The Incubus System Chapter 1319. Come Play With Me~
The Incubus System Chapter 1319. Come Play With Me~
She looked turned on. Like really turned on.
Cheeks red. Chest rising and falling. Her skin shimmering faintly under the warm candlelight like she’d already been edging herself on the thought of what might come through that door. And the smell.
Oh.
Oh hell.
I inhaled again.
That sweet, thick scent riding the air wasn’t just perfume. It was saturated with pheromones. A sugary-rich, dizzying aroma that wrapped around my brain like silk around the throat.
And I recognized it.
Not hers.
Ivy’s.
Charm aura. Succubus-level. Slathered all over the room like she was marinating this whole scene.
My brow twitched.
Yeah. This was set up.
I glanced around again, more carefully this time, and that’s when I saw it—pinned to the wall beside the hanging harness. A note. Written in glittery black ink on pale red paper, like it came from a Valentine’s pack of unhinged dominatrixes.
I walked over, ripped it free, and read it.
“Surprise~
This is another roleplay.
But this time? Your role is yourself.
You don’t need to be another person.
The story depends on us.
This one? She’s your crazy stalker. You just got kidnapped, but somehow, you turned the tables.
You expose you’re an incubus. And then… you decide to do what she was planning to do to you.”
I stared at it. Blinked. Then immediately cringed.
“…Why does this sound like what happened between me and Ruby?”
I muttered it out loud.
Okay, fair. That situation with Ruby wasn’t this intense. We got interrupted halfway through when we had to jump into battle mode. Not exactly sexy timing. But this?
This was… a fully orchestrated scene.
If I broke my moral compass, even for a minute, yeah, I could definitely go feral here.
I turned the note over.
And there it was.
Ruby’s signature.
With a tiny heart and...
with love, enjoy~
“Goddamn it,” I mumbled, running a hand down my face. “This is so her idea.”
I tossed the note onto a side table next to an open bottle of body oil and a pair of blindfolds. Definitely Ruby. Probably Pearl too.
Still…
My hand rested on the handle again. I stepped into the room proper.
And something inside me changed.
Shifted.
The tension in my shoulders melted into a slow burn.
A grin began to pull at my lips.
Fine.
If they wanted the demon?
They’d get the demon.
I called upon my form without fanfare. My incubus nature unfolded with a pulse... like cracking open a hidden chamber inside my chest and letting him stretch. Horns curled from my head, elegant and dangerous. My tail unfurled behind me with a lazy flick, and wings shimmered into view, casting faint shadows across the walls.
And my aura?
Oh, I let it bleed.
That rich, heavy, seductive pressure that turned rooms quiet and made skin tingle. I didn’t hold back.
Camila felt it instantly.
She gasped, subtle and needy, her back arching just slightly against the bed frame. Her knees pressed together, like instinct, like she was trying to hold something in. Her lips trembled, and her eyes… her eyes went dark with hunger.
I stepped toward the bed, that wicked grin spreading slow.
“Well, well, well…” I purred. “I leave you alone for a few hours and this is what I come back to?”
She shivered.
“I just railed you a few hours ago… and here you are again.” I tilted my head. My voice dropped low, husky. “Dripping and tied up. Horny. Wanting. Needing.”
I moved close enough for her to smell me—closer than polite, farther than safe.
Her breath hitched.
I leaned down, lips almost brushing her ear, and whispered, “Is my cock that nice?”
She whimpered. A full-body kind of sound that came from somewhere buried deep.
Then, finally, her lips parted again.
“Damian…” she giggled—light, breathy, like she was drunk on the room itself. “Come play with me~”
I stepped back slightly and looked her over like she was a full-course meal laid out in velvet.
“I don’t know…” I said, tapping a finger against my lips. “You tied me up once, remember? I think it’s only fair I return the favor. But here you are, already gift-wrapped.” I licked my lips slowly. “Very considerate. I will play, but like this…”
She tugged lightly at the ropes, testing them. A blush rose up her neck. She knew I was stalling. Playing. Dragging it out.
Which was exactly the point.
I circled the bed slowly. My tail curled around the footboard like a predator marking his territory. Every step was slow, precise, theatrical. I let my wings brush the air as I passed, casting flickering shadows over her body.
I stopped at her feet. Ran my fingers slowly up her shin. Felt the goosebumps ripple under my touch. Her legs parted automatically—barely. Like a silent offer.
“I like this,” I murmured, trailing my hand higher. “Dramatic. Desperate. Reckless.”
My fingers dragged up her thigh, claws soft but sharp enough to make her gasp.
She gave a breathless smile, lashes heavy. “You love reckless.”
“You’re not wrong.” My touch slid higher, hovering close... close enough to make her hips twitch and her breath stutter. I stopped just short, savoring the way her body begged without speaking.
Her wrists tugged weakly against the rope. The silk tightened.
Her chest rose.
Her lips parted.
I leaned in, voice low. “Look at you. Tied up. Shaking. Wanting.”
She bit her lip. The smallest nod. A confession without words.
My hand drifted upward, palm flattening gently over her stomach, pressing her down into the mattress... not to restrain, but to remind her who was above her.
“Everything about you is begging to be devoured.”
Camila shivered. “I want it.”
I tilted my head, letting my wings unfurl behind me. My aura rolled across her body like hot breath over bare skin.
“That’s not what I asked,” I whispered, my mouth brushing her ear. “Say it properly.”
Her throat worked, voice catching. She forced herself to speak.
“I… I want you to ruin me.”