Chapter 129: No More Inhibitions…?

After all was said and done, I didn’t waste any more time.

I took off my clothes as well and tossed them onto the marble floor, standing bare in front of her, with the two of us now wearing nothing.

She smiled dangerously as she saw me, licking her lips in satisfaction as I finally got over my pettiness.

“Was that so hard now?”

“You cheated, but I don’t care anymore.”

Evelina gasped, her back arching as I entered her in one smooth, deep thrust.

“Ohhh fuck, Cael…”

Her legs wrapped around me tight, drawing me closer, her tight walls clenching and pulsing around my shaft like some velvet vice designed to own me. Every slow, deliberate movement of mine was answered with shivers and little ragged moans that set my cock on fire.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“You’re the one who gave me a succubus as a gift…”

Evelina laughed, spurring my movement even more.

I continued my slow, sensual thrusts, grinding my hips against hers, letting her feel every thick inch of my cock as it stretched and filled her so perfectly.

Evelina’s moans grew louder, more passionate, spurring me on.

“Yes, oh god yes… faster, Cael.”

She panted, her nails raking down my back, leaving red welts in their wake. I complied, picking up the pace, slamming my cock into her with more force, more hunger.

Nothing about our movements or words was soft; it was rough, hard, and passionate, exactly what she expected when she was forced to use her pheromones.

Her nails dug into my skin, hard enough to leave red tracks that would burn later, but neither of us gave a damn. Every gasp, every shiver, every wet slide of her body against mine just cranked everything higher.

“You’re… relentless,” she breathed, her voice shaking, half‑moan, half‑complaint.

“And you…”

I murmured, pressing in tighter, my hands everywhere—grabbing, squeezing, learning her all over again.

“This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.”

The room reacted with us, divine and demonic magic humming and pulsing like it could feel what we were doing. Curtains twitched, cushions dipped and shifted under our weight, and the thick, hot scent of her arousal filled the air.

Her back arched, shoving her body harder against mine, chasing every thrust, every grind with the same filthy need. Every roll of her hips, every slick rub and gush of her pussy, every trembling breath was its own dirty conversation.

I bent over her, dragging my mouth along her jaw, down her throat, over the curve of her shoulder. She moaned, tilting her head to give me more, basically begging me to keep going, to finally take what we’d both been holding back for way too long.

Her fingers locked in my hair, yanking me down, making sure I felt just how badly she wanted this, how badly she wanted me.

I stopped pretending I had any control left and pushed into her rhythm, matching the roughness, the need, the shameless pace she set.

“Cael…” she gasped, my name tearing out of her, wrecked and burning with pure need.

[Hell Shift]

FWOOSH!

The positions flipped; she was riding me now, hips slamming down, bouncing me into her tight cunt with reckless abandon, with pupils dilated into hearts, matching mine.

“This is your fault, y’know?”

She chuckled, continuing to ride me as the bed below us slowly shifted and warped.

It was obvious she was having a hard time maintaining the surroundings with divine magic while she was all pent-up like this.

Her pheromones affected me.

While my magic affected her.

Neither of us could think clearly.

Her hips pressed harder against mine, a desperate rhythm that mirrored the fire in her eyes. I gripped her waist, feeling the shiver that ran down her spine with every press, every drag of our bodies together.

“You’ve gone completely insane,” I snickered, voice rough from need, chest heaving.

She laughed, breathless, a low, sultry sound.

“Look who’s talking.”

“You got me there… ngh~.”

Her hands slid down my back, nails digging into the curve of my spine, pulling me closer.

“You’ve pushed me to the edge too many times, y’know? First by inviting another girl without letting me know, then letting me watch you get hurt… You have a debt to pay.”

I let out a laugh, harsh and ragged, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I know that already.”

Her tail curled tight around my leg, almost like it was trying to pull me further into her. Every movement, every touch, screamed surrender and claim.

“Then take me. Take everything. Remember that you’re mine now, so obey me~” she giggled, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, the succubus aura roaring around her like a living thing.

I didn’t hesitate. My hands roamed freely, memorizing the heat of her body as I matched the urgency of her hips with my thrusts, letting go of every shred of teasing, restraint, and pretense. The room responded with a pulse, divine and demonic magic intertwining, bending the air, the cushions, the curtains around us.

Her moans ripped from her throat, a chorus of need and delight, dragging me further, making it impossible to hold back.

“Faster… harder…” she gasped, grinding down with abandon. “This isn’t enough…!”

She was really going at it, and even I was starting to think I’m out of my depth here.

She was going to show me what actual need and obsession are, how a villainess claims what’s hers.

“Y-Yes! Just like that!” she cried, hips bucking into mine. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging, guiding, desperate to anchor herself to me.

[Demonic Shift]

The chamber pulsed violently, the magical residue of both our powers reacting, reshaping the space around us in response to our frenzy. Cushions dipped, the bed curved, and the curtains swirled.

From a room that looked like it still had the slightest amount of dignity, had now turned into something that was truly meant for sin.

Her voice dropped to a rough, needy whisper. “I’m losing control… Cael, I can’t—”

“Then don’t,” I muttered, pressing myself fully into her, letting every inch of my need and desire pour into each thrust, each touch.

“I want to see this side of you…”

She shivered, nails clawing my shoulders as she ground herself fully onto me, letting herself fall completely into the storm of desire.

“Ngh… don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.” She laughed dangerously, her skin starting to morph.

From her pale, beautiful white into something else… violet and red, the hue of a succubus.

[Full Demonic Transformation]

Her hands clutched at my chest as I held her close, pressing my lips to hers in a fierce, unrelenting kiss.

“You’re mine,” I whispered between gasps, the words vibrating against her skin.

“And you’re mine,” she shot back, voice rough, determined, desperate. Her body rolled against mine, pushing, pulling, demanding, giving everything she had, everything we both had been holding back for far too long.

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