Emma let out a soft groan before lifting herself slightly, a single teardrop rolling down her cheek.
Dorian gently brushed it away with his thumb, his touch tender.
"Take it slow," he purred into her ear, his voice low and soothing.
"We have plenty of time for you to get used to it."
He kissed her again, slow and deliberate, grounding her in the moment.
Her hypersensitive body trembled under his touch, as if electric currents pulsed through her with every caress.
It was then that she used his shoulder to lift herself slightly.
The pain was still there, but she pushed through it, slow enough so she could move back down again.
She did this once, twice; each time she did it, she felt Dorian shiver a little.
Glancing down, she noticed he was also struggling; each of her movements was pushing him to the limit.
Emma shifted her focus to him with a small smile, thinking of giving him the best pleasure possible.
Her movements grew steadier as the pain began to fade, replaced by a growing warmth inside her.
She then adjusted her legs, finding a more comfortable rhythm, moving like a piston with increasing confidence.
Dorian opened one eye, unable to hold back any longer.
He gripped her hips, guiding her to move faster, the red lustful energy flooding into him like a torrent.
Each wave of her arousal fed him, pounds of raw energy surging through him by the second, making his body feel light and strong, almost too strong, as if he could break her with a single, careless grip.
He leaned back after seeing she could handle it, watching her move a little clumsily, her expression showing her real emotions.
Flushed cheeks all the way to the ears, her large breasts jiggling to the rhythm of her movement, each curve of her body moving with a wonderful aesthetic that made him marvel at the situation.
He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to where their bodies joined as one, the liquids that flowed, and the rhythmic motion driving him to unbearable pleasure.
Emma moaned just enough to express the pleasure she was feeling, trying her best to keep from screaming.
Dorian let Emma take the lead for this first round, wanting her to grow accustomed to the sensation.
He needed her ready for when he'd take control, already imagining her on all fours, exploring a new experience together.
For now, though, he fought to keep himself composed, desperate to prolong the moment, but each second made it harder.
Every time she slid down, their bodies met with a satisfying slap, her bountiful curves colliding against his thighs.
Emma leaned forward, pressing both hands against his chest to steady herself, and began moving in earnest.
She quickened her pace, keeping her movements short to focus on a specific spot, clearly reveling in the way his tip grazed a very sensitive area.
Emma did not raise her body much to concentrate on that certain zone, even betting all that she found her G-spot.
It might have been the delusion of a first-time high, but it felt incredible to her, and she didn't stop.
That, however, was becoming a problem for Dorian.
Her quick, concentrated movements were pushing him to the edge, and he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer.
He tried his best, but Emma was getting better by the second, her instincts taking over.
"Damn it, Emma, you were made for this," he growled, his voice thick with admiration.
He gently pulled her back, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that sent her already sensitive body into overdrive.
Her mind overloaded again, her body convulsing as she hit her limit.
A rush of unfamiliar pleasure surged through her, tinged with a sense of danger.
She didn't yet know what a woman's climax felt like, and the intensity almost scared her.
Dorian felt himself reaching the same peak, recalling that his incubus nature allowed him to release his first load without issue, marking her with his essence.
He held her tightly, letting go as a surge of warmth filled her.
Emma, feeling the heat flood her womb, coupled with her own release, wanted to scream, but Dorian's lips pressed firmly against hers, muffling her cries.
Their kiss deepened, hungry and unyielding, as if craving more than just the taste of each other.
After a few seconds, Emma's body collapsed onto him, her strength sapped, if only for a moment.
Dorian, too, was spent, the intensity surpassing even his encounter with Luna.
Emma's youthful stamina and eager exploration had pushed him to a far better place.
Emma's hand drifted to her stomach, a delayed realization hitting her as she felt Dorian had filled her up.
Her eyes flicked to him, confused, not sure if she should be angry, happy, or scared.
Dorian knew she needed to be calmed as he reached out and held her close, locking her gaze with his own.
"It's okay, Emma. Everything will be fine, I promise," he whispered against her ear. His voice sent a shiver through her—but the sound of it steadied her, melting away her fear.
"We're fine this first time. Just relax."
He hadn't intended to use his hypnotic charm during their intimacy, but now he let a gentle pulse of Seductive Gaze wash over her, easing her worries and instilling confidence that there were no problems.
"Great job, kid!" Yamir's voice chimed in his head, smug as ever.
"I lent a hand this time, so let's bump my cut to 55% of the energy, yeah? Fair trade for the assist, right?"
Dorian scoffed internally, itching to choke the incubus.
The immense power coursing through him was exhilarating, but he couldn't help wondering how it would feel to keep more of it for himself.
"Y-Yes…" Emma stammered, her voice soft and dazed.
"We're fine… I want more…"
Dorian slowly eased out of Emma, his hands steady on her hips as he prepared her for the next position, guiding her to grip the couch.
"Stay like that, alright," he whispered into her ear, his voice low and teasing.
Emma nodded slowly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at being exposed from behind.
Though still dazed, a spark of desire lingered in her, urging her to want more.
Dorian glanced at his watch; half an hour remained for this heated encounter.
He needed to act quickly to reignite her pleasure, drawing more of that red, fog-like energy that fueled his incubus power and experience.
This time, though, he knew protection was necessary.
She was already marked, whatever that fully meant; he wasn't sure, having rushed through his time with Lina, but he vowed to learn more about this supernatural system this time.
Pulling out a condom he'd prepared, he slipped it on, wincing slightly.
His sensitivity, heightened from two consecutive days of intense intimacy and Emma's vigorous enthusiasm at the end, made it uncomfortable, but he managed.
He couldn't help but wonder if there was an incubus skill to bypass the need for this restrictive wrap around his 'son.'
Looking up, he caught Emma's curious gaze, her eyes tracing his naked form, lingering on his ready member with a mix of shyness and anticipation.
She gulped slightly, her breath quickening as she waited for him to close the distance.