Chapter 249: Until I’m Spent…?

I pulled my fingers out of her slowly, deliberately, watching the way her body followed the motion—hips lifting slightly, seeking more even after coming undone. The wet sound of it made her cheeks darken further, but she didn’t look away this time.

“Look at me,” I said again.

She met my eyes immediately. No hesitation. Just a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.

There was no shame in her gaze—only anticipation. She wanted this. Wanted to be told what to do. Wanted permission. Wanted to surrender in a way she never allowed herself anywhere else.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I said.

Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away.

“Don’t,” she started.

“Don’t what? Compliment you?”

“Don’t be… nice about it.” Her voice stayed steady, though her cheeks flushed deeper. “I want to experience this when you’re— when you’re mean.”

I tilted my head, considering her.

“You want me to be mean?”

“It’ll be a nice change of pace,” she said with a confident chuckle, holding my gaze.

The admission hung in the air between us, raw and honest—but delivered with a certainty that told me she knew exactly what she wanted. She wasn’t embarrassed. She was claiming it.

I caught her chin and held it firmly.

Guess I’ll happily grant her request.

“You’re mine.”

I said, a faint cringe rippling through me. Even with our dynamic, hearing myself say it felt a little ridiculous, but as long as she liked it, I’d do anything.

Her lips parted—and she smiled.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she said immediately, no hesitation, her voice clear and certain.

“And what do you want right now?”

Her thighs pressed together around my hips, deliberate and unashamed. “I want you inside me.”

“Inside where?”

A frustrated noise escaped her throat—but there was amusement in it too.

“Cael…”

“Say it properly.”

“I said be mean… not cheesy.”

“Come on, just play along. You’ll like it.”

She held my gaze, that faint smile still lingering.

“Fine~.”

“I want your cock inside me,” she said, each word clipped and precise, delivered like she was enjoying every syllable.

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t think. I want—” Her voice dropped lower, richer. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

There it was.

The raw, unfiltered truth beneath all her schemes and manipulations—spoken with pride, not shame.

“Good girl.”

That phrase hit her like a physical blow. Her eyes fluttered shut, a full-body shudder running through her, and when she opened them again, they were bright with want.

“Say it again,” she whispered.

“Good girl.”

A small, breathless laugh escaped her. “Keep saying it, you sound ridiculous~!”

I kissed her—harder this time. Her hands came up to cradle my face, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer like she wanted to devour me.

When I pulled back, I reached down between us and unfastened my trousers. The sound of the zipper made her inhale sharply, her hips lifting eagerly.

I positioned myself at her entrance—not pushing in yet, just letting the head of my cock press against her slick folds. She was still so wet from before, her arousal coating me, making everything slide easily.

She didn’t whimper. She just looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.

“Please,” she said—not begging, just stating what she wanted.

“Please what?”

“Please stop making me wait.”

I pushed in.

Not slow. Not teasing. Just—in. One smooth thrust that buried me to the hilt inside her tight, clutching heat.

The sound she made was something between a gasp and a moan—loud, unrestrained, and absurdly proud.

“Yes—!”

Her inner walls clamped down around me immediately, fluttering and squeezing, already trying to pull me deeper even though there was nowhere left to go. Her nails dug into my shoulders, not hard enough to draw blood, just enough to hold on.

I gave her a moment to adjust, but only a moment.

Then I started moving.

Slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before pushing back in, watching her face contort with every stroke. Her mouth hung open, breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes stayed locked on mine.

“Look at me,” I said—unnecessary now, since she hadn’t actually looked away once.

But she smiled at the command anyway. “I’m looking.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver ran through her, both from actual pleasure and cringe.

“Nngh— keep going—”

I snapped my hips harder, driving into her with enough force to push her up the bed. The headboard slammed against the wall—once, twice, three times—and I didn’t bother to slow down.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking behind me, pulling me deeper with every thrust.

“Yes— yes— right there—”

I shifted my angle slightly, and her reaction was immediate—a sharp cry, her back arching, her nails pressing into my shoulders.

“What about here?” I asked.

“THERE— right there— don’t move from there—”

I focused on that spot, pounding into her with brutal precision, and she unraveled beneath me—but she didn’t break. Her eyes stayed open. Her smile stayed on her face.

But I wasn’t finished with her yet—and I wasn’t about to let this stay contained to the bed.

