My All Powerful System

Chapter 58: Nyx care

She lay against his chest, the slowing drum of his heart beneath her ear, her own body still flickering with aftershocks.

Her fingers traced idle patterns through the cooling sweat on his stomach. The light from his skin had dimmed to a soft ember glow, barely visible against the humid dark.

"You know," she murmured, her voice hoarse and low, "I was supposed to be the dangerous one here."

His chest moved with a quiet laugh. "Were you."

"Mm. Half succubus. Very very lethal. Men beg for mercy under a succubus touch. Some pass out from pleasure, the weak one dies." She lifted her head, red eyes finding his mismatched ones in the dimness. "You haven’t begged once."

Lynx chuckled. "I haven’t needed to... and I was your first. When I met you, your succubus blood wasn’t even awakened, or if it has, it wasn’t strong like this."

"I guess it’s because I’m recovering my powers and you fucked it into awakening." A slow smile spread across her lips. Something shifted in her gaze. The hunger stirred again, deeper this time, rising from a well he had only temporarily filled.

"You’re so fucking hot you know, all my pent up desires are resurfacing." she said, and pushed herself up, straddling his hips before he could react.

His cock, still half hard and slick from their joining, pressed against her belly. She rolled her hips, dragging the heat of her core along his length, and watched his jaw tighten.

"I hope you still got some energy left."

She reached down, guiding him to her entrance, and sank onto him in one slow, deliberate motion.

They both groaned.

She was impossibly tight still, oversensitive, the stretch almost too much. But she took him to the hilt, her thighs flush against his hips, her head falling back as she adjusted to the fullness.

"Shitt—" The word escaped her on a shuddering breath.

His hands found her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, but he didn’t move her. He let her set the pace.

She did set the pace.

Slow at first, rolling her hips in languid circles, grinding against him, her inner walls clenching and releasing. The friction was maddening, exquisite, each movement sending sparks across her oversensitive nerves.

"You feel that?" she breathed, her voice a whisper in the dark. "The way my body grips you? I can feel every inch. Every pulse."

He watched her, his heterochromatic eyes dark with pleasure, his hands tightening on her hips. The glow of his skin brightened, responding to the contact, flooding her with warmth from the inside.

"I feel it," he said, his voice rough. She leaned forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, her lips brushing his ear.

"Good. Because I’m going to ride you until you forget your own name. Then I’m going to make you beg."

She rose, almost pulling him entirely out of her, then slammed back down.

The sound that escaped her was raw. She did it again. And again. Each descent harder than the last, her thighs slapping against his hips, her breath coming in sharp, rhythmic gasps.

"Ahghn~ ahghn~ aghnn~ fuck—"

He let her take what she wanted, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her motions but never controlling them. His head fell back, his teeth bared, a sheen of sweat glistening on his chest.

"You’re so deep," she moaned, her rhythm faltering for a moment as the pleasure spiked. "Why are you always so fucking deep—"

"Because you take all of me, you take my big cock like fucking demon succubus you are," he growled.

That did something to her. The words, the growl, the way his eyes burned into hers. She rode him harder, faster, chasing the edge, her nails digging crescents into his chest.

"Lynx, Ohghn~"

"Not yet."

His hands seized her hips, stopping her mid motion. She whined, trying to move, but his grip was iron.

"You wanted to make me beg," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But you forgot something."

"What?"

"I’m the one who decides when you come."

He sat up in one fluid motion, his arms wrapping around her, and rolled her onto her back without ever pulling out of her.

The shift in position drove him deeper, and she cried out, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He was above her now, his silver and gold hair falling forward, his eyes blazing in the dim light. The glow of his skin was brighter, spilling across her body, seeping into her pores. Amplifying the pleasure she feels.

"You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate," he said, almost thoughtfully. "Your eyes get this look. Like you’re drowning. Like you need me to be the air you breathe."

He pulled back slowly, agonizingly slowly, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, before thrusting forward in one smooth, devastating motion.

"I..." Her voice broke. "I do."

"I know."

He set a rhythm then. Reaching very deep in her, hitting her cervix, cruel in its precision. Each thrust hit a spot that made her see stars, made her fingers twist in the sheets, made her lose the thread of language entirely.

