Falling In Love In a Haunted HouseCh19.2 - Incubi (NSFW)

PART 2 IS NSFW!!!!!!!! If you’re underage or don’t like that stuff, please skip the chapter! o3o

The door was slammed shut. The mirror on the wall shook, almost falling off, but Jules didn’t pay it any heed. Instead, he pinned the incubus against the wall, his hands holding onto his hips as he sank his teeth into his shoulder. The sweet, iron taste of blood invaded his mouth, drawing out a sigh of delight. But it wasn’t enough, of course it wasn’t. The next thing he knew, he was greedily licking the bite mark and nibbling on the torn skin, just like a dog chewing on a bone. MDzofX

It made Bastien hiss, but he didn’t shove the man away. Rather, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. One hand held onto the back of his head, the other left on his back; he pressed their bodies together, not even leaving an inch between them. 

“Are you planning to literally devour me?” Bastien chuckled, unfazed as always. “That’s not what I had in mind.”

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At these words, Jules lifted his eyes to meet Bastien’s. Their calmness and the amusement lurking in their depths ticked him off, stirring up the urge to make him cry and beg. Then so be it. That was what he’d do.

“Whether I devour you or not, that’s my business. You allowed it.” With a growl, he added, “Turn around and lift your butt.” qIXDs

Bastien narrowed his eyes at Jules, staring for a second before doing as told, letting go of his shoulders. However, he didn’t lean on the wall and instead moved to the side to grab the sink. That done, he glanced over his shoulder at the hunter standing behind him.

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Meanwhile, Jules’s free hand slid on Bastien’s waist, then his hip, before hastily pulling down his pants. He unfastened his own belt a second later and let his member free, pressing it against Bastien’s naked buttock. When he felt the warm skin against his, his hips instinctively moved upward, making the moist, hard shaft grind between the two cheeks. The incubus jerked under him, most likely surprised by the sudden movement—it only served to arouse Jules more, his mind turning hazier.

Oh goodness, he wanted to thrust in now, ram in up to the hill, but he couldn’t. Not just yet. NuZJct

Jules let go of the demon’s lips to breathe. However, he didn’t allow Bastien to do the same; his fingers climbed from his jaw to his mouth and forced their way inside. They gripped his tongue, mingling with it until they were covered in saliva. Once he deemed his fingers wet enough, Jules brought his hand down to Bastien’s backside. Then, without so much as a warning, he slid a finger inside and pushed through up to his knuckle.

“You’re still collected enough to prepare me?” Bastien laughed as he arched his back, looking at Jules through the mirror that hung above the sink. “But that’s not necessary. I’m not human, remember?”

The words made Jules’s mouth twitch. Indeed, Bastien wasn’t. His backside was dripping wet, something human males didn’t experience. Still, ramming in without loosening the entrance first was bound to hurt. That was why Jules held back, a bit of his conscience still remaining. Whatever he said earlier, he didn’t want to hurt the incubus in any way. But well, if his consideration was met with mockery…..

“Fine, then.” 7oJdG9

“Ang—ah!”

Bastien was interrupted mid-sentence, the air knocked out of his lungs as Jules plunged in. The hunter gripped his thighs to keep him close, his short nail digging in the toned flesh. Deep cuts and scratches quickly blemished the demon’s skin, blood trailing down his legs. And again, Jules bit the demon’s shoulder, then nibbled and sucked on the nape of his neck. His mouth left red marks wherever it went, and small bruises and hickeys soon littered Bastien’s tanned skin. It was a sight that pleased the hunter greatly.

Still, it felt like there wasn’t enough. He wanted to mark him more, oh so much more. And why not do it? He ripped what was left of the torn shirt with one hand, and his mouth trailed down on the demon’s back. He had to let everyone know that this prey was his.    

While kissing and biting, the rhythm at which Jules moved his hips didn’t slow down. It was fast, and whenever he thrust in, he went up to the hill, not allowing Bastien to catch his breath. However, the demon didn’t moan; he bit his lower lip, silencing his voice. His fangs had grown bigger because of the excitement, easily cutting through his lips and bloodying his chin. Yet, he did not let go. As such, all that echoed within the bathroom was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Jules’s heavy breathing soon accompanied it as he started to move even faster, parting the demon’s legs a bit more so that he could reach deeper. 67Mx38

Finally, the demon let out a yelp, and a wicked smile bloomed on Jules’s usually aloof face. He repeated the same movement, moving his hips as he did a moment earlier. It was followed by a muffled cry, a beautiful sound to his ears. He wanted to hear it more, many times more. So, he hit the same spot, over and over again until Bastien could do nothing but whimper, his legs so weak they had given in. If he hadn’t been holding onto the sink, he’d be sprawled onto the floor by now.  

Regardless, Jules didn’t stop moving and kept hitting that spot, holding onto his hips to keep his body up. Even if the incubus were to beg for mercy, he wouldn’t grant him any rest, not until he was a crying mess.

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With this in mind, Jules glanced at the mirror and then saw Bastien’s face. His eyes were shut tight, an expression of pain and pleasure twisting his features. Jules could not help but slow down, as if entranced by the sight. And when Bastien half-opened his eyes, he stopped moving altogether, even forgetting to breathe.

Golden flickers shimmered in the demon’s crystal blue eyes, swirling like a storm behind a veil of pleasure. Welling tears glistened at the corner of his eyes, adding a delicate, fragile touch to the otherwise ethereal look. It was the kind of gaze that melted the heart but also brought out people’s predatory instincts and cruelest desires. To Jules, it had a devastating effect. rA68Ye

Beautiful. That was the hunter’s last thought before he finally snapped. All that remained afterward was the desire to make Bastien his and devour him whole.  

Edited by Clozed! ♥

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