The Incubus System Chapter 1386. Three Games
The Incubus System Chapter 1386. Three Games
My lips skimmed her ear.
“I want a nice s*x,” I whispered. “Nice play. Something that makes me so fucking horny, I forget war even exists. Something that makes me choose staying in bed with you over swinging my blades.”
Pearl’s breath caught.
Her pupils dilated.
And yeah, her eyes locked on mine like she was already under my spell.
She didn’t smile. Not yet.
She just tilted her head slowly, one tentacle winding around my wrist, another slipping between my legs, not enough pressure, just the promise of it.
“I guess I know what you need,” she said finally, her voice a little darker now. A little more dangerous.
She leaned back just enough to look at me fully. Really look at me.
“Three games,” she said, her fingers ghosting over my chest. “You’ll pick one. And we’ll play.”
I raised a brow. “That simple?”
She grinned now. “Nothing is simple with me.”
She raised one finger.
“Game One,” she said, voice low and sultry. “Royal Servant.”
“Me and Diamond,” she purred, “will be your servants. You’ll sit on the bed like a king and we’ll both worship you. Compete. Seduce you. Please you. And the one who makes you cum harder gets a reward.”
I raised a brow. “And the loser?”
Her tentacle flicked lightly at my inner thigh. “Will have to watch. Tied up. Dripping. Begging. No release until you say so.”
My cock twitched.
She lifted a second finger.
“Game Two,” she said, eyes glittering. “Punishment Pact.”
“You’re the prince. The demon royal. But Diamond and I? We broke the rules. Now…” she leaned in, licking the edge of her lips, “you punish us. One by one. Bent over the bed. We take your cock. Your fingers. Your teeth. Until we’re ruined for anyone else.”
“And then?” I asked, voice tight.
“Then,” she said, “you decide if we earned forgiveness… or if you’ll tie us together and fuck us both while we beg.”
I swallowed. Okay. F*ck.
Her third finger lifted.
Final. Deliberate.
“Game Three,” her voice dropped even lower, “Heat Spiral.”
Her tentacle slid up my spine.
“You,” she whispered, “are the prey. The hunted. Diamond and I are in heat. And we’ve picked you.”
She shifted, climbing onto my lap slowly, her hips grinding into mine with a teasing roll that made me groan under my breath.
“You don’t get to dominate tonight,” she said. “You get chased. Pinned. Fucked. Both of us take turns riding you. Marking you. Using you. And you don’t get to come until we do. Twice.”
Her lips brushed mine. “No safe word. No escape. You can claw, growl, beg, but we won’t stop.”
I was rock hard. Fully. Painfully.
Pearl finally smiled, devilishly sweet. “So, Damian… which game do you want to play tonight?”
Her tentacles spread wider now, curling over my hips, chest, one brushing against the bulge in my pants like it already knew what choice I’d make.
And just behind her, I heard the door unlock.
A second presence. Familiar.
Feminine.
Diamond had arrived.
Her heels clicked on the floor. Her voice followed, sweet and amused.
“Did I miss the rules? Or are we still deciding how hard to ruin him?”
The sound of her voice curled through the VIP room like silk dragged over skin. I didn’t turn right away. I already knew what she looked like. I could feel her presence. The air shifted whenever Diamond entered a room.
Pearl smirked, her tentacles tightening just slightly around my wrist and thigh, like she was claiming first turn in a game that hadn’t even officially started yet.
“You’re right on time,” Pearl purred.
I finally turned my head.
Diamond stood by the door, one hand resting against the frame like she owned the structure itself. Her midnight blue dress hugged her body in layers of shimmering silk that caught the low club lighting, reflecting faint ocean hues across her curves. Her hair spilled down her shoulders in glossy waves, and her eyes… those deep eyes locked onto me with unmistakable hunger.
She knew something was up. She always did.
“You texted,” she said, walking closer, slow, deliberate, hips swaying with a rhythm that didn’t belong to the music downstairs. “That usually means you’re either stressed… or bored… or dangerously horny.”
“Could be all three,” I murmured.
Diamond smiled, sharp and soft at the same time. “Good. That’s my favorite combination.”
Pearl shifted in my lap slightly, one tentacle sliding across my chest, another brushing dangerously close to my waistband.
“He’s choosing,” Pearl said lazily. “We gave him options.”
Diamond raised a brow, her gaze sliding between us, clearly enjoying the visual of her twin half draped over me like I was already halfway claimed.
“Oh?” Diamond asked. “And which game tempts our prince tonight?”
I leaned back into the couch, letting the soft velvet press against my shoulders, letting both of them see me take my time. Incubus instinct wasn’t about rushing. It was about control. Anticipation. The slow tightening coil before anything snapped.
“I’m in the mood,” I said slowly, voice low enough that they both leaned in without realizing it, “to ruin both of you.”
Pearl’s breath caught.
Diamond’s pupils dilated.
“Punishment Pact,” I added.
Silence fell for half a heartbeat.
Then both of them shivered. Not subtly either. I watched it ripple through their bodies like someone had brushed electricity across their spines.
“And it will be nice,” I continued, letting my hand rise, fingers brushing along Pearl’s collarbone before drifting outward toward Diamond, stopping just shy of touching her. Making her lean closer instead.
“I could spank you,” I murmured, eyes flicking between them. “Or maybe tie you up a bit. Maybe remind both of you exactly who you’re teasing when you decide to play naughty.”
Pearl let out a soft sound that wasn’t quite a moan but definitely wasn’t a breath either.
Diamond bit her lower lip.
“I could have all you can s*x all night by myself,” I finished casually.
That did it.