Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

Damon didn’t give her a second to breathe.

He pulled back, his cock sliding out of her dripping pussy with a wet sound, and then he aimed higher.

The head of his cock pressed against her asshole.

It was slick with her juices, coated in the evidence of her first climax, and that was all the lubrication she got.

He pushed forward.

The tip squeezed past the tight ring of muscle.

Ariel’s body went rigid.

"Ahh~!"

A sharp, broken moan tore from her throat as her head snapped up.

Her eyes went wide, staring at nothing, her mouth hanging open.

Her asshole was tight. So much tighter than her pussy.

The muscle fought him at first, clenching and resisting the intrusion, but her own juices helped ease the way.

Damon didn’t stop.

He kept pushing, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her ass to the hilt.

Ariel’s legs shook violently. Her fingers curled around the rail until her knuckles turned bone-white.

"It’s... it’s so deep~!" she gasped, her voice thin and shaky.

Damon held there for just a moment, feeling the tight heat clamp around him.

Then he started to move.

His hips pulled back and drove forward.

Hard.

The first thrust made Ariel scream.

The second made her knees buckle.

The third made her pussy drip again, fresh arousal sliding down her thighs as her body responded to the rough treatment.

Damon set a brutal pace. Each thrust was deep and punishing, his hips slamming against her ass with a sharp slap that echoed across the balcony.

The sound mixed with Ariel’s moans and the wet, obscene noise of her asshole taking his cock over and over.

Ariel’s moans turned into a continuous, broken stream of sound.

"Yes~! yes~! fuck my ass~! Damon~! it feels so good~!"

Her voice was ragged. Desperate. Nothing like the refined, graceful noble lady she had been before he claimed her.

That girl was gone.

In her place was a woman who begged to be fucked harder.

Damon leaned forward as he pounded into her.

His chest pressed against her back, his weight pinning her against the rail.

His hands slid around her body, fingers finding her robes and pulling them aside to expose her breasts.

The night air hit her bare skin.

Then his hands closed around her tits.

He groped them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh in his palms.

Her breasts were perfect in his hands, plump and warm, her nipples hard against his fingers.

He kneaded them as he thrust.

Squeezed and pulled and pinched while his cock drove into her ass again and again.

Ariel’s moans climbed higher.

"Ahhnn~! your hands~! yes~! touch me more~!"

She pushed her chest forward into his grip, pressing her tits into his palms, wanting more of his touch even as her ass took every inch of him.

Damon’s fingers found her nipples.

He pinched it hard.

Ariel screamed.

Her body jerked against him, her asshole clenching tight around his cock as the pain and pleasure mixed together into something that made her vision blur.

"More~! please~! more~!" she begged.

Damon gave her what she wanted.

He pinched her nipples again, rolling them between his fingers as his hips hammered forward.

The dual stimulation was too much for her.

Her body was shaking constantly now, trembling between his chest and the rail.

His thrusts grew harder and faster.

The wet slap of skin against skin filled the night.

Ariel’s moans became wordless.

Just raw, animal sounds of pleasure as her body was used.

Her pussy was dripping again.

A steady stream of clear fluid ran down her inner thighs, mixing with the mess he had already left inside her.

She was close to cum again.

He could feel it in the way her asshole tightened around him, pulsing and squeezing with each thrust.

"Damon~! I’m... I’m going to~!"

"Cum for me." he growled against her ear.

His hands squeezed her tits one final time, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and that was it.

Ariel shattered.

Her back arched.

Her head threw back.

A scream ripped from her throat as her second climax tore through her body.

Her asshole clamped down around his cock like a vice, spasming and milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Damon’s hips slammed forward one last time.

He buried himself deep in her ass and let go.

His release flooded into her.

Hot and thick, filling her bowels as his cock pulsed inside her.

Ariel’s body convulsed with each spurt, her moans turning into soft, broken whimpers as she felt his seed inside her.

They stayed there for a long moment.

Damon’s chest heaving against her back.

Ariel’s body limp against the rail.

His hands still holding her tits.

His cock still buried in her ass.

The night air was cool against their sweat-slicked skin.

Damon’s breathing slowly steadied.

He pulled out.

His cock slid free with a wet sound, and a trickle of his seed followed, dripping from her abused asshole and running down her thigh.

Ariel’s legs gave out.

She collapsed against the rail, her body sliding down until she was sitting on the cold stone floor of the balcony, her robes ruined and her hair plastered to her flushed face.

She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

Those vivid blue eyes were glazed with satisfaction, a lazy, contented smile curling her lips.

"That was..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t finish.

She didn’t need to.

Damon looked down at her.

His golden eyes traced over her body. The flushed skin. The heaving chest. The mess of his seed dripping from her.

’Beautiful.’

He reached down and lifted her chin with one finger.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

Ariel tried. Her legs wobbled.

She grabbed the rail and pulled herself up, her body still trembling.

"I think so." she managed, leaning heavily against the rail.

Damon scooped her up before she could fall again.

He carried her toward the bedroom door, her body light in his arms, her head resting against his chest.