Incubus Lord: Lust Harem System

Ariel stood up slowly.

The movement was deliberate, unhurried, like she had already decided exactly how this would go.

She turned around and placed both hands on the balcony guard rail. The stone was cool against her palms, rough under her fingers.

She looked back over her shoulder at Damon.

Her eyes were dark with want.

"Come, Damon." she said, her voice low and steady. "I know you won’t be satisfied just from that."

She reached back with one hand and grabbed the lower edge of her robe. She pulled it to the side.

The fabric slid across her hip and exposed her completely.

The fabric fell away to reveal her completely bare beneath — no cloth, no silk, not even the faintest whisper of underwear between her skin and the cool night air.

Her pussy was exposed, soft and bare, and her butthole too, both offered up without pretence or modesty.

She had come to him with nothing between her body and his gaze. Not a single thin strip of silk.

Not even the suggestion of one.

Damon’s eyes traced the curve of her lower back, the swell of her hips, the soft flesh of her ass presented to him like an offering.

’She came here ready for this.’

The thought settled in his chest with a quiet satisfaction.

She hadn’t come to the balcony for a conversation or a moment of romance.

She had come because she wanted him.

And she had prepared for it.

Damon stepped forward.

The stone was cold under his bare feet.

The night air brushed against his skin, but the heat radiating from Ariel’s body was stronger.

He stopped close behind her.

Close enough that his chest nearly touched her back.

He raised his hand and placed it on her right butt cheek.

His fingers spread, pressing into the soft flesh.

He squeezed gently, feeling the warmth and the give of her skin under his palm.

He leaned forward.

His lips brushed the shell of her ear.

"So you already came prepared, huh..."

His voice was a low murmur, amused and approving.

Ariel shivered.

He pulled his hand back and then brought it down hard.

Slap!

The sound cut through the night air, sharp and clean.

Ariel gasped.

Her body jerked forward against the rail.

A red handprint bloomed across her pale skin.

"Ah..."

The sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.

A soft, breathy moan that hung in the air between them.

Damon’s eyes dropped lower.

Between her legs, a thin trail of liquid had begun to drip down her inner thigh. Clear and glistening in the moonlight.

Her pussy was already wet.

’She really did come ready.’

A drop fell from her folds and landed on the stone floor with a tiny, wet sound.

Damon didn’t wait.

He stepped forward, aligned himself, and thrust.

His cock slammed into her pussy in one smooth motion.

The wet heat of her wrapped around him instantly, tight and welcoming.

Ariel cried out.

"Ahhnnn!"

Her moan was loud. Unrestrained. Raw and unguarded in a way she never would have allowed herself before him.

It rang out across the balcony and echoed off the stone walls of the mansion, carrying upward into the open night sky where the stars burned cold and indifferent above them.

Damon didn’t set up a soundproof array.

He didn’t even consider it.

Everyone within these walls was his woman.

Ariel, Mio, Mia, Seraphina, Alena, Flare, Selene, Neko.

There was no one to hide from.

No one to be discreet for.

So he let her be loud.

He grabbed her hips with both hands and began to move.

His hips drove forward hard and fast. The rhythm was brutal from the start. No warm-up. No slow build.

He was drilling into her like he owned her.

Because he did.

Ariel’s hands gripped the rail so hard her knuckles went white.

Her head dropped forward.

Her hair spilled around her face as she moaned.

"Yes~! yes, Damon~! fuck me~!"

Her voice was broken. Desperate.

Each thrust pushed her forward against the rail and then pulled her back onto his cock.

The wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filled every corner of the balcony, slapping rhythmically against the still night air, loud and unashamed.

Each hard thrust produced its own sharp, slick report that echoed off the stone walls and dissolved into the darkness above.

Damon’s breathing grew heavier and rougher.

His chest expanded and fell in deep, controlled pulls as the heat built at the base of his spine.

His grip on her hips tightened.

His fingers dug in, holding her exactly where he wanted her, angling her back against him as his hips rolled forward again and again in that same merciless, unrelenting rhythm.

He looked down.

He watched his cock slide in and out of her.

Watched her pussy grip him with every stroke.

Watched the way her ass bounced with each impact.

She was beautiful like this.

Broken open and wanton and completely his.

Ariel’s moans grew louder.

Her body was trembling now. Her legs were shaking. She was close.

"Damon... I’m... I’m going to..."

"Then come." he said, his voice rough. "Come for me, Ariel."

That was all she needed.

Her body arched. Her back bowed. Her pussy clamped down around his cock like a fist.

She screamed.

The sound was raw and unfiltered, torn from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

Her climax triggered his.

Damon’s hips slammed forward one final time. He buried himself deep inside her and held there.

His release surged into her.

Hot and thick.

Filling her womb.

He stayed there for a long moment, both of them breathing hard, their bodies pressed together in the cool night air.

Ariel’s head was still bowed.

Her body was limp against the rail.

Damon pulled out slowly.

A stream of his seed dripped from her pussy and landed on the stone floor.

Ariel didn’t move.

She just stood there, her hands still on the rail, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.