The Incubus System Chapter 1316. Chain Massage
The Incubus System Chapter 1316. Chain Massage
Slow. Rhythmic. Almost hypnotic. Like some lo-fi track blended with lullaby tones and heartbeat bass.
“Camila’s idea,” Olivia muttered, holding a jar of oil and shaking it like a cocktail.
“Oh?”
Camila nodded. “You always rush. Take everything. Give everything. It’s not bad, but…” She glanced around. “They all need to learn how to take care of you.”
I blinked again. Something in my chest skipped.
Olivia hopped onto the side of the couch and poured some of the oil onto her hands. “Besides, this lets us touch you as long as we want. No interruptions. No ‘accidental’ orgasms.”
She winked.
I laughed nervously. “Y’all act like I’m some ancient relic that needs maintenance.” No, I wouldn’t act tough like in the past. Since yeah, I knew I wasn’t.
“You are,” Ivy purred, straddling my calves—but not for anything wild. She took another towel and gently wiped my feet like I was a prince, not just a man with way too many duties and too little sleep. Well, I was a prince, but I also had too many duties.
“You are our Highness,” Maria whispered from behind, pressing a cloth to my forehead and massaging in soft, cooling strokes. “And we serve you.”
My throat bobbed. “That’s dangerous talk.”
“But true.”
One by one, they rotated.
Each had a spot.
A rhythm.
A moment.
Emma worked my back and arms. Mia did my chest and stomach. Foxy brushed oil along my thighs—without going further. Just teasing. Just enough.
Zalira wrapped her coils beneath me, lifting my body slightly so others could massage underneath. She didn't say much—her tail did the talking. Soft, firm, grounding.
“Breathe,” Pearl said.
“I am breathing.”
“Better.”
A heated cloth rubbed over my hips. My whole body twitched. Not because it was sexual—though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stir things—but because it was so gentle it felt like a betrayal.
No sharp hunger.
No competition.
Just them.
Loving me.
Yuffy hummed a song in a language I didn’t recognize while Diamond rubbed circles into my thighs.
Miranda placed a glass near my lips. Fruit juice. Cold. Fresh. “Sip.”
I sipped. She dabbed my lips dry afterward.
“Is this… allowed?” I asked. “Me being pampered like this?”
“You’ll be allowed to scream later,” Ruby muttered. “But for now? Just shut up and take the love.”
It was hard to argue when my body felt like pudding. Warm, loose-limbed, floating somewhere between relaxation and arousal.
And still, they didn’t touch me there.
The cock. The obvious.
That was the punishment.
The torment.
The absolute hell.
All this stimulation. All this touch.
None of it leading to release.
Tiffany blew gently into my ear after oiling my temples, and Elenna—sweet slime girl that she was—trickled her liquid form gently along my leg like cool silk.
“You’re leaking, Master,” Foxy whispered, pointing.
I glanced down.
Yep.
Leaking my precum. Since… yeah, my cock was already hard.
I never thought this kind of thing made me hornier faster than any foreplay.
“I’ll clean it up,” Camila offered with a cloth—not her mouth. Just a warm cloth. As if to say, ‘Not yet. Not until we’re done showing you how to be loved properly.’
And damn it…
It worked.
My head tipped back. My body gave in.
The ropes? I forgot about them.
The couch? Felt like a cloud.
Their hands? Magic. Literal and metaphorical.
Even Puriel, the angel, joined—her touch reverent and soft, like praying through skin.
I should’ve been humiliated. I should’ve felt like prey.
But instead…
I felt worshipped.
Not as a king.
Not as a master.
Just as me.
And maybe that was the scariest part.
Because I could fight a hundred enemies, screw a dozen women, manipulate whole nations—
But letting them love me?
That?
That was the real weakness.
And I didn’t mind it.
Not one bit.
Not when they took turns feeding me slices of fruit, whispering things I couldn’t quite hear but felt anyway. Not when their eyes were soft and their fingers sure. Not when I realized that this wasn’t a punishment.
They’d break me apart later, sure.
Ride me till I begged.
But first?
They’d piece me back together.
One touch at a time.
And I was so, so blessed.
Wrapped in silk restraints, my body slack from indulgence, I was half-drunk on massage oil, affection, and the quiet hum of worship.
The girls had been soft with me at first. Kisses, teasing warmth, oil-drenched fingers working the knots from my back and thighs while soothing music drifted lazily through the suite. Like a vacation dream with fangs tucked behind smiles.
But now?
Now the air had shifted.
It rippled—slick and heavy like a storm of sin—and at its center?
Me.
Pearl’s whisper slithered into my ear, sultry and cruel.
“Feel nice, Ethan?”
I didn’t even open my eyes. Just smiled. My voice came out deep and slow.
“Uh huh.”
And hell yeah, I wanted this. All of it.
I felt the shift happen deep in my chest, like flipping a coin midair and watching it land on edge—both sides gleaming.
Diamond’s voice came next, lush and layered with that kraken’s cunning.
“Then… we shall start the real game, Ethan~”
Ah, that tone. That promise.
And just like that, I let go.
A smirk curled on my lips—no, his lips. Damian’s.
The incubus prince.
The hunger beneath the smile.
Not the sweet little college boy who panics when his shirt rides up. No.
The man who eats desire. Who drinks obedience. Who treats pleasure like currency.
My eyes opened.
I said, calm and clear, “Okay… let’s play.”
Their breaths caught. Oh, they knew. That tone? That presence? That wasn’t Ethan anymore.
That was the predator.
“You girls… managed to wake up my appetite.” I licked my lower lip as my teeth gently brushed down. “Now my cock’s hard… and I feel hungry.”
I leaned back just slightly, still restrained, then vanished in a pulse of black mist.
Next second? I was across them.
On the couch, legs spread wide, shirt unbuttoned halfway, obsidian slacks perfectly hugging what they’d awakened.
I showed up in full form. Incubus Mode.