Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Don’t Hold Back (R18+)
But he held back, his control slipping.

Seraphina was too sexy, too tempting.

Her breasts bounced slightly, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her body rocking harder, faster.

She was close.

And he was right there with her.

The air grew thick, and the heat between them was building.

Lilith’s eyes darkened, her lips brushing his ear, her fingers teasing his inner thigh.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmured, her touch gliding up his leg, her nails dragging along his skin.

“Cum for her.”

Ethan didn’t resist.

Instead, his hands shifted, his grip tightening, his fingers curling, his cock plunging deep inside her.

Seraphina’s breath caught, and her eyes flew open, her lips parting in a silent cry, her whole body quaking.

Her back arched, her muscles tensing, and her hips drove forward, taking him in, her pussy milking his cock, coaxing his orgasm out.

The tension unraveled, the pleasure rippling through him, his balls tightening, his pulse roaring.

Seraphina whimpered, her hands pressing against his chest, her nails scraping his skin.

“More,” she pleaded, her voice ragged, her eyes half-closed.

He didn’t stop.

Instead, his hands found her hips, his grip firm, his body moving in sync with hers.

Her movements grew desperate, her motions rough and unsteady, the sound of their bodies crashing together filling the room.

Lilith watched, her gaze rapt, her eyes gleaming, her breath quick and heavy.

“Yes,” she purred, her hands smoothing over his ribs, her fingertips skating down his abdomen, her touch sending sparks through his skin.

“So hot.”

Her gaze shifted, settling on Seraphina.

“Keep going,” she murmured, her voice dripping with arousal, her eyes hooded.

“You’re almost there.”

Seraphina whimpered, her body bucking under his, her movements becoming frenzied, uncontrolled.

“Ethan,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering, her breath shallow.

“I’m…”

“Cum,” Lilith said, her command low, seductive, her tongue flicking across his nipple, the touch making his body shudder.

Seraphina cried out, her voice cracking, her body convulsing, her climax ripping through her.

And with that, Ethan reached his peak.

His dick pulsed, his release rushing through him, his hands holding her hips as his seed spurted deep inside her.

Their moans mixed, their voices ringing through the room, their bodies shaking, clinging to each other, riding out the wave of ecstasy.

Finally, the rush faded, the tension ebbing, and their bodies collapsed together, exhausted, satisfied, spent.

Seraphina sighed, her forehead resting on his shoulder, her hands gliding over his sides, her touch slow, deliberate.

“So good,” she whispered, her lips moving against his skin, her voice thick with pleasure.

Lilith laughed softly, her head dipping down, her tongue tracing the line of his collarbone.

“That was amazing,” she murmured, her palm skimming his abs, her fingers stroking the hard, toned muscles.

Ethan couldn’t find the words to agree. He just groaned, his hands roaming her back, his body still tingling.

“You two are incredible,” he breathed. Somehow, his strength was coming back at a much faster rate than before.

Later, the room was quiet again.

Their bodies had finally stilled, but the air still felt heavy with heat.

They lay tangled together, breathless, warm, skin to skin. The sheets clung to their legs, half-kicked off during the last round, forgotten now.

A soft breeze came in through the open window, brushing against damp skin and cooling the sweat that still clung to their backs.

Ethan lay in the middle, arms stretched across both women. His chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths.

His hair was messy, his skin flushed, and his muscles sore in the best way possible.

Lilith rested her head on his chest, one leg hooked over his, her fingers trailing slow, lazy lines down his side. She wasn’t tracing anything in particular—just moving, touching, staying close.

Seraphina was on his other side, curled in tighter. Her leg draped over both of theirs, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her hand resting flat on his stomach like she didn’t want to let go.

No one said anything for a long while.

There was no need.

Everything they wanted to say had already been shared through breath, movement, and how their bodies clung to one another.

The only sounds now were the quiet rustle of leaves outside, the occasional shift of fabric, and the soft rhythm of three steady heartbeats.

Lilith’s voice broke the silence, low and lazy. “He’s still hard.”

Ethan let out a tired chuckle, his hand brushing along her spine. “I’m trying to rest,” he said, though he didn’t sound convincing.

Seraphina shifted slightly, her fingers sliding lower on his stomach. “I noticed,” she whispered, her voice teasing.

Lilith smirked against his chest. “Should we…?”

Seraphina looked up, her golden eyes half-lidded but still shining. “I say we take turns,” she said, soft and wicked.

Ethan didn’t protest.

He let out a breath, closed his eyes for a second, and then decided that he would not let them take the lead; instead, he would make sure to fill them up so that they wouldn’t be able to wake up tomorrow.

But before he could do anything, Lilith sat up slowly, brushing her hair back, and leaned over to kiss him. Not rushed. Not wild. Just close and full of promise.

Seraphina kissed his jaw next, her hand already moving lower, exploring with slow confidence.

Their touches were gentler now, but no less intense.

They weren’t starting over.

They were continuing—again and again—because none of them was ready to stop.

There was no clock. No pressure.

Only hands. Skin. Breath.

The world beyond the bedroom slipped away.

All that mattered was the weight of two bodies pressing against his.

Hands and mouths, exploring every inch, claiming and caressing, pulling and teasing.

Until finally, their kisses slowed, their touches easing, the heat cooling to a gentle hum.

Ethan didn’t have to say anything.

He didn’t need to.

The two of them knew what he wanted, and they gave it to him.

And just like that, the trio spent the whole night awake—tangled in warmth, in rhythm, in each other—and never once letting go.