Strongest Incubus System

Damon continued the movement of the sponge, with calculated slowness, as if to maximize pleasure. His touch was firm but not rough, sliding the sponge over Ester’s skin in gentle, circular strokes. With each brush, he moved closer, until their foreheads were almost touching.

Ester’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps. The sensation of the wet sponge against her heat-soothed skin left her reeling, a heady mix of shock and pleasure. She couldn’t find the words, only a soft moan that died in her throat.

Damon smiled mysteriously, his gaze focused on the sponge, on the soft skin beneath. He followed its path upward, slowly moving up her abdomen, around her navel, and then... to her bust.

Ester shivered as the soaked sponge brushed the sensitive skin of her breast. Damon then leaned in, glancing up from under his long lashes, his lips brushing against her ear. The heat of his breath made her shiver.

”Relax,” he murmured, his voice husky. ”Just enjoy the moment...”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. The sponge sank into her breast, gently squeezing against her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The wet fabric chafed her already hardened nipple, almost a punishment for letting go. He swirled it in slow circles, finding every sensitive touch. For a second, it was too much. Ester shivered and inhaled deeply. Damon didn’t pull back. He just continued to circle the sponge over her breast in a steady rhythm. Over and over...

Ester closed her eyes, shuddering as she went from pleasure to exhaustion. When Damon removed the sponge to repeat the movement on the other breast, she let out a soft moan and parted her lips. It was like playing with fire—the heat, the sparks, the agony, and the pleasure—not knowing what would come next.

Damon continued his languid movements, a steady rhythm of rub/pull/rub/pull. Each time he left her breast, the emptiness only deepened, and each time he returned, the sensation intensified. With each movement, Ester drew closer to climax.

Her knees grew weak, and she staggered in her place, clutching the wall to keep from falling. She was panting loudly now, her head spinning. It was all about those touches—the wet, cold, and hot sensation—the swirling of the sponge against her nipple. Damon’s other hand rose and gripped her hip, holding her steady. He didn’t need to do anything more.

For a moment, the emotion was too much. Ester gasped, breathless. Her chest heaved, rising and falling. The pleasure was like a crescendo, rising and rising, trapping her in a bond of pleasure... And then, she was there—bursting with ecstasy.

She opened her mouth in a silent, still scream. Her body clenched, then exploded with sensation. Relief and ecstasy exploded through her, hot and intense. Her muscles contracted in spasms, and her hips bucked against the sponge involuntarily. Waves of climax crashed over her, up her spine, and spiraled throughout her body. Her nipples hardened into rigid peaks.

Damon didn’t stop, continuing the stimulation. The first orgasm had barely subsided when he brought her to a second. He didn’t give in to the provocation of her moans; instead, he lowered his grip to her breasts and slammed the soaked sponge back into hers. The rumbles of his breath mingled with her breathless moans. It became difficult even to breathe as one orgasm merged into another, and her body shook with each collision.

Gradually, the soothing caress eased. He was now murmuring playful words in her ear, and the sponge had been discarded. Damon’s hands roamed over her wet skin with an almost reverent reverence. He seemed to never tire of the sensation, the texture, the softness of her skin.

But the truth was, he hadn’t even touched her yet—not really. Everything had been intensified by the wet sponge. Ester shivered at the thought of him using his fingertips...

Damon breathed in her ear with a smile. ”Don’t worry—I’ll give you a chance later to return the favor.”

Ester held her breath eagerly at the thought, a nervous flutter stirring within her.

”How about... you let me wash your bottom?” Damon suggested with a smile. His gaze was like a demon’s, eager to touch that beautiful, icy flower.

Ester blushed, still dizzy with pleasure. She could hardly believe it had happened, but the heat coursing through her veins told her it hadn’t been a dream. Swallowing hard, she met Damon’s eyes, almost shyly.

”W... what do you mean, wash me?” she stammered. ”I told you to get out of here... now...”

Damon smiled back mischievously, his eyes glinting with wickedness. ”Oh, but you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” he purred, sounding like a cat playing with a new toy. ”I just thought we could play a little longer before I let you out of here. After all, we don’t want it to end too quickly, do we?”

With that, he leaned in, nuzzling his face against her neck in the sexiest way possible. His hot breath made her skin tingle, and Ester shivered at the sensation.

Damon nipped her earlobe, urging her on with a low ”Shhh.” ”I told you to relax, remember? Let me take care of the rest... I’ll make you feel so good...”

Damon smiled seductively, his eyes roaming Ester’s wet body. ”Sit on the edge of the tub,” he ordered, his voice husky with desire. ”I’m going to take you good.”

Ester hesitated for a moment, but the promise in Damon’s voice and the temptation were too strong to resist. She slowly sat down on the cool edge of the tub, her knees instinctively parting.

Damon stood between her legs, his eyes fixed on the pink, damp flesh exposed to him. He removed the sponge and set it aside, instead picking up a soft towel.

”Now, keep those thighs wide apart for me,” he murmured, rubbing the wet towel against the sensitive skin of Ester’s inner thighs. ”I want to make sure you’re completely clean.”