"Ohhhnn~ ohhn~ Lynx~ right there~ don’t stop! don’t st..."

"I’m not stopping."

His mouth found her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. He took a nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to sting, and she arched into him, a broken sound escaping her lips.

"You’re perfect," he muttered against her skin. "Do you know that? The way you feel around me. The sounds you make. The way your body opens for me like it was made for this."

"It was," she sobbed, not knowing if it was true, not caring. "I was made for you... please, please don’t stop!"

He didn’t stop, why would he, when a fucking goddess of a demon is under him, begging him to don’t stop. To fill her with his magical dick. Saying his name like a prayer.

He drove into her, faster now, the bed creaking beneath them.

She came without warning, a sudden, violent peak that tore a scream from her throat. Her body convulsed, her walls clamping down on him, her cum rushing hot around his pumping length.

"Fuck..." He groaned, his rhythm faltering for a moment. Her pussy clench to his dick like a vice. Sucking and squeezing it. "You’re squeezing me so tight."

She couldn’t answer. She was lost, floating, her vision white at the edges. But he didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, drawing out every aftershock, pushing her higher until she was sobbing, begging, her voice nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"Too much! Too much but I want all of it... it’s too much—"

"No, it’s not."

He slowed, let her catch her breath. But only for a moment. Then he pulled out, leaving her empty and aching, and flipped her onto her stomach.

"On your knees."

She scrambled to obey, her body trembling, her arms barely holding her up. He positioned himself behind her, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, slick with her arousal, ready.

"You’re going to take every inch," he said, his voice a command. "And you’re going to love it."

He thrust forward in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt.

She screamed.

The stretch was overwhelming, the angle different, deeper, hitting places he hadn’t reached before. His full Nine and Half Inches Dick buried deep inside her.

Her arms gave out, her face pressing into the pillow, and he followed her down, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth finding her ear.

"You feel that? That’s me. Inside you. Claiming you."

She could only moan in response, her voice muffled by the pillow.

He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass, each thrust driving the air from her lungs. His hand found her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine.

"I want to hear you," he growled. "I want to hear what I do to you."

"Ahhhn~ ahn~ ahn~ L-Lynx"

"That’s it."

His other hand reached around, finding her clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much. She felt the pressure building again, coiling in her gut, relentless.

"I’m going to come—"

"Not yet."

He slowed, pulling back until only the tip remained inside her. She whimpered, trying to push back onto him, but his hand on her hip held her still.

"Please—"

"Beg my succubus."

She hesitated. But Just for a moment. The word hung in the air between them.

Then she surrendered.

"Please, Lynx. Please fuck me. I need you. I need your cock. I need you to make me come until I can’t think. Please."

His hand tightened in her hair. "Good girl."

He thrust forward, and she sobbed with relief. He fucked her hard, fast, ruthless, the sound of their bodies filling the room, drowning out everything else.

She came again, a wordless cry torn from her throat, her body shuddering through the peak. And again, a few moments later, the waves crashing into each other until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

Only then did he let himself follow. His thrusts became erratic, desperate, and she felt him stiffen, a low groan tearing from his chest as he flooded her with his release. Hot, thick and endless. Filling her completely.

She collapsed beneath him, her body limp, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He stayed inside her for a long moment, his forehead resting against her shoulder, his body shaking.

When he finally pulled out, she felt the loss like a wound. His cum trickled down her thigh, warm and wet, and she couldn’t find the strength to move.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, his hand stroking her sweat damp hair.

The silence stretched. But it was Comfortable, because apparently...

"You have a fight," she whispered eventually.

"In forty minutes."

"You’re going to be exhausted."

He laughed, a low, warm sound. "Worth it. But I don’t think I will be. Got an endless stamina for fucking, and we still got forty minutes."

Nyx wanted to let him go, let him prepare for the trials, let him rest for a little bit. But the succubus In her isn’t satisfied yet. Well almost, but not enough. She wants to be thoroughly satisfied.

Lynx knew, and he kissed her hair. "Don’t worry about me for real. At the forbidden zone, we fucked for hours, because I have a fight in few hours won’t make any difference, I’ll be okay. And I owe you this at least."

That did it.