The Incubus System Chapter 695. Debauchery (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 695. Debauchery

I didn't know how many times I had cum during my Shadow Ritual, but what I did remember was my endless thrusting and the pleasure that I felt. My breaths came in short gasps as I tried to calm myself down. My body was still thrumming with the after-effect of my Shadow Ritual, the pleasure that it brought coursing through my veins like a drug. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, trying to keep myself from getting lost in the sensations once again.

It was strange, but I could feel a difference this time. When I had used my Shadow Ritual for the first time, I had lost myself completely in pleasure, giving in to my carnal desires and lusts without a second thought. But this time, I could feel that I had a grip on my logic, that I could think straight even in that state.

Sitting down on the sofa, with a snap of my fingers, I deactivated my demonic form and used my Demon's Clothes. My naked form was replaced by a sharp, expensive-looking suit. My hands brushed over my dark blue hair and fixed the tie around my neck.

I leaned back and rested my head against the top. With a slight flick of my wrist, I used my Telekinesis to make a bottle of alcohol float into the air. It hovered there for a moment, swaying gently back and forth, before I directed it toward an empty glass on the table.

The bottle tilted, and a steady stream of amber liquid poured into the glass, filling it to the brim. The bottle returned to its original position, and the glass flew towards me, guided by my unseen force. It settled gently into my outstretched hand, and I lifted it to my lips, taking a long, slow sip.

I savored the feeling of the liquid sliding down my throat. It was warm and comforting, the smooth burn of alcohol easing the dryness in my throat. It was strange, but I found myself getting used to the taste of liquor, especially after my trips to the dark dimension.

As I lowered my drink, my eyes fell upon the floor. There, lying limp and vulnerable, were Pearl and Diamond. They were naked, their bodies slick with sweat and my white fluid, which coated their skin and pooled in their most intimate places. But it was the satisfied smiles on their faces that truly caught my attention, a testament to the power that I had wielded over them.

I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction deep within me. It had been a long time since I had indulged in the carnal pleasures of the Kraken twins, but they had never let me down. They had a wild streak that matched my own, relishing in the rough touches and intense passion that always landed on their willing bodies, making our encounters all the more thrilling.

Chugging the rest of my drink, I felt the warm burn of alcohol slide down my throat. It had been almost an hour, and I knew that I needed to return to Lightglen City. But just as I was about to set my glass down on the table, I heard a noise from outside.

A woman's voice came from outside. It was soft and feminine, yet it held a hint of steel beneath the surface. "I need to see Damian," she said, her voice carrying through the closed door. "It's urgent."

My mind raced as I tried to think of who this woman could be.

Another voice spoke up, this one male and authoritative. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but the VIP room is only for Lady Pearl and Mr. Damian. I cannot allow you to enter."

The woman's response was swift and forceful. "I don't care about your rules," she said. "I need to speak to Damian. It's a matter of life and death. He shouldn’t serve that beast woman. She doesn’t deserve him.”

I didn't know who she was, but there was an air of authority and wealth about her that was hard to ignore. Also, some bodyguards of course since I knew this place's security.

After a brief argument with the security, the door to the VIP room swung open, and the woman stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room. She looked shocked and stunned as her gaze fell upon Pearl and Diamond lying limp on the floor, their naked bodies still glistening with the remnants of our rough play. I could see the disgust and disbelief written all over her face as she took in the scene before her.

The club security shifted uncomfortably, clearly uncomfortable with the woman's presence and the compromising position of my women. He quickly averted his gaze, pretending not to notice the naked bodies on the floor as he busied himself with something else.

The woman's eyes met mine, and I could sense the defiance in her gaze. She didn't flinch under my sharp scrutiny, which only served to fuel my annoyance. I didn't appreciate uninvited guests, especially ones who barged into my private space.

"You surely have the guts to break in," I said in a low tone, my displeasure evident in my voice. I glared at her as I reached for a bottle and poured myself another glass, the amber liquid sloshing around in the glass. I took a long sip, the liquid burning its way down my throat.

As I sat there, my legs folded underneath me, I motioned for the security to leave and close the door behind them. This was a matter that I could handle on my own, and I didn't want anyone else interfering.

With a swift nod, the security guard closed the door behind him, leaving the two of us alone in the room. The only sound was the gentle hum of the air conditioning unit and the occasional clink of the ice cubes in the glass.

The woman stood there. Her eyes flicked between me and the two Kraken twins lying on the floor, their naked bodies covered in my semen. I could sense her unease, the way she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. But I didn't care. I was used to people reacting this way when they saw what I was capable of.

"What happened? What did you do to them?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.