The Incubus System Chapter 1332. Beach Day IV

The Incubus System Chapter 1332. Beach Day IV

Elenna suddenly sat on my other side, half-liquid, half-solid. Her bikini shimmered like crystal jelly, and her eyes twinkled with that curious innocence that somehow always ended with someone screaming in pleasure.

“I brought ice,” she said.

Then she melted.

Just a bit.

And from her palm formed a tiny frozen cube that she pressed against my chest with her bare fingers. Cold. Sharp. Electric.

I jerked a little.

She giggled.

“It’s for the heat,” she said, pressing another cube into my palm and curling my fingers around it.

Maria fed me again. Elenna pressed another ice cube to my neck.

Puriel popped a slice of strawberry into my mouth and ran her finger along my bottom lip.

I couldn’t even speak.

Couldn’t move.

This wasn’t just feeding.

This was a coordinated seduction op.

Maria’s fingers slid down my abdomen as she reached for the plate of honeyed fruit.

Elenna’s semi-gel form leaned against me, soft and cool and clinging.

Puriel shifted closer, her thigh now brushing mine, her gaze pure sin wrapped in holy silk.

“Your Highness,” Maria said, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Would you like more honey? Or would you rather taste it directly?”

Elenna hummed softly beside me, her body pulsing with a strange warmth, like heat trapped in morning dew. She pressed against my side, her soft, glistening form hugging my arm. “Or we can cool you down more,” she whispered, her tone innocent, but her fingers tracing circles on my stomach. “If you’re… overheated.”

I swallowed slowly.

Puriel sat across from me, legs folded like a shrine maiden on vacation. She plucked a strawberry from the tray and bit into it slowly, eyes locked onto mine like she was waiting for a confession. Her lips glistened red.

“I’m not overheated,” I said, too quickly.

All three girls smiled.

“Of course not,” Puriel murmured, shifting just enough for her chest to brush my arm. “Then… more fruit?”

“I—uh, sure.”

The fork came again, this time with a slice of peach. But right before it reached my mouth, her fingers slipped. The peach wobbled. Wobbled… then dropped. Bounced off my collarbone. Slid down my chest. Then plopped, of course, right onto my lap.

There was a beat of silence.

I stared down at the fallen fruit.

Deadpan.

I already knew.

“Oh,” Puriel said, all sweet, mock-innocent surprise. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

And yeah, I knew exactly where this was going.

She leaned in, slow and graceful, and lowered herself like she was praying. Her hair brushed my stomach. Her breath was warm.

I didn’t stop her.

I should have.

But I didn’t.

Her lips found the fruit slowly and brushed my skin as she retrieved it. It wasn’t accidental. It wasn’t subtle. It was a message.

I closed my eyes for a second.

“Seriously?” I muttered, voice strained.

But my body didn’t lie. And neither did the twitch beneath the thin layer of swim shorts.

That little guy? Oh, he agreed. Hell, he was cheering. Two days of indulgence, and he still wanted more. Ungrateful bastard.

Maria tilted her head, watching me with those half-lidded eyes like she was reading every micro-expression.

“You’re still responsive,” she whispered. “Good.”

Elenna giggled beside me and reached for the honey.

Oh no.

A thin golden stream drizzled from the edge of the spoon. It hit my chest… warm, sticky and trailed down slowly. Slowly. And then again, lower. Another drop near the waistband of my shorts. Close. Too close.

“Oh,” she whispered. “That slipped too.”

I exhaled through my teeth.

I looked up at the sky like maybe I could beg for divine intervention. Or at least a pause button.

But no.

Puriel licked her lips.

Elenna’s fingers traced the honey trail like she was drawing runes, slow and deliberate.

Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue along the golden line she’d made, licking up every sticky drop with soft, wet flicks. She hummed like she was savoring it, her mouth warm, her lips gliding over my chest in lazy circles.

When she reached the end of the trail, just above my waistband, she looked up and grinned.

I groaned, low and helpless. Damn. That was good.

Maria leaned in again, offering another slice of fruit, but her hand rested just above my knee now, thumb moving in lazy strokes.

I couldn’t think.

I didn’t want to.

This was a private beach.

The others were swimming. Splashing. Playing with floats and throwing beach balls.

And here I was.

On a lounge chair, surrounded by seduction, being treated like a snack and the main course.

And honestly?

Morality?

Logic?

Responsibility?

All those things were packed away in a suitcase somewhere far, far from here. This was vacation mode. This was Incubus Hour.

If they wanted to pamper me, tease me, tempt me…

I wasn’t stopping them.

Not now.

Not here.

I let my head fall back, one hand resting over my eyes as I groaned, “I’m never leaving this beach.”

Not after this. Not after honey trails, fruit games, and lips that knew exactly how to ruin a man’s morals. I was melting into the cushions like butter under the sun, my thoughts a soft tangle of pleasure and teasing and the faint hope that this was real and not some coma-dream sponsored by my own lust.

Elenna giggled quietly, her breath still warm on my chest. She flicked her tongue one more time just to get the last drop of honey, and I twitched.

A little too obviously.

She noticed.

Maria noticed too.

Of course she did.

Maria’s voice dropped lower, her smile slow and dangerous like a ritual about to begin. “Your Highness,” she said, letting her fingers trace along my thigh. “We could play… a little more. If you want.”

I raised an eyebrow, lips dry. “Play?”

She nodded. Her hand slid up, up. “You know. Just a little public play,” she whispered, eyes gleaming with sin. “We’re far from the others. I’ll keep it discreet. Or not.”