Strongest Incubus System

The first ray of dawn light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, tracing pale golden streaks across the room amidst the chaos of rumpled sheets and bodies sprawled on the enormous bed. The air was still warm, heavy, laden with the sweet scent of sweat, skin, and lust that the night had left permeating everything.

Damon awoke slowly, sunk in that delicious exhaustion that comes after hours of excess. Every muscle throbbed in gentle protest, his entire body limp, heavy, satisfied. It was as if his bones had melted within his own flesh.

Before even opening his eyes, he felt it.

Moist heat.

A soft, insistent pressure enveloping his penis with provocative slowness. The rhythmic movement of a greedy mouth, firm and slow at the same time, sending a shiver down his spine that ran from his groin to the nape of his neck.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

His eyes opened slowly, still blurry with sleep. When the vision cleared in the dim light of the room, his chest tightened in a silent jolt.

Lily.

She was between his legs, kneeling on the unmade bed, nestled there as if she belonged. Her fair skin seemed to glow in the dim light of dawn. Her silvery hair cascaded over her thighs and his abdomen like strands of liquid silk. Her delicate face was tilted between his legs, and Damon could see the slow movement of her jaw, the gentle sway of her head, her slender neck tensing each time she swallowed him deeper.

Her lips were sticky, glistening, pressed against his with controlled hunger. Her tongue circled slowly, sliding along the base, rising beneath, teasing every sensitive nerve until it elicited another hoarse sound from him.

”Hnn...” She moaned softly against him, vibrating around his length.

The sound almost made Damon lose the rest of his control.

His body was still wrecked from the previous night, too weak even to lift his hips. But between his legs, the blood began to pulse hard and hot again, responding to that wicked little mouth that worked with patient malice.

He turned his face slowly.

Around him, Elizabeth, Aria, and Ester slept peacefully.

Elizabeth lay on her back, her golden hair spread across the pillow. Aria remained curled up beside her, hidden between sheets and warm skin. Ester slept on her side, breathing softly, a hand over her face.

None of them noticed.

While they all rested exhausted, Lily stole what remained of him.

Of course.

A succubus wouldn’t ignore a room filled with hours of moans, orgasms, and desire spilled into the air. To a creature like her, it must have smelled like a feast.

She raised her eyes.

Deep lavender, shimmering with that strange, lascivious light. When she met Damon’s sleepy gaze, she smiled slowly without letting go of his cock.

Then she sank deeper.

The suction grew stronger, wetter, more obscene.

One of her cold hands moved up her stomach and squeezed his hip. The other disappeared between her own thighs. The discreet movement of her arm betrayed what she was doing to herself while she sucked him.

She touched herself, listening to the small moans she elicited from him.

”Ah... that...” she murmured against him, muffled.

Damon arched his body slightly, an involuntary reflex. The pleasure came in slow, heavy waves, mixed with exhaustion. It was like being drained and fed at the same time. She sucked his energy along with his lust, taking it all in little by little, savoring each reaction.

He let his head fall back onto the pillow, breathing deeply.

The contrast was insane.

Around them, three women slept, serene, satiated.

Between his legs, a hungry creature, on her knees, licking and sucking his cock as if it were the only thing in the world that mattered.

The sounds were minimal.

The wet rustling of her mouth.

Her short, excited breaths.

The deep moans that Damon tried to stifle but couldn’t.

His hand slowly descended to her silvery hair. His fingers sank into that cold, silky mass. He didn’t guide her. He didn’t push her.

He just held her.

Silent permission.

Lily trembled under his touch and moaned loudly against him, making him shudder all over.

Then she sped up.

More greedy. More wicked. More hungry.

Without losing rhythm, without taking her eyes off him, she masturbated between her own legs and swallowed him with indecent devotion.

Lily’s breathing became irregular, interspersed with small, hot waves that she tried to contain against Damon’s skin. The moans, once muffled and discreet, now escaped in hoarse, trembling threads, low enough not to wake the others, but too intense to be hidden. Her hips moved uncontrollably, in an urgent friction against her own soaked hand, as if each second of waiting were torture.

Her lavender eyes, always calculating, were misty.

She released him slowly, her moist lips sliding to the tip before parting. A shimmering line still connected them for a moment. Lily gasped, her chest rising and falling too fast for someone who had always seemed so self-possessed.

”I can’t anymore...” she whispered, almost angry at her own need. ”You’re driving me crazy.”

Damon barely had time to reply.

She climbed onto him in a feline movement, her silver hair falling over his bare shoulders like cold water. With a delicate hand, she guided him to her. The first touch elicited a simultaneous shudder from both of them. Lily bit her lip, closing her eyes.

