My Succubus Harem System In The Reverse World

I held her tighter, one arm locked across her waist, and thrust upward to meet every downward roll of her hips.

Gianna’s head fell back, mouth open, the blue tips of her hair brushing my thighs.

The angle let me sink deeper. Her breath broke into short, uneven sounds that filled the sealed pod.

"...Yes. That’s right. Faster."

I gave her what she asked for.

The car seat was narrow and awkward, the angle imperfect, but the heat of her around me erased every discomfort.

Each upward drive buried me to the hilt. Her walls gripped and fluttered like she had no intention of letting me leave. Her fingers dug hard into my shoulders.

"Is it... okay to cum inside?" I managed, voice rough, holding myself back by sheer will.

"Yes. Yes. Do it. I took the pills."

Her arms wrapped around my neck in a sudden, fierce hold.

She bit down on my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to send a sharp, grounding spark through the haze.

The sound she made against my skin was broken and desperate.

"I... I... I’m close."

"...Me too."

We finished together.

Her body locked and shook hard around me, inner muscles pulsing in tight waves that pulled everything out of me in long, heavy spurts.

I stayed buried deep while the aftershocks ran through both of us, feeling the warm seep of my release as it began to leak around the place where we were still joined.

Gianna collapsed forward against my chest, breathing ragged, forehead pressed to the side of my neck.

For a long moment neither of us moved.

I laughed quietly, the sound more breath than voice, and brushed sweat-damp hair away from her face.

"God... that was..."

"You were everything," she finished, voice low and still unsteady.

She kissed me once, soft, lingering, then carefully lifted off me and slid to the side, naked in the dim light of the forgotten film.

I watched her for a second, still half in disbelief that this was real.

Gianna glanced over, eyes darker than usual but completely clear.

"You know this isn’t the end, right?"

"Hmm?"

"We’re going to my place. Once is not enough."

My eyes widened.

"Weren’t you staying with someone?"

"She’s not at my place tonight. Don’t you want to?"

"I do. God, I do."

I pulled her back in and kissed her hard, short and certain. When we broke apart, she was already reaching for her clothes.

"Let’s go. Put your clothes on first. But what about the bracelet? Won’t Jenna track me?"

"I don’t care," she said simply.

She overrode the navigation with a few quick commands.

I looked at the screen for one second before turning my attention back on her.

Favorability: 50 / 100

Rating: 9.7

Arousal: 85

Fatigue: 60

It increased.

The pod unsealed, the hovercar lifted, and we slid out of the theater lattice into the night sky. The drive to her building took ten minutes.

Every thirty seconds, I leaned over and kissed her- the corner of her mouth, jaw, the soft place under her ear, while my hand rested possessively on her thigh.

"...Stop."

"I can’t. You are too sexy."

"Such a romantic."

"Yes. I want to hear you moan again."

"I’m driving," she muttered, though she made no real effort to stop me.

"I know. Keep your eyes front."

I kissed her neck again, slower, and felt her swallow.

Her building was smaller than Jenna’s residential block but equally well-kept, a private cadet tower with clean lines and quiet security.

We parked, stepped into the elevator, and the moment the doors closed, she pushed me back against the wall and kissed me like the ten-minute ride had been too long.

I answered in kind, hands on her waist, until the soft chime announced her floor.

She dragged me out by the wrist.

We barely made it through the door.

Gianna kicked it shut behind us, low lighting already active from a motion sensor. She shoved me toward the bed with enough force that I dropped onto the mattress, bouncing once.

"The place looks nice," I offered, half-laughing.

"Did you come here for the place?"

I sat up, then knelt on the bed facing her.

"No."

Clothes came off again with less patience than the first time, shirts, pants, underwear discarded in a messy trail between the door and the bed.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed over me, but I rolled us carefully until I was the one above her, weight braced on my forearms.

The sheets were cool against her skin. Her hair spread across the pillow in dark waves tipped with blue.

I reached down, unclasped the monitoring bracelet from my wrist, and set it on the nightstand without looking at it. The soft green status light went dark.

Gianna watched the motion, then met my eyes.

"No more tracking."

"No more tracking," I agreed.

I kissed her again, deeper this time, slower, the urgency of the car replaced by something heavier and more deliberate.

My hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and between her legs.

I worked her open with two fingers, slow at first, feeling every slick fold.

She was already wet from earlier, but this was different, deliberate, focused only on her.

My thumb brushed circles over her clit while the two fingers curled inside, searching.

"You’re so soft," I murmured against her cheek.

Her hips lifted to meet the next stroke. A little gasp escaped her.

"Hng— Rev..."

"...Feel it."

I bit her earlobe gently and kept the rhythm steady, then gradually faster.

The wet sound of my fingers moving inside her filled the quiet room.

Gianna’s breathing turned ragged. One of her hands fisted in the sheets. The other grabbed my wrist like she couldn’t decide whether to stop me or force me deeper.

I chose for her and pressed harder against the spot that made her thighs tremble.

"Right there— don’t you dare stop—"

"I won’t."

Her back arched. A broken, high sound tore out of her as she came around my fingers, pulsing tight and hot. I worked her through it until the last tremor faded and she collapsed against the pillow, chest heaving.

For a few seconds she just lay there panting. Then her eyes opened, dark and determined.

She pushed me onto my back with surprising strength and climbed down my body.

"My turn."

She took me in her hand first, stroking once, twice, then leaned in and sank her mouth over the head.

"Agh-"

Warm, wet heat surrounded me.

My head dropped back against the pillow with a rough exhale.

Gianna made a small, pleased sound and took more, tongue working along the underside as she bobbed slowly, then deeper.

One hand stayed wrapped around the base. The other rested on my thigh, nails pricking lightly whenever I twitched.

"Fuck, Gia—"

It felt too good.

Everything was lining up exactly the way I had wanted for days.

Then why am I feeling uncomfortable?