Chapter 165: Why Are You Running*

"Then how would you like me to take your first time, Jenny?"

"W-W-Wh- Huh?"

If this were an animated show, there surely would have been thick plumes of white steam whistling out of Jenny’s ears.

Her mind completely short-circuited under the sheer bluntness of his question.

Her jaw worked soundlessly for a second, her face burning with a fiery crimson that spread all the way down to her exposed collarbones.

She looked so adorably flustered that Fredrinn couldn’t resist the primal urge to bully her just a little bit more.

Stepping completely into her space, he pressed forward, letting his rock hard cock brush intimately against the soft silk of her panties.

Before she could stammer out another broken syllable, his calloused fingers hooked beneath her chin, tilting her head back.

He leaned down and captured her parted lips, smothering every ounce of her panicked hesitation in an instant.

Jenny’s eyes shot wide open in the first second of impact. She hadn’t anticipated the sudden assault at all, caught completely off guard by how decisively he claimed her.

Yet, any instinct to pull away evaporated into thin air. Her trembling hands rose on their own accord, winding around his broad shoulders.

Her eyelids fluttered shut, melting into the heady, intoxicating taste of his mouth.

Her thoughts were turning to complete mush.

The heavy flood of hormones rushing through her bloodstream conjured vivid, forbidden fantasies she had desperately tried to suppress all afternoon.

Every brush of his lips sent a molten current straight down her spine, making her toes curl against the floorboards.

Fredrinn didn’t grant her a single second to catch her breath.

Still keeping their lips locked in a bruising, hungry kiss, he slid his free palm down to the soft, flat expanse of her stomach. With an effortless, playful shove, he guided her backward.

Just like Rose moments before, Jenny’s foot caught against the wooden base of the king-sized frame.

She let out a muffled gasp as she lost her footing, tumbling back onto the plush mattress. Her toned, athletic frame bounced lightly on the thick comforter, landing squarely in the center of the bed.

She lay there in a breathless daze, staring up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

One second she had been standing on her own two feet, lost in a kiss while dirty thoughts raced through her head, and in the very next heartbeat she was sprawled out on the sheets, stripped down to her panties right beside an ash-skinned demonic succubus.

Beside her, Rose’s dark crimson hair was fanned out across the pillows like a pool of dark blood.

Her pink, heart-shaped pupils shimmered with an eerie, supernatural allure—a hypnotic magnetism that seemed to attract the attention of even women... Forget about men.

Yet, surprisingly, Fredrinn seemed utterly immune to Rose’s exotic charm.

Instead, the moment his dark gaze locked onto Jenny’s trembling form, it was her own chest that seized up.

Her heart galloped like a runaway stallion, skipping every other beat while her chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow gasps.

A dizzying storm of raw panic and breathless anticipation clouded her mind as she looked up at the looming silhouette of his naked frame.

’Is he going to climb on top of me right now? Will he just shove that monstrous thing inside me just like that...? RAW?! It’s going to hurt like hell... but... maybe it’ll feel good...’

She swallowed hard, her throat bone dry as her lips parted involuntarily. The wild, unhinged thoughts refused to stop, pounding against her temples in tandem with her racing pulse.

Then, she caught him glancing slightly toward the other side of the mattress.

Rose was lounging there on her side, propping her head up with one slender arm. Unlike Jenny, the demon didn’t look flustered, starved, or overwhelmed by the sheer intensity in the air.

Instead, she merely wore a look of mild irritation at the constant delays, twirling a loose strand of hair around a pointed black fingernail.

Looking at the succubus up close, Jenny felt a sharp, sinking ache in her chest.

Rose’s body was an impossible piece of sculpted art—a standard of otherworldly perfection that no mortal woman could ever hope to rival.

Jenny looked down at her own frame: her modest, firm breasts that could comfortably fill a man’s palm, and the subtle, outline of her pecs on her stomach.

By human standards, she was exceptionally fit and stunning. But beside an ancient creature designed purely for carnal temptation, her features felt terribly ordinary.

Rose possessed the classic, exaggerated hourglass silhouette—a lush, impossibly narrow waist that flared out into heavy, rounded hips and a generous, full bosom.

The only conceivable advantage Jenny held was that her skin carried a natural, warm golden tone that radiated living heat, completely unlike Rose’s cool, ashen-pale flesh.

Unwilling to set herself up for another crushing disappointment, Jenny quietly decided to lower her expectations.

She began carefully inching backward across the rumpled comforter, intending to retreat toward the pillows and give Fredrinn the space to take Rose first.

’If I don’t get my hopes up, I won’t feel that bad.’ she rationalized defensively.

Besides, watching him handle Rose from a safe distance would give her time to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.

Shyness and petty jealousy had kept her from peeking when he was fucking Andrea, but this time she was already trapped on the bed and already stripped down.

However, before Jenny could crawl even half a foot away, a low, amused scoff rumbled from Fredrinn’s chest.

His calloused hand shot out like an iron clamp, snapping firmly around her slender ankle. With a casual flick of his arm, he yanked her backward toward the edge of the mattress.

The silk sheets bunched up beneath her hips as Jenny let out a sharp, surprised yelp.

She slid effortlessly across the mattress until she was pulled right to the edge, pinned beneath his towering shadow.

Before she could scramble away, Fredrinn stepped between her parted knees, planting his broad, heavy palm flat against the center of her chest, right beneath the hollow of her throat.

The searing heat of his skin burned into hers, pinning her firmly to the mattress as his thumb grazed the rapid, frantic fluttering of her pulse.

"Where exactly do you think you’re running off to, Jenny?" he whispered raspily, leaning down until his shadow completely swallowed her.