The Incubus System Chapter 1483. (Not) Homework
The Incubus System Chapter 1483. (Not) Homework
Nefaris leaned against the doorframe. “Do you like your room, Damian?”
I pointed at the wall. “There’s a coffin.”
“For me,” she said sweetly.
“On my wall.”
“It matches the décor.”
Syntyche walked past me and touched the silk hammock with obvious pride. “And this is mine.”
“I guessed.”
She smiled wider.
“We made space for ourselves.”
“In my bedroom.”
“Our prince’s bedroom,” Nefaris corrected.
I looked between them. Then sighed. “I was going to bathe.”
Nefaris stepped closer. Her fingers caught my sleeve lightly. “Then bathe after.”
Syntyche came from my other side, her hand brushing my shoulder, casual but not innocent. “We missed you.”
“You saw me this morning.”
“That was hours ago,” Nefaris said.
“In demon queen time, that is neglect.”
I stared at them. “That is not a real time measurement.”
“It is now.”
Syntyche’s fingers slid down my arm, warm through my sleeve. “You were tense when you came back.”
Nefaris’s voice softened near my ear. “And colder than usual.”
I stopped.
Nefaris touched my cheek lightly, turning my face toward her. “We need you to feed us,” she murmured.
Syntyche rested her chin near my shoulder from the other side. “And perhaps you need us to distract you.”
My throat moved. “I have homework.” Well, homework wasn’t really in my thought now.
Syntyche smiled against my shoulder. “Do it later.”
I wanted to argue.
Really.
I did.
But then Nefaris’s fingers slid into my hair, slow and soothing, while Syntyche’s arms circled me from behind. Not trapping. Not forcing. Just holding.
And yeah.
That was unfair.
Because I could fight angels.
I could resist royal pressure.
But being held by two women who wanted me, knew me, and didn’t care whether I was a student or a prince?
That was harder.
Much harder.
“You two planned this.”
Nefaris smiled. “Of course.”
Syntyche kissed my shoulder lightly. “C’mon Damian~.”
I laughed under my breath.
Small.
Real.
Finally.
They both seemed to notice.
Nefaris’s smile softened. “There he is.”
That sentence hit my chest gently.
There he is.
The me under all the nonsense.
I didn’t answer with words.
Because honestly?
Words were starting to feel useless.
Syntyche was still smiling against my shoulder when I turned.
One second, she was teasing me.
The next, my hand caught her chin, tilted her face up, and I kissed her.
Hard.
Not the soft, careful kind.
Not the sweet “I missed you too” kind.
This was the kind of kiss that made the room understand who owned the air.
Syntyche’s breath hitched.
Just once.
Tiny.
Beautiful.
Then she melted into it with a pleased sound, her fingers curling into my shirt like she had been waiting for me to stop pretending I was a tired student and remember what I was.
Nefaris moved behind me, slow and graceful, her hands sliding over my shoulders, down my arms, then back up to my neck with that cold velvet touch only she had. Her lips brushed near my ear, and I felt her smile.
I pulled back from Syntyche just enough to see her eyes.
Dark.
Hungry.
Bad decision from her.
I didn’t let her wait long.
With one arm, I caught her waist.
With the other, I reached back and pulled Nefaris forward by her wrist.
Both queens shifted with me, and I dropped them onto the bed.
The expensive bed took the impact with a low, offended creak.
I paused. Looked at it. Then muttered, “You better be reinforced.”
Syntyche laughed from the mattress, hair spilling around her like black silk. “It is.”
Nefaris reclined beside her, elegant even when tossed down, red eyes glowing with delight. “We planned ahead.”
Of course they did.
I stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at them.
Two queens.
Both lying there and watching me like they wanted me to ruin their composure.
A slow smirk pulled at my lips.
Predatory.
“Strip,” I said.
My voice came out low.
Commanding.
“Now.”
The room changed.
Not physically.
With obedience.
The two queens looked at each other for half a second.
Then Syntyche smiled wider. “As you command, my prince.”
Nefaris sat up slowly, gaze never leaving mine. “How delicious.”
I crossed my arms. “Less talking.”
Syntyche’s smile trembled with amusement, but she obeyed.
Nefaris too.
They moved slowly.
Because they wanted me to watch.
Layer by layer. Gloves slipped away. Dark fabrics loosened. Jewelry caught the bedroom light before being placed aside with quiet clicks.
Syntyche’s movements were sinuous, graceful, almost theatrical. She knew exactly how to make patience feel like punishment.
Nefaris was different.
She did not reveal herself like a woman undressing.
She revealed herself like a queen granting access to a forbidden chamber.
And yeah.
Damn.
I swallowed once.
Barely.
My throat felt tight.
When they were done, they lay back against the black and red covers, skin warm, cool, breathing soft.
Waiting.
I didn’t wait longer.
I moved over the bed with purpose, knees sinking into the mattress as I lowered myself onto it. The bed creaked again, softer this time.
I leaned over Syntyche first, bracing a hand beside her head, caging her in with my body. Her scent bloomed around me, night-blooming jasmine and honey, rich and intoxicating. Her pupils dilated as she looked up at me.
I didn’t kiss her again.
Not yet.
Instead, I let my fingers trail from her collarbone down, slow, tracing the elegant slope of her breast, the curve of her waist, until I reached her hip.
Her breath hitched.
That small sound again.
It did something to me.
Made a heat build under my skin, sharp and deep.
My other hand reached behind me, not looking, knowing Nefaris would meet it.
She did.
Her fingers entwined with mine instantly, her touch cool, strong, a perfect counterpoint to Syntyche’s warmth.
Then I shifted.
My lips found Syntyche’s throat, right over her pulse point. I didn’t bite.
I just breathed against her skin.
She shivered, a full-body tremor that ran through her and into me.