”Hot...” she murmured. ”Always so hot...”

Then she lowered herself.

Slowly at first, feeling inch by inch, as if she wanted to record every sensation within her own body. Her fingers tightened around Damon’s abdomen as she received him, trembling with the intensity of the desired invasion. When she finally took him completely, a deep, faltering sound escaped her throat, muffled in the silence of the dawn.

She stood still for a moment, breathing heavily.

Inside, she felt consumed by him. Filled to the core, stretched and pulsing around that warm rigidity that made her lose her reason. Each heartbeat seemed concentrated between her thighs.

She opened her eyes and met his.

”Mine...” she whispered possessively, leaning to his lips without kissing him. ”You have no idea what you do to me.”

Then she began to move.

First in slow circles, savoring the friction, drawing small moans from herself that she bit down to stifle. Then deeper. Firmer. The wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting began to fill the room in a dangerous cadence.

Elizabeth stirred on the other side of the bed, sighing in her sleep.

Lily froze for a second, her eyes wide. When she realized she was still asleep, she let out a silent laugh, excited by the risk.

”Quiet...” she murmured to Damon, even though she was the least likely to obey.

His hands moved up to her hips, holding her tightly. The touch made her tremble all over. She thrust deeper, feeling him hit the exact spot that made her lose her voice.

”Ah... not like that...” she moaned softly, covering her mouth. ”You’re going to kill me with lust...”

Her body no longer maintained any rhythm. She rode between slow movements and abrupt descents, guided only by the growing pleasure. Inside, she involuntarily squeezed him in hot, repeated waves, trying to keep him trapped, trying to absorb all of him.

Damon could feel every contraction.

Every tremor.

Each time Lily buried her face in his neck to stifle a louder moan.

”Do you feel this?” she asked in a whisper, almost delirious. ”The way my body feels for you?”

She moved her hips once more, slowly and deeply, and almost whimpered at her own body’s response.

Aria mumbled in her sleep, turning over in the sheets.

Lily bit Damon’s shoulder to keep from moaning too loudly.

”They’re asleep... and I’m here like this because of you...” she whispered, breathless. ”All open... all wet...”

Her rhythm became desperate. There was no more elegance, only hunger. Her hair clung to her damp skin, her breasts rose and fell with her short breaths, and her eyes gleamed with pure loss of control.

When pleasure finally reached her, it came like a brutal wave.

She locked onto him, her fingers digging into his chest, her whole body trembling in successive pulses. A muffled groan escaped against his long, broken neck. Inside, she squeezed him in intense spasms, as if she wanted to rip the last spark of sanity from him.

Then she collapsed onto his chest, trembling and weak.

The room fell silent again, except for their breathing.

A few seconds later, Elizabeth opened one eye, sleepy. She observed Lily sprawled on Damon, still trembling, and gave a lazy smile.

”Dramatic...” she murmured, before turning over and going back to sleep.

Lily laughed softly, exhausted, and kissed Damon’s throat.

”She says that because it wasn’t you who left her like this this morning.”

Damon remained motionless for a few seconds, feeling Lily’s light weight on his chest and the warmth spreading from the other bodies on the unmade bed. The entire room breathed satisfied exhaustion. The morning light slowly filtered through the curtains, gilding bare shoulders, crumpled sheets, and discreet marks left by the night that was too long. To anyone else, that sight might have inspired pride. To Damon, at that moment, it only awakened sleep.

He let out a deep, drawn-out sigh, the kind that comes from the bones.

”I’ve officially given up on the world for a few hours.”

Lily lifted her head, still resting on him, her silver hair falling like a veil on either side of her face. There was a playful glint in her lavender eyes, satisfied and dangerous as always.

”Was that a complaint or a plea for affection?”

”It was a public announcement.” His voice came out hoarse with exhaustion. ”I’m tired. Exhausted. Destroyed. I’m going to sleep in, and anyone who wakes me is in real danger.”

Elizabeth let out a low laugh without even opening her eyes.

”Nice speech. You said that yesterday too.”

”Yesterday I still believed in myself.”

Aria, buried between pillows and half-covered by a sheet that had completely lost its usefulness, murmured something incomprehensible before pulling the fabric up over her face.

”If they speak loudly again, I’ll kill them all.”

Ester opened only one eye, observing Damon with a sleepy, critical expression.

”You’re not going to sleep in.”

”Yes, I am.”

”No, you’re not.”

”Based on what?”

”On the fact that you live surrounded by chaotic women, a mansion full of problems, and people wanting your attention.” She closed her eye again. ”Statistically impossible.”

