Chapter 397 – Hoard
Lux’s pride wanted to snarl back, to flip her again, to prove he was still in charge. But the part of him that was Lust—the incubus who thrived on giving in—was addicted to the way she was tearing his control apart.
Her breasts pressed against his chest as she moved, her breath hot against his ear. She whispered, half-mocking, half-claiming, "Where’s all that calm now, CFO? Where’s the smug grin? The numbers in your head? Can’t calculate when I’m riding you like this, can you?"
Lux groaned—loud, shaless, his hips jerking up to et hers. His voice broke into a laugh between gasps, dark and desperate. "Mira—you’re gonna—fuck—you’re gonna bankrupt for real."
She laughed breathlessly, rolling her hips harder, faster, her nails digging into his wrists. "Good. I’ll drain you dry. Every investnt. Every ounce of that composure. Mine."
Lux’s chest heaved. His horns grazed the pillows, his eyes wild, glowing like molten rubies. "Do it," he rasped, his voice breaking with another loud moan as she slamd down again. "Hoard ."
He couldn’t stop the sounds anymore. They ripped out of him, raw and guttural, louder with every thrust she gave him. His usual control—the mask of composure, the calm CFO who always smirked in the face of chaos—was shattered beneath her relentless pace. He was panting, cursing, groaning her na like a man possessed.
And Mira? Mira reveled in it. Her pride swelled with every sound, every twitch of his cock inside her, every ti his tail thrashed uselessly against her back. She leaned down, biting at his throat, licking the sweat from his skin, like a dragon she was.
Her smile was wicked. She kissed him hard, bruising, grinding down until he cried out again, his voice raw and unhinged.
Lux never thought he’d enjoy losing control this much. But Mira made it worth it.
She wasn’t gentle, wasn’t patient, wasn’t the type to surrender to his rhythm. No. She rode him like a storm, hips slamming down again and again, her nails scratching lines down his chest until thin trails of blood welled up against his pale skin.
And Lux? Lux let her.
He laughed between groans, head thrown back, his horns grazing the headboard as he let Mira take what she wanted. He was her vault now, her hoard, her bottomless treasury—and she was determined to bankrupt him by sheer force of will.
Her breasts bounced against his chest as she moved, sweat glistening down her throat, her hair sticking to flushed skin. The candlelight caught the sheen of her scales, glittering across her hips and ribs like she was wrapped in molten gold. Her moans mixed with his groans, the sound filling the room like music that had no conductor, just raw hunger.
"Fuck, Lux—" she gasped, grinding down harder, her dragon tail curling tight around his thigh for leverage. "You’re... you’re thick."
"I am," Lux growled, panting, his tail tightening around her waist, pulling her deeper onto him. Yet, his voice sounded like a challenge.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, hard enough to draw more blood. Her lips found his throat again, biting sharp, marking him like a beast. Every bruise, every scrape, every wound was hers. And Lux groaned louder with each one, his cock twitching deep inside her with every roll of her hips.
He wasn’t resisting. He wasn’t controlling. He was reveling in the absurdity of letting a dragon heir treat him like prey—and loving every damn second of it.
But eventually, Mira’s pace faltered, her thighs shaking, her body trembling from exhaustion. Dragons were beasts, yes, but she was still mortal. Her body wasn’t made for incubus endurance. She slumped forward against his chest, panting into his ear, her nails still pressed into his skin like she refused to let go.
Lux chuckled, low and wicked, his voice rough from groaning too loud. "Exhausted already? And here I thought dragons had stamina."
"Shut up," she hissed, biting his ear. "I’m... not done."
He rolled them over in one smooth motion, his strength surging as he pinned her beneath him this ti. Her eyes widened, pride sparking, but his grin silenced her protests.
"My turn," Lux whispered, and he thrust into her hard, pulling a scream from her throat that echoed off the walls.
Doggy style.
He dragged her onto her knees, tail wrapping around her hips as he slamd into her from behind, his hands gripping her waist so tight her skin flushed red. Mira clawed at the sheets, moaning loud and feral, her horns scraping the headboard as he drove into her deeper, harder, faster.
"Fuck—Lux—!" she cried, her voice breaking into a growl, her dragon blood roaring through her veins.
He leaned over her back, biting her shoulder as he groaned into her skin. "Mira—you feel like fire."
She twisted her head just enough to smirk at him through her gasps. "You like it...? My heat?"
"Like it?" he growled, slamming harder. "I’m addicted."
Her tail lashed wildly, her claws ripping holes into the silk sheets as another climax ripped through her, her cry animalistic, raw. Lux groaned with her, his own release spilling deep inside her again, filling her until it dripped down her thighs.
But he didn’t stop.
Sixty-nine.
He pulled out only to flip her onto her back, dragging her hips over his face while he positioned himself above her lips. She gasped, startled, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. She took his cock into her mouth, tongue wrapping around him, sucking with fierce intent.
Lux groaned loudly, his voice shaking, muffled against her slick heat as he devoured her at the sa ti. His tongue worked with rciless precision, stroking her clit, pushing inside, pulling moans from her throat that vibrated against his cock.
It was ssy, unhinged, both of them crying out into each other, their bodies writhing in sync until Mira ca again, screaming against him, her thighs clamping around his head. He spilled into her mouth, groaning raw and guttural, his hips jerking as she swallowed every drop like she wanted to prove sothing.
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