No Control [R18]

The room pulsed with vibrant red energy as Dorian's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lina.

Each deliberate movement elicited soft gasps from her lips, her body instinctively responding to his newly awakened incubus power.

Dorian focused on her most sensitive areas, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path along her inner thighs. The sensation coaxed her to arch against his arm, her breath catching as she let out soft moans.

"Ah, no… stop," Lina whispered, her voice trembling. "They'll… hear us."

"Lina, I can't," Dorian murmured, his voice low and husky. "You're just too hot right now."

As she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck and chest, Dorian seized the opportunity.

His tongue traced over her exposed skin, drawing muffled moans from Lina as she pressed a hand over her mouth, desperate to keep their neighbors from hearing.

Her body trembled with each shudder of pleasure, particularly when Dorian's fingers found her most intimate spot, the honeypot with sweet syrup that moistened his fingers.

He eased a finger inside her, moving with deliberate care, guided by her gasps and subtle twitches to locate her most sensitive places.

He focused on every reaction, working slowly to mask his inexperience, though his heart pounded with the intensity of her responses.

Unable to hold back any longer, Dorian gently lifted Lina with his newfound strength, her eyes clouded with desire.

His fingers fumbled with his pants, clumsy with anticipation.

Lina's gaze flicked downward, catching his struggle. With a swift motion, she slid off his lap and knelt before him, her lips glistening as she licked them, swallowing hard. Dorian finally managed to push his pants down, revealing himself.

Her hand shot out, stopping him. "No… let me," she said, her voice a sultry blend of lust and mischief.

"I need to regain some control of myself… but you? It's time for payback for not stopping when I asked you."

With a deft motion, she tugged away the last layer of clothing, her eyes widening as she took in the view of his son in all its splendor.

Even Dorian was startled by the evolution of his member, a testament to the incubus power now coursing through him.

Lina licked her lips with anticipation, drawing Dorian's attention back to her.

With deliberate care, she began to stroke him with her hands, occasionally moistening them with a light lick to ease the motion. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through Dorian, who gripped the armrests of the chair to steady himself, unprepared for the intensity building within him.

Lina, relishing her role as she teased, brushed her chest lightly while watching him struggle to maintain control.

A devious smile curved her lips as she cupped her breasts, pressing them against him, enveloping his length in a way that made it nearly impossible for Dorian to hold back.

"If you can hold out long enough," she purred, her voice dripping with mischief, "I'll use my tongue in the most pleasurable way possible. Think you can last a minute?"

Dorian gritted his teeth, the sensation of her breasts already overwhelming. The thought of her tongue sent his mind reeling, especially since this was his first time experiencing such intimacy.

Words failed him; he bit his lip, focusing on enduring the pleasure.

Noticing his struggle, Lina slowed her movements, guiding his member to brush against the sensitive tips of her breasts.

A shiver of delight ran through her, her own pleasure evident in her tightening grip.

Forgetting her playful one-minute challenge, she let lust guide her actions.

Straightening slightly, she leaned closer, starting with a tentative lick before ending with a sensual kiss. She glanced up at Dorian, her smile wicked, then swirled her tongue around his shaft.

She took him deeper, her movements deliberate as she felt him tremble.

Dorian, teetering on the edge, leaned back instinctively, but Lina followed, unrelenting, sensing he was moments from release.

Just as he neared the peak, she pulled back, wiping her mouth slowly with the back of her hand, her eyes locked on his.

"How about it, Dorian?" she teased, her grip firm as she prevented his release. "Should we end it here… inside or out?"

Dorian, dazed and breathless, took a moment to process her words. With a quick, almost desperate breath, he answered, "In."

Lina's eyes widened slightly at his answer with a loud gulp before she pressed her lips against his throbbing length, enveloping him in the warm, wet heat of her mouth.

Each deep motion sent a rush of pleasure through Dorian, pushing him closer to climax. As a novice to such intimacy, he couldn't hold out for long.

His body jolted back, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation, the peak of pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt.

He gazed down at Lina, who struggled to accommodate him, her cheeks flushed as she pulled back, swallowing hard.

"That… was incredible," she murmured, her voice tinged with surprise. "How is that taste… even possible?"

Her eyes seemed to shimmer with a faint red glow, unnoticed by her as the room's dense, swirling fog intensified.

The crimson mist, invisible to Lina, pulsed with an otherworldly energy, as if responding to their shared desire.

"I don't know," he told her, in a low but playful tone, "but I know what needs to happen next…"

Dorian, who could not wait to get inside of her, gently lifted Lina to her feet and guided her onto his lap.

Though she appeared slightly fatigued, her determination didn't waver. Bracing herself on the armrests, she glanced down, a flicker of doubt crossing her face as she wondered if she could take him fully.

She'd never encountered someone with such an imposing member.

With careful precision, she guided him inside, lowering herself slowly, biting her lip as she felt him press against her inner walls.

Dorian swallowed hard, the sight of her adjusting to him stirring a mix of pride and awe.

The sensation was indescribable, overwhelming his senses.

Lina's initial struggle eased as her body adapted, a few quick thrusts providing the lubrication needed for smooth movement.

She began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm, each motion faster than the last.

Her breath grew ragged, her mind buzzing with pleasure as she steadied herself on the chair, cautious not to let her moans carry beyond the shop's walls.

She'd never done anything so bold in her salon and was determined to keep rumors from spreading.

Noticing her effort to stay composed, Dorian caressed her thighs, his hands settling on her waist to guide her steady rhythm.

Her movements became more intense, each one tightening around him, constraining him further. Seconds stretched into minutes, their shared climax building rapidly.

Lina's moans grew louder, some escaping despite her efforts to muffle them with her hand.

As the peak approached, Dorian's mind raced with one thought: should he warn her before it was too late?

"Lina… I can't hold on…" Dorian gasped, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge of release, instinctively moving to pull away.

A voice interrupted, sharp and commanding in his mind.

[Don't! Don't worry about that—fill her! You need to mark her. Since it's your first time, she won't face consequences, so hold her close and finish this!]

Lina's eyes locked onto his, her gaze clouded with desire. In her haze of passion, she'd forgotten about having him use protection, but her body refused to pause, caught in the throes of their shared intensity.

Dorian, trusting the incubus's words without hesitation, tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer. With a final shudder, he released, his breath ragged.

"What are you…!" Lina's voice broke as her own climax surged, her body convulsing with pleasure.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp escaping her lips as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her.

Only when her senses returned did she glance down, realizing their oversight. Her eyes widened at the mistake, but Dorian's expression—radiating joy and relief—confusing her.

She couldn't fathom why he seemed so untroubled, his gaze containing both relief and pride.