Zenith of Desire: The Hollywood Incubus

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”Anhmnnnnnn~~~~~?” Paris moaned softly and twitched below his body.

She was getting wetter and wetter—He moved his hand towards her pussy.

She wiggled in surprise when she felt his hand there, but her body was pressed below his, so she could not move. He smiled teasingly and moved his hand up and down softly, grinding her sensitive flesh.

”Ahhnmmmm~~~~?~~Marvinnnn~~no~~~?” she whined, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Marvin smiled and moved his other hand to her breasts. He pressed them fiercely and pinched her erect nipples, feeling them harden like pebbles against his fingers. Paris opened her eyes wide due to the pleasure, her mind turning blank. For a second, she could only open and close her mouth repeatedly, gasping like a fish.

Seeing her cum so easily—her body shuddering as she soaked through her dress—he smiled with a sadistic grin while whispering softly in her ear, ”So my little bitch, do you masturbate when you’re alone?”

Paris’s ears turned red. She tried to look aside, but he caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. She could only look at him while trying to hide her embarrassment, her eyes wet and desperate.

”Ahhhh~~~~?Marvin~~~~~?”

She called his name pitifully with puppy eyes. He smiled again and kissed her eyelids softly, then moved his mouth to her cheeks, then to her neck, then to her shoulder. At the same time, he gave small licks to her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat. He licked her throat while pinching her nipples over her clothes, rolling them between his fingers.

”Ahhhhh~~~~?Umnnnnn~~~~?” Paris twisted her body comfortably and tried to suppress her moans, but his hands continued touching her body without stop. He caressed her legs—long and toned—and then put his palm against her abdomen, doing circles on her skin through the silk.

”So how often do you masturbate these days?” he asked again, his voice the last straw that broke her determination.

Paris was unable to suppress her moan when she felt his breath against her skin. ”Uhh... Ahn... Sometimes... Wh-When I... ahn... When I think of you.”

He smiled in delight when he heard her answer. ”I see, so my little Paris is a pervert.”

”Indeed I am a pervert bitch but that’s only when I see you on TV or listen to your songs~~~~?” she confessed, her voice breaking.

He laughed and kissed her mouth again, their tongues beginning another round of fighting and interchange of saliva until Paris was out of breath again, her chest heaving.

He took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent coming from her body. He already was almost unable to control his lust. The only reason he was not attacking Paris yet was that he wanted to make this second meeting—her first time taking him inside her an even more pleasant memory than any girl she heard about.

However, he was becoming unable to endure. Paris put on a startled expression when she felt his hands moving but quickly began to take off his clothes too, her fingers fumbling with his buttons. In seconds, both were completely naked in the pink glow of the room.

He threw clothes away and slowly observed Paris’s body. He could see her beautiful white skin glistening with sweat, her plentiful breasts and ass contrasting with her petite waist, the golden blonde hair cascading down to frame her nakedness. She was shaved bare—recently, he could tell, the skin pink and smooth.

His dick was already erect, throbbing and heavy, but it became even bigger after seeing her beautiful naked wet body.

He smiled again and slowly approached while looking at her body with a burning gaze. Paris’s body shrunk timidly under his glare, but she could not escape from his arms. An instant later, he was already before her, his shorter frame between her spread thighs.

Then, under her expectant gaze, he gently laid her back on the pink sheets and kissed her lips.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at Paris as he parted her hair towards the side, nuzzling her nape, leaving soft kisses along her neck. ”Mmmh~~~?”

He kissed her graceful shoulders and said, ”Seems like you know your husband should finally take this body of yours, right?”

”What do you mmmhh~~~?” Paris cooed. She felt a scorching sensation when he kissed her neck and shoulders. She started feeling aroused hearing his racy words while being held in a compromising position, her taller body folded beneath his.

His right hand sneakily made its way towards Paris’s ass and squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them as one of his fingers unknowingly slipped in between her ass cheeks, brushing against her untouched hole.

”Ah!” Paris shrieked when she felt one of his fingers naughtily sneaking into her ass crack. ”Marvin~~”

”Call me master,” he interjected, his voice firm. ”Do you want me to stop? If you don’t like it, I can stop.”

​He stopped kneading her silky ass cheeks as he asked. He wanted to hear from Paris that she was enjoying it. Paris’s heart was relentlessly pounding with excitement and anticipation. She meekly said, ”Y-You can continue... master.”

​A satisfied smile curved across Marvin’s face. He did not immediately resume his touch. Instead, he let the intoxicating silence of the pink penthouse suite settle over her trembling frame, allowing the psychological weight of the title she had just surrendered to sink entirely into her bones.

​Looking down at the beautiful, fractured heiress shivering beneath him, Marvin’s transmigrator knowledge effortlessly peeled back the glossy layers of her future, reading the inevitable, trajectory of her future if he did not permanently intervene.

​He saw the exact, frustrating paradox that would come to define her romantic life. He knew the desperate conversations she was destined to have with her sister, Nicky, in the years to come. He knew that Paris possessed a deep, fundamental terror of traditional commitment. To Paris, getting married and settling down meant having to ”grow up.” And growing up meant having to finally think about somebody else’s needs. It meant a traditional 50/50 partnership.

​But Paris Hilton is a classic narcissist, and was incapable of a 50/50 partnership. She could not control an equal, and giving up even one percent of her control felt like voluntarily walking back into a cage.

