June 7, 2026

Succubi Chapter 203. Love Me…

For a while, nobody spoke.

The room stayed dim and quiet except for breathing. Slow breathing. Warm breathing. The kind that only happened after exhaustion stripped away all the fake masks people wore during the day.

Lilith rested against my chest lazily, one leg tangled with mine beneath the blankets while Sera remained curled against my back like some sleepy tentacle cat who had successfully claimed a favorite sleeping spot.

And me?

I was gone.

Mentally gone.

Spiritually rebooting.

I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds longer before finally managing a weak voice.

“That was my first threesome.”

Sera giggled immediately behind me.

Lilith tilted her head slightly against my chest, her hair sliding over my skin like silk.

“Did you like it?” Sera asked softly.

I laughed weakly through my nose.

“Yes. But…” I started.

And then Lilith grabbed my face.

Not aggressively.

Not suddenly.

Just firmly enough to pull me straight into her chest.

My brain immediately blue-screened.

Oh.

Oh no.

Warm.

Soft.

My entire face disappeared into plush warmth while her scent wrapped around me again. Vanilla, sweetness, woman, comfort, danger, all mixed together into something so unfair my body nearly gave up on independent thought completely.

Lilith stroked my hair slowly.

“But?” she asked knowingly.

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

No thoughts.

Only pillow.

Blessed pillow.

I think my brain tried to form words at some point, but all critical functions shut down the moment she adjusted slightly and somehow made the entire situation even softer.

I managed very intelligent words.

“No but.”

Sera giggled harder behind me now.

Tiny sleepy giggles.

Meanwhile, I accepted my fate immediately.

I didn’t care anymore.

Not about dignity.

Not about composure.

Not about acting cool.

This comfort…

This comfort was lethal.

The warmth beneath my cheek.

Lilith’s fingers combing through my hair slowly.

Sera hugging me lazily from behind while her tentacles wrapped loosely around my waist and thighs like living blankets.

I exhaled quietly against Lilith’s chest.

“You two keep emotionally ambushing me.”

“Mhm,” Sera agreed sleepily.

And the worst part?

I wasn’t a Lust demon.

Not technically.

I was Pride.

Royal Pride blood.

The kind raised to stand tall, composed, untouchable. The kind taught to survive through control and dignity and sharp smiles that never cracked no matter how exhausted you were.

But this?

This destroyed that completely.

Because apparently even Pride demons had weaknesses.

Mine just happened to be affection.

How humiliating.

And addictive.

I closed my eyes slowly.

The softness surrounding me didn’t feel seductive anymore.

Not fully.

It felt…

Safe.

The realization hit weirdly deep.

Not home.

My home had never felt like this.

Home was survival.

Careful words.

Distance.

Performance.

Keeping yourself useful enough to deserve staying.

This?

This felt like somewhere I could stop performing for a little while.

Somewhere I could just exist.

No masks.

No proving myself.

Just…

Warmth.

The thought settled heavily inside my chest.

Lilith’s fingers slowed in my hair slightly.

“You’re thinking too hard again,” she murmured softly.

“Maybe.”

Sera’s tentacles shifted against my stomach lazily, their suckers pressing tiny soft kisses against my skin in absentminded affection.

The sensation sent small shivers through me.

Not sexual this time.

Just…

Comforting.

Weirdly comforting.

Like being held by something that genuinely wanted me there.

My throat tightened unexpectedly.

That annoying feeling again.

Because suddenly my brain connected dots it probably shouldn’t have.

Motherly.

The thought felt awkward.

Wrong.

But not entirely inaccurate either.

Not because Lilith acted like my mother.

No.

This was absolutely not that.

But the feeling?

The feeling of someone holding you gently because they wanted to?

Yeah.

That part hit something old inside me.

Something hungry.

Something I usually ignored.

My adopted mother never hugged me.

Not once.

She thought physical affection spoiled children.

Made them weak.

So I learned early how to stand on my own.

How to comfort myself.

How to survive quietly.

And maybe… Maybe that was why this felt so overwhelming now.

Because apparently all it took to emotionally destroy me was one succubus feeding me sandwiches and another sleepy demon patting my head afterward.

Pathetic.

My Pride hissed immediately. ‘This is weakness.’

My body answered instantly. ‘Shut up. This feels nice.’

Unfortunately my body was winning hard tonight.

Sera gently patted my hair again from behind.

Slow.

Sleepy.

Like I was the dorm’s favorite cat she accidentally adopted.

My pride absolutely hated how much I liked it.

I stayed completely still anyway.

Because there were only three of us here.

No audience.

No expectations.

No one watching.

So maybe…

Maybe I could let myself stay like this for a little while longer.

Lilith’s hand slid slowly down the back of my neck.

“You seem tired, Evan.”

I laughed weakly against her chest. “Long day and Sera.”

The sleepy demon behind me made a proud little noise. “Mhm.”

I wrapped my arms around Lilith instinctively.

Not seductive.

Not dominant.

Just… holding her.

And immediately felt Sera tighten around me too from behind, her body pressing closer while her tentacles curled more securely around my waist.

Completely trapped now.

Emotionally and physically.

I didn’t want out.

That realization scared me more than anything else tonight.

Because wanting pleasure was easy to understand.

Wanting comfort?

Wanting this feeling again?

That was dangerous. At least for me. I wondered if it would make m weak.

Lilith kissed the top of my head softly.

Sera’s tentacles continued their lazy affectionate kisses against my skin.

And somewhere between those tiny touches and the warmth surrounding me, a thought slipped through my exhausted mind quietly.

‘So this is what being loved feels like.’

The realization almost hurt.

Because now that I felt it… I wanted more.

Not power.

Not worship from frightened people.

Not victory.

This.

Warmth.

Hands in my hair.

Bodies wrapped around mine without asking for anything back.

My chest tightened quietly beneath all the softness surrounding me. I buried my face deeper against Lilith, feeling Sera’s tentacles curl lazily around my waist like they never planned to let go.

And before sleep finally dragged me under, the words slipped out in a muffled whisper against warm skin.

“Love me…”

A pause.

“Worship me…”

I didn’t even know if they heard me.

Maybe I didn’t want them to.

Then my eyes closed.

I slept feeling wanted.