The Incubus System Chapter 1315. Obedience
The Incubus System Chapter 1315. Obedience
Diamond’s tentacles shifted lazily behind her, like serpents stretching after a nap. She tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Tone down? After waiting this long?” Her eyes glowed faintly blue, mischief pooling in them. “How about a no?”
Pearl chuckled beside her, tracing her fingers along my jaw as if studying me like a rare collectible. “We’ve been patient. Too patient, actually. You vanish for days, fight demon lords, save realms, and expect us to act like civilized women?”
Ruby leaned back on her elbows, smirking. “We’re monsters, Ethan. Civilization isn’t really our brand.”
“Exactly,” Diamond said, crossing her arms under her chest. “You trained us to be wild. Now you want us to behave?”
I blinked, half helpless, half amused.
“Okay, I didn’t train anyone. You all were already crazy before I showed up.”
Emma’s voice came softly from the side. “He’s right. We just got worse because of him.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
Then, quieter, to myself—yeah, she wasn’t wrong. But still. My morals were somewhere in the corner, doing a weak little tap dance while my human instincts prayed for mercy.
Mia’s tail tightened around my ankle, the smooth scales cool against my skin, pulling me a little closer to the circle of predatory attention.
Emma stood, serene as ever, and pulled a chair toward the center rug. She smiled—gentle, disarming, completely at odds with the glint in her eyes.
“Sit,” she said softly.
The others made room.
I glanced at her, at all of them, at the half-drained wine glasses and the storm brewing in their smiles.
“Yeah,” I sighed, settling down in the chair. “Sure. What’s the worst that could happen?”
And I did. I sat. Dead center. Surrounded by curves, perfume, half-unbuttoned shirts, bouncing tails, glowing magic symbols, and the rising anticipation of what might be the most dangerous battle I’ve faced yet.
Zalira raised her hand. “Theme one: obedience. He has to obey whatever we say.”
I blinked. “Wait—hold on—”
“Shhh,” Ivy whispered, crawling into my lap with her tongue already licking her teeth. “Obey.”
I looked up at the ceiling. “Help.”
Puriel actually smiled.
Camila grinned. “Let’s begin.”
And then I knew—
I was so, so fucked.
Not in the way you’d think. Not in the fun way. Not in the hot, spine-tingling, everyone-mounts-you-like-a-throne kind of way.
No.
This was something worse.
Organized.
Planned.
Choreographed.
“Wait—” I started, right before my back hit the recliner like I was a prisoner on some kinky throne. “At least give me the rules. I mean, usually there’s a game, right? Like… you give me a chance to win or lose.”
Pearl stepped into view, hands on her hips, a smirk curving her lips like she was about to sell me to the highest bidder.
“No rules this time,” she said, voice sultry and smug. “You don’t need those.”
“Then what do I need?” I muttered, trying to sound cool, but the pulse in my throat was anything but steady.
She leaned in. Close enough I smelled her skin—saltwater and honey. “Obedience," she repeated.
I cringed. “You make it sound like I’m some kinda sex slave.”
“You’re not?” Diamond quipped, and shoved me gently back into the reclining couch.
Camila came next, crossing her arms under her chest. “Now peel off your clothes,” she said, voice like velvet laced with steel.
I blinked. “No foreplay? Not even a—” I made a gesture, tried to charm. “Come on. Undress me. Make it sexy.”
“No.” Camila didn’t flinch. “Peel off. Now.”
The silence that followed was loud. Offended, even.
“…Y’all serious?”
They were.
I sighed and muttered, “Fine,” letting my aura flare just enough. The clothes melted away into black wisps of smoke, vanishing into the air like I was shedding sin. Now I was completely naked. Laid bare.
Mia—soft, sly, and smiling—pushed me back against the headrest and whispered, “Just relax.”
I tried. I swear I tried.
But relaxation wasn’t part of my vocabulary when my entire harem was circling me like predators who’d just agreed on a scheduled feeding rotation.
And then…
The ropes came out.
Soft silk ones. They tied me without asking, my arms resting along the sides, legs stretched but still free enough to breathe.
I frowned. “Wait. Why am I tied? Is this some weird new ritual?”
Luna shrugged. “So you don’t squirm and ruin the mood.”
“I don’t squirm.”
“You will,” Ruby muttered. Her voice was low, almost dreamy. “Once it starts…”
“…Am I doomed?” I asked, half-joking.
“Yup,” Ruby said cheerfully.
I closed my eyes, bracing for the first bite. The first kiss. The first ride.
Instead?
Warmth.
A soft, hot towel was pressed to my shoulder.
…What?
My eyes flicked open.
Another towel—steamed—was gently laid over my thighs. The warmth soaked into my skin, my muscles. Then one across my chest. And another down my arms.
No claws.
No tongue.
No chaos.
Just… care?
The next touch wasn’t a slap, wasn’t a tease, wasn’t even fingers wrapping around anything sinful.
It was thumbs.
Massaging.
Slow, precise pressure digging into my shoulders, rolling tension away like I was in a high-end spa and not tied up naked in a room full of women who’ve seen me at my worst—and still wanted me at my best.
I blinked again. “Is this… a massage?”
Mia giggled. “Chain Massage and Feed.”
“The hell kind of name—”
“It’s gentle,” Emma said from behind me, her hands working down my neck, finding every knot like she had a sixth sense. “You need it. You never relax.”
“I don’t need relaxing,” I grunted.
“Your shoulder says otherwise,” she said, pressing a thumb in just the right place. My whole body flinched, then melted.
“I stand corrected,” I whispered.
Zalira slithered closer with another warm towel and draped it across my legs, her scales gleaming against the dim candlelight. The room smelled of sandalwood and citrus, spiced with oils and flower-scented lotions I didn’t even know we owned.
And then the playlist started.