Lily smiled and traced the tip of her finger across his abdomen.

”I can help keep everyone away.”

”You literally woke me up.”

”Details.”

Damon slowly turned his face to look at her.

”You drained me at dawn.”

She seemed offended.

”What an ugly way to describe intimacy.”

”It was a sensual assault.”

Elizabeth laughed again, now burying her face in the pillow.

”Sensual assault is a great term.”

”I prefer harvest,” Lily said sweetly.

”I prefer silence,” Damon replied.

For a few moments, no one spoke. The room plunged into that rare kind of peace that only exists after excess: bodies too tired to create problems, minds too slow to argue. Outside, birds began to sing in the mansion’s gardens, and some distant servant walked carefully through the corridors.

Then someone knocked on the door.

Three firm knocks.

Damon closed his eyes immediately.

”I don’t exist.”

Another knock.

”Lord Damon?” came Aria’s voice from outside—or rather, not Aria, since Aria was in bed. It was Ingrivid, dry and perfectly lucid. ”You’re already awake. I heard people laughing.”

”Traitor,” Damon murmured to the ceiling.

Cherry appeared soon after in the hallway, her voice easily recognizable by its inconvenient energy.

”I also heard moans, arguments, and the sound of someone losing their dignity. So I assumed they were already awake.”

Damon covered his face with his arm.

”I want to die.”

”Rejected,” said Elizabeth.

Lily slid to the side and stretched languidly across the sheets, utterly shameless.

”Can I send her away?”

”No.”

”Can I scare her?”

”Later.”

Another knock, now more impatient.

”Ingrivid has tea,” Cherry announced. ”And I brought terrible news.”

”If the news is that you’re alive, I already knew.”

”Rude so early. That confirms you’re awake.”

Esther sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.

”Open the door before she blows the house down.”

Aria grumbled under the sheet.

”Tell them we’re dead.”

Elizabeth finally turned onto her back and stretched without any hurry.

”I vote to ignore them until they leave.”

”Me too,” said Damon.

”Your vote doesn’t count,” replied Ester.

Damon pointed to himself, indignant.

”I’m being persecuted in this very bed.”

Lily leaned over and lightly kissed his jaw.

”Sad thing.”

The door slammed shut again.

”If no one opens,” Cherry warned, ”I’ll narrate aloud everything I imagine is happening in there.”

Damon opened his eyes at once.

”This is terrorism.”

He sat up with utter disgust, pulling a random sheet around his waist. Every muscle protested immediately.

”Oh, excellent. My whole body hates me.”

”Natural consequence,” Elizabeth commented.

He pointed to everyone around him.

”Know that none of you protect me.”

”We do,” Lily said. ”Just not from pleasure.”

”Horrible phrase.”

”True phrase.”

Damon got out of bed as if walking to an execution. He grabbed the first shirt he found on the floor, put it on without fastening it properly, and crossed the room to the door. Before opening it, he glanced over his shoulder.

”I officially declare that I’ll be back in that bed in less than ten minutes.”

”Incorrect,” said Esther.

”It’ll take fifteen,” corrected Elizabeth.

”Six,” said Lily.

Aria raised a hand from under the sheet.

”Shut up, everyone.”

Damon opened the door.

Outside, Ingrivid held a tray with a kettle and cups, impeccably dressed as if dawn hadn’t touched her. Cherry stood beside her with a mischievous smile and a pillow under her arm, still wearing the same clothes from the night before.

Cherry’s eyes immediately swept over Damon, disheveled, shirt crooked, marks on his neck, and an expression of utter suffering.

”Wow. Looks like he’s been run over by a brothel.”

Damon took the cup from the tray without asking permission.

”Keep your voice down or I’ll throw you down the stairs.”

Ingrivid entered the room uninvited, observed the scene of scattered bodies and warring sheets, and simply sighed.

”Animals.”

”Good morning to you too,” said Elizabeth.

Cherry peeked behind Damon and smiled triumphantly.

”I knew it! All alive. Unfortunately.”

Damon took a sip of tea, closed his eyes, and pointed to the bed.

”Last warning to the universe: I’m tired, I’m not leaving here until later, I don’t solve crises, I don’t lead anything, and I don’t accept requests.”

Cherry raised her hand.

”I have a request.”

”No.”

”You didn’t even hear.”

”No.”

She smiled even wider.

”Excellent. Then I’ll do it anyway.”

Damon stared into the void for a second, as if reconsidering all the choices of his own life.

Then he turned, walked back to bed, and fell back between the sheets, pulling pillows over his head.

”If the world ends,” he murmured softly, ”wake me up tomorrow.”