​She was trapped in a miserable, narcissistic pendulum. If she dated a human ”alpha” male, she would instantly suffocate. An alpha would demand a 50/50 split; he would demand she compromise, plug into his life, and cater to his ego. She would rebel against that loss of the driver’s seat.

​But when she inevitably rebounded and dated a ”beta”—a weak, compliant boy she could easily lead around by the teeth—the relationship would rot from the inside out. Paris would lose her attraction and respect for him almost instantly. A beta boy would just follow her around like a lapdog, quickly becoming emasculated in the shadow of her massive fame. And more importantly, her deeply traumatized subconscious knew that a beta lapdog could never protect her from the wolves of the industry or her own controlling parents.

​Her narcissism wasn’t just vanity; it was her absolute self. She wanted to ignore the needs of others. She wanted to aggressively focus on herself, to build a billion-dollar brand, and to cultivate her own untouchable charm. She wanted to own her narcissism.

​Marvin understood perfectly. He did not want to fix her narcissism. He wanted to weaponize it. ”Good girl,” Marvin purred, his voice a low, vibrating hum that made the air in the suite feel thick and narcotic.

​He finally lowered his hands, his fingers resuming their slow, deliberate kneading of her soft, yielding flesh. With every press of his thumbs against her bare curves, he injected a soothing stream of Mana directly into her nervous system. The magic flushed her body with a devastating, addictive euphoria, entirely bypassing her frantic defenses and chemically attaching her submission to his touch in the bed.

Her face turned a bright shade of red as soon as she uttered these words. She felt her body heat up from pleasure from these kinds of sinful acts and calling him ’Master’ at the same time. He smiled as he turned her body, making him see her white back and her tall frame stretched out before him.

”Ahnn~~~~?” Paris let out a moan as he grabbed her breasts from behind and fondled them while pinching her pink nipples. At the same time, his idle mouth got lured towards her exquisite neck.

After sucking her neck skin into his mouth, he licked her neck as his tongue made its way upwards towards her ears. He licked and bit around her ear, and inserted his tongue in her ear lobe, tasting her.

”Ahhhh~~~~?~~~Master,” Paris moaned and arched her neck back, feeling a searing sensation from his warm tongue in her ears. Seeing her vulnerable and delicate throat exposed, he caught her chin and bent her head back as he sucked on her neck, marking her.

”Mmmh~~?” Paris felt strange being kissed on her neck like that but enjoyed it. He then forced her against the bed with her breasts pressing against the pink silk sheets and moved her lush blonde hair towards the front to get a clear view of her snowy and alluring back, her spine arched like a cat’s.

”Your body is so beautiful and smooth, Paris,” he said in a seductive tone as he trailed his fingers across her sexy arched back using mana to enhance the pleasure. Paris blushed and her body jittered as she felt his hot finger trailing across her spine towards her waist, dipping into the dimples above her ass.

He started kissing her nape passionately while inserting one of his fingers into her mouth. Paris was startled when she felt his finger being forced into her mouth. ”Mmnhh~~?”

However, she instinctively started sucking on his finger as it played with her tongue, her eyes closing in submission. He slowly bent his body as he started kissing downwards from her nape. He kissed her shoulder blades as he tasted her delicate skin, moving lower.

He then moved on to her spine and started kissing downwards to her waist. Just as he reached her waist, he trailed his tongue backward over her back at a fast pace and reached her nape. He easily twisted her body around and passionately kissed her as her back rested against the pink sheets again.

”Mmmhhhh?” They both passionately kissed each other as Paris put her hands over his neck, her taller body wrapping around his smaller frame. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and kissed her chin as he moved towards her neck. He kissed her neck, her collarbones, and nuzzled her cleavage while kneading her two breasts roughly.

”Aghnnnn...?” Before sucking one of her breasts into his mouth, he gripped, rubbed, and pinched her sensitive pink nipples causing Paris to pant erratically, her hips lifting off the bed.

”~~Muah~~”

He then mercifully let go of her reddened boobs, making a smacking sound, and kissed her midriff sensually as he moved downwards. He licked her navel and twirled his tongue around her belly button, dipping inside.

”Ooooh...?” Paris whimpered, feeling his moist tongue wantonly moving over her navel. He kissed around her soft thighs and grasped and massaged her silky ass, spreading her cheeks.

”Mmmh...?” Paris moaned as he serviced her ass.

”So soft...” he murmured as he massaged her ass cheek. He slowly kissed upwards from her thighs reaching towards her pussy. Looking at the tantalizing pink pussy—without any hair, smeared with leftovers of her love juices—was revealed. His already aroused dick got even more lively as his gaze focused on her pussy.

”Seems like you prepared yourself for your master...looks like you were expecting me to do these things...such a naughty bitch...”

He playfully said as he guessed that it was only recently Paris removed her pubic hair, the skin pink and slightly swollen.

”Yes~~~I wanted master to enjoy my pussy~~?” Even with her eyes closed, Paris could feel his hot gaze on her pussy.

He couldn’t resist anymore as he plunged his mouth into her pussy again, trying to suck her love juices, his tongue flattening against her slit.

”Ooomphhh!!?” Paris let out an intense moan and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw him eating and sucking her pussy while gripping her ass with his hands, spreading her wide.

”Master don’t ahhhh~~~?~~It’s dirty~~~” Paris clutched his smooth hair as her body squirmed from the constant electrifying sensation she was feeling from his mouth playing with her pussy. He stretched her pink folds, revealing her vaginal hole and pink clit, and then he licked and sucked on her pink clit as he slid one of his fingers into her vagina, curling it upward.

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