Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

He stayed inside her for a long moment, feeling her pulse around him, slow and steady.

She was warm beneath him, her breathing evening out, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his back.

He lifted his head and looked at her.

"Do you want to continue?"

Selene’s frosty eyes met his golden ones. There was no hesitation in them, no uncertainty flickering behind that pale, composed face.

"Yes."

The corner of his mouth curved upward in a slow, knowing smile — the kind that made warmth bloom beneath her skin despite the ice that ran through her veins.

"Have you ever tried the back door?"

She blinked.

The words landed with a quiet weight, and for a moment the porcelain mask she wore so effortlessly cracked just slightly.

A flush crept up her pale throat and spread across her high cheekbones, turning them a delicate shade of rose.

"I... no." Her voice was softer than usual, stripped of its usual cold authority.

"I have heard of it, but I have never..."

The rest of the sentence dissolved before she could shape it.

She glanced away from him briefly, as though the words themselves embarrassed her more than the act might.

He said nothing. He simply waited, patient and unhurried, his golden eyes steady on her face.

She brought her lower lip between her teeth, a rare, unguarded gesture.

Her frosty gaze drifted back to his, searching the sharp, handsome lines of his face — looking for something she could trust, something that would hold steady against the cold uncertainty stirring in her chest.

"Would it hurt?"

"I’ll make sure it doesn’t," he said simply. No performance in his voice. Just a quiet, absolute certainty.

She drew a slow breath, her chest rising and falling beneath him. Then she gave a single, deliberate nod.

"Okay." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was steady.

"I want to try."

He pulled out of her slowly, and she gasped at the empty sensation.

He flipped her body, guiding her onto her hands and knees, positioning her in a perfect doggy style.

Her pale skin gleamed in the moonlight filtering through the window.

He knelt behind her, admiring the view.

Her wide hips, her round ass, the way her back curved down to meet him.

He reached forward and slid two fingers into her pussy.

She moaned.

He gathered her love juice and his own seed that was still leaking out of her, coating his fingers in the slick mixture.

Then he brought his hand to her butthole.

He began to caress it, circling the tight entrance with his slick fingers.

She moaned, her body shuddering.

Every time his fingers brushed against the sensitive rim, she let out a soft, breathless sound.

He pressed one finger against the entrance.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed it in.

She gasped, her back arching.

"Relax," he murmured. "Breathe."

She did.

He moved his finger in and out, stretching her, getting her used to the sensation.

Then he added a second finger.

She moaned louder, her body trembling.

He scissored his fingers inside her, opening her up, preparing her for what was coming.

She was tight, so tight, but she was relaxing.

"Hmmn..."

Her moans grew more confident, less hesitant.

He withdrew his fingers.

"Ready?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder, her platinum-white hair spilling across her back.

"Yes."

He positioned himself behind her, his cock slick with her juices and his own seed.

He pressed the tip against her butthole.

She tensed.

He waited.

She took a breath and forced herself to relax.

He pressed forward, slowly, inch by inch.

She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound, as his cock slid into her tight rear entrance.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Hot. Tight. So incredibly tight.

He pushed deeper until he was fully seated inside her.

She gasped, her body trembling, her fingers gripping the sheets.

He stayed still, giving her time to adjust.

A few seconds passed.

Then she spoke, her voice shaky but eager.

"You can move, Damon."

He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward.

She moaned.

"Ahhnn~!"

He set a steady pace, thrusting into her ass, feeling her body yield to him.

She was tight, so tight, but she was wet and slick and ready.

He gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

She moaned, her head dropping forward, her hair falling around her face.

"Ahhnn~! Harder," she begged.

He gave it to her.

He slammed into her, his balls slapping against her wet pussy, her ass clenching around him with each thrust.

"Ahhnn~! Ahhnn~! Ahhnn~!"

The sounds that tore from Selene’s throat were raw and unrestrained, each one higher and more breathless than the last, a complete and utter abandonment of the cold, composed mask she wore for the rest of the world.

Not a single trace of pain coloured them.

They were pure, unfiltered pleasure, spilling freely from lips that had once only ever spoken in measured, frost-edged tones.

He kept going, relentless, driving into her with a deep, commanding rhythm that left her no room to think, no room to retreat behind her walls.

Her platinum-white hair splayed wildly across the sheets, a stark contrast to the flushed, radiant warmth blooming across her pale, glacial skin.

The proud elder who had faced him with cold disdain was utterly, completely gone.

In her place was something real, something soft and trembling and wholly surrendered.

Her body had given itself to him without reservation, yielding to every thrust, every grip of his hands on her wide hips, every inch of him that she had taken so greedily.

Her fingers clawed at the sheets as another wave of pleasure crested through her, her back arching, her breath dissolving into helpless, broken gasps.

She was his.

Every curve of her voluptuous figure. Every shiver that ran down her spine. Every sound that escaped her lips. Every last inch of her.

All of it, entirely his.

He thrust deeper, faster, harder, until she climaxed again, her ass clamping down on him, her body shuddering violently.

He followed, releasing inside her, filling her ass with his seed.

They collapsed together, spent and satisfied.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum trickle down her thigh.

She turned to face him, her eyes soft, her lips curved into a small smile.

"I liked that."

He kissed her.

"Good. Because we’re doing it again later."

She laughed, the sound light and free, and nestled against him.