravel.
Her hands went to my shoulders, gripping hard. Her moans shifted, less words now, more sound. Desperate, wild, uncontrolled. Her body arched into me, hips bucking to meet every thrust, chasing the edge I kept dragging her toward.
Then it hit.
I felt it before she said a thing.
Her whole body tensed, like the world snapped tight around her spine, and her nails bit into my skin as she screamed.
Not loud. Not dramatic. Just raw. Guttural. Real.
Her inner walls clamped down on me, fluttering, pulsing, pulling me in deeper as she came, hard. Her thighs quivered. Her breath hitched in broken gasps. She was beautiful. Ruined. Shaking beneath me and still whispering my name like a confession.
[System Notification]
[Bonus Harmony State]
[+10 Stats Points.]
[Level Up!]
[New Trait Gained: Sinful Synergy (Stat bonuses increase proportionally during peak arousal events.)]
[Condition: “In the Mood” (Active)]
[System: Would you like to continue performance enhancement?]
I blinked, still moving inside her, slower now but not stopping.
“What the hell…?”
The numbers. The stats. That trait.
That meant…
I looked down at her. Evelyn’s eyes were still glassy from orgasm, lips trembling with each breath. She looked wrecked. And still? Still beautiful.
My cock twitched inside her.
I grinned. “Okay, Evelyn…”
I leaned in, brushing her messy hair back from her flushed face.
“Round three.”
Her breath caught. She looked at me like I just declared war, and she loved it.
“You demon,” she whispered, half laugh, half moan.
I thrusted once. Slow. Deep.
She arched again, and her moan rolled across my skin like a spell.
I didn’t even need the system boost.
But I welcomed it.
Time to break her all over again.
And I did.
I really did.
We went for hours.
Not rushed. Not frantic. Just relentless. A rhythm between madness and worship, between prideful dominance and sinful indulgence. Evelyn had offered herself up like a challenge, a spark waiting to catch, and I…?
I poured oil on the flame.
Her body was a masterpiece in motion, slick, hot, trembling under every stroke of my hands and every inch of my cock. And yeah, I played. Not just with rhythm or pace, but with her.
I explored her like a map I’d been given permission to redraw. Fingers trailing down her thighs, tongue teasing her stomach, lips grazing that soft spot beneath her ear that made her shudder like I’d whispered a spell.
She screamed for me.
Not in fear. Not even in pain. Just pure, decadent release. Over and over.
And the thing was…
This was new to me.
I’d had sex. Sure. But not like this. Not the kind that was equal parts desire and discovery. Not where every movement felt like it unlocked something buried in the nerves, the skin, the soul. I wasn’t just fucking her. I was learning her. And she let me.
She wanted me to.
Her ropes eventually reappeared.
And yeah, I looked at them, then looked at her.
She smirked. Dared me.
So I bound her.
With her own damn setup.
Arms above her head, legs spread just enough to keep her vulnerable, flushed, panting on the sheets. She moaned the moment they tightened. The moment she felt them again.
And I lost it.
I took her in every way that setup allowed. With my hands. My mouth. My hips. Her breath kept catching, and her voice kept breaking on my name like it was a sacred chant.
“Evan… Evan— harder— please—”
She begged. And I rewarded her.
My touch alternated between bliss and delicious torture. I kissed her thighs, then denied her for five slow seconds. I dragged my tongue along her stomach, only to stop just before where she needed me most. And when I finally gave in?
She rolled her eyes back and came so hard she screamed again.
Every orgasm hit her like a wave she didn’t know how to swim through. Her thighs shook. Her wrists trembled in the bindings. Her voice kept going hoarse, but she wouldn’t stop moaning my name.
And I didn’t stop either.
We were soaked in each other, sweat, aura, breath. My body ached. My muscles screamed. But still I moved. Still I stayed inside her. Still I kissed her skin, sucked marks into her collarbone, grazed my teeth along her neck.
Evelyn writhed beneath me like she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.
She came again.
And again.
And again.
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