Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 299: Okay, Now Take Me Again, Lover Boy (R18+)

Their touches are more insistent.

The air grew heavier, and the water fell harder, and the night grew thicker.

Ethan felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades, and he pressed her against the tiles, the coolness a sharp contrast to the heat between them.

She gasped, and he moaned, and their bodies merged, their hands exploring, their tongues tasting.

Everly was still behind him, her palms sliding over his back, her mouth moving over his shoulders.

They were everywhere, the twins, surrounding him, consuming him.

His skin burned, his nerves sizzling, the tension coiling deep inside him.

They didn’t hold back.

Their voices rose.

Their breathing grew ragged.

The water cascaded over them, the steam thickening, the heat enveloping.

It was a blur, the pleasure building, the friction growing, their bodies melting together.

Everly was in front of him, and Evelyn was behind, their bodies grinding against him, their breath hot on his neck.

His hips flexed, his cock driving deeper, his fingers clutching tighter.

They were a tangle of limbs, their hands roaming, their lips hungry, their hearts pounding.

Ethan felt the orgasm building, the pressure mounting, the release coming.

It was too much.

He was too overwhelmed.

The feelings, the sensations, the emotions—it was all too much.

He didn’t know if he could hold on any longer.

Everly’s voice was low and rough. "I can’t wait."

Her nails dug into his arm, and he felt the muscles in her thigh tense, and then she was shaking, her body quaking, the orgasm washing over her.

"Oh, fuck." She panted.

Evelyn’s teeth sank into his shoulder, her hips rolling, her breath quickening.

"Please."

The plea was barely audible, the sound a desperate, ragged gasp.

"Oh, God, yes."

And then he felt it.

Her grip tightening, her nails breaking the skin, her body tensing, her orgasm rippling through her.

She was so beautiful, the moonlight reflecting off the water droplets clinging to her skin, the flush spreading over her face and chest, her lips parted and her eyes half-lidded.

His name slipped from her lips, and her head lolled forward, her forehead pressing against his shoulder, her breath hot and uneven.

It was too much.

He was already close, the pressure mounting, the tension growing.

And then she looked up, her gaze meeting his, and there was a fire burning behind her eyes.

A need.

A desperation.

"Come for me."

It was a demand, a plea, a promise.

"Now."

Ethan couldn’t resist any longer.

He came, his orgasm slamming into him, his muscles spasming, his cock throbbing, the pleasure coursing through his veins.

"Oh, fuck."

The words escaped him before he could stop them, the ecstasy tearing through him, his mind shattering.

It was so intense, the sensations threatening to overwhelm him, the emotions threatening to drown him.

Everly was still holding him, her breath warm against his ear, her body pressed against his.

Evelyn was clinging to him, her heart beating against his back, her pulse racing.

It was perfect.

He didn’t know how long they stood like that, their bodies trembling, their breathing heavy, the steam thick around them.

Then slowly he took his cock out as the cum came out her pussy, but he did not pay attention to that as he tuned around and then wrapped his arms around Evelyn who also had a look of lust.

Then, without saying anything, he spun her around as he brought her to one of the walls closest to them and then pinned her hands on the wall.

Then with a single thrust, he entered her as she let out a gasp.

"Fuck," he hissed.

She was tight, the wetness of the shower helping him to move inside her easily.

He began thrusting in and out, his cock rubbing against her inner walls, her moans echoing around them.

She pushed her hips back, grinding against him, taking his length deeper, and her cries grew louder.

The air was heavy, the steam rising, the water running.

He felt the pleasure building, the intensity rising, the need growing.

She was incredible, the sight of her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her.

She was intoxicating, addictive, irresistible.

His hands were tight on her wrists, his teeth sinking into her neck, her ass jiggling against his groin.

It was raw, primal, and passionate.

Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed, just the two of them, the connection, the bliss.

And then, without warning, her orgasm crashed into her, the waves of ecstasy sweeping her away.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried, her body shaking, her knees buckling.

