Succubi Chapter 207. Morning Wood
Succubi Chapter 207. Morning Wood
Sera murmured something incoherent in her sleep and snuggled closer. One of her tentacles tightened slightly, not enough to trap me, but enough to remind me that I was absolutely not free.
I stared at the ceiling again.
This was dangerous.
Not because I feared them.
That would be easier.
I didn’t want to leave.
I had class. Responsibilities. Reputation. Academy rules. Probably hygiene. Definitely breakfast. Maybe mission payment later.
And yet, lying here between them, warm and wanted, made all of that feel distant.
Like the world outside this room could wait.
That thought scared me.
Because I wasn’t used to wanting to stay anywhere.
I was used to moving.
Adjusting.
Preparing.
Making myself useful before someone decided I wasn’t worth keeping around.
But Lilith’s arm was around me.
Sera’s body was curled against mine.
The bed smelled like them.
And for once, nobody was asking me to prove anything.
I swallowed quietly.
My pride should’ve hated this.
It probably did.
Somewhere deep inside, it was standing with crossed arms, glaring at me like a disappointed royal ancestor.
But the rest of me?
The honest part?
The part that woke up warm and didn’t immediately feel alone?
That part whispered softly, “Just five more minutes.”
I turned my head slightly and looked at Lilith again. Her hair covered part of her face, and without thinking, I lifted my hand slowly to brush it aside.
Careful.
Gentle.
Her lips curved faintly in her sleep.
My chest tightened.
Damn it.
That was illegal.
Then Sera’s tentacle twitched against my stomach again.
I froze.
“Sera,” I whispered.
No response.
I carefully caught one tentacle and moved it higher, away from places that were making my morning far more complicated than it needed to be.
The tentacle immediately curled around my wrist.
I deadpanned.
Even asleep, she was clingy.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered.
Sera nuzzled into my arm and mumbled, “Mhm…”
I blinked. “Are you awake?”
No answer.
Just breathing.
I narrowed my eyes.
Suspicious.
Lilith stirred then, lashes fluttering slightly.
Ah.
Panic.
I instantly pretended to be calm, which was stupid because I was lying in bed between two women while holding one of Sera’s tentacles like I was negotiating a hostage situation.
And then, somehow, the tentacle slid downward.
Slow.
Lazy.
Completely unconscious.
Toward the exact area my morning dignity was already struggling to survive. My cock.
My soul froze.
Both of them were still asleep.
Great.
Fantastic.
“Not there,” I whispered. But somehow I let it.
Curse these teenage hormones! And demon blood! Probably demon blood. Mostly demon blood.
My body didn’t listen. It welcomed. With heat. With an undeniable throb.
I didn’t stop it.
A sigh escaped my lips.
My fingers twitched against the blanket, wanting to touch Sera’s face, but not quite daring.
Then Lilith’s arm tightened.
Her eyes opened.
Slowly.
Golden, warm, and ridiculously alert for someone who just woke up.
Her gaze met mine.
And she smiled.
Not teasing.
Not mocking.
Soft.
A lazy, knowing, utterly dangerous smile that made my entire nervous system feel like it had been dipped in honey and then set on fire.
“Morning.”
Her voice was husky with sleep.
“Morning,” I managed.
She glanced at my expression. Then at the blanket. Then back at my face.
Her smile widened slightly.
“Need some help?”
My throat went dry.
Because I absolutely did need help.
But also…
Sera was still asleep.
It felt…
Wrong?
No.
Not wrong.
Complicated.
I hesitated.
Lilith shifted slightly, propping herself on an elbow, her hair spilling over her shoulder. The movement made the blanket slide a little, exposing the elegant curve of her hip, the smooth skin of her stomach.
My morning problem agreed that this was getting worse.
Lilith’s gaze lingered on my face.
“Evan.” Her voice was gentle. “It’s okay to want.”
Then Sera stirred.
She blinked slowly, eyelashes fluttering.
Her sleepy gaze found mine. Then Lilith’s.
Then she realized where her tentacle was.
A slow, sly grin spread across her face.
“Someone’s awake,” she murmured, her morning voice a smoky whisper.
Lilith chuckled.
Sera’s tentacle tightened, not punishing, but playful. A slow, deliberate curl that made me gasp softly.
“We should help him,” Sera decided, like she was volunteering for charity work.
I opened my mouth to say something intelligent.
Something like, “No, I’m fine, thank you for your concern, I will now exit the bed and pretend my body is not a traitor.”
Instead, I said, “Ah…”
Sera laughed quietly.
Her tentacle started moving.
Slow.
Sensuous.
A deliberate exploration that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with making my brain short-circuit.
Lilith watched, her expression a mixture of amusement and warmth.
Then she leaned closer.
Her breath ghosted over my ear.
“Let us take care of you,” she whispered.
And that was it.
My last defense crumbled.
Because this wasn’t just lust.
This was affection.
Desire mixed with something softer. Something that felt dangerously like being cared for.
Sera shifted, moving over me, her hair brushing my chest. Her eyes, half-lidded and deep, locked onto mine.
“You’re tense,” she observed. Then her tentacle stroked again, and I shuddered. “We can’t let that.”
Lilith’s fingers traced the line of my jaw, her touch feather-light. “Relax, Evan.”
Easy for her to say.
My body was a live wire of sensation. Sera’s tentacle was a master of its craft, swirling and pressing with just enough pressure to make my hips lift, seeking more. My breath hitched, a shallow gasp that I couldn’t hold back.
Then Lilith’s lips met my neck.
Soft. Open-mouthed.
A trail of fire that made my pulse thunder in my ears.
Sera’s smile was devastatingly beautiful.
She lowered her head.
Her hair tickled my stomach.
Her tongue, hot and wet, traced the sensitive skin just above my navel.
My hands, which had been clutching the blanket like a lifeline, finally let go. One sank into Sera’s silken hair, the other found Lilith’s waist, pulling her closer, needing the contact, the reassurance that this was real.