[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (2). Recharge
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (2). Recharge
“Missed me? She nearly drained me. I barely walked back in one piece,” I exaggerated.
They rolled their eyes.
“Oh, I can fix that,” Pearl said, snapping her fingers. “Want a recharge? Or just some champagne?”
She took a glass from the tray and handed it to me directly, her fingers brushing mine on purpose.
I accepted it with a raised brow. “Thanks.”
The girls were scattered across the living space, silk robe, or barely-there wraps draped lazily on their bodies.
Outside, the ocean breeze made everything feel too warm and too slow. The beach glowed faintly under the night sky, moonlight curling over the tide. Sea foam crashed quietly against the shore, and the stars stretched out like someone spilled glitter across black velvet.
I took a sip.
And sighed.
“Honestly,” I said. “I needed this.”
Olivia tilted her head. “The champagne?”
“No.” I turned toward the ocean. “This. All of it.”
The breeze caught my shirt slightly. My skin still warm from the shower, my body still tingling from earlier.
“I’ve been busy. Too busy. Running, planning, fighting. I know I act like I enjoy every bit of chaos, but sometimes I just want to sit. Breathe. Look at the sea at night and remember…”
I took another slow sip.
“Remember who I am. Not the incubus. Not the strategist. Just me.”
The girls went quiet for a beat. Even Zalira, coiled in the far shadows beside Mia, blinked slowly at me, her eyes softening.
Emma offered a warm smile from her side of the cushions. “You deserve peace too, Ethan.”
Pearl clapped once, breaking the mood lightly. “Okay! Mood shift. Let’s play the next one.” She shuffled the cards. “Ethan, pick one.”
I reached out and took one. Flipped it.
The name on it was etched in soft ink.
Celia.
“Ohhh,” Pearl said with a sing-song voice. “Celiaaa~”
Celia squeaked. “O-Okay! Now my turn!” She rushed to the second pile. She picked a card, stared at it…
And didn’t speak.
But her face? Immediate crimson. Fire engine. Cherry bomb red.
Olivia whistled low. “Oh, this is gonna be a good one.”
I groaned. “You know how hard it is to contain my curiousity when you make that face.”
“I-I know,” she said, burying her face into her hands.
Maria stretched beside her, grinning. “Well. Guess we have to help her, don’t we?”
Ivy stood already, flipping her hair. “She’ll be too nervous on her own.”
Maria turned to Celia. “Let’s go, dear~”
Ivy grabbed her hand. “We’ll set the stage.”
Celia squeaked again as the three of them vanished down the hallway, laughter trailing behind like mischief perfume.
I blinked. “Wait— how long am I supposed to wait?”
Pearl smirked. “Mmm. Five to ten minutes, give or take.”
I exhaled, leaned back on the oversized lounge cushions. “I’m going to die of curiosity.”
“You’ll survive,” Diamond said, slipping beside me again. Her hand rested on my thigh, her nails dragging just enough to make my breath hitch. “Barely.”
Mia slithered closer with a smile that was anything but innocent. Her coils brushed over my ankles first, then up, coiling slowly around my legs. Her long tail slid up my thigh and across my stomach in lazy, teasing motions.
“And for the time being…” she whispered, her voice sultry. “Let us keep you entertained.”
I chuckled low. “This is how I die, isn’t it?”
Mia’s hands slid over my chest while her tail played more boldly beneath my shirt.
“Only a little,” she said sweetly.
My fingers tightened slightly around the champagne glass. The heat under my skin rose again, so fast I barely noticed the blush crawling up my neck. Mia leaned in, her breath brushing my collarbone, and I felt the chill of her lips just before they kissed the edge of my jaw.
Zalira watched from the shadows, a smirk playing on her lips. “You’re too easy to wind up, Ethan.”
“And you’re too good at it.”
“Both true,” Mia purred, licking a stripe up my throat. “Should we see how much pressure you can take before Celia returns?”
Diamond giggled, pouring more champagne into my glass. “Oh, I think he’ll be leaking sanity by the time they come back.”
“Already am,” I muttered, voice dropping into a sigh as Mia’s tail slid beneath my waistband.
The night air was thick with perfume and ocean salt. The cushions around me pulsed with heat from skin and breath and stolen glances. All around me were temptations incarnate, clothed in silk and laughter and glowing eyes.
And I?
Was their favorite game.
Mia was still coiled around my legs, her tail teasing up and down like a snake trying to draw out every nerve. She kissed my neck again, slower this time. Then bit. Not hard. Just enough to make me flinch and groan softly.
“Sensitive tonight, hm?” she purred, her tongue flicking over the mark she left.
I barely got a word out before someone else slid into my lap.
Luna. Mischief in motion. The cat demon girl curled into me, practically sitting across my thighs, her hands sliding up my chest with warm fingers and claws just sharp enough to remind me who she was. She kissed under my jaw while her tail wrapped around my wrist.
“Too tense,” she whispered. “We can fix that.”
A shadow passed behind me. And then I felt it.
A breath. Right at my ear.
Then a moan. Hot. Sultry. Almost a purr.
Yuffy.
“Your Highness…” she murmured, her voice like liquid sin. “Why are you still dressed?”
I tensed.
Another moan, closer this time, followed by a slow lick just below my earlobe.
I clenched the champagne glass, but Pearl casually plucked it from my hand and replaced it with something else.
A small dish. Sliced strawberries and whipped cream.
“Here,” she said sweetly. “Eat something before we eat you.”
And then she dipped her finger in the cream. Slid it slowly across my lips. I parted them without thinking. She pressed the strawberry in next. A soft bite. Sweet. Cold. Her eyes never left mine.