The Incubus System Chapter 784. Be A Good Girl, Elenna (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 784. Be A Good Girl, Elenna

Elenna's eyes widened as she looked at my wriggling tail, her gaze transfixed by the undulating appendage before her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, each beat echoing the rush of adrenaline that surged through her veins.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across my lips, my eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something that sent a shiver down her spine. "Fascinating, isn't it?" I purred, my voice a velvet whisper that seemed to wrap around her senses.

She swallowed hard, her mouth dry as her gaze remained fixed on my tail. I closed our distance. The predatory gleam in my eyes only intensified, and I could practically feel the tension radiating from her. "Now," I said, my voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the very air, "let's see if I can make you scream..."

Her breath hitched. This was a situation beyond anything she had ever imagined. Her mind raced.

A twisted smile curved my lips, a smirk that held a hint of danger, a promise of the unknown. "Oh no..." she whispered, her voice a fragile thread that hung in the air between us.

I chuckled, the sound rich and full of a dark amusement. "Oh yes," I replied, my voice a low timbre that resonated with a power beyond the mundane. The air seemed to shift as my tail began to move, its motion deliberate and purposeful as it brushed against her skin. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before, a strange mix of warmth and an almost electric charge that sent tingles racing along her nerves.

Her lips parted in a silent gasp, her eyes locked onto mine as if seeking some semblance of understanding.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" I asked, my voice a velvet caress that seemed to echo within the recesses of her mind. The question hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once.

"No..." she moaned, her response a mixture of denial and a strange kind of admission. Her fingers clenched involuntarily, her nails digging into her palms as if to ground herself in the reality of the moment.

"Let me go..." she begged, her voice a desperate plea that seemed to reverberate with a vulnerability she had never before allowed herself to show.

"I know you want me. You can't deny it," I said, my voice dripping with a playful mixture of confidence and allure.

Her eyes flashed with a blend of defiance and desperation, a silent battle of wills that played out in the depths of her gaze. "I don't," she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. It was as if she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince me.

I chuckled softly, the sound like a caress against her senses. "Liar," I hissed, my lips curving into a predatory smile.

"No..." she protested, her voice a mixture of protest and plea. Her hands clenched at her sides, as if she was trying to anchor herself against the magnetic pull that seemed to emanate from me.

My laughter deepened, a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the very core of her being. "Don't fight it," I whispered, my voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. "You can't hide your desires from me. We have settled the agreement, remember?"

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her eyes locked onto mine as if drawn by an invisible thread. "Stop," she finally managed to say, her voice a breathless plea.

I closed the remaining gap between us until there was almost no space left. My fingers brushed against her cheek, a touch so feather-light it was almost imperceptible. "You can feel it, can't you?" I murmured, my voice a seductive whisper that danced along the edges of her consciousness.

"Stop!" The word tore from her lips in a desperate plea, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and frustration. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, a tempest that raged within her as she tried to make sense of the chaotic situation she found herself in.

I didn't relent, my gaze steady and unyielding as I met her outburst with a calm determination. "Not until you admit it," I countered, my voice carrying an unwavering resolve.

Her eyes flashed with a blend of defiance and something else, something more primal that she struggled to contain. "Admit what?" she shot back, her voice a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, a gesture that spoke of confidence and a hint of mischief. "I can feel the longing in your every breath, the way your body responds to my presence."

Her breath hitched, a subtle tremor coursing through her as if my words had ignited a spark deep within her. She bit her lip, a mix of frustration and something akin to desire evident in the way her gaze flickered over me.

I chuckled softly, the sound like a dark melody that danced on the edge of her senses. "Yes, that's it," I murmured, a twisted satisfaction lacing my words. "Let it out. Embrace the truth that's been simmering beneath the surface."

Her breaths were coming in ragged bursts, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that betrayed the storm raging within her. I let my gaze roam over her, a predatory hunger evident in the way my eyes lingered on every curve and contour.

My tail moved with slow and deliberate grace. It slithered over her body, a touch so tantalizingly gentle that it was almost maddening. I knew her vulnerabilities, her sweet spots, and I exploited them with a precision that left her trembling in its wake.

Her lips parted, a gasp escaping her as my tail traced a path of fire along her skin. It was as if the air had become electrified, each brush of my power sending jolts of sensation through her veins.

I leaned in, my voice a low and husky whisper that reverberated in the charged space between us. "You can deny it all you want," I murmured, my words a seductive promise that hung in the air like a forbidden fruit. "But your body doesn't lie. It craves my touch, and yearns for my control."

She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists as if trying to anchor herself against the onslaught of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. The war between her principles and the desires that pulsed within her was etched across her features, a battle that raged behind her eyes.

“Obey me, Elenna. Be a good girl…” I whispered.