December 22, 2025

The Incubus System Chapter 1352. Beg Properly

Challenge accepted.

My tail coiled upward, flicking behind Syntyche’s back, giving her a little tug. Just enough to bring her closer, press her chest against mine. Her breath fanned across my lips. I didn’t kiss her yet. I just hovered. Waiting.

"You know," I whispered, brushing my thumb across her cheek, "if you two wanna pamper me, you better keep up. I don’t do halfway."

Her eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat?”

"It’s foreplay."

Oh.

This was their game.

Not just me.

It was a triangle. A perfect, hot, tangled knot of lust and affection.

And my d*ck was definitely paying attention.

But this? The teasing? The taunting? This was the appetizer.

I wanted the main course.

And I was hungry.

My hands slid down their backs, one on each of them. Then I tightened my grip and pushed.

Surprisingly, they let me.

I flipped us, a quick, practiced move that left me on top, pinning Syntyche beneath me, Nefaris half-beside her, propped on an elbow.

Her smile widened. "Getting serious now, darling?"

"I've been serious," I rumbled, leaning down until my lips were almost touching hers. "You're the ones playing games."

She gasped as I bit her lower lip, gentle but firm. A sharp intake of breath, a soft moan against my teeth.

Then I turned my head to Nefaris. "And you."

I didn't touch her.

I just looked at her.

And she shivered.

I could feel her anticipation like a physical thing in the air.

"Patience," I said, my voice dropping to a low purr. "It's my turn to lead."

Syntyche arched against me, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me down. The motion was sinuous, deliberate, a perfect dance of muscle and intent. "And if we don't want to follow?"

"Then I'll have to convince you." My tail curled around her ankle, a slow, possessive caress. "And I'm very convincing."

Nefaris leaned in, her breath warm against my shoulder. "Oh, we know." She kissed me then, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of dark berries and eternal night. Her hand slid up my arm, nails dragging lightly against my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "But convincing is so much more fun when there's a struggle."

Syntyche laughed beneath me, a low, husky sound that vibrated through my chest. "Let's see if you can handle this~"

She pushed me again.

And this time harder.

Then... they both went to different places.

Syntyche to my hard d*ck and Nefaris to the tip of my tail.

Both were my sensitive spots.

"F*ck..." I gasped, my body tensing, a shudder wracking through me. My wings flared out, knocking over a small obsidian table. A decorative vase shattered against the floor, the sound sharp and distant.

Syntyche’s fingers danced along the length of my shaft, a feather light touch that was more torment than pleasure. Nefaris’s tongue traced the sensitive tip of my tail, a slow, deliberate circle that sent bolts of electricity straight up my spine.

My hips bucked involuntarily. "Cheaters."

"All's fair in lust and war," Nefaris purred, her breath hot against my skin.

"And this," Syntyche added, her grip tightening, "is definitely lust."

I growled, a low, guttural sound deep in my chest. My hands shot out, one wrapping around Syntyche's waist, the other tangling in Nefaris's hair. I pulled them both against me, crushing their bodies to mine.

Their gasps of surprise were music to my ears.

"Two can play at that game," I murmured, my lips brushing against Syntyche's ear, then Nefaris's. "And I play to win."

My wings enveloped us, creating a cocoon of shadow and warmth. The air grew thick with the scent of our combined arousal, a heady mix of incense and desire that made my head spin.

Syntyche’s breath hitched as I ground my hips against hers, the friction a delicious torment. Her hands roamed my chest, nails scraping against my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin.

Nefaris moaned as I tilted her head back, exposing the pale column of her throat. I bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a possessive mark. Her body arched against mine, a silent invitation for more.

More was what I intended to give.

My tail, now freed from Nefaris's attentions, snaked around her thigh, the spaded tip tracing lazy circles on her inner skin. She shuddered, her knees buckling slightly. I held her up, my arm a steel band around her waist.

“You’re… cruel,” she gasped.

“I’m an incubus,” I countered, my voice a low rumble. “Cruel is my native language.”

I shifted, my focus returning to Syntyche. I captured her lips in a bruising kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues that was more battle than caress. She met me with equal fervor, her legs tightening around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. My erection throbbed, trapped between our bodies, a desperate plea for release I had no intention of granting just yet.

I broke the kiss, panting. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with lust. “More,” she demanded, her voice husky.

I chuckled, a dark, predatory sound. “All good things to those who wait.”

But patience was a currency I was rapidly running out of. Their scent, their touch, the way their bodies moved against mine… it was a symphony of sin, and I was its conductor. My control was fraying, thread by thread, the primal, possessive part of me rising to the surface, a beast straining at its leash.

I wanted them. I wanted to own them, to hear them scream my name until it was the only word they knew.

My wings flexed, the movement sending a gust of cool air across our heated skin. Syntyche shivered, her pebbled nipples brushing against my chest. Nefaris whimpered as my tail tightened its grip on her thigh, the tip now pressing insistently against the damp heat of her core.

“Please,” she breathed, the word a fragile surrender.

I smiled, a slow, predatory curve of my lips. “Beg properly.”

Her gaze met mine. She smirked. Naughtily.

And then... Syntyche sat on the floor and spread her legs, showing her wet pussy to me. She gestured to call me with her index finger. And her other fingers teased her wet folds. "C'mon, Damian ~~Bring that strong soldier of yours inside and we'll have fun~~" Her words were a velvet-wrapped challenge, an invitation straight from the depths of her desire.

My heart thumped hard. My eyes locked on that beautiful scene. My d*ck hardened further.