Strongest Incubus System-Chapter 185: Virgin Succubus

Damon lightly bit her earlobe, teasing her, making her stir.

"You got excited, didn’t you?" he teased, moving to her neck. "I think I need to clean you up..."

He picked up her panties, still wet with her fluids. He slowly lowered them, exposing her naked body. He led her to the corner of a statue, hidden among the bushes. It was cold and she shivered, but said nothing.

"I like how you moan..." he said, his voice hoarse. "Turn your back to me, Esther."

She did as he was ordered. He pulled her skirt up, exposing her backside. He ran his hands over her buttocks, then down her hips. He reached her breasts and squeezed them lightly.

"Ready for another round, Esther?" he teased, his voice breathless. "We need to continue, don’t we?"

He gave her buttocks a light slap. She gasped, looking back. He pushed her forward and crouched beneath her, his legs trembling. He penetrated her slowly, then thrust in forcefully.

"Ah..." she moaned, breathless. "No... it’s... too much..."

Damon paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of her warmth enveloping his member.

"Ah..." he murmured, kissing her neck. "Then... I’ll spare you. But... not for long..."

He lifted himself slightly and withdrew his penis from her, just as he had entered. He withdrew slowly, feeling every inch of her vagina, feeling every tense tendon that would make her tremble. She closed her eyes and clung to the statue, trembling. He moved up and down, harder. By the watch on his wrist, he saw that 50 minutes had passed since she had come. She was still writhing and trembling with his movements. And he was aching with lust. His penis throbbed, pulsed.

"I can’t take it anymore..." he groaned, pulling out of her and quickly massaging his penis with his hand. "Esther, look at me!..."

He turned to face her and they continued the manual and vaginal friction. He continued massaging his already throbbing penis, and Esther began to move, her thighs trembling. It was hot, but her body still trembled.

"Damon..." she whispered, breathless. "Let’s come together... Okay?"

"I’m coming..." he said, breathless, still massaging his penis. "Keep moving..."

He gripped her buttocks tightly and squeezed with his hand. Esther gasped. He lifted one of her legs and the friction between their bodies intensified. She writhed and held her breath.

"Ah... I can’t take it anymore!" he cried, breathless. "I’m going to come..."

"Come inside me, Damon!" she moaned, breathless, moving her hips. "I want you to come inside me... Let me... Stay inside me..."

Damon let himself go. Everything spun. The bushes were shaded. He couldn’t see color anywhere. He didn’t even hear the birds singing in the grass. His moans and shudders drowned out all the noise.

"Ah... Ah... Ahhhh!" he groaned and shuddered, coming.

Esther screamed and writhed, moving with him as he came inside her. She trembled uncontrollably and gasped as he came. The hot, thick semen gushed from his penis and soaked her vagina.

Damon came hard, and she felt it flow in and out of her sex. With a sharp cry, she reached orgasm too, shuddering, coming along with him.

"Ah... Ah... I came so hard... I’m coming... Right along with you..." she moaned, shuddering. "Ah... I can’t take it anymore... I’m almost fainting..."

Finally, when the tremors seemed to be subsiding, they froze, breathless, looking at each other for a moment, kissing lightly.

The humility of kissing each other’s lips, after climaxing inside each other, was enough to fill their hearts with joy.

[Esther became more docile]

"Damon... I’m going to be weird for a few days..." she said, breathless. "But it was worth it..."

"And it will be worth every second, darling," he said, breathless. "You’re wonderful. I’ll be back in 15 minutes to pick you up..."

"Okay. I’ll be waiting," she said with a discreet smile.

He smiled, buttoned his pants, smoothed his clothes, and left. Esther smoothed her dress and panties and bent down to pick up the watering can.

After that, he went to his target for the day.

As soon as he turned the corner, his lighthearted expression faded, replaced by something more attentive—alert. The air in that place seemed different as he approached the succubus’s chamber.

He stopped before the door.

He knocked three times.

Nothing.

He frowned, tilting his head slightly, attentive to any sound from the other side. Still, silence. Then he took a deep breath and spoke, his voice low but clear:

"It is the incubus that saved you."

