Chapter 282 – Feral State (18 )
Lux’s eyes flew wide. His cock buried inside her in one brutal stroke, her heat clutching him so tight it knocked the air from his lungs. His whole body jolted. His hands instinctively shot to her hips—only to realize he wasn’t in charge this ti.
Sira moved like a storm. Like she’d been born to ride an incubus. Rough, unhinged, wild.
And Lux flinched.
It was delicious.
"F*ck—" he groaned, head slamming back against the pillow. His chest heaved as she bounced on him, her rhythm relentless, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the chamber like applause for her dominance.
Rava giggled, tentacles slithering over Lux’s abs and chest, suckers kissing his skin in wet, teasing pops. One wrapped around his thigh, squeezing each ti Sira slamd down on him. Another brushed across his chest, suckling just enough to make his breath hitch.
Naomi leaned down from the side, lips hot against his ear. "See? You thought you were in charge. Look at you now." She kissed down his neck, her teeth nipping sharp. "You’re ours."
Lux tried to speak—tried to flip the balance back—but Sira rolled her hips just right, grinding against the base of his cock, and his voice broke into a moan.
Naomi giggled, biting his neck harder.
Lux’s heart pounded. Too hard. Too fast.
And then—
[System Alert: Libido Overdrive Activated]
[Warning: Ferality Threshold Detected]
[You will enter Feral Stage in: 5...]
Lux gasped, chest tightening. "Guys—this is—bad. I—I—"
But Naomi kissed him, hard, swallowing his warning.
Sira laughed low, riding him harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, sweat shining across her perfect skin. "What’s wrong, Lux? Pride too much for Greed?"
Rava’s tentacles slid down to his cock, stroking the base each ti Sira lifted off, amplifying the sensation until Lux’s vision blurred.
Naomi didn’t let him breathe. She kissed him again, her tongue sliding against his, her nails dragging down his shoulders as if she wanted to leave proof she’d been here when he finally collapsed.
And all the while—
[Countdown: 4...]
His whole body shivered. His control frayed. He didn’t know what feral ant. He’d never hit this stage before. But the system didn’t bluff.
Sira leaned over him, her hair cascading like a black banner, lips brushing his ear as she slamd down again. "You can’t hide behind contracts now, Lux. You’re mine."
[Countdown: 3...]
Lux’s cock twitched violently inside her. His grip on her hips trembled—not weak, but restrained, as if he was fighting himself more than her.
Naomi’s moans filled his mouth, her tongue greedy, her breasts pressing into his chest. Rava’s tentacles curled tighter around his body, one sliding between his thighs to stroke his balls, another teasing his lips like it wanted to be kissed too.
[Countdown: 2...]
"F*ck—" Lux growled into Naomi’s mouth, breaking the kiss for half a second. "Sira—you don’t—know what—"
But she shut him up with another roll of her hips that made his back arch, every nerve lit on fire.
Naomi kissed him again, moaning against his lips.
Rava laughed breathlessly. "He’s breaking—oh, look at him—"
[Countdown: 1...]
Lux’s eyes widened. His pupils blew wide. His breath hitched like he’d been struck by lightning.
And then—
[Feral State Activated!]
[Warning: Self-control Override]
[Status: Predator Unleashed]
Lux gasped one last ti—then sothing in him snapped.
His aura exploded outward, thick with pheromones, so heavy the whole room reeked of sex and heat and domination.
Naomi moaned instantly, her thighs clenching around his waist even though he wasn’t inside her at the mont.
Rava’s tentacles spasd, their suckers kissing and clutching every inch of him like they couldn’t let go.
Even Sira faltered for a heartbeat—just a heartbeat—as the incubus beneath her stopped being a lover and turned into sothing primal.
Lux’s grin curved slow, sharp, feral.
"Oh," he growled, voice deeper, darker, dripping with hunger. "You wanted to play gas? Then let’s play."
And he moved.
Not with finesse. Not with his usual CFO’s calculated rhythm. No—this was raw, brutal, consuming. His hips slamd up into Sira with such force the bedfra cracked. She gasped—not whimpering, but surprised, eyes flashing as her Pride refused to yield. She rode harder, trying to match him—but every thrust felt like being split open and claid in a way no one had dared before.
Naomi clung to him from the side, kissing him wildly, her nails dragging bloody lines down his chest.
Rava’s tentacles wrapped tighter, suckers pulling on his abs, his chest, his thighs, as if trying to hold him back—but her moans betrayed her, her body shaking as the pheromones alone drove her close to climax again.
Lux snarled against Naomi’s lips, his hands clawing at Sira’s ass, slamming her down onto his cock like she weighed nothing. Her moans turned guttural, her smirk cracking into gasps as she tried to ride him like a queen but found herself hanging on like prey in the jaws of a predator.
Naomi bit his neck, sucking hard, moaning his na like a chant.
Rava scread as one of her own tentacles wrapped around her clit and pulled, her body shaking uncontrollably.
And Lux—Lux was gone.
All that mattered was taking.
Claiming.
Devouring.
The feral state had no contracts, no negotiations, no spreadsheets of lust. It was hunger weaponized.
Lux didn’t rember when the second round ended. Or the third. Or the fifth. It didn’t matter. There were no minutes or margins here, no market close, no concept of dinner bells or breathing room. There was only the relentless storm that ripped through the room—him at the center, the incubus unbound, and them caught in his gravity.
Rava had been the first to fold.
Her tentacles—once playful, teasing, eager to guide his body—had turned into desperate anchors, clutching at his chest, his thighs, his arms, anything they could hold to keep her from being flung apart by the sheer force of him.
She had scread herself hoarse hours ago, voice breaking into whimpers, then into silence as only gasps and shuddering sobs poured out.
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