Chapter 585 – Three Girls and An Incubus [Part 5]
She felt like she was unraveling from the inside out.
And... she didn’t want it to stop.
Her fingers were clutched around his shoulders, her legs trembling, her thoughts shattered beyond repair. All she knew, all she felt ...was him. Inside her. Around her. Beneath her. His voice in her ear. His heat filling every inch of her until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
Lux wasn’t just holding her.
He was claiming her.
And she was letting him.
No. Not letting.
Begging.
"Lux," she gasped again, voice cracking. "Please—"
She didn’t even know what she was asking for.
But he gave it anyway.
The slow grind of his hips turned deliberate. Deeper. Rougher. Not cruel. Not wild. Just focused. Like he finally stopped pretending to be gentle and decided to give her what she’d been craving since the mont she stepped into this place.
Her moan tore from her throat. No composure. No control. Her back arched so hard she saw stars behind her eyes, and her nails scraped down his chest like she was clinging to sanity.
He kissed her jaw, her throat, her cheek, his voice a low snarl now. "You feel perfect."
She couldn’t answer. Her mouth was open but nothing ca out but a strangled sound that sounded more like a sob than a moan. Her body clenched again, overwheld by sensation, and the weight of him... his body, his voice, his presence... slamd into her like a crashing tide.
And then she felt it.
That snap.
That overwhelming warmth pulsing inside her like a rush of heat beneath her navel. It wasn’t just the feeling of fullness. It was deep. Liquid. Electric. Like her body recognized sothing important had just happened even before her mind did.
Her eyes flew open.
"Lux," she whispered, voice shaking. "You... did you—?"
His teeth grazed her ear. "Yeah," he groaned, voice ragged. "You took all of it."
And... she had.
She could feel it. That warmth spreading inside her, thick and glowing, as if his body had left a piece of himself behind. Her core twitched again... like her body responded to it. Welcod it. Pulled it deeper.
Ely’s breath hitched. "It’s so warm..."
Lux smirked beneath her. "Lullaby wasn’t lying."
She blinked.
Lullaby had said that. "You’re so warm, Lux," like it was fact, not a complint. And now Ely knew. It wasn’t taphor. It wasn’t exaggeration.
He was warmth.
Not just in body. In the way he touched. The way he looked at her. The way his heat didn’t leave her when he stopped moving. It stayed. Inside.
And then.
[System Notification: Status Effect ]
[Target: Elyndra Vireleth]
[Addiction Triggered]
[Symptoms: Craving, Heat Rebound, ntal Obsession, Physical Dependency]
[Warning: High Risk of Relapse if Distance Maintained for More Than 12 Hours]
[Note: Compatibility: 98.7%]
Ely gasped.
Lux blinked as the translucent system window flickered beside his face. "She got... the side effect."
She stared at him, chest heaving, still locked around him, still breathless.
"My body is burning—"
"That’s the craving," he said, almost apologetically.
She could barely process it.
Because the mont he said it, her body confird it.
Her thighs tightened again. Her core clenched. Her fingers fisted in his hair like letting go would hurt. And her breath?
"I want you again," she whispered. "I need..."
Her hips moved without her permission. A slow rock. Then another. And the second she felt him still inside her... still hard, still present... her whole body lit up like dry paper hitting open fla.
"Lux," she moaned, "I need you—"
His hands gripped her waist, but before he could answer, she pushed.
Hard.
He grunted as she forced him down against the table, reversing their position with desperate strength she didn’t know she had.
Ely straddled him now, hair wild, eyes glowing with tears and fire and that dangerous new hunger that had blood like a fever under her skin.
She grabbed his wrists, pinned them beside his head, and dropped her hips with a sharp cry.
"Ely—" he rasped, surprised.
But she wasn’t listening anymore.
She rode him.
Not gracefully.
Not slowly.
Like a girl on fire who just realized she wanted to burn.
Every motion made her body scream. Not in pain. In craving. She couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. Every ti she dropped her hips and felt the jolt of contact, her body sang. Her mind blanked. Her mouth spilled out Lux’s na like a mantra.
And he let her.
He growled beneath her, fingers digging into her thighs now, unable to resist gripping her tighter even as she kept control.
And then...
A kiss.
Hot.
Hungry.
Sira’s.
She appeared beside them, lips catching Lux’s jaw, hand sliding over his chest, voice sultry and smug. "We aren’t finished, Lux~"
Lullaby was there too, sliding in on his other side like a sleepy angel of sin, curling her arms around his torso and whispering, "Mmm... still warm..."
Ely was still moving.
Still riding.
Still chasing sothing she couldn’t na.
And Lux?
Lux was trapped.
In the best way possible.
Pinned by three very different kinds of obsession.
And none of them planned on letting go.
Ely still straddled him, trembling and breathless, her thighs sticky and tight around his hips. Her eyes were glazed with fire, wet with emotion, her hair a ss of strands cascading down her shoulders. She didn’t even know who she was anymore. Not the curious elven girl. Not the virgin who once worried about "doing it right." She was hunger. Craving. Fla.
Sira, on his left, dragged her tongue across Lux’s neck and grinned. "You always act like you’re the one in control. That smug little smile, that calm voice. But look at you now." She bit down, not too hard, just enough to make him growl. "You’re the feast, Lux."
Lullaby, on his right, nuzzled into his chest like he was the coziest blanket in all of Hell. "You sll better now," she mumbled, one eye cracked open sleepily. "Spicier. Mmm... addicting..." She pressed a soft kiss to his ribs. "I want more cuddles. And more Lux."
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