If she were willing to intervene in a conspiracy just for the chance to be rewarded by me, I’ll have to make this worth her while.

I pulled out abruptly. Instead of a whine, she just raised an eyebrow at me, waiting. Before she could say anything, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over, dragging her to the edge of the mattress.

“On your feet,” I commanded.

She scrambled to obey, legs unsteady but eager, and I caught her before she could fall—one arm around her waist, the other braced against the nearest wall. I pressed her against it, her palms flat against the cool surface, her ass pressed back against my still-hard cock.

“Hands on the wall,” I said. “Don’t move them.”

She pressed her palms flat deliberately, then glanced back at me over her shoulder. “They’re not going anywhere.”

I entered her again from behind, and the new angle made her cry out—louder this time, unrestrained. Her forehead dropped against the wall, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back just enough to watch her reflection in the darkened window across the room.

She was flexible, very flexible.

“You see yourself?” I asked, thrusting slowly, deliberately.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth open, her face flushed and beautiful. She met her own reflection without flinching.

“Y-Yeah,” she breathed. “I-It’s nice…”

“Good to know.”

I fucked her against the wall until her arms started shaking—but she didn’t drop them. She held her position, even as her breath came in ragged gasps.

“Drop,” I said.

She dropped to her knees immediately, then crawled onto her hands and knees on the floor—not reluctantly, but eagerly, positioning herself exactly how she knew I wanted her.

I took her from behind—harder now, rougher, the angle making her gasp and grip the floorboards. Her fingers scraped against the wood, leaving marks, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand while the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.

“Come,” I ordered. “Now.”

She shattered—her whole body convulsing, her cunt squeezing me like a vice, a raw cry tearing from her throat.

I didn’t stop. Couldn’t even if I wanted to.

“Too much— too much— Cael—”

“You can take it.”

“I know I can,” she gasped—and smiled through it. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

I turned her face toward me and kissed her. Messy, desperate, swallowing her cries as I drove her through another orgasm, then another. She came apart on my cock until she had nothing left but shudders and wet, broken sounds—but she never stopped meeting my eyes.

Finally, I let myself go.

I buried myself as deep as I could and spilled inside her, pulsing hot and thick, filling her until it dripped down her thighs. Her inner walls milked me through every last spasm, drawing out everything I had until I collapsed forward, catching myself on my forearms above her.

We stayed like that, her on her hands and knees, me draped over her back, both of us panting on the cold floor.

Slowly, I pulled out and watched my release trickle out of her. She glanced back at the sight and let out a satisfied hum.

I wasn’t done with the room yet.

[Dark Flame Recovery]

I stood, pulling her up with her, guiding her to the desk. I swept the contents aside—papers, books, a half-empty glass of wine, and bent her over it. Her cheek pressed against the wood, her ass in the air, still wet and red from where my hips had slammed against her.

“Again?” she asked, voice hoarse—but eager.

“Again.”

I pushed back inside her—still sensitive, still hard—and fucked her across the desk, then against the bookshelf, then up against the door when she pretended to try to escape. Each surface marked the territory of our fucking: the floor where she’d crawled, the wall where she’d scratched, the desk where she’d left damp fingerprints.

By the time I finally carried her back to the bed, the room was a wreck. Furniture displaced. Books scattered. The faint smell of sex clinging to every surface.

I laid her down gently this time, her limbs heavy and useless, her eyes barely open—but still watching me.

And I wasn’t about to pretend I was fine.

Even with my magic, the fact that she was a succubus meant that every time I recovered, she’d just drain my vitality all over again.

Parasitism, but funnily enough, the healthy kind.

At least, I think it is.

“Now will you tell me what happened?” I asked, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face.

“…Can’t it wait?”

“At least tell me before I pass out.” I let out a strained laugh.

“I’ll tell you everything, don’t worry. Just… give me a minute. Or an hour.” She reached up and traced my jaw lazily. “You wore me out. That was the point, wasn’t it?”

I huffed a laugh, lying down beside her, and pulling the ruined sheets over both of us.

“Yeah… it was.”

She curled into me, her face pressed against my chest, and sighed—long and content.

“I think I just discovered something new about me… we should do this again sometime.”

“Hopefully not soon…”

I couldn’t believe I was saying something like that to someone as beautiful as her, but honestly, if I don’t give myself a break that’s longer than a week, she’ll probably kill me.

Though, in my opinion, that wouldn’t be such a bad fate.

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