The Incubus System Chapter 785. Futile Fight (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 785. Futile Fight

A shudder rippled through her, a subtle tremble that seemed to reverberate in the air. It was as if she was losing a silent battle, her inner walls crumbling before my relentless onslaught.

I moved closer, a predatory glint in my eyes as I leaned in until there was barely a breath between us. My lips hovered over hers, a ghost of a kiss that sent a frisson of heat skittering through her veins.

"Stop fighting it," I murmured, my voice a husky rumble that seemed to vibrate with the very essence of her being. "Embrace the truth. Admit it."

She swallowed hard, her eyes searching mine as if seeking a final answer. She was trapped, caught between the pull of her desire and her common sense.

I let my hand drift over her, my touch so light it was almost imperceptible. Slowly, I unbuttoned her shirt, my fingers lingering on each button as if savoring the moment. Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm that spoke of the battle raging within her.

The cool air washed over her exposed jelly skin, a chill that seemed to radiate from her very core. It was as if she was caught in a web of emotions, a tangled knot of desires and inhibitions that refused to loosen.

I continued to caress her, my touch gentle and yet deliberate, a mixture of tenderness and raw power that seemed to emanate from me. The air was thick with a heady mixture of emotions, a potent blend of lust and longing that seemed to permeate every fiber of the room.

My fingers danced over her skin, a gentle tease that sent shivers racing along her spine.

“Ngh!” She arched towards me, her body responding to my touch in a way that seemed to defy her very will.

Going down, my hand reached her pants and panties, and I slid them off her legs, revealing her naked body to me. I smiled at her and gently pushed her back, spreading her legs wide. My fingers explored her lower region, finding her clit and starting to rub it.

“Ah!” She gasped and bucked her hips, a mixture of pleasure and shock flashing across her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted in a silent gasp as she rocked back and forth against my touch.

I increased the pressure, my fingers rubbing her harder and faster. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her body arching towards me in a way that seemed to defy her every rational thought.

“Nice…” I could feel her getting wetter, her slick juices coating my fingers as I worked her into a frenzy. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm as she bucked and thrashed beneath me.

Her moans grew louder, a crescendo of sounds that seemed to reverberate through the air. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body responding to me with an intensity that seemed to defy reason.

I continued to rub her clit, my touch alternating between soft and firm, a mixture of gentleness and force that seemed to resonate with her very soul. She was on the edge, her body taut and trembling, her eyes locked onto mine in a way that seemed to speak volumes.

"I... can't..." she gasped, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain that resonated in the very depths of her being.

"Yes, you can. Just give in to me," I whispered, my voice a velvet caress that seemed to seep into her consciousness.

Her eyes closed, her body arching towards me in an almost instinctive response. I continued to work her, my touch a blend of skill and raw passion that seemed to ignite something within her.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, her hands clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to anchor herself against the storm of sensations that swept through her. She was panting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she writhed beneath me, a symphony of desire and surrender that seemed to echo in the very depths of her being.

It was as if she was losing a battle, her defenses crumbling beneath my onslaught. She was wet, so wet, her juices dripping down my fingers as I rubbed her harder and faster.

Her eyes fluttered open, a mixture of lust and defiance blazing in her gaze. She was a slave to the sensations that pulsed through her, a tempest of desire and yearning that seemed to eclipse all else.

She arched her back, her body a reflection of the war raging within her. Her eyes were locked onto mine, a mixture of desperation and determination evident in the way her gaze bore into me.

I increased the pressure, my touch a blend of skill and passion that seemed to resonate in the very depths of her soul. She was panting, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure that seemed to cascade through her.

It was as if she was on the edge, a precipice that she was on the verge of tumbling over. She was lost in a haze of desire, her body responding to me with a force that seemed to defy all logic.

I continued to rub her clit, a mixture of pressure and release that seemed to resonate with her very core.

“OH!” Her moans grew louder, a crescendo of sounds that echoed in the charged air between us.

Her body was taut, her muscles tense and trembling, as if she was on the edge of a climax that seemed to defy everything she had ever known. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a battle between desire and duty that seemed to resonate with her very soul.

Her lips parted, a moan tearing from her throat as her body began to convulse, her climax washing over her in a wave of sensations that seemed to shatter her very foundations. She was trembling, a mixture of ecstasy and pain etched across her features, her eyes locked onto mine in a way that seemed to defy everything that she had ever known.