The Incubus System Chapter 1260. Armed and Upgraded

The Incubus System Chapter 1260. Armed and Upgraded

I laughed, breath hitching. The power still buzzed under my skin. But more than that, I felt whole.

Like something clicked into place.

She leaned against me again, her breath hot near my ear.

“So… now that you’re armed and upgraded,” she whispered, “how about that payment?”

I glanced down at her, still half out of breath, heart pounding like a drum made of guilt and adrenaline.

And this time?

I didn’t pause.

I grabbed her waist, pulled her close, and whispered back—

“Charge me interest.”

She didn’t need more encouragement.

The sword in my hand vanished.

And the only weapon I cared about now was the one wrapped around my waist, biting my lip, and dragging me back toward her bed like she owned it.

And maybe she did.

Maybe just for tonight, she could stake a claim—

Because I owed her a good one.

Her laugh was low, breathless, half-daring.

“You’re mine now,” Syntyche whispered against my jaw as we stumbled back onto the edge of her massive silk-drenched bed. “At least until I stop trembling.”

“Then I guess I better make that never,” I muttered.

I kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t polite.

It was a collision.

Tongue to tongue, teeth to lip. Her breath caught in my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And my hand—already sliding down the curve of her spine—grabbed a handful of that ass that had driven me insane since day one.

The air rippled.

My aura spilled like smoke from my shoulders, black and red and threaded with the burn of fresh power.

Hers responded in kind—silken silver threads coiling around us like ribbons caught in a storm.

Our clothes disappeared.

Unraveled into nothingness in a flash of dark light—her gown, my jacket, our boots, belts, scraps, all of it undone with one pulse of shared magic.

Skin to skin.

Heat to heat.

And my heart was pounding.

Not from nerves. From intent.

I pushed her back against the bed, slowly—deliberate, like lowering a queen onto her throne. Her body arched under me, silk sheets rustling as she grinned up through her lashes, but I caught the shift in her breath. She wasn’t in control now.

I was.

I started slow.

One kiss, on her lips. Then another, dragging down to her jaw. Her throat. I nipped the side of her neck, just beneath her ear—

And there.

She gasped.

Sensitive.

I did it again. But softer. A slow flick of my tongue, then a suck hard enough to leave a mark.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Oh, you’re—mmn—taking your time?”

“Obviously,” I whispered against her skin. “You helped me steal a cursed sword from a military vault. You think I’m not gonna eat you like a victory feast?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “I expect service, not poetry.”

“Good. I brought both.”

I moved lower.

Kissed the hollow of her throat. The dip between her collarbones. She writhed when I bit just above her breast, so I did it again, then traced a line down with my tongue—

All the way to her ribs.

Then back up.

One hand cupped her breast. My thumb grazed her nipple—soft, slow, teasing—and her whole body twitched.

“Oh…” she hissed. “You’re doing that kind of service.”

I didn’t answer.

I just slid lower.

My mouth wrapped around her nipple, hot and wet, and I sucked hard. Then pulled back—barely—and circled it with my tongue. My hand groped the other, fingers rolling gently, pinching, not enough to hurt—just enough to claim.

“Ah—” she bit her lip. “You’re… you’re doing so good.”

“Obviously,” I muttered between licks. “I’m a multitasker.”

She snorted, gasped, laughed again—then moaned as I bit gently down.

She arched.

Her thighs clenched.

Her aura spiked for a second, then melted.

“You always this good to your partners?” she asked, voice breathy.

“No,” I said, pulling back to look at her. “You earned this. So I’m gonna play until your heart is satisfied.”

“You’re overachieving,” she whispered, tugging me up.

“And yet.” I dragged my teeth over her shoulder now, one hand tracing down her side, mapping her with my palm like I wanted to memorize every damn inch.

Her skin smelled like jasmine and sin. Her taste was sweeter. My body burned hotter with each second I was on her. And still—

She asked, “So… what’s your plan after this?”

I didn’t stop. My fingers were already sliding down her stomach, trailing over the soft skin at her hipbone. I let them dip between her thighs—barely grazing.

“Still staying in the mortal realm?” she asked again, breath stuttering. “You don’t have any obligations anymore…”

I didn’t break rhythm.

“I still have my college,” I said against her skin.

I kissed her inner thigh.

“I’m a student,” I murmured. “In the human world.”

She blinked again. Then laughed. “A student… yet also a demon lord?”

I kissed back up.

“And a fucker,” I added, catching her mouth again.

Her moan vibrated into my lips.

I dragged my tongue down her stomach again, slow, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the way. She kept breathing faster, her thighs twitching under my hands now.

I nipped another spot—just beside her hip.

She yelped. “Oh—okay, rude—”

“You like rude,” I growled.

“Shut up,” she panted, already pulling my hair again.

My fingers dipped lower—finally—sliding exactly where she needed me, her pussy, and the way she jerked, cursed, then melted against the bed?

Yeah.

Best reward.

She tried to ask again—

“So you’ll still be going back and forth—?”

“For the time being,” I said, my breath hot against her chest again, “yes. Though honestly?”

My tongue circled her nipple again.

“I don’t see the benefit of attending college anymore.”

“Oh—” she groaned.

“I mean…” I sucked her nipple into my mouth, hard, then let it go with a pop.

“I won’t have a human life anymore,” I finished.

And then I bit her again.

Right on the nipple.

Not harsh—just enough.

And when she gasped, I licked it. Soothed it. Pulled back and did it again. My free hand never stopped moving. My fingers were soaked. Her hips were rolling. Her body was trembling.

She was mine.

And for now?

I was hers.