The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

Leon noticed her intentions and chuckled inwardly. 'What a cunning and lewd woman. Well, if you're asking for it, I'll give it to you; I need some Vice points anyway.'

He leaned back slightly, letting a small, knowing smile play on his lips. "Felicia, it's not every day someone shows such... personal gratitude," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Leon suddenly grabbed Felicia's hand, which was gently stroking his, and enclosed it between his own. Feeling the softness of her skin, he smiled and said, "It's okay, sister-in-law. I don't hold grudges. We're family, after all. If you ever need anything from me, just ask."

Felicia looked at his handsome face and nodded, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. His touch was warm and reassuring, sending shivers down her spine. Her thoughts began to wander as she felt his hands caressing hers.

Felicia's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. Her fingers lightly traced the back of his hand, her touch sending shivers up his spine. "Leon, your strength and power are captivating. It's only natural that I'd be drawn to someone as remarkable as you," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his.

Leon reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, Felicia," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "there are many ways to show gratitude."

Her breath hitched at his words, and she moved even closer, their bodies almost touching. "And how would you like me to show my gratitude, Leon?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

Leon's smile widened, his eyes darkening with desire. "I think you already know," he replied, his hand sliding up to rest on her thigh, squeezing gently. Felicia's pulse quickened, and she leaned into him, her lips a mere breath away from his.

Their proximity was electric, the tension between them palpable. Leon's touch was both gentle and firm, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin that left her breathless. "I want to make sure you never forget this moment," he whispered, his lips finally capturing hers in a heated kiss.

"Thank you, Leon, for understanding. I'll make sure he never talks bad to you," she said in a weak voice, her gaze dropping to their joined hands.

Leon looked at her face and saw the rising heat in her cheeks, acting as if he didn't notice. He placed his hand on her cheek, rubbing lightly. "Are you okay? Your face is turning red."

"Mhm... I'm fine. It's just that I'm feeling hot suddenly." She leaned in closer, giving Leon an even deeper view of her cleavage.

Using his divine charm aura, Leon subtly increased the heat between them, knowing it would help him in a moment. The combination of her thoughts and the rising temperature made her start to sweat lightly.

Seeing beads of sweat forming on her forehead, cheeks, and exposed skin, he stopped circulating his mana, letting the temperature return to normal. "Oh, sister-in-law, you are sweating. Let me help you wipe it." Without waiting for her response, he took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped her forehead.

Felicia didn't stop him as he moved his hand down, wiping her nose, cheeks, and then neck. His hand moved toward her cleavage, wiping and subtly rubbing the upper area of her breasts with his fingers.

Felicia bit her lower lip seductively. Leon was now completely sure she was here to seduce him. He stopped wiping her sweat and smiled. "You must be feeling hot here, right? You're sweating all over."

"Yes. I don't know what happened. But I'm feeling hot here. Should I take these clothes off?" Felicia smiled at him seductively.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Leon quickly nodded.

Felicia turned around and started taking her clothes off. Very soon, she was only in her underwear. Leon couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed her breasts from behind and ripped off the bra-like clothing covering her melons.

"Ahh...!"

Felicia cried out in surprise but didn't resist. She looked back and said mischievously, "So we're done playing dumb?"

"Why pretend when we both know why you're here?" Leon said, slapping her ass before sitting back. "Now, undress me."

Felicia responded eagerly, her hands clutching at his robe as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of his lips against hers. The kiss deepened, and for a moment, all her worries and doubts melted away, replaced by a burning desire that consumed them both.

As Felicia slowly undressed him, her fingers trembling with anticipation, Leon's eyes darkened with an intense, predatory gaze. He let her work for a moment, savoring the sensation of her delicate touch against his skin.

Suddenly, with a swift and decisive motion, Leon pushed her onto all fours. The view from above was breathtaking: her hair cascading over her shoulders, her back arched beautifully, and the curve of her hips inviting and irresistible.

Leon leaned down, gathering her hair in one hand. "Suck it," he commanded coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Felicia's heart raced, a mixture of emotions flooding through her. The abrupt shift in his demeanor left her feeling a twinge of humiliation, yet the burning desire she felt for him made her compliant. She knew she had come here of her own accord, and now, there was no turning back.

Her thoughts swirled with the complexities of their relationship—her longing, his power, and the undeniable attraction that pulled them together despite the circumstances.

She glanced up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and submission. Taking a deep breath, she complied, her lips parting as she moved to fulfill his command. Her body responded to his dominance, a strange thrill running through her despite the coldness of his tone.

Leon watched her, his expression unreadable. He was acutely aware of the power dynamics at play, the way she struggled with her pride and desire. As she obeyed, he felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing he had her exactly where he wanted.

Felicia's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Part of her resented the way he commanded her, but another part relished the raw intensity of their interaction. She had been drawn to him, unable to resist his charm and strength, and now, she found herself in a situation that was both degrading and electrifying.

Leon's grip on her hair tightened slightly, pulling her closer. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer but still laced with authority. The words sent a shiver down her spine, a strange blend of fear and excitement.

As she continued, her initial hesitation faded, replaced by a growing need to please him.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them locked in a primal dance of power and submission. Felicia's emotions churned within her, but in that moment, all that mattered was the connection between him, however twisted it might be.

Felicia's breath was ragged as she knelt on all fours before Leon, her heart pounding in her chest. The air in the room was thick with tension, a palpable energy that seemed to hum with the unspoken desires between them.

Leon looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, a small, cruel smile playing on his lips. The sight of her in this submissive position, her hair cascading down her back, her body trembling slightly with anticipation, sent a thrill through him. He relished the power he held over her, the way she responded to his every command.
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"Look at me," he ordered, slapping her cheeks, his voice low and commanding.

Felicia's gaze flickered up to meet his, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear, excitement, and a flicker of defiance. She parted her lips, her breath hitching as she took his hard dick into her mouth, the warmth and wetness enveloping him.

Leon let out a low groan, his hand tightening in her hair as he guided her movements.

The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that made his head spin.

He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving her face as she worked, the soft, wet sounds filling the room.

The view from above was intoxicating. Her lips wrapped around him, her cheeks hollowing with each movement, her eyes locked onto his.

The sight of her submissive yet determined expression, the way her body moved with a rhythm that matched his own desire, was almost too much to bear.

Felicia's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The taste and feel of him in her mouth, the way his hand gripped her hair, sent waves of pleasure and humiliation through her.

She hated the way he commanded her, yet she couldn't deny the thrill it brought. She was caught in a web of her own making, and there was no way out now.

The sounds of her efforts filled the room, the soft, wet noises mingling with their ragged breaths.