Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users
Chapter 224: That Felt So Good, My Son-In-Law (R18+)

"Fuck," Ethan grunted, his grip tightening a little.

His other hand went to her cheek, stroking her hair.

Elowen glanced up at him, her green eyes flashing in the dim light.

"Does it feel good, my son-in-law?"

"Very," he panted.

"Good," she said. "That is what a mother should do for her family. Do not forget that, Ethan. It is only because you belong to us that we treat you this way. If you were anyone else, I would not dare speak to you, let alone allow myself to do this."

She didn’t stop.

But she didn’t slow.

Instead, she leaned closer, her body curving inward, her mouth taking him in completely.

His fingers clenched, his body tensing, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself into her mouth.

Elowen moaned louder, her lips still stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

"Damn," he groaned, his head dropping back.

His hands stayed in her hair.

Her head bobbed faster.

"Fuck," Ethan muttered. "That’s good."

Elowen didn’t stop.

She just took him deeper, her lips never losing contact, her throat swallowing his length, her tongue stroking the underside, swirling and massaging the shaft, coaxing it, caressing it, drawing the seed out, begging him, urging him, demanding him to surrender.

Ethan couldn’t last long.

Not with her.

Especially not like this.

Her mouth felt too damn good.

He couldn’t even warn her.

One second, she was sucking.

And the next, his grip tightened.

And he erupted.

His entire body shuddered. His vision blurred.

Elowen moaned again.

Louder.

She didn’t stop.

Her throat opened, gulping his release, the hot stream splashing inside her, the liquid filling her, the warmth coating her insides, soothing and calming and easing the ache.

And her mouth never left him.

It wasn’t until the flow finally slowed and stopped that she released him, pulling back slowly, her tongue still tasting him, savoring him, not wasting a single drop.

Her lips lingered on the tip.

A light kiss.

"That felt so good, my son-in-law."

Another kiss.

"So good."

A final lick.

"You will have to give me that often."

Ethan nodded. "I can do that."

She chuckled, a soft, throaty sound.

"My sweet boy. What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want."

She gave him another light kiss, her mouth brushing the head of his dick, her lips parted, the touch teasing, playful, affectionate.

"You are quite the charmer, aren’t you?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No. No, not at all," she replied, her voice still holding a faint, sensual edge.

Then her hand reached up, and her finger wiped the corner of her mouth, the motion elegant, almost absentminded.

"We will need to clean ourselves up now, my little son-in-law."

"How did we get messy?"

She smiled, her head tilting forward. "Well, we will both need a shower."

"Together, I assume."

"Mhm. Very together," she said, her lips curving.

"Sounds good."

"Oh, my darling little son-in-law. We have quite a night ahead of us."

"What are you planning?"

"Me? I’m not the one with a plan."

"I don’t have a plan. Just an idea."

"Oh, well. An idea is all I need."

She leaned in again, her eyes half-lidded, her breath warm on his dick.

"So, what are you thinking?"

"Just a question."

"Mm. And what might that be?"

Ethan looked down.

"Are the twins still awake?"

Elowen’s expression turned sly.

"Would you like them to be?"

"Hmm, not sure, as wouldn’t that ruin the alone time?"

"I’m sure we could come up with something."

"Maybe."

"Or maybe," she said, her lips hovering an inch from his dick, her voice growing soft, teasing, playful, "we could simply have our own little game. Something just for the two of us. Would you like that?"

"Sure, if it means keeping the twins asleep."

"Oh, they are sleeping. Don’t worry," Elowen murmured. "But perhaps, if we were quiet enough, we could have a little fun without them ever knowing."

"Are you asking or telling?"

"I’m letting you know. In case you are the sort who wants to enjoy the moment and not worry about interruptions."

"Well, then. I’m interested."

Elowen laughed. "Excellent."

She straightened, rising, her body stretching, the smooth, perfect lines of her chest and waist and thighs and legs shifting, her form flawless, statuesque.

Ethan watched, his eyes roaming over her, admiring.

Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping them, steadying herself.

Then she leaned closer, her voice falling into his ear, the words barely above a whisper.

"Come with me, son-in-law."

They took a few steps.

Her grip didn’t leave his shoulders.

Her eyes didn’t leave his face.

Their bodies didn’t touch.

Not yet.

"Are you ready, Ethan?"

He met her gaze.

"Always."

Her eyes held his.

"I have something special for you. A treat, since you’ve been so good. Are you interested?"

"Of course."

"I knew you would say that," she smiled.

"Do I have a choice?"

"You do not. But you wouldn’t refuse me anyway."

"Never."

She smiled wider, her eyes darkening.

"Mm. Come."

Elowen pushed open the bathroom door.

The light flicked off.

And she pulled him through the doorway, guiding him silently into the bedroom.

The space was simple. Clean. Neat. The bed was still made. The covers had been smoothed and tucked neatly. The floor was freshly swept.

Ethan didn’t ask. He didn’t care.

His gaze stayed focused on the woman in front of him.

Elowen didn’t pause.

Didn’t hesitate.

She stepped toward the bed, her feet bare, her steps soundless. Her arms were by her sides, her posture straight and proud, her chin lifted, her eyes glinting in the darkness.

She didn’t look back.

And Ethan followed.

Step by step.

Closer.

Until they were standing beside the bed, inches apart.

And Elowen’s fingers finally rose.

"Wait here, my dear. Just a moment."

Then she slipped onto the bed.

Her movements were unhurried, but the motion flowed, natural, graceful. Her skin glowed pale and luminous against the black sheets.

Her fingers tugged the corner of the comforter.

Slowly, deliberately.

Pulling it down.

Revealing the pillows.