For a brief second, nothing happened.

Then—footsteps.

Quick. Too light for an ordinary person. The sound came hurriedly, almost stumbling, and before Damon could react any better, the door flung open.

She was there.

Her eyes shining too intensely, her breathing rapid, as if she had been deprived of something essential for too long. She didn’t say a word.

She just pulled him.

Hardly.

Damon barely had time to utter a "—Hey—" before feeling his back hit the inner wall of the room. The impact didn’t hurt; it was calculated. Precise. Her body came close enough for him to feel the warmth, the perfume laden with magic and desire.

Too sexy to be accidental.

"It took you long enough," she said, her voice low, husky, too close to his ear. "I was waiting for you."

Damon let out a short, tense laugh, keeping his hands raised in a gesture that was half defensive, half provocative.

"Is that your way of saying ’thank you’?"

She smiled.

It wasn’t a gentle smile.

It was hungry.

"You have no idea," she murmured, her fingers sliding across the fabric of his clothes, not tearing, just feeling. Provoking. "I’m very hungry."

Her gaze locked on his, intense, ancient, predatory... but also controlled, like someone who knew exactly how far she could go—and liked to make the other imagine the rest.

Damon swallowed hard, maintaining his composure with difficulty.

"So," he said, in a low tone, laden with irony, "maybe we should... talk before you decide to devour me."

She tilted her head, amused.

"Talking can also nourish," she replied, bringing her lips close to his ear without touching it. "It depends on how we do it."

The door closed by itself behind them with a soft click. And the room fell silent... heavy with promise.

Damon reacted quickly.

With a firm—but controlled—movement, he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back just enough to create space between them. It wasn’t aggressive. It was decisive.

"No," he said, his voice low, serious now. "That’s not how it works."

She blinked, surprised for a split second, before smiling.

"Oh?"

"I don’t appear when someone snaps their fingers," Damon continued. "And I don’t ’eat’ any succubus who decides to play games with me."

Her smile widened completely.

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she took two steps back on her own, turning gracefully before sitting on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs calmly.

"Interesting..." she murmured. "Most people wouldn’t push me away."

She looked up at him, assessing him with newfound attention.

"You passed the test."

Damon frowned.

"Test?"

"Yes," she replied, resting her hands behind her back, relaxed now, almost... ordinary. "If you had given in, I would have sent you away on the spot."

He let out a short, disbelieving sigh.

"Great. I’m glad to know I almost failed without realizing it."

She laughed again, but this time there was something different in the sound. Less teasing. More honesty.

"You can relax," she said. "I wasn’t really going to do anything."

Damon watched her silently.

"What do you mean?"

She tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder.

"I’ve never done ’that’ either." She made air quotes with her fingers. "Actually..." her voice lowered slightly, "I’ve never had sex."

His eyes widened slightly.

"You... what?"

"I’m a virgin," she said, shamelessly, without drama. Just as a fact. "And I don’t intend to use my body as currency or a tool."

She shrugged.

"That’s not who I am."

The room seemed to shift in weight.

Damon slowly uncrossed his arms.

"But you said you were hungry."

"I am," she replied, touching her own chest. "Just not that kind of hunger."

She looked at him again, now with something softer in her gaze.

"Human emotions nourish me much better than sex. Fear. Relief. Connection. Trust. Guilt. Hope." A small smile appeared. "You’d be surprised how much that sustains me."

Damon was silent for a few seconds.

"So all that dramatic entrance..."

"It was to see who you were," she interrupted, smiling slightly. "A predator... or someone who chooses."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"You’re troublesome."

"I know," she replied, satisfied.

She patted the bed beside her lightly.

"You can sit down. I promise I won’t throw you against the wall again."

"Again" isn’t reassuring.

"But it’s honest."

Damon finally gave in, sitting at a respectful distance.

"So," he said, "if you don’t need this to survive... why did you call me?"

She looked away for a moment.

"Because you saw me as something more than I am by nature." She took a deep breath. "And that... feeds you more than you realize."