Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users
Chapter 225: Well, Are You Coming? (R18+)

Chapter 225: Well, Are You Coming? (R18+)

Revealing her body.

She sat on the bed, her legs folded underneath her, the covers pooled around her hips.

Then she turned, looking back over her shoulder.

"Well, are you coming?"

"Yes," Ethan said, his tone even, his eyes calm.

Elowen laughed, a soft, breathy sound. "I love your eagerness."

"That’s all yours."

"Oh, I know. Trust me, I’m aware," she smiled, her hands sliding down her sides, her fingertips skimming her thighs.

Ethan didn’t respond.

He just kept moving, his foot rising, his knee pressing into the bed, his palms flat on the mattress.

Then he moved.

Slid closer.

Elowen was waiting.

She reached behind her, her arm rising, her wrist turning, her fingers brushing her spine, the gesture elegant, delicate, and entirely controlled.

Then she looked at him.

"Do you want a gift, my darling little son-in-law?"

"Of course," Ethan said.

"And what do you think is my favorite kind of gift?"

"The ones you give yourself."

"Yes, indeed," she murmured.

Then her fingers traced a slow circle across her lower back.

"Come and receive your gift."

Ethan crawled forward, his weight sinking into the mattress.

Her body was so close.

So inviting.

But his hands didn’t reach for her.

They stayed flat on the sheets.

Her skin was flawless, the pale curves illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight drifting through the windows.

The shadows cast her profile in a stark contrast, each line and angle accentuated, her features sharp and refined.

The silence between them hung, heavy and thick and filled with promise.

He moved closer.

Until their legs were touching, the sensation electric, the contact sparking, jolting.

And she didn’t move.

Didn’t pull away.

Only leaned a little further forward, her weight settling onto her palms, her breasts pressing against the comforter, her breathing slow and deep.

Her hair fell across her face, and Ethan raised a hand, brushing the strands aside, tucking them gently behind her ear.

"Do you accept this gift?"

Her voice was soft, the words barely audible.

But he heard her.

He always heard her.

"Always."

She closed her eyes.

Her lips curved into a smile.

Then she shifted her hips, and her palm reached between her thighs, and her fingers began to spread herself open.

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

His hand dropped.

Caught the base of his cock.

And guided the tip against her entrance.

She exhaled.

Her back arched.

His head pressed against her opening.

He paused.

Then rocked his hips, his dick sinking into her.

Elowen shuddered.

Gripped the comforter.

"Ohh, yesss..."

Her moan was a quiet sigh.

Almost too soft to hear.

And he pushed in deeper.

Inch by inch.

Until he was completely inside her.

Filling her.

Her heat wrapped around him.

His dick sank in.

All the way.

Right to the hilt.

She whimpered.

A faint, muffled sound.

And her fingers clenched the blanket, her knuckles white.

"Ahhh... fuck."

He didn’t reply.

But he felt the pulse, the rush, the throb, and his body moved without conscious thought.

His hips pulled back, then drove forward, his cock thrusting inside her, burying himself.

"Mmmm. That feels so good," Elowen gasped, her back arching.

"Fuck," Ethan grunted, his hands gripping her waist.

He slammed into her again.

Again.

Again.

Her body rocked with every motion.

Every impact.

His rhythm built.

Slow, then steady, then faster.

And harder.

Elowen’s hands stayed on the mattress, her fingers clenching, twisting the comforter.

She bit her lip, her eyes closing, her teeth grinding together.

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop," she begged.

Ethan didn’t reply.

He didn’t need to.

He was already pounding into her, his body rocking, his muscles straining, his grip tightening.

And Elowen moaned louder.

And his pace sped up.

And their breathing grew rougher, more ragged.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back, his forehead resting on her neck, his lips kissing the nape of her neck.

She moaned again, a long, low cry.

And his hips didn’t stop.

Didn’t pause.

And her body tightened, and her back arched, and her ass pressed against his stomach.

"Don’t stop. Fuck, Ethan, don’t stop!"

"I won’t," he growled.

His rhythm didn’t break.

"Good, good," she panted. "Don’t. Don’t, fuck, oh god, please."

Ethan didn’t need more.

He felt the pulse.

The rush.

And his body acted.

His dick slid in deeper.

Her muscles contracted, her entire body shivering.

"Yes," she hissed, her head falling forward.

He gripped her waist, pulling her onto him.

Filling her.

Stretching her.

Taking her.

"Ahhh. God, Ethan, fuck," she whimpered.

He didn’t answer.

But his speed didn’t drop.

He fucked her.

Harder.

And faster.

And Elowen’s breath caught in her throat.

Her muscles trembled.

Her skin glistened.

"Please. Please, god, I’m so close," she begged.

Ethan didn’t respond.

Just kept driving his cock into her.

Hard.

Over and over.

And her body shook.

Her muscles strained.

"Ohh, yes. Yessss. Just like that," she moaned, her head falling back, her hair hanging loose.

His hands slid down her hips.

Held her.

Lifted her.

Raised her up.

Pushed her.

And her ass ground against him.

She gasped.

Whimpered.

"Oh god. Ohhh fuck," she panted.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Tell me."

"It’s. Ahh. It’s exactly what I want."

"Show me."

She didn’t need any more encouragement.

Elowen’s entire body quivered, her muscles tense, her legs shaking, her skin glistening with sweat.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks.

Her teeth gritted.

Her hands gripped the blanket.

Her knees sank into the mattress.

And her hips tilted upward, and her body twisted, and her back bent, and her eyes shut, and her lips parted, and she threw her head back.

"Fu-uuuck!"

The cry came out loud.

Raw.

Ecstatic.

Elowen’s entire body spasmed, her muscles tightening, her skin shuddering.

"I’m cumming. Fuck. Ohhhh god, I’m cumming."

And she did.

He didn’t hold back.

Didn’t pause.

Thrust harder.

Slammed his hips against hers.

Pushed her body against the bed.

And she moaned.

Again and again and again.

Louder.

Harder.

Deeper.

His pace was relentless.

Unrelenting.

Their bodies moved as one, their movements almost instinctive, the act natural, easy, fluid.

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