Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 170

Chapter 171: What Else Do You Love? (R18+)
The heat between them hadn’t eased.

If anything, it was worse now—deeper, tighter, like something pulling from inside out.

Lilith clung to him, legs tight around his waist, breath brushing his mouth every time she moaned. Ethan stayed buried in her, moving with her, like they couldn’t get close enough.

Behind him, Seraphina pressed close, her chest warm against his back, arms wrapped firm around his torso.

Her breath tickled his neck, her hands sliding over his stomach, slow and hungry.

He was stuck between them, and he didn’t want to leave.

Lilith rocked forward again, her hips dropping harder this time, and Ethan groaned, gripping her waist with both hands.

His head fell forward, lips brushing her collarbone, while Seraphina’s fingers dragged lower, teasing along the lines of his hips.

Lilith’s moan rose, and Seraphina’s breath hitched, the two of them clinging to him, their bodies moving together.

Their movements were fluid and seamless, each matching the rhythm of the other. The tension rose, and the heat coiled tight.

Seraphina’s hands were everywhere, sliding up his sides, over his chest, down his stomach, her fingers trailing sparks.

Every touch made him burn.

His entire body was tingling, and his focus narrowed.

The only thing that mattered was this—the feel of them, the scent of their skin, the sound of their voices.

His pulse was pounding, his mind blank.

All he could think about was the pleasure building between them.

His body responded, his thrusts coming harder, faster, the rhythm growing unsteady.

Lilith arched, her breath ragged, her eyes closed tight, her head thrown back, and Seraphina pressed her cheek to his, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles.

Ethan felt it.

The rush of heat, the coil winding tight.

It was right there, hovering on the edge, ready to burst.

He didn’t try to fight it.

Instead, his hands tightened, his pace picking up.

Seraphina groaned, her hips rolling, her breasts heavy against his back.

“Ethan,” Lilith breathed, her nails biting into his shoulders.

Ethan didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

His grip shifted, arms locking tighter around Lilith as his body pushed deeper, chasing every sound that left her lips.

She was trembling now, her breath catching at the end of each moan, her back arching with every push. Her legs squeezed around his waist, pulling him down, locking him in.

Seraphina moved with them, her chest rising and falling against his back, her fingers dragging down his ribs, then back up again.

She pressed soft kisses to his neck, her lips open, her breath hot. Every now and then, her teeth scraped gently along his shoulder, just enough to make him groan.

Their bodies were flush against his—one in front, one behind—and Ethan could barely keep up with the way they clung to him, pulled him, and urged him on.

Lilith whispered something—it wasn’t even words anymore.

Just sound.

Need.

And Ethan gave it to her.

His rhythm deepened, no longer measured. It came with weight now. With heat. With hunger.

Every thrust brought a jolt through her hips. Her voice cracked. Her body tightened.

Seraphina felt it too—her fingers curling against his chest, her voice in his ear, soft and shaky.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

He didn’t.

His body was straining, every nerve on fire. The room spun around the sound of breath and the weight of skin on skin.

Lilith’s cries grew louder.

Seraphina’s hands slid lower, guiding, steadying, coaxing.

Their rhythm blurred—three bodies moving like one, nothing held back now. Ethan was too close. He could feel it building, flooding his chest, tightening every muscle, begging for release.

Lilith arched again, her head thrown back, her mouth open. She gasped his name.

Once.

Then again.

And Ethan—

Ethan couldn’t hold it anymore.

He pushed in hard, burying his dick deep inside her, his body trembling as he filled his cum inside her.

Seraphina clung to him, her breathing ragged.

She kept kissing his neck, her touch growing softer, slower, easing him through the aftershocks.

“So good,” Lilith sighed, her head falling to his shoulder, her eyes closing.

Seraphina’s arms slipped around his waist, her cheek resting on his other shoulder, her hands sliding over his stomach.

“Yes, you are,” she murmured, her lips grazing his ear.

His chest was still heaving, his heartbeat racing.

He wanted more.

To stay here.

Inside her.

Forever.

Seraphina kissed his shoulder, her mouth warm against his skin.

“Take your time,” she whispered.

Her touch was gentle now, soothing, her voice soft and low.

Ethan didn’t argue.

Instead, he leaned back into her, letting her warmth surround him, his eyes drifting shut.

Lilith shifted, her head resting on his chest, her arms sliding up around his neck.

They stayed like that for a moment, the three of them, bodies intertwined, breathing slowing.

The only sounds were the quiet murmur of voices from outside, the distant hum of cars, and the soft rustle of wind through the leaves.

Ethan was exhausted, but not completely spent. He was still hard, even after a climax that intense, and his dick pulsed inside Lilith’s pussy, which was still clamping tight around him.

Lilith sighed contentedly, her eyelids heavy.

“Mmm,” she purred, a sated smile playing at her lips. “That was incredible.”

Seraphina nodded, her head tucked against his neck, her nose grazing his jaw.

“You were amazing,” she whispered, her hands smoothing down his sides.

“I love how you feel inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Lilith breathed, her eyes half-closed.

“What else do you love?”

She chuckled softly, her cheeks flushed.

“Everything.”

“Tell me,” he urged, his voice rough, his fingertips skimming along her hipbone.

“Your touch. Your mouth. The way you move. I love it all.”

He smirked, his hand traveling lower, his fingers stroking her inner thigh.

“How much?”

“Very,” she said, her tone playful, but the heat was real.

“Show me.”

And with that, his fingers dipped down, his thumb grazing her clit, drawing slow, lazy circles, and with his dick inside her brim with cum, the sensation was something that could not be described.

Her whole body jerked, and her eyes widened, her breathing hitching.

“Oh,” she gasped, her lips parting, her chest rising fast.

He didn’t wait.

His pace was light, the movement steady, the pressure increasing gradually.

Her eyelids fluttered, and her grip tightened, her breath quickening.

He kept going, his other hand resting on her lower back, holding her steady.