The Incubus System Chapter 1289. Needy I (Reupload)

The Incubus System Chapter 1289. Needy I (Reupload)

Her hand wrapped around me with the kind of sinful confidence that made my brain short-circuit. Gentle, warm, teasing just enough pressure to make me squirm under her thighs. The scent of her, lust and lavender, flooded my head. Her breath ghosted over my lips again, her hair brushing my face like a curtain of shadow and silk.

“You know…” she murmured, stroking slow, lazy, infuriating. “If you wanted me to ride you into recovery, you could’ve just asked.”

I groaned again, this time with pure desperation. “Lilieth…”

She kissed the corner of my mouth. “Shhh, baby. Let me pamper you.”

The way she said it, half lullaby, half dirty promise, made my chest tighten and my cock twitch at the same time. She knew exactly what she was doing, and worse, she knew I knew she knew. That smug, teasing grin of hers hovered an inch above my lips, waiting for me to break.

Her hands slid down my chest, fingers tracing every line, every scar, every new groove that Redemption had carved into me. I was panting like I’d run a marathon, but the truth? I wasn’t running anywhere. My body ached, my ribs felt like cracked glass, but my d*ck was writing its own recovery plan and Lilieth was chief doctor on the case.

Her nails scraped lightly down my abs, slow, dragging, making me flinch with each tiny prickle. “So tense,” she whispered, her breath warm against my jaw. “So needy. My poor incubus b*by…”

I gritted my teeth, trying not to beg. “I’m not—”

Pain lanced through my chest, sharp enough to choke me mid-word.

She smirked. “Mhm. Not a b*by, right?”

I winced, glaring halfheartedly. “Okay. Fine. I’ll shut up.”

Yeah. Real smooth.

Because the irony wasn’t lost on me. Not one bit.  Yesterday, I was a full-blown nightmare. A Nephilim gone berserk, wings tearing the sky, Redemption howling in my hand, demons dropping like flies. I’d cut through thousands, maybe more, a storm of blood and light that even ferals scattered from.

For a moment, I wasn’t Ethan, wasn’t Damian, wasn’t anyone’s kid. I was just… fury with a body. Wrath on legs. The kind of thing stories warn kids about when they sneak too close to the shadows.

And now?

Now I was sprawled in a silk-sheeted bed, reduced to a pathetic mess.

Panting.

Groaning.

Wincing at every breath like some wounded soldier who forgot which side he was fighting on. My glorious Nephilim rage had guttered out, leaving me here, flat on my back, half-hard, sweating, and letting Lilieth’s sinful hands and teasing tail play me like an instrument.

It was humiliating.

It was addictive.

And I hated how much I loved it.

Because truth?

I wasn’t the monster tearing armies apart right now. I wasn’t the legacy-bearer or the demon prince or the bastard Nephilim accident that Heaven and Hell both wanted gone. I was just a man. A horny, half-broken incubus who couldn’t even lift his head without groaning, and who was letting her touch drag him deeper and deeper into surrender.

“Good.” Her smile widened, all predatory softness. “Just pant for me, sweetheart. Just groan. That’s all I want to hear right now.”

She kissed me again, deeper this time. Tongue slipping past my lips with the kind of practiced dominance only a succubus queen could pull off.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands twitching uselessly at my sides, not sure if I wanted to push her away or drag her closer.

Yeah, spoiler. It was the second one. Always the second one.

Her tongue danced with mine, hot and slick, curling, teasing, until my lungs burned and my cock throbbed against the sheets. I broke the kiss first, gasping, and she laughed against my lips like she’d planned that too.

Then her mouth drifted lower.

A kiss at my jaw.

Another at my neck, slow, open-mouthed, sucking just enough to make my back arch.

Another down my collarbone, wet heat trailing sparks through every nerve ending.

I panted, groaning low, every breath hitching like she was milking the sound out of me on purpose.

She looked up at me with that smug queen’s gaze. “That’s it… good boy.”

My cock twitched at those two words.

Damn it.

Her lips moved down my chest, pausing to swirl her tongue around skin, sucking lightly, flicking until I cursed out loud.

“F*ck, Lilieth—”

She smirked against my skin. “Language. Or do you want me to punish you?”

“I—I’m not arguing right now.”

Her laugh vibrated against my chest, sending shivers down to my gut. Then she moved lower, lips tracing every ridge of my abs, kissing the abs like they were holy.

And then her tail flicked.

I froze.

Because that damn tail brushed against my thigh. Then higher. Then... oh f*ck, straight to my half-hard cock.

“Lilieth,” I hissed.

Her tail coiled around my shaft, smooth and firm, giving me one experimental stroke that had me bucking helplessly against the sheets.

“You like that?” she teased, eyes glinting like fire and sin.

I groaned. “You know I do.”

Her tail flicked lower, poking at my balls, rolling them gently before sliding back up my length, stroking me with lazy precision. Each movement was just enough to make me want more, but never enough to tip me over.

“You’re throbbing already,” she purred, leaning down to kiss just above my navel. “So eager. So easy.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, panting hard. “You’re torturing me.”

Her mouth curved into a grin against my skin. “Oh no, darling. This is just the warm-up.”

Her hand joined her tail, wrapping around the base of my cock, stroking me in sync with that infernal appendage. My hips jerked, groans spilling out without my permission. The sheets were damp with sweat, my whole body buzzing like it had been rewired to her touch.

“You feel so hot in my hand,” she whispered, kissing down my stomach. “So heavy. My perfect boy…”

I swallowed hard, staring at the ceiling because looking at her would’ve finished me right there. “Lilieth…”

She chuckled. “Yes, love?”

“I’m… gonna…”