Dorian didn't keep her waiting long, but he paused for a few seconds to savor the sight from afar.
There was a delicious ass that was sticking out just for him, and he was determined to give it a playful slap at least once.
Closing the distance, he teased her, running his hands over her beautiful curves.
A sudden urge struck him—to explore her most intimate area, her beautiful pussy, which was in plain sight with his fingers, to feel her completely, at least once.
He took a few steps until he was standing behind her. He trailed his touch from her hips to her lower lips, his index finger grazing the still-wet folds, which grew even slicker as he circled gently.
"Wait, hnn, what are you doing, Dorian?" Emma gasped, glancing back in protest.
A sharp slap rang out, sending a quiver through her core.
"Dorian! I'm not into that…" She tried to object, but his finger was already inside, moving slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stay composed.
Dorian slipped another finger in, watching her body tense; it seemed that she was still sensitive from their earlier encounter, as the red, fog-like energy continued to pour into him, fueling his incubus power.
"Alright, I won't keep you waiting much longer," he whispered into her ear, his voice soothing yet teasing.
"I know you're feeling embarrassed."
"I'm not… just…" she mumbled, her words trailing off.
He rubbed his wet fingers, confirming she was ready for him.
Dorian prepared himself, guiding his cock along her pink folds, not yet fully entering, while teasing her entrance.
Emma shot him an angry glance, earning a gentler slap this time.
"Just… go," she said, her voice hushed but urgent.
"I don't know how much time we have, and I really don't want someone rushing us…"
Dorian smirked, sensing the real reason behind her urgency.
"You want it already, huh? Alright, let's get started."
Dorian slowly slid inside, feeling each centimeter enter this time.
He had slowly waited for this moment, the one he would have full control over.
Dorian wanted to just go in deep, but he knew he had to savor the start at least. He was set on enjoying the view of her reaction and how it corresponded to how deep he was going.
As Dorian reached deeper, he felt a slight resistance, and his gentle wiggle made Emma jolt upright.
"Did I hit the end, my dear?" he teased, a smile spreading across his face as Emma nodded, struggling to steady herself.
He pulled back, adjusting his position, and gripped her waist firmly.
Rocking his hips, he set a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust drawing heavier breaths from Emma.
Her body bounced in sync with his, their movements harmonizing until a rhythmic clap echoed between her curves and his waist.
At times, Dorian closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.
Her soft moans, the way she braced herself despite her quivering legs, and the warmth and liquids that were enveloping him were intoxicating.
He leaned closer, massaging her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples, each action earning him bursts of red energy that he savored as they fed his incubus power.
Dorian wasn't intent on draining her completely, but each movement he refined brought him not only pleasure but also a sense of accumulating power.
Then, something caught his eye—similar to his experience with Luna, beside Emma, a display that showed red hearts appeared.
They were the symbols of her growing affection, he presumed.
One heart was already full, and the second was steadily filling.
Curious to accelerate this, he quickened his hips, noticing a surge in energy but a slower fill of the heart.
"Guess you don't like it that fast, huh? Or maybe it's this position," he murmured.
He slowed, gently lifting her to stand, ignoring her protest.
"What is it, Dorian? It was fine like that!" she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
Dorian expected her criticism, especially since the energy flow was strong, but he also wanted her love points to rise.
Lifting her off the ground, he held her by her thighs, his enhanced strength making it effortless.
He kissed her deeply, a gesture only his newfound power allowed with such ease.
"I know you love to kiss," he whispered, his lips grazing hers.
"Just doing you from behind bores you, doesn't it?"
He was right—the heart began filling faster.
Guiding his cock back inside, he aimed to balance both her energy and her affection, determined to claim the best of both worlds.
This position demanded more effort from Dorian, but the control over Emma's movements felt exhilarating, especially as her kisses, masking her embarrassment, began to work against him as he felt a buildup forming within him.
To keep her in sync, he gently lowered her onto the soft couch, thrusting with slightly more force, occasionally pausing to graze the spot she loved.
Her muffled gasps returned as she clasped her mouth, though the need for silence faded when a loud song began to play, its rhythm perfectly matching Dorian's movements.
"Emma, please tell me you're close to climax," he urged, voice husky.
"It won't feel the same if you aren't."
Emma, too consumed by the sensations, didn't respond.
Dorian pushed further, gently tugging her erect nipples, intensifying the rush of red energy flooding into him.
Cursing under his breath, he kept moving, sensing she was on the verge of her next climax with just a little more effort.
He leaned in for another kiss, and Emma suddenly pulled him close, her legs wrapping tightly around him.
Their timing was slightly off, but it would do.
Dorian surrendered his willpower, releasing inside her with a second surge, though the sensation, dulled by the condom, wasn't as intense as before.
He savored the moment as Emma's grip on him loosened.
Emma panted, wiping sweat from her brow, her eyes flicking to the condom and his cock as Dorian slowly withdrew.
"Next time… I'll play with that, alright?" she said weakly, with a shy smile.
Dorian chuckled, his lust energy filled at least for the day.
"Glad there'll be a next time, then."
He winked at her.
"Of course," she replied, her voice soft but certain.
"But in a proper place… where we won't get rushed."