Chapter 192. Good For Her Grades?
Succubi Chapter 192. Good For Her Grades?
Sera shifted slightly above me, her body moving like liquid. She lowered herself, pressing against me, fabric of her clothes brushing against my exposed skin.
My breath hitched.
Again.
The warmth, the pressure, the slow deliberate motion…
Every nerve ending in my body lit up like a festival.
I could feel her breath on my neck, soft and warm.
Smell the faint scent of something clean and sleepy.
Hear the rustle of her clothes.
Taste my own heartbeat in my throat.
Sera’s free hand moved to my jaw, turning my head to the side gently.
“You have a tension problem,” she mumbled against my skin.
“I wonder why,” I bit back, hips jerking involuntarily as the tentacle tightened its grip, sliding along my shaft in a way that made my vision blur. Then suddenly the sucker. It kissed the tip. Softly. I sucked a breath through my teeth.
She hummed thoughtfully against my throat.
Then her tentacle slid lower, wrapping around my base, squeezing gently while the other continued its maddeningly slow strokes. Suckers kissing my shaft. The combination was a perfect, torturous symphony.
My hips bucked up, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.
A choked moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Sera didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, her sleepy eyes seemed to soften, like she found the sound… pleasing.
I felt the world narrow to the space between us. The infirmary, the academy, the mission, all of it faded away.
There was only the bed, the curtain, and her.
And her tentacles.
“Sera,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
She kissed my neck, a soft, lingering touch.
“Good,” she murmured.
Good?
What did that even mean?
Good for her grades?
Or good for… something else?
I didn't have the capacity to analyze it.
My brain was short-circuiting.
The tentacles started moving faster, their rhythm becoming more insistent. The one around my base squeezed and released in a pulsing rhythm, while the other stroked me with a slick, heat-inducing friction.
I seriously wanted to f"ck her. But hell, I couldn't! We were in the infirmary, and I could hear that the outside was getting crowded. If one person, just one, decided to check on us. We were doomed!
My breath hitched.
My hips bucked.
A low groan rumbled in my chest.
Sera shifted, her body pressing more firmly against mine. She straddled my thigh, the heat of her core seeping through the fabric of our clothes.
I could feel her.
All of her.
My hands, which had been clenched at my sides, moved instinctively. One found her waist, gripping her shirt, the other tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.
Her scent enveloped me. Something soft and floral, like a summer night after a rainstorm.
I wanted to taste her.
I tilted my head, my lips finding hers.
It was a clumsy, desperate kiss.
A mess of teeth and tongues and need.
She responded with a sleepy softness that was both infuriating and intoxicating.
Her lips were soft, plush, and yielding.
Her tongue, when it met mine, was a slow, deliberate exploration.
The tentacles continued their relentless assault.
My mind went blank.
The pressure built, a coiling heat in my groin, spreading through my veins like liquid fire.
I was close.
I wanted to cum.
But somehow, she decided it wasn't the time yet.
"Not yet. Please hold on for one or two minutes," she whispered.
Oh yeah, I could understand that. The problem was... her tentacle moved even wilder. And this one wasn't just moving, it was wriggling.
The suckers.
They weren't just suckers.
They were tiny mouths, each one kissing my length.
I broke the kiss, my head falling back against the pillow.
"Sera..." I gasped, my voice a raw, ragged thing. "I can't..."
"Shhh," she murmured, her lips tracing a path down my jaw, my neck. "Just feel."
And I did.
I felt everything.
The soft fabric of her clothes against my skin.
The hard planes of my own body beneath her.
The slick, heat-inducing friction of her tentacles.
The gentle pressure of her body on mine.
The soft, sleepy hum of her voice in my ear.
The world outside the curtain had ceased to exist.
It was just us.
Just this moment.
Just this feeling.
My hands roamed her body, tracing the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. I wanted to memorize every inch of her.
Her movements became more confident, more deliberate.
She was no longer just teasing me.
She was claiming me.
Her hips rolled against my thigh, a slow, grinding rhythm that mirrored the movements of her tentacles.
I could feel her heat, her arousal, her desire.
It was a potent aphrodisiac, a drug that went straight to my head.
My breath hitched.
My hips bucked.
A low groan rumbled in my chest.
She was driving me wild.
And I loved it.
My mind, usually so sharp and analytical, was a jumbled mess of sensation.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
I could only feel.
And what I felt was overwhelming.
A storm of emotions and sensations that threatened to consume me whole.
The pressure built, a coiling heat in my groin, spreading through my veins like liquid fire.
I was at the precipice, on the verge of a release so intense it scared me.
"Sera," I gasped, my voice a raw, ragged thing.
She looked down at me, her sleepy eyes now burning with an intensity that took my breath away.
"Then come for me, Evan," she whispered, her voice a husky caress. "Let go."
And I did.
I shattered.
My groan was torn from my throat, a raw, primal sound.
My body arched, a bow of pure sensation, as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
It was an agony of ecstasy, a torment of bliss.
And Sera was there, her tentacles milking me for every last drop, her body a warm, comforting presence against my own.
She held me through it, her arms wrapping around me, her lips murmuring soft, soothing words I couldn't quite understand.
Slowly, the waves subsided, leaving me spent, panting.
My limbs were heavy, my mind a blissful blank.
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