Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

Damon didn’t rush.

He eased Lumina back onto the bed, her golden hair spreading across the pillow like a halo.

Her body was tense beneath his hands, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation and fear.

He leaned down and kissed her again.

This time it was slower and gentler.

His lips brushed hers, soft and patient, while his hand found her waist and traced lazy circles against the fabric of her robes.

Lumina’s breath hitched.

"Relax," he murmured against her mouth.

"I’ve got you."

He activated Incubus Touch.

The warmth spread from his palm into her skin, melting the tension in her muscles.

Her shoulders dropped.

Her jaw loosened.

"There you go."

He kissed her jaw. Her throat. The hollow between her collarbones.

His fingers found the clasp of her robes and worked it open slowly.

The fabric parted, revealing the pale expanse of her chest, the curve of her breasts bound beneath a thin inner layer.

He didn’t rush.

He pressed his lips to the swell of her breast, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his mouth.

His hand slid up and cupped the other side, his thumb brushing across her nipple through the cloth.

Lumina gasped.

Her back arched slightly, pressing into his touch.

Damon smiled against her skin and continued his exploration.

He kissed down her sternum, his fingers working the inner layer open, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room.

They were full and perfect, tipped with pale pink nipples that had already tightened.

He took one into his mouth.

Lumina’s hands flew to his hair, gripping the black strands as he sucked and licked, his tongue circling the sensitive peak.

His hand moved to the other breast, kneading and pinching in rhythm with his mouth.

"Ah... Damon..."

Her voice was breathy, uncertain, but there was heat in it.

He switched sides, giving the other breast the same attention, until both nipples were wet and hard and Lumina was squirming beneath him.

His hand drifted lower.

He traced the line of her stomach, feeling the muscles flutter under his touch. Her robes had fallen completely open now, exposing her body to his gaze.

She was beautiful.

Her pale skin. The narrow waist. The gentle curve of her hips.

His fingers found the waistband of her inner pants and hooked beneath it.

"Lift your hips."

She obeyed without hesitation.

He pulled the last layer of fabric down her legs, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

She lay bare before him, her thighs pressed together, her hands covering her face in sudden shyness.

Damon leaned down and kissed her inner thigh.

Then the other.

His breath was warm against her skin as he worked his way higher, placing soft, deliberate kisses along the sensitive flesh. Her thighs trembled.

"Damon..."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Shh."

He pressed his mouth to her pussy.

The first touch of his tongue against her folds made her gasp, her hips jerking involuntarily.

He held her steady, his hands gripping her thighs, and continued.

He licked slowly at first, exploring her, learning the shape and taste of her.

Her scent was intoxicating and sweet with a hint of something floral.

He parted her folds with his tongue and found her clit.

The moment his tongue touched it, her whole body shuddered.

He circled it gently, applying just enough pressure to build pleasure without overwhelming her.

His fingers joined the effort, sliding through her wetness to find her pussy, pressing inside just enough to stretch her.

"Ah... ah... Damon... that feels..."

Her words dissolved into a moan.

He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster against her clit while his fingers worked her entrance.

Her hips began to move against his mouth, chasing the sensation.

"That’s it," he said between licks.

"Let it go. I’ve got you."

He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

The orgasm hit her like a wave.

Her back arched off the bed, her hands fisting the sheets, a cry escaping her lips as her body convulsed through the climax.

Her juices flowed onto his tongue, sweet and warm.

He lapped at her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back onto the mattress, panting.

A long moment passed.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes staring at the ceiling with a dazed, unfocused look.

The aftershocks rippled through her in small waves.

Then she turned her head.

Her pale blue eyes met his, still hazy but sharpening with intent.

"I’m ready."

Damon rose up over her, positioning himself between her legs.

His cock was already hard, standing thick and ready against his stomach.

He guided it to her entrance, the tip pressing against her wet pussy.

He looked into her eyes.

"Last chance to back out."

She shook her head.

"Do it."

He pushed forward.

The resistance was immediate.

Her walls clenched against him, tight and virgin. He pressed through it slowly, watching her face, feeling her body struggle to accept him.

Lumina’s eyes went wide.

Her mouth opened in a sharp gasp, her hands gripping his shoulders as a low grunt of pain escaped her throat.

He stopped, fully seated inside her, and looked down.

A thin trickle of blood ran from where they joined, staining her pale thigh.

The proof.

She was his now.

He stayed still, giving her time to adjust.

His hand found her cheek, turning her face toward his.

"Relax, Lumina."

Slowly, the tension in her body began to ease.

The pain faded, replaced by something else.

A strange, tingling sensation that started where they were joined and spread outward through her pelvis.

She shifted her hips experimentally.

The pleasure spiked.

"Damon..."

Her voice was different now. Softer. Needier.

"You can move now."

He began to move.

Slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her body grow accustomed to the rhythm.

Each push sent a wave of sensation through her, the pleasure building with every stroke.

"More," she breathed.

"Please... more."

He increased his pace.

Her moans grew louder, less controlled. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure consumed her.

"Yes... yes... right there... don’t stop..."

He didn’t.

He drove into her faster, harder, each thrust hitting deep inside her. Her moans became incoherent, her body writhing beneath him, lost to the sensation.

"I’m... I’m going to..."

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Her climax hit her like a thunderbolt.

Her body arched, her walls clamping down around him as she cried out, her juices spraying around his cock as she squirted.

He thrust deep one final time and released.

His sperm flooded her, hot and thick, carrying the potent yang qi that would begin her transformation.

He unload inside her, emptying himself completely, as she milked him through her own orgasm.