July 5, 2026

The Incubus System Chapter 1484. Dark and Sweet I

My mouth moved lower, leaving a slow, wet trail down her chest, between her breasts. I took my time, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the fine tremors running through her muscles.

Her hands came up, not to push me away, but to bury themselves in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp.

Encouraging me.

I felt a shift in the bed beside us.

Nefaris.

Moving closer.

Her lips brushed my shoulder blade, a cool, fleeting touch that made my own breath catch. Her other hand, still joined with mine, squeezed gently.

Then Syntyche’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me down, pulling me closer, her body arching up to meet mine.

I let out a low growl against her skin.

I was done with teasing.

I shifted again, adjusting our positions, my hand leaving Syntyche’s hip to guide myself, to press against her entrance.

She was slick, hot, ready.

Her breath caught in her throat, a sharp, needy sound. “Damian…”

I pushed my finger inside.

Just one. And she found it unsatisfying.

"Only one?" she breathed against my ear, her lips brushing my lobe.

I pulled my finger back, only to push two into her.

The tight, wet heat enveloped them, and she gasped, her head falling back against the pillows. Her hips bucked, a silent, desperate plea for more.

Nefaris moved with us, a cool presence at my side, her free hand tracing patterns on Syntyche’s stomach, her red eyes watching Syntyche’s face as she responded to my touch.

I watched too.

Watched as I worked my fingers in and out of her, curling them just so, finding that spot inside her that made her cry out, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I leaned over and kissed her hard.

She kissed back, desperate, messy, her lips parting for me immediately. I tasted her, her mouth warm and wet and perfect, and the moan that escaped her sent a rush of heat through me, made my cock ache with desire.

Nefaris released my hand, her touch moving lower, trailing across my thigh, making me shiver.

She smiled, her tongue flicking out to taste the pulse point on my neck.

Syntyche was breathing hard, her eyes dark and unfocused. Her hips rocked against my hand, her voice coming out a ragged whisper.

"More... please..."

Nefaris's teeth grazed my neck. "You heard our queen."

I pulled back, my fingers slipping out of her. She whimpered at the loss, and I could not help but laugh softly, a low, dark sound.

"Be patient," I told her.

I moved off the bed.

"No, don't—" Syntyche started.

I caught her ankles and pulled her down.

She fell back against the covers, surprised.

Nefaris laughed too, a rich, dark sound.

I met Syntyche's eyes. "Turn over."

Her expression flickered, and she did not move.

I tugged at her ankle again, a small, sharp movement, and she shuddered.

"Turn. Over."

She licked her lips.

Then obeyed.

Her back was exposed to me now, her thighs spread, her face pressed into the pillows.

I let my gaze wander over her, her smooth, flawless skin, the way her back arched ever so slightly, her hair spilled around her.

I moved onto the bed again, settling between her legs.

Syntyche shifted, turning her head to the side, trying to look at me.

"Eyes forward," I ordered.

Her breath caught.

She turned her face back into the pillows, and I could feel her shivering, the anticipation coursing through her.

"Good girl."

That made her whimper.

Nefaris settled beside us, her cool fingers resting on the back of Syntyche's neck, rubbing small, soothing circles.

Then, finally, I entered her.

Slowly, carefully, watching her arch and gasp, her whole body trembling.

"Ahh...!"

She was tight, wet, hot.

My breath caught.

Her hips pushed back, seeking more.

I grabbed her waist, held her still, and started moving.

Hard.

She moaned, loud and desperate, her fingers clawing at the covers.

I leaned over, kissing the base of her spine, tasting the salt on her skin.

Nefaris shifted, her hand trailing from Syntyche's neck, down her back, resting at the small of her back, pressing down gently.

The added pressure made Syntyche cry out, and I felt her clench around me.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I knew she was close.

Nefaris leaned forward, her lips brushing Syntyche's ear, her voice low, soothing, reassuring. "Come for him, darling."

"Yes..." Syntyche breathed, her eyes squeezing shut, her whole body tensing, her inner walls spasming around me.

I groaned, thrusting harder, deeper, my hands gripping her waist tightly.

"Ohhh..." she gasped, her body going limp, her voice shaking.

I buried myself in her and cum.

-Ting!

[Your Demonic Power has fully recovered.]

[You Gained EXP!]

"I need more..." I smirked darkly.

Nefaris watched us, her eyes burning with desire, her hand stroking Syntyche's hair.

Syntyche was panting, her face flushed, her body trembling.

I moved slowly, pulling out of her.

Nefaris looked at me.

I leaned over and kissed her.

She responded immediately, her mouth opening, her tongue brushing mine.

My hands came up, cupping her face, pulling her closer.

She shifted, straddling me, her long legs wrapping around my waist.

I broke the kiss for a breath.

Then I was back on her.

My hands tangled in her hair, pulling, making her gasp.

My teeth grazed her throat, her pulse point, the spot right below her ear.

My tongue traced the shell of her ear, and she whimpered, a sound so soft, so needy, it made my heart skip.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, sending a thrill down my spine.

We were both breathing hard, both desperate, both wanting.

Her scent was intoxicating, rich and dark and sweet, filling my head until there was nothing else.

I pushed her down, onto her back, and she went willingly, her hair spreading out around her like a red halo.

I kissed her again, rough, hungry, and she met me with equal passion, her lips parting, her tongue sliding against mine.