Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

He pulled her closer.

Ariel melted into his chest, her body warm and soft against him.

The moonlight traced the curve of her shoulder where the robe had slipped.

She tilted her head up and looked at him with those vivid blue eyes.

"How about we have some fun?"

Her voice was a whisper, low and teasing.

Before he could answer, she kissed him.

Her lips pressed against his, soft and insistent.

Her tongue slid across his lower lip as her hand moved down his chest, past his stomach, and stopped at the front of his pants.

Damon pulled back just enough to speak.

"Are you sure? We’re outside, you know."

Ariel smiled.

The kind of smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

She pulled away from him and lowered herself to her knees on the balcony floor.

The stone was cold. She didn’t care.

Her fingers found the tie of his pants and pulled. The fabric fell loose, and she pushed it down past his hips.

His cock sprang free.

Ariel’s breath caught.

Even after everything they had done together, the sight of it still made her pulse quicken.

The size. The thickness.

The way it stood in the moonlight, already beginning to stir.

She wrapped her hand around the base and began to stroke.

Slow at first give it a teasing.

She watched it stiffen under her touch, watched it rise and grow until it stood fully erect, hard and ready.

She leaned forward.

Her tongue touched the tip.

A slow, deliberate lick that traced the length from base to head.

Damon let out a low groan. The sound vibrated through the quiet night air.

Ariel smiled against his skin.

She licked again. And again. Each pass of her tongue wetting his shaft, coating him in her saliva until he glistened in the pale light.

She wrapped her lips around the head and took him into her mouth.

Damon’s hand found the back of her head. His fingers threaded through her dark blue hair as she sank lower, taking more of him into her throat.

She moved with practiced rhythm. Her head bobbed forward and back, her tongue working the underside of his shaft with each pass.

The wet sounds filled the balcony.

Damon’s breathing grew heavier. His grip on her hair tightened.

Ariel pushed deeper. She took him all the way to the base, held it for a moment, then pulled back.

She repeated the motion. Faster now. Her throat opened to accommodate him, her saliva dripping down his shaft as she worked.

After a long moment, she let him slip from her mouth.

A string of saliva connected the tip of his cock to her lower lip.

She looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her vivid blue gaze clouded and dark with want, her lips still parted and glistening from the effort.

A thin thread of saliva clung to the corner of her mouth.

She held his stare for a long moment before her hands moved to the tie of her robe.

Her slender fingers worked the silk loose with deliberate slowness. The knot gave way. The fabric parted.

She drew the upper half open and let it slip from her shoulders, the fine silk whispering down her pale arms before pooling at her waist.

The night air touched her bare skin at once, cool and unhurried against the warmth she carried.

Her breasts were exposed to the cold light of the moon above the balcony.

They were not the largest he had seen.

Mio and Mia had more to offer in that department.

But they were perfect in their own way.

Round and firm.

Her nipples already hard from the cold and the anticipation.

She pressed her breasts together, sandwiching his cock between them.

"I know my boobs aren’t as big as the others," she said, her voice soft, almost apologetic.

"But at least I can try."

She gripped her breasts with both hands and began to move.

The sensation was different from her mouth. Softer. Warmer. The smooth skin of her chest sliding up and down his shaft.

Damon’s head fell back. His eyes closed.

Ariel watched his face as she worked. She watched the way his jaw tightened, the way his breathing quickened.

She increased her pace.

Her breasts bounced with each stroke, the head of his cock emerging from between them with every upward motion.

She leaned forward slightly as she worked, and each time the head of his cock crested from between her breasts she extended her tongue and gave it a slow, deliberate lick.

The brief, wet contact — that soft, hot flick against the most sensitive point of him — sent a sharp pulse of pleasure racing up his spine that was entirely different from everything else she was doing to him.

The combination was devastating.

The soft press of her breasts, the steady rhythm of her strokes, and then that small, teasing tongue greeting him at the apex of every movement — it was layered, relentless, impossibly good.

His thoughts, which had been sharp and controlled only moments ago, were dissolving at the edges.

His hips began to move without his instruction, rolling forward into her with a slow, instinctive urgency.

His hands dropped from his sides and found her shoulders, his fingers curling there, gripping the soft pale skin as though anchoring himself.

"I’m coming, Ariel." he said, his voice low and rough, stripped of its usual composure.

Ariel didn’t stop. She pressed her breasts tighter and moved faster.

Damon groaned, the sound dragged up from somewhere deep in his chest, low and unguarded and nothing like the composed way he usually held himself.

Every muscle in his body drew tight at once — his grip on her shoulders hardening, his thighs bracing, his jaw clenching against the pleasure that had been building since the moment she first pressed herself against him and began to move.

Then he released.

Hot semen shot from the tip of his cock, splashing across Ariel’s face.

She closed her eyes as it hit her.

Across her cheeks.

Her forehead.

Her lips.

She held still, letting him finish.

When he was done, she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Her face was covered in his seed.

She smiled.

Then she licked her lips, tasting him.