Ester gasped as the towel brushed against her clit, sending shockwaves through her. She spread her legs even wider, allowing Damon full access to her. He used the towel to rub around her pussy, never truly touching where she needed it most, just teasing her and driving her to the brink of desperation.

”Damon, please,” she begged, her entire body trembling with desire. ”I... stop...”

”Shhh,” he silenced her with a searing kiss. ”I know exactly what you need, sweetheart. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Damon tossed the towel aside and knelt between Ester’s legs. He lowered his head and ran his tongue along her soaked slit, tasting her sweet honey. Ester let out a strangled moan and gripped Damon’s hair, pulling him closer.

[You have conquered the Ice]

He smiled against her flesh and then devoured her completely. His tongue delved inside her, tasting every inch of her pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, sometimes pulling it between his teeth.

Ester’s head tilted back and she gripped the edge of the tub, fearing she would fall. Her legs tightened around Damon’s head, and she could barely breathe as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body.

”That’s right,” Damon murmured against her pussy. ”I want to see you lost in ecstasy.”

[You are absorbing life essence directly from the Source of Ester Deathstriker]

His words pushed her over the edge, and Ester screamed as her climax hit. Her entire body shuddered, and she gripped Damon’s hair as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her.

Damon didn’t stop. He continued to work her pussy with his tongue, prolonging her orgasm until she could barely move. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were coated in her honey.

Ester pulled him up and kissed him passionately, savoring her own taste on his tongue. She held him close, still trembling from the reverberations.

”Wh... what... was... that...” she whispered. ”My body... is... so hot...”

Damon smiled at her and caressed her face. ”You’re welcome, my love. I told you I’d make you feel so good.”

Damon looked at her and then lowered his towel... ”Now it’s your turn,” he said, revealing his fully hard cock.

Ester was taken aback by the revelation, her eyes wide with surprise and hesitation. She hadn’t expected this so soon, so soon after the intense experience she’d had. The sight of Damon’s cock, erect and swollen, sent a shiver down her spine.

She bit her lower lip, looking at him with a mixture of desire and shyness. Her body still throbbed with pleasure from what had just happened, but now there was a new kind of desire growing inside her, an almost childlike curiosity about what would come next.

[Ester Deathstriker’s personality is being shattered by Asmodeus’s lust.]

[Due to your decent achievements, you have obtained the ”Asmodeus’s Lust” trait.]

[”Asmodeus’s Lust”: From the point at which you assert yourself and dominate your partner, the blessing of the Demon God Asmodeus falls upon your lover, revealing the target’s true lustful personality.]

[Ester Deathstriker is in ”Shameful Lust”... she is mortified to be this way, while at the same time, her entire body is being assaulted by indescribable pleasure.]

”I... I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she admitted, her voice small and hesitant. ”I mean... I’ve never...”

Damon smiled encouragingly, his gaze gentle and comforting. ”Don’t worry about it now,” he reassured her. ”Just do what you’re comfortable with. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Ester nodded, feeling a little more comfortable with this. She slowly approached him, her gaze fixed on his cock. She’d seen penises before, of course, but never one as close or as real as this. There was a certain intensity about it, a promise of pleasure and pain, all mixed in a delicious symbiosis.

With a deep breath, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his member, feeling it throb against her palm. Damon gasped at the contact, his eyes darkening with desire.

”That’s right,” he murmured, ”Touch me however you want. Taste it, play with me. I’m all yours.”

Inhaling deeply, Ester began moving her hand up and down his shaft, marveling at the texture and soft yet firm consistency. She could feel the pulse of blood beneath her skin and the heat radiating from it.

She leaned forward, bringing her face closer to Damon’s cock, but without touching it yet. Instead, she blew lightly on the engorged glans, watching how he reacted to the light touch of cool air on his warm flesh.

Damon moaned softly, and his hips moved involuntarily toward her mouth. Encouraged by his reaction, Ester extended her tongue and ran it along the slit at the tip of his penis, savoring the first salty drop of pre-cum that was already leaking out.

The taste was new and yet familiar, salty and musky in an intriguing way. She ran her tongue around the glans, savoring and exploring every inch of that new texture. The skin was soft as velvet, but the inside was hard as rock.

Finally, she opened her mouth and took his entire cock, taking it deep into her throat in one long, smooth thrust. Damon moaned loudly and grabbed her hair, encouraging her to go deeper.

Ester began moving up and down his shaft, picking up a steady rhythm. She used her tongue to massage the underside of his penis as she sucked him, applying firm pressure to the base of his shaft as she moved her head up and down.

”That’s... that’s good,” Damon murmured, his voice husky with pleasure. ”Keep it up. You’re doing great.”

Hearing his words of encouragement made Ester feel more confident. She began to relax her throat, allowing Damon to slide even deeper into her mouth. Her breathing became heavier as she sucked him harder and faster, feeling his cock throb against her tongue.

Suddenly, Damon let out a strangled cry, and his entire body tightened. Ester could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth as he climaxed, flooding her throat with hot, thick streams of his semen.

She swallowed as much as she could, tasting the new, intense taste on her tongue. When he finally finished, she pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Damon pulled her into his arms, kissing her passionately as he cradled her against his chest.

”That was incredible,” he whispered in her ear. ”I knew you’d be good at this.”