He held her up, his grip firm, his strength supporting her.

And then his own release arrived, the climax ripping through him, his seed spurting into her.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice strained.

He leaned into her, the two of them gasping for breath, the water streaming down their skin.

But due to his bloodline, Ethan was recovering at an alarming rate, which made his dick which had just ejaculated become even bigger.

So without any warning, he started thrusting in and out, his pace rapid, his stamina endless.

"Holy shit," she gasped.

She was still sensitive from her previous orgasm, her body reacting, her breath hitching.

But he didn’t stop, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her.

The water poured over them, the steam filled the air, and the heat radiated.

Their bodies moved in sync, their needs matching, their desires aligned.

It was like an erotic dance, a sensual choreography, their rhythms matched, their motions synchronized.

Evelyn’s moans were a melody, her pleasure a symphony.

He was lost in her, his senses overloaded, his lust unstoppable.

He could feel her walls squeezing him, her wetness dripping down his thighs.

She was incredible, the sensation, the smell, the sight, the taste, everything.

"God, you’re amazing," he whispered.

Her ass slapped against his groin, her voice rose, her muscles tightened.

She was so close, the pressure building, the pleasure mounting.

And then she was there, her orgasm bursting free, her cry piercing the air.

"Yes, fuck, yes!"

The tremors ripped through her, her legs shaking, her vision blurring.

"Oh, God," she whimpered.

He continued his relentless pace, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting harder.

It was so intense, the sensations, the sounds, the scents.

She was intoxicating, addictive, irresistible.

Evelyn was still quivering, her orgasm lingering, her body trembling.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could barely breathe.

The sensations were overwhelming, the feelings impossible to comprehend.

"Fucking hell," she panted.

The water flowed over them, the steam swirled, the heat surged.

And then, finally, his climax arrived, the intensity almost unbearable.

"Oh, fuck, I’m going to come."

"Do it," she urged.

And so, he did.

He spilled his seed into her, the hot, thick fluid filling her, her body shuddering.

"Jesus," he muttered.

The ecstasy washed over him, his body twitching, his vision blurring.

It was the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced.

Evelyn’s head slumped, her cheek pressed against the cool tiles, her hair falling in her face.

"Fuck," she breathed.

Her eyes closed, her pulse slowed, and her skin flushed.

And then, after a moment, she straightened and turned to face him.

Her smile was soft, her eyes bright.

"So this is what it feels like to have sex," she murmured as she felt his dick still release cum inside her.

"Yeah, and we still have a lot more left."

With his bloodline, he had no refractory period, and his cock was still rock-hard, despite having ejaculated four times already.

"Oh, really?" She arched a brow, her eyes flashing.

"Really," he confirmed.

"Well, then let’s get cleaned up and head back to bed. I’m not nearly done with you yet."

And so, Ethan picked up both Evelyn and Everly in his arms and exited the bathroom while drying their bodies with a towel, and then made his way towards the bed and gently placed the two women down on the soft surface.

Once again, his eyes trailed down their bodies, drinking in their curves, skin, hair, and scent.

They were perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

And for the first time, Ethan truly understood why the incubus’ bloodline was considered the most powerful in the world.

Because, at this moment, it felt like he could do anything, be anyone, or have anything.

There was nothing that could stop him.

Nothing that could bring him down.

"We could be together forever," Evelyn said, her tone serious.

"Forever," he repeated.

He liked the sound of that.

More than liked it.

He loved it.

Wanted it.

Needed it.

"Okay, now take me again, loverboy," she said.

And so, he did.

All night long.

In the darkest hours of the morning, they collapsed onto the bed, their limbs entwined, their bodies exhausted.

Sleep claimed them quickly, and their minds and bodies were spent.

But as Ethan drifted off, his thoughts lingered on one thing.

What did the future hold?

As far as he could see, it was nothing but uncertainty and chaos.

But somehow, knowing that he would have these two women by his side made him believe that, no matter what, everything would be okay.