Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

Mio’s hands moved to the sash of Damon’s robes.

Her fingers worked quickly, untying the knot.

The black fabric fell open, revealing his broad chest and the defined muscles beneath.

She pushed the robes off his shoulders, letting the black fabric pool at his feet.

The sight of his bare chest, those defined muscles she knew so well, made her mouth water. Then she looked down.

His cock stood rigid and thick, already fully hard and waiting for her.

The pale shaft rose from a nest of dark curls, the head flushed and glistening.

Mio’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen it before, touched it, taken it inside her.

Her body remembered the stretch, the fullness, the way he filled her completely. But every time felt like the first.

A familiar heat spread through her core, her thighs pressing together as her cunt clenched around nothing.

She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him buried deep, but she also wanted to savor the anticipation, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

The sight of it sent a pulse of heat straight to her pussy, a familiar itch spreading through her thighs.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees.

The stone floor was cold against her bare legs, but she didn’t care.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling its warmth and weight in her palm.

Her lips parted, and she leaned forward.

Her tongue traced the head of Damon’s cock first, a slow, deliberate circle that drew a low sound from Damon’s.

She lowered her head again, her lips parting to accept him.

Her tongue swept across the tip, tasting the salt and musk of his skin before she closed her mouth around the head.

"Mmm! Slurp... Slurp! Haah~!"

She pushed forward, the broad shaft sliding past her lips and over her tongue, the warm weight of him filling her senses.

Her eyes fluttered as she adjusted to the familiar stretch. Her cheeks hollowed, creating a tight seal as she sucked, pulling him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth with each deliberate bob of her head.

Her tongue worked the underside, tracing the thick vein that ran along his length.

Her hand moved in perfect harmony with her mouth, fingers wrapping around what she couldn’t reach.

She stroked his base firmly, her palm slick with the mix of her own saliva and his pre-cum that leaked from the head.

Up when her head went down, down when she rose, she created an unbroken rhythm of pleasure.

The sounds of her devotion echoed off the stone walls—wet, lewd, desperate.

She pulled back until only the tip remained between her lips, then plunged forward again, taking him deeper than before.

Her nose pressed against his skin, and she held him there, her throat working around him as she swallowed.

Damon’s hand settled on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there.

"Your skill has improved, Mio..." he said.

Mio pulled back, letting his cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop.

She looked up at him, her purple eyes bright with satisfaction.

She reached for the collar of her own robe and pulled it down.

The fabric slid over her shoulders, revealing her pale skin inch by inch.

Her breasts came free, heavy and full, their weight pressing against the air as she shrugged the robe down to her waist.

She wrapped her hands around her breasts, cupping them from underneath, and pressed them together.

Then she leaned forward.

The warmth of her boobs enveloped his cock as she sandwiched it between her breasts.

The soft flesh molded around his cock, encasing him in a tight grip.

She began to move.

Her breasts slid up and down his length, her skin gliding against his with each stroke.

The head of his cock peeked out from between her cleavage with every upward motion, only to disappear again as she pressed her breasts together and pulled down.

Damon let out a groan.

"Argh..."

The sound sent a thrill through Mio’s body.

She moved faster, her breathing quickening as she pleasure his cock between her breasts.

She lowered her head, her purple hair sliding forward to frame her face, and parted her lips, taking the tip into her mouth.

"Mmm~! Slurp... Slurp~!"

Her pink lips sealed around the head, creating a tight suction, while her breasts continued their gliding motion against his shaft beneath.

She moved in sync, her mouth pulling up as her breasts pushed down, then reversing the motion.

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of wet heat and soft pressure driving her to increase her pace.

Damon’s breathing grew heavier.

His hand moved to the back of her head again, his fingers threading through her purple hair.

"I’m coming..." he said.

Mio responded by moving faster.

She felt the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tightened beneath her touch. She wanted all of it. Every drop.

Damon’s hand pressed down.

His grip on her head guided her forward, pushing her mouth down the length of his shaft until the head hit the back of her throat.

She didn’t resist.

She opened her throat and let him in, taking him deeper until her lips pressed against the base.

Her nose brushed against his lower stomach.

She held there, her throat working around him as she swallowed.

Damon released with a low groan.

His hot, thick seed flooded her throat in heavy pulses, filling her completely as she swallowed.

"Gulp... gulp... Ahn~! Hnngg~!" A gulps can be heard as Damon’s sperm went down through her throat.

She swallowed again, and again, drinking every pulse of his release until he was empty.

She stayed there for a moment, her lips sealed around the base, her throat milking the last drops from him.

Then she pulled back slowly, letting his cock slide from her mouth with a soft sound.

She looked up at him, her lips wet, her eyes hazy with satisfaction.