Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users

Ethan didn’t want to stop kissing her.

Lilith didn’t want to be let go.

Her arms were still locked around his neck, her body warm and tight in his lap, chest pressed to his, breath brushing across his cheek.

Their mouths moved slowly, tasting, savoring, their tongues finding each other repeatedly.

She was still close. So was he. Their foreheads rested together, their breath mingling.

Every time his lips pressed into hers, it hit a little deeper.

Meanwhile, Seraphina stayed quiet beside them. One hand rested on Ethan’s chest, fingers splayed over his heartbeat.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. She was watching. Feeling. Reading the way his body responded to every touch Lilith gave him.

Then Ethan’s hands slid down.

Not urgently.

Just because he wanted to do something new.

He used his hands as he moved them under Lilith’s thighs, adjusted his posture, and with a quiet breath, he lifted her.

She made a soft sound in his ear, surprised—but smiling.

He didn’t stand.

He just pulled her forward and placed her on the edge of the table in front of him.

Her body settled there easily. Legs parting on instinct. Hands still in his hