Succubi Chapter 247. Entertain Me
Succubi Chapter 247. Entertain Me
I looked at them.
They looked at me.
Rivy swallowed.
Val’s fingers tightened around her wine glass.
Sera whispered, “Oh.”
My Pride purred so loudly inside me I was surprised the windows didn’t vibrate.
I stepped forward.
Toward Val.
Because she started this.
The Greed succubus watched me approach without moving, but her eyes betrayed everything. They ran down my body once, then returned to my face with that sharp, calculating look of hers cracked by something warmer underneath.
I leaned over her.
Slowly.
Both my hands came down on either side of her, trapping her against the cushion and the low table behind her. Not touching. Just close enough that my shadow fell over her, bare torso exposed, skin warmed by the dim light, muscles shifting as I lowered myself.
Val tilted her chin up.
I smirked. “This is what you wanted, right?”
Her lips parted.
The answer caught somewhere in her throat.
Rivy made a tiny sound from behind me. Half laugh, half curse.
Sera’s tentacles trembled like they were praying for permission from an immoral god.
Val finally smiled, but it was thinner now. Less confident. More affected. “You learn too fast.”
“I told you.” I leaned closer. “I improvise.”
Her eyes flicked to my mouth.
Mine dropped to the glass in her hand.
Then I took it.
Smoothly.
Her fingers loosened around the stem like her body forgot ownership existed. I lifted the glass, held her gaze, and emptied the wine in one gulp.
The wine burned sweet and dark down my throat.
I lowered the empty glass beside her without looking away.
Val stared at me.
Rivy’s eyes had traveled down to my chest, my stomach, then lower to where my pants still protected the final dignity of civilization.
Sera did the same, but with the sleepy shamelessness of a creature who had never once respected personal boundaries in her life.
I smirked again.
Val’s hand lifted.
Slowly.
Almost touching my side.
Before her fingertips reached me, I pulled away.
Her hand froze in the empty space.
I straightened, stepping back like nothing happened.
“If you want this…” I gestured lazily at myself, then turned and walked back toward my seat with all the fake calm of a man absolutely enjoying the chaos he had created. “Now it’s your turn to entertain me.”
I sat down.
Nonchalant.
Like I wasn’t half-undressed in Val’s room with three succubi staring like I had just declared war on their self-control.
I reached for the wine bottle, poured myself another glass, and leaned back against the cushion. One arm rested along the side, my bare torso still openly displayed because apparently tonight I had abandoned shame somewhere between the noble banquet and the dorm corridor.
I lifted the glass to my lips, but didn’t drink yet.
My eyes moved across them.
Clear.
Challenging.
Amused.
‘Show me what you got.’
None of them spoke.
That was the best part.
The TV kept playing behind us.
Some dramatic woman gasped on-screen.
Nobody cared.
Finally, Val set her empty glass down.
Slowly.
Her smile returned.
Not pure evil this time.
Worse.
Competitive.
“Oh, Evan,” she said softly. “You really shouldn’t challenge succubi after giving them wine.”
Rivy laughed under her breath and reached for the hem of her messy shirt.
Sera’s eyes gleamed sleepily. “Mhm,” she murmured. “Our turn.”
The room shifted.
Not physically. The table was still there. The wine still breathed its expensive scent into the air. The TV still played some dramatic nonsense in the background where a woman was crying prettily near a window because apparently romance dramas loved windows more than healthy communication.
But the atmosphere?
Gone.
Changed.
Hunted.
Val moved first. She rose from her cushion slowly, her loose shirt sliding farther down one shoulder, revealing smooth skin and the deep shadow of her cleavage beneath. She didn’t fix it. She let me see. Let me know she knew I saw.
Rivy followed with no elegance at all and somehow made it hotter. She stretched like a predator, arms above her head, messy shirt lifting enough to reveal the hard curve of her waist, the strength in her stomach, the long bare line of her thighs. Blood still marked one cheek faintly, giving her grin a wild, dark edge.
Sera didn’t stand.
Sera crawled.
Sleepy menace.
Pillow demon.
Tentacle disaster.
She shifted toward me with lazy grace, oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, pale thighs brushing against the cushion as her tentacles rose behind her like silk ribbons with terrible intentions.
My glass stopped halfway to my mouth.
Oh no.
I had made a tactical error.
Val knelt in front of me, close enough that her knees brushed mine. Her fingers took the wine glass from my hand with the same smooth confidence I had used on her earlier. Then she drank from it, eyes locked on mine over the rim.
Not all.
Just enough.
A dark drop of wine clung to the corner of her mouth.
She smiled. “You started this.”
“I was demonstrating.”
“You were provoking.”
“Educationally.”
Rivy laughed from my side, low and rough. “Then learn.”
After those words, their movement went bolder. The game ended and the hunt began.
Val set the glass aside and leaned closer, her breasts pressing against my bare chest, the thin fabric of her shirt the only barrier between us. Her breath carried the expensive wine and something sweeter, spicier, intrinsic to a succubus who wanted badly.
Her hand slid up my thigh. Not to my cock yet. Teasing. Tracing patterns on my pants, making the muscles beneath her touch tense with anticipation.
Rivy moved behind me.
Her hands settled on my shoulders, strong, warm. Her fingers dug into my muscles with just enough pressure to feel delicious, not painful. Then she leaned in, her breath hot against the back of my neck, her body curving around mine like she meant to consume me whole from behind.
The front and back assault wasn't enough.
Sera.
Her tentacles moved, sliding over my legs, cool to the touch then warming against my skin as they explored. One curled around my calf, another traced patterns on my thigh, slowly, maddeningly close to where I was getting hard, but never quite there.