CHAPTER 437: TORTURED (18+)

Chapter 437 – Tortured (18+)

The vibrations shot through him like a live wire. He twitched. Bad idea.

She pulled back instantly and tapped his thigh. "Tch. Movement. Minus five points."

"I will end you," he growled.

"You’ll thank me in ten minutes," she said smugly, and then went right back to devouring him.

Lux groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. Her mouth was hot, wet, eager. Her pace picked up. She savored it. Licked the underside of the shaft. Swallowed again, deeper this time. Her saliva coated every inch of him, and she kept working his length like she wanted to turn his brain into pudding.

And his brain?

It was pudding.

His thoughts were a melting slideshow of ’oh fuck, don’t move, and Sira, I swear to all the hells, you will pay for this.’

It felt like she healed him, then tortured him as payment.

He felt her shift again—tongue flicking, cheeks hollowing, then that moment where she went just deep enough to choke slightly, gagging softly around him with a sound that made his stomach knot.

He clenched.

His toes curled.

Her name left his lips like a growl. "Sira—"

She looked up. Eyes glassy. Pupils dilated. Lips wrapped around him like velvet fire.

And she smiled.

While still sucking.

The sadist.

Half an hour? No way.

Five more minutes of that and he was going to—

His balls tightened. His load was full again.

She must’ve felt it. She definitely felt it. Her grip tightened around the base, holding him there, teasing him, dragging his orgasm out like it owed her rent. He gasped, trying not to thrust. Trying so hard not to move.

"Can I..." he gasped, voice wrecked.

She popped off him. "What?"

"Can I cum—"

She licked the tip, dragging it with a slow, deliberate flick.

"Beg."

"I don’t beg," Lux muttered, voice hoarse, half a growl.

Sira’s eyes rolled like he’d just said the dumbest thing in Hell.

"Sure you don’t," she purred, licking him again, slower this time, like she was trying to melt his pride through pure tongue pressure. "But I like hearing you pretend."

Her voice... Sweet honey mixed with venom and control. He hated how much he liked it.

She didn’t wait.

Didn’t give him time to recover.

Didn’t even give him the illusion of mercy.

Her tongue trailed down the underside of his shaft again—hot and slick—and then lower. She kissed his balls like she loved them. Like she owed them royalties. Her lips were warm, her breath hotter, and her lipstick left bold marks like a trail of sinful signatures all over him.

Every damn kiss echoed.

Lux’s breath hitched. "You’re insane."

"No, I’m invested," she whispered, kissing the space between his thighs. "Big difference."

Then she licked his inner thigh. Slowly. Possessively.

And that?

That was enough to make Lux physically twitch.

"Sira," he warned.

"Mm?" she hummed against his skin.

"Stop making love to my damn thigh."

"I haven’t even started making love to anything yet," she said.

And that was the problem.

Because his body?

Already betraying him.

His cock stood proud like a soldier who’d heard the battle horns. Tall. Solid. Slick with her spit and marked in red, like war paint. Hell, even his balls felt heavier now, like they were just waiting for the call to arms.

[System Alert: Incubus Pheromone Emission Exceeding Safe Thresholds]

[System Alert: Sexual Arousal Reached 87%. Overflow Approaching]

[Warning: Target Sira Shadowborn is under pheromone influence. Desire containment at 22%]

Lux gritted his teeth.

She was supposed to be affected too.

He knew she could feel the pressure. Knew his pheromones were turning the air into something thick, cloying, and dripping with heat.

But no.

Sira, being the prideful little menace she was, decided to hold it in. Like she was playing some game of resistance. Like she had something to prove.

"You’re... insane," Lux repeated, sweat trailing down his temple.

She leaned in again.

Licked the tip.

Again.

Her eyes fluttered halfway shut, flushed, lips parted. Her lipstick smeared now—glossy red stains that bled across his shaft like she’d signed her name there.

And she looked up with that expression.

That face.

Hazy. Horny. Completely gone and yet so smug. Her pupils were blown, cheeks flushed, tongue peeking out as she kissed his cock like it was the only thing worth worshipping in this realm.

He couldn’t breathe.

Literally.

His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a battle marathon. His entire body throbbed. Hellfire simmered in his veins, heat coiling deep in his gut.

And his little soldier?

Standing at full salute.

Sira cooed, petting his shaft like it was a good pet. "Aww. He’s so eager. Look at him. Poor thing’s so full..."

"Don’t," Lux warned, breath shuddering.

"Oh, you are full, aren’t you?" she teased, thumbing a bead of pre off the tip. She flicked it away like it was an appetizer. "Poor baby."

"I hate you," he hissed.

She kissed his cock again. "You love me."

He cursed.

Loudly.

And then it got worse.

Because Sira sat up.

And kneeled.

Not like last time.

Not to suck.

Not to kiss.

But to tease herself.

She slid her fingers across her own chest, slow and shameless, until they curled over her nipples. Then she tugged. Rolled them between her fingers. Bit her lip and moaned like she was imagining his tongue there instead.

"Do you know what you do to me?" she whispered. "What you look like right now?"

He didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because his brain short-circuited the moment her breasts bounced slightly under her own teasing. Her nipples were already hard, aching for attention, and she was clearly loving every second of his tortured expression.

And then?

Then she grinned.

That devilish, glowing, heart-breaking grin that meant war crimes were about to be committed.

"Now..." she purred, crawling forward like a queen descending to claim her throne, "...hold still."

Lux’s eyes widened.

"Oh shit—"

And then she placed his cock between her breasts.

The world stopped.

The warmth. The softness. The way she pressed them around him, trapping him in heaven and hell and Pride-made perfection.