The Incubus System Chapter 812. S*x First, Contract Later
My jaw practically hit the floor. I an, seriously, what was going on? Here I was, supposedly the lust demon in this scenario, and yet Ruby was the one coming at like a hurricane of desire. It was like the whole world had done a flip-flop on , and I was left trying to catch up.
I an, don't get wrong; I'm used to being the one who makes hearts race and pulses quicken. It's kind of my thing. But Ruby? She was literally taking my role. And I had to admit, it was equal parts shocking and intriguing.
She must have sensed my surprise because she had this devilish glint in her eyes like she knew she was throwing for a loop. I an, co on, wasn't I supposed to be the smooth and seductive one here? It was in my demon job description, for crying out loud.
Ruby's actions were like a whirlwind, catching completely off guard. She started to peel off her clothes, revealing her body inch by inch.
As her clothing fell to the floor, she pressed her lips against my neck. Her kisses were fervent, almost desperate, and they sent shivers down my spine. Her lips traveled along my skin.
I couldn't help but let out a low, almost involuntary groan. It was as if her very touch was setting my nerves on fire.
Her hands road my body, exploring every muscle and contour as if she were trying to morize every inch of . It was both exhilarating and maddening. There was a hunger in her touch, an intensity that I couldn't ignore.
This was turning into a ga of give and take. And at that mont, I wasn't sure who was the hunter and who was the prey.
"Ruby, I think you got wrong," I began, trying to regain so semblance of control over the situation. "When I talk about the contract, it's not this." I waved a hand between us.
She pulled away slightly, her gaze still locked onto mine with an intensity that was almost unnerving. It was as if she saw straight through .
"What do you an, isn't this?" she exclaid with an exhilarated gleam in her eyes. "There's no better contract than marriage, right?" Her words were laced with a crazed determination. As she spoke, her bare breasts were right in front of my face, her hands caressing them as if preparing them for an offering. Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson.
I couldn't help but wonder if this was all so bizarre joke. Surely, her level of intensity and enthusiasm was beyond what anyone would consider normal. It was as though her madness had far surpassed any expectations I had.
'Is this a joke?' I thought to myself, my mind racing to make sense of the situation. I had encountered plenty of passionate encounters in my ti as a demon, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It wasn't desire or lust that fueled her actions; it was an obsession that bordered on madness.
She continued, her voice quivering with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Ethan… Can you return to your human form? You know, the usual Ethan that I know." Her face was flushed, and she seed to be struggling to maintain her composure.
Without uttering a word, I acquiesced to her request and shifted back to my human form.
I had intended to use this mont to reason with her, to encourage her to approach our situation with a semblance of sanity and rationality. But before I could utter a single word, she interrupted , her voice dripping with an unsettling mix of obsession and delight.
"Ah, my prince, my beloved prince," she purred, her grin widening into a manic expression.
Before I could react, she descended upon , pushing my face into the warmth of her bosom. Her hands, trembling with excitent, explored my body with an almost frenzied enthusiasm. They trailed down, slipping beneath the waistband of my pants without a shred of hesitation.
"I've always wanted to do this, Ethan," she cooed, her voice filled with an eerie fervor.
I found it increasingly difficult to breathe as her actions grew more intense, more invasive.
'Just carry out the contract, Ethan,' I thought, my mind teetering on the precipice of indecision.
The situation had taken an abrupt and erotic turn that I hadn't anticipated. My intent had been to utilize my Demon Contract. But before I could enact my plan, she abruptly released and descended upon with an almost ferocious hunger.
Her hands, trembling with a primal desire, worked with swift determination, quickly divesting of my pants and exposing my now naked, limp shaft. Her actions left no room for hesitation. With breathtaking audacity, she took into her mouth, her lips enveloping in a warm, wet embrace.
The sensations that coursed through were undeniably powerful, and I couldn't help but react to the intensity of her fervor.
A grin curved upon my lips as I regarded her, my eyes locked on her.
I couldn't resist a teasing quip.
"Are you seriously that thirsty?" I inquired, my voice laced with amusent. My gaze remained fixed upon her.
Her head rose slightly, those eyes locking onto mine. Her response was both candid and seductive, revealing the depths of her craving. "Kinda," she admitted in a voice filled with sultry confidence.
The ga had changed. The contract faded into the background.
My hand, guided by a desire that had grown beyond reason, reached out to cradle the back of her head. With firm yet gentle pressure, I urged her head lower, guiding myself deeper into the warmth of her mouth.
Her reaction was imdiate, a soft cough escaping her as I pressed deeper into her throat. But rather than pulling away or resisting, her response was to redouble her efforts.
"Give good service, Ruby," I urged, my words a husky murmur of desire. "Show how well you can satisfy ."
'Right… Screw the contract. Sex first, contract later,' I thought. If she tried to blow my shaft up again, it would be the end of her and our relationship. I would not hesitate to treat her as my enemy.
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