Succubi Chapter 166. Pride and Desire I
I groaned.
Actually groaned.
I did not even know that sound came from me.
She looked pleased.
Her hand stroked slowly, testing the rhythm, her thumb brushing the sensitive tip with lazy cruelty. My hips twitched instinctively, chasing more friction.
"You never let yourself sound like that," she whispered.
Her wings shifted, and she leaned down, her lips brushing the head of my cock through the thin barrier of fabric before she pulled it free.
The cool air hit first.
Then her mouth.
She did not rush into it. She kissed the length first, slow kisses down my shaft, her tongue flicking teasingly along the underside before she wrapped her lips around the tip.
My back arched.
"Evelyn—"
She hummed softly, the vibration sending a shock straight through me.
Her mouth moved lower, taking more of me in, her hand following the rest of the way, working in tandem. The rhythm was controlled. Intentional. She was not just pleasing me. She was studying every reaction.
Her tail curled around my thigh, tightening slightly when I bucked my hips.
I tried to grab her shoulders, to guide her pace.
She smirked against me and pulled back just enough to give me a look that said absolutely not.
Then she moved higher.
Her breasts pressed against my cock, warm and soft, the skin flushed from her aura. She wrapped one hand around me again and began sliding my shaft between her breasts, squeezing them together with just enough pressure to make me hiss.
Her tongue flicked across the tip again between strokes.
I groaned louder this time.
"I never thought I could do that," I muttered, half dazed.
"Sound like you are about to lose your mind?" she teased.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her up, flipping us in a quick motion. Now I was over her, pinning her wrists lightly above her head. My Pride flared, heat rising in my chest.
"You are too confident," I growled.
She laughed breathlessly.
"Prove me wrong."
My hands slid down her body, over her waist, cupping her breasts firmly this time, thumbs brushing across her nipples until she sucked in a sharp breath. I lowered my mouth to her neck, biting gently, earning a soft moan in return.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer.
Her folds were warm against my thigh, slick and inviting, her body already reacting to the tension between us. The heat of her skin, the subtle tremble in her breath, the way her hips lifted instinctively when I moved closer, she wanted this just as much.
I pressed forward, letting my cock slide between her folds, teasing but not entering yet.
She gasped.
"Now who's confident," I muttered against her ear.
But even as I tried to take over, even as I set the rhythm rougher, faster, more dominant…
She met me.
Matched me.
Her hips rolled up to meet every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck. She was good.
Dangerously good.
Every time I thought I controlled the pace, she twisted it, angled her body just right, whispered something filthy and soft against my ear that made my rhythm falter.
It made me want more.
Made me want to push harder.
So I did.
Rougher.
Hungrier.
Her moans filled the room, mixing with mine, the sound bouncing off stone walls and velvet shadows. The bed creaked beneath us, wings brushing against the headboard.
I leaned down, voice low and strained.
"You wanted rough?"
Her eyes gleamed.
"Show me."
And I did.
Something snapped loose in me.
Not anger. Not dominance for show. Something feral. Instinctive. The part of me that stopped calculating outcomes and just wanted.
I moved over her, pressing her into the mattress, my mouth claiming hers hard enough to steal her breath. She tasted sweet. Not metaphor sweet. Actually sweet. Like her succubus aura flavored the air itself. Warm honey and something darker underneath.
My hand slid down her body, over the curve of her breast, squeezing firmly, thumb rolling over her nipple until she arched into my palm. Her moan broke against my lips, muffled but real.
She smelled intoxicating.
Not perfume. Not soap.
Sex.
Desire.
A heat that made my head spin.
My cock was already hard, heavy between us, brushing her thigh as I moved lower. Her wings shifted behind her, feathers trembling with every rough thrust of my hips against her body.
"This is what you wanted?" I growled.
She only smiled, breathless.
My fingers traced down her stomach, then lower, sliding between her thighs. Her folds were warm, slick, already waiting. I let one finger slip inside slowly, feeling the way her body tightened instantly around me.
Her breath caught.
She moved with it, hips lifting to take more.
"Evan…" she whispered.
I pushed deeper, curling slightly, watching her expression change. Her lips parted. Her eyes fluttered closed. The way her body reacted was addictive.
She shifted again, voice lower now, breath shaky. "I need something bigger…"
The words were soft, teasing, but hungry.
I slid a second finger in, stretching her slowly, deliberately, watching the way her back arched. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.
Her body opened for me.
Expanded for me.
I leaned down, kissing the line of her jaw, then lower, biting lightly at her neck before trailing down her chest. My mouth closed around one breast, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak, drawing another moan from her throat.
Her wings pressed against the bed as her hips rolled up to meet my hand.
I pulled my fingers free slowly, earning a frustrated whimper.
Then I moved down.
My mouth hovered over her folds for a second before I leaned in and kissed her there, slow, deliberate. The taste hit my tongue and I nearly groaned at how sweet she was. Succubus indeed.
She cried out softly as my tongue slid along her folds, exploring, teasing, then pressing deeper. Her fingers tangled in my hair instantly, gripping tight.
"Ah—Evan—"
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