My All Powerful System

”I’ll just have to put her to sleep”

Lynx pushed himself up, the faint glow of his skin casting silver shadows across her body. His heterochromatic eyes locked onto hers.. one blue, one silver, both burning with a hunger that made her breath catch.

”You want me to wreck you?” His voice dropped, low and deliberate. ”Then look at me Nyx. Don’t look away.”

She nodded, her red eyes fixed on his, her body trembling with anticipation.

He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. The heat of her pulled at him, inviting, desperate, and he held there, just at the threshold, watching her face.

”Please,” she whispered, the word breaking.

He thrust forward.

The stretch was immediate, overwhelming, and she cried out, her back arching, her hands flying to his shoulders.

He filled her completely, inch by inch, the faint glow of his cock pulsing inside her, and she felt it a warmth spreading through her core, intensifying every sensation, turning pleasure into something almost unbearable.

”Ohhh fuck~” Her moan rose like a hymn, desperate and broken. ”Lynx... you’re so deep—”

He pulled back, slow, deliberate, letting her feel every ridge of him, then thrust again, harder. Her head fell back, a long, shattered sound escaping her lips.

”Ahhhn~ yesss~”

He set a rhythm, deep and steady, each thrust driving into her, pushing against her walls, and she met him, her hips rising to take him deeper.

Her moans filled the room, not too loud, not frantic screams, but something else.

Something raw. Each one a prayer, a plea, a surrender.

”Fuck Nyx... you feel—” His voice broke, his forehead pressing against hers.

”Don’t stop. Ohhhnn~ Please don’t stop—”

He didn’t. He drove into her, faster now, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the humid dark. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and she felt the pressure building, coiling low in her belly, spreading like heat through her veins.

The glow of his cock was doing something to her. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, amplified, sharpened, until she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

Her fingers dug into his back, her nails leaving crescents, and she gasped, her vision blurring.

”I’m~ I’m going to—”

”Come for me,” he said, his voice a growl against her ear. ”Let me feel it.”

She shattered.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tide, her body convulsing around him, her walls clenching and fluttering as she cried out, a long, broken moan that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her throat.

Her cum flooded around his cock, hot and slick, and he kept thrusting, driving through it, stretching the pleasure until she was gasping, trembling, her fingers twisting in the sheets.

”That’s it,” he breathed, his pace slowing, letting her ride it out. ”Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come.”

She lay beneath him, panting, her chest heaving, her red eyes glazed and unfocused. The aftershocks rippled through her, and she whimpered, oversensitive, but she didn’t push him away. She pulled him closer.

”More,” she whispered. ”Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He resumed the rhythm, slower now, building her up again. His mouth found her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses that made her shudder.

She could feel the tension building again, everytime he touches her, everytime she feels him. The pleasure she feels skyrocketed, the tension was building again, deeper this time, rising like a wave that refused to crest.

”Lynx—”

”Not yet.”

He pressed deeper, grinding against her, and she moaned, a desperate, pleading sound. He was everywhere, inside her, around her, the glow of his skin seeping into her pores, filling her with heat.

Her hands found his hair, pulling his mouth to hers, and they kissed, messy and breathless, his tongue sliding against hers.

He thrust harder, faster, and she broke away from the kiss to gasp for air.

”Aghnn~ ahgnn~ s-so close—”

”Come again,” he said, his transcendental voice a command.

”Come for me. Now.”

And she did.

Her next orgasm hit her like a storm, fiercer than the last, her body arching off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat.

Her whole body seized, her walls clamping down on him, and she cried out his name like a prayer, over and over, until her voice broke and all she could do was gasp.

”LynxLynxLynx~”

Her cum soaked him, her thighs, the sheets beneath her, and she collapsed, limp and trembling, her breath coming in ragged sobs.

He stilled inside her, letting her catch her breath. His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy, his body shaking with the effort of holding back.

”You good?” he asked, his voice rough.

She laughed, breathless, a broken sound.

”I don’t know what you’re doing to me. But don’t stop.”

He smiled, a dark, hungry smile, and pulled out of her. She whimpered at the loss, but he was already moving, gripping her hips and turning her over.

”On your hands and knees,” he said.

She obeyed, her body trembling as she positioned herself, her hands pressing into the mattress, her ass raised and waiting. He knelt behind her, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance again, slick with her cum, ready.

”You ready for more?”

”Yes. Please. Fuck me, my pretty human, fuck me till I pass out, wreck this half succubus tight pussy.”

That did it. His fucking hard cock was harder than ever. He thrust into her in one smooth motion, deeper than before, and she cried out, her arms buckling, her face pressing into the pillow.

He filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her see stars, and the glow of his body seemed brighter now, pulsing in rhythm with his movements.

”Fuck—Lynx—you’re so fucking deep—”

He set a brutal pace, his hips slapping against her ass, each thrust driving into her, reaching spots she didn’t know existed. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her back onto him, and she moaned, long and low, the sound muffled by the pillow.

His hand found her clit, pressing and circling, and she gasped, her body jerking at the sudden stimulation. His other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive peak.

”Oh~ oh fuck~ yesss—”

He thrust harder, faster, the sound of their bodies filling the room, and she felt the pressure building again, coiling in her gut, rising like a wave that wouldn’t stop.

”I’m going to cum again—”

”Then cum. Cum on my big cock.”

She did.

Her fifth orgasm for the day tore through her, her body convulsing, a scream ripping from her throat. Her cum gushed around him, soaking his thighs, and she collapsed onto the bed, her arms giving out, but he didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting, driving into her through the aftershocks, and she sobbed, overwhelmed, the pleasure too much and not enough.

”Ohhhnn~ Ohn! Lynx—I can’t—I can’t—”

”Yes, you can.”

His hand pressed harder on her clit, his pace never slowing, and she came again, a sixth orgasm ripping through her before the fifth had fully faded.

Her body seized, her voice breaking on a cry that was almost a scream, and she felt herself drowning in the pleasure, lost, undone.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He bent over her, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth finding her neck. He bit down, just hard enough to sting, and she gasped, her body jerking.

”You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her skin. ”I could fuck you forever.”

”Then do it.”

He did.

He kept fucking her through another orgasm, and another, until she lost count, her body limp and trembling, her voice hoarse from crying out.

The glow of his body was searing now, a warmth that seemed to reach into her very soul, amplifying everything, turning pleasure into transcendence.

She came again, a silent scream caught in her throat, her whole body shuddering as the wave crashed over her.

Only then did he let himself go.

His thrusts became erratic, desperate, and she felt him shudder against her, a low groan tearing from his throat. His cum flooded her, hot and thick, filling her completely, and she moaned at the sensation, the warmth spreading through her core.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The room was quiet now, save for their ragged breathing and the hum of the lamp.

Her body was still trembling, aftershocks rippling through her every few seconds, and she felt weak, drained, but utterly complete.

”You really did wreck me,” she whispered, her voice barely a croak.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand tracing lazy circles on her back.

”You asked for it.”

She laughed, a soft, breathless sound, and nuzzled into his chest. The faint glow of his skin was fading now, settling into a soft warmth beneath her cheek.

”I think your succubus is asleep,” he said, his voice low and teasing. ”For now.”

She smiled against his skin, her red eyes closing, her body finally stilling.

”For now.”