Chapter 394: Dragon and Incubus (18+)
Chapter 394 – Dragon and Incubus (18+)
Lux cut her off with a kiss, deep and dominating, swallowing her words, stealing her air. When he pulled back, lips still brushing hers, his voice was velvet-wrapped sin.
"I’m not letting you win. I’m letting you think you’re winning."
Her pride flared again, sharp as dragonfire, but—her body betrayed her when his tail pushed harder against her heat, teasing through silk until it was damp. She bit down on her lip, holding the moan.
Lux caught it instantly. His smirk deepened. "Ohhh. You’re trying not to make a sound. Cute."
Her eyes flashed. "Not cute. Pride."
"Same thing," he whispered, brushing his tongue against her lip before kissing her again, slower, deeper. His hands pushed her clothes fully off, spreading it wide so her body was bare beneath him, framed in silk and candlelight.
Mira wanted to cover herself, for a fleeting second—not out of shame, but because his gaze was too sharp. Too knowing. He saw everything. Every scale, every twitch of her breath.
But instead of mocking, instead of gloating, Lux kissed lower again. Down her chest. Down her stomach. Each touch a statement. Each kiss a contract.
She shuddered when his breath fanned over her hipbone.
"Lux..."
"Yes, Mira?" he said sweetly, voice dark and amused as his fingers tugged at the last cloth between them.
Her nails dug into his hair, pulling, demanding. "Shut up."
He laughed against her skin. "That’s not how negotiations work."
And then—he pressed his mouth against her inner thigh, kissing hard enough to bruise, his tongue hot, deliberate, devastating. She cried out, sharp and startled, her pride unraveling with every second.
Lux pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, eyes glowing, tail still teasing at her slick heat.
"Remember what I said, Mira?" His voice was velvet sin. "You can’t beat an incubus at his own game."
The way he said it—low, steady, confident—sent a shiver straight through her. Mira wanted to bite back, to spit out some sharp dragon-flavored insult, but then Lux’s hands moved, and all her cleverness melted into breath.
One palm slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate, calloused fingertips brushing along sensitive skin until they hovered just beneath the curve of her hip. The other traced up her ribs, following the ridges of faint scales until it found the soft swell of her breast. His thumb brushed against her nipple, teasing, barely a touch—just enough to pull a gasp from her throat.
Lux smiled against her skin. "There it is," he murmured, voice satisfied, "the sound you were trying so hard to swallow."
Mira glared at him, but her pride cracked when his mouth followed the trail of his hand, lips closing around the tip of her breast with maddening patience. He didn’t rush. He sucked slow, firm, tongue circling in deliberate strokes that made her back arch despite herself.
"Lux—" She tried to keep her tone level, steady, but it came out as more of a moan than a warning.
"Yes?" His voice was muffled against her, smug and cruelly patient, before he switched to the other breast. His teeth grazed just enough to sting, then soothed with his tongue, his hand cupping her firmly while the other slid down her stomach, fingers pressing against the growing heat between her legs through the damp silk.
Her legs trembled. She grabbed at his horns, sharp and firm in her grip, needing something to ground herself with. "You’re—damn it—"
"Good?" Lux offered, eyes flashing up at her, lips curling around her nipple again before he let it go with a soft, wet sound.
"Infuriating," she gasped.
He chuckled. "Same thing."
His tail slid between her thighs again, rubbing, stroking, teasing at the damp spot that grew with every pass. The pressure built, steady and merciless, until she was grinding against it without realizing, her hips rolling with small, involuntary movements. Lux’s hand pressed her lower belly, holding her still.
"Not yet," he whispered. "I said I’d prepare you. Dragons don’t just leap into the fire without checking the hoard first."
She wanted to laugh, wanted to scoff—but then his fingers slipped under the silk, finally brushing against bare heat, and the laugh died in her throat.
"Oh—" Her moan escaped unrestrained this time, raw and honest.
Lux’s grin widened. "There. That’s the truth I wanted."
He slid one finger inside her, slow and careful, curling it just enough to make her cry out. Then another joined, stretching, filling, deliberate in every movement. His thumb pressed against her clit, circling, teasing, forcing her hips to buck.
"You’re already soaked," he said, voice husky. "Were you this wet when you were trying to dominate me, Mira? Or is this just for me?"
She clenched her teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction. "Don’t flatter yourself."
He curved his fingers just right. Her cry broke the air, sharp and desperate, her body tightening around him.
"Too late," he murmured against her throat, kissing just below her jaw. "You flatter me with every sound you make."
His rhythm built—slow, steady, precise—each stroke angled to make her body sing. His mouth moved back to her breasts, sucking and licking in tandem with his fingers, and soon Mira was trembling, her dragon pride unraveling with every shudder.
She grabbed his hair, his horns, his shoulders—anything to ground herself as the pleasure built sharp and uncontrollable.
"Lux—" she gasped, voice breaking.
"Yes, Mira?" His words dripped dark amusement, even as his pace grew harder, thumb stroking faster against her clit.
"I—" Her voice faltered, caught in a moan.
"You what?" he pressed, lips brushing her ear. "Say it. Admit it. You like this incubus, don’t you?"
Her pride clashed with the truth—but when he sucked her nipple again, fingers stroking inside her just right, the words broke free with a strangled cry.
"Yes!"
Lux groaned low, satisfied. "That’s all I needed to hear."
And then he kissed her again, swallowing her moans, seducing her deeper into his rhythm, into his heat, into his game.
Because she understood now.
He wasn’t just touching her.
He was claiming her, piece by piece.