Chapter 175: Night Isn’t Over Yet**

"Ahh~"

Slutty, open moans slipped from Rose’s lips the moment Fredrinn thrust deeper inside her.

His cock throbbed hard against her walls, every pulse easy to feel. Just that single deep stroke was enough to tell him how tight she was and how crushing the pressure inside her felt.

She wrapped around him completely, squeezing as if she meant to milk him dry.

Fredrinn tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back, thrusting harder until the pleasure made his own cock pulse in warning.

He could feel the blood rushing, the deep internal urge to finish rising fast.

A part of him wanted to stop holding back and simply flood her, paint her insides in the shade of white, however the another part refused to finish before she did.

His free hand slid around her hip and found her cunt from the outside.

He rubbed her firmly, strumming her swollen clit like the string of a violin.

The dual stimulation—deep thrusts and direct pressure on that sensitive bud—drew louder, higher moans from her throat.

Her legs trembled as she remained bent over the edge of the bed. Her full tits swayed hypnotically with every impact of his hips, the soft flesh bouncing in time with the wet slap of skin on skin.

Her nipples were fully erect, while her back was arched.

"H-Hubby~ Cummin~"

She whimpered the warning, fingers clutching the sheets hard enough to wrinkle them.

Moans kept spilling from her lips without restraint. She couldn’t stop moaning even when her voice had gone completely hoarse and rough.

"So soon?"

Fredrinn smirked and teased her, deliberately increasing his speed, shamelessly teasing her about cumming so soon when he himself was barely able to hold himself back.

If he was to be honest, it was just his male ego acting up, refusing to give up before her.

He pinched her clit lightly between two fingers at the same time, adding a sharp edge to the pleasure.

The double sensation was slowly but surely making her lose her mind.

"Hnnngh~"

Her back arched hard. Her ass jiggled against his crotch with every thrust as she dragged in hasty, shallow breaths.

Inside, her walls began to contract faster, fluttering and clamping around his cock in tight, rhythmic waves.

The sudden increase in pressure pulled a low groan from his own chest.

Then, like a broken dam, her fluids washed over him. The rush of her orgasm drenched his cock completely.

Some of the liquid slipped past the tight seal of their joining and ran down her thighs, but most of it stayed trapped inside her because there was simply no space left to escape.

Every new thrust forced a little more out, heightening both the wet sounds and the slick pressure that surrounded him.

Fredrinn felt the last threads of his patience and restraint snap.

It was becoming almost impossible to hold back. He was close—dangerously close—and his cock begged for release.

Still he did not stop for even a second. Instead he drove into her faster, harder. One hand left her clit and wrapped around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to restrict without cutting off air.

The added control let him ram himself even deeper, burying every inch inside her on each stroke.

This time he did not warn her that he was about to cum. There was no real pregnancy risk anyway; his incubus skill already covered that concern.

A rough groan tore from his throat as the climax hit. He slammed in to the root and held himself there while thick strands of cum shot deep into her cunt.

Pulse after pulse painted her insides white. His release mixed with her earlier fluids until the combined liquid became a viscous, creamy mess that began to trickle down between her legs and drip onto the floor and sheets.

"AHHH~ YES~ HNN~"

Broken, ecstatic moans filled the air between them. Rose’s legs finally gave out completely.

Because he stood behind her, Fredrinn missed the full view of her face in that moment—the way her eyes had rolled back, tongue slightly out, expression gone pure ahegao from the force of the shared orgasm.

He sighed heavily, still buried inside her, and wrapped both arms around her waist to support her weight. He made sure she did not collapse or lose her footing entirely.

For several long seconds they simply stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching with aftershocks inside her fluttering walls.

Slowly he pulled out. A thick mixture of cum and her own release followed, spilling from her used pussy in a heavy trickle. He guided her forward and pushed her gently down onto the bed.

Her body plopped onto the mattress and bounced once or twice before settling. She lay there on her stomach for a moment, then shifted enough to look back at him over her shoulder.

Her heart-shaped eyes shimmered with a bright pink light. A beautiful, thoroughly satisfied, and still hungry smile curved her lips as she stared at him with open seduction.

Sweat glistened on her skin. Cum continued to leak slowly from between her thighs.

Fredrinn wiped a hand across his brow, still catching his breath, and looked down at the thoroughly fucked succubus sprawled across the sheets.

Andrea and Jenny were still asleep nearby, but Fredrinn could notice that her breathing had hastened slightly and she was moving a little more in her sleep.

Whatever it was, he was sure that she was going to wake up soon enough.

For now, he focused back onto Rose and leaned down, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face, and whispered against her ear.

"Night isn’t over yet, sweetheart~"

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A/N: I think I ended up writing too much r18 Chapters, but next one is going to be last I promise! I am going to skip the rest or do a time-skip sort of a thing.

As always, thanks for reading and geez where are the comments?! Is anyone still even caught up yet?