The Incubus System Chapter 1339. Like a Corpse at Low Tide

The Incubus System Chapter 1339. Like a Corpse at Low Tide

Somewhere out there, I think my pride just washed up on the beach.

Probably next to my sanity.

My face was still half-buried in the warm grains, cheek pressed against them like I was trying to sink into another universe and pretend I didn’t just get spiritually obliterated by strategic moaning.

The sun beat down on my back, hot and heavy, and sweat slid along my spine, mixing with sand until everything felt gritty and uncomfortable. The taste of salt clung to my tongue. The breeze smelled like ocean mist and sunscreen and a faint hit of coconut from someone’s hair.

And under all of it, pulsing in my ears like a mocking heartbeat, was the memory of Puriel whispering “deeper” like she was reading a psalm and Camila gasping like she was auditioning for a late-night adult drama.

I wanted to disappear.

Instead, I lay there like a corpse at low tide.

Footsteps padded closer. Soft, light. I knew that rhythm anywhere.

Emma.

Her voice came with the softness of summer wind, brushing against my ear. “You okay, Ethan?”

I pushed up onto my elbows and immediately regretted it because every muscle screamed, and my lower back felt like I’d been hit by a horse of shame.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “Totally fine. Perfectly alive. Didn’t just get mentally assassinated by boobs and moaning.”

That was a lie.

A bold, cocky lie, delivered with the confidence of a man who had absolutely none left.

Emma knelt beside me, blocking the sun for a second. She smelled like aloe and saltwater and something floral that always made my chest tighten in a good way. She wiped my face gently with a towel like a mom cleaning up her misbehaving kid who just face planted into a sandbox.

“Poor Ethan,” she murmured, brushing sand from my eyelashes.

Before I could answer, Puriel’s melodic voice drifted over us, too smooth to be accidental.

“I think that lil guy is poorer,” she said.

I froze. Slowly, painfully, I tilted my head and looked downward with the calm numbness of a man who had seen war and returned broken. My poor confused little soldier twitched awkwardly inside my shorts, halfway awake, like he was saying, ‘Sir, what is our mission? Are we supposed to fight or retreat?’

Embarrassing didn’t even begin to cover it.

“I’m fine,” I deadpanned, staring straight at Puriel. “Don’t worry about him. I might be an incubus, but I have self control.”

I even said it confidently.

Or maybe with the leftover crumbs of dignity I was desperately trying to glue together.

Puriel smiled like a saint who enjoyed sin a little too much.

“Self control is admirable,” she said quietly. “Rare.”

Before I could form another sentence, Zalira approached, her voice velvet-wrapped steel.

“Don’t worry,” she said calmly. “I’m not doing all of that and leaving you hanging.”

“Hanging?” I echoed, voice cracking like broken bamboo.

Camila leaned down and kissed my cheek, her lips soft and warm from the sun. “We’ll take responsibility.”

My brain stalled.

My mouth opened.

No words came out.

“What responsibility?” I managed eventually, voice weak.

Ruby answered by shoving me backward, though gently enough that I didn’t eat sand again. Just as I fell, something soft and warm caught me. Zalira’s tail. Thick and scaled and smooth like heated polished stone, strong enough to cradle my weight like a living throne.

And then everything blurred.

Emma’s hands slid to my waistband.

Cool fingers brushed my skin.

“Emma,” I hissed, panic and heat tangling together. “We’re in public!”

Camila tilted my face toward hers and kissed me, slow and deep, tasting like peppermint lipstick and heat.

“We are in public,” she whispered against my mouth. “But this is my private beach. So… be quiet. And enjoy.”

The world spun. My breath hitched.

Warm lips pressed along my jaw, down my neck.

Soft mouths brushed my shoulders.

Hands traced my ribs, my hips.

The ocean breeze swept across my skin, cool against fevered heat. The waves crashed in a low rhythmic lullaby. Someone’s hair tickled my stomach. Someone kissed my collarbone. Fingers curled lightly around me, teasing, guiding, slow enough to make my bones melt.

“F*ck…” I groaned. Not loud. Not proud. Raw.

The sky was bright above me, endless blue bleeding into blinding sun. I watched seagulls arc above like floating pieces of silver against the light. My chest rose and fell too fast.

I closed my eyes.

And the world narrowed.

Pleasure built like a tightening string.

Warmth wrapped around me.

Soft whispers and breathy laughter mixed with the breeze.

For a moment, nothing existed but touch and heat and the feeling of being wanted.

Loved, even.

My hands clawed lightly at the sand.

My voice cracked out a shaky groan I couldn’t hold back, hoarse and breathless.

And then I came apart, shuddering, collapsing into the cushion of Zalira’s tail like the world had dissolved into heat and white-noise bliss.

But it didn’t stop there.

I felt it… the slow, lingering kiss just beneath my navel. Then another on my hip, warmer than the sun. A tongue flicked across my sensitive skin, then lips suckled gently, almost reverently. Someone moaned softly. It wasn’t me. I think. My brain was still rebooting.

They were cleaning me up.

Gently. Intimately. Like I was some rare treasure they refused to leave messy.

Emma’s mouth wrapped around me again, soft, wet, devoted, suckling slowly to taste every drop like she didn’t want to waste any of me. I twitched from overstimulation, breath catching in my throat. She didn’t stop. Not right away.

Fingers traced my chest, my abs, my thighs. Lips kissed up my ribs, my neck. Someone whispered, “Ah Ethan. You are so tasty,” and it nearly broke me again.

Even after I came, they kept exploring me. Worshipping me. Like I wasn’t just theirs… but sacred.

Everything went white-hot.

Then soft.

Then quiet.

‘Ah… this is heaven,’ I thought, floating in the warmth, muscles jelly, breath unsteady.

I let my head fall back.

I closed my eyes.

Peace swallowed my mind.

But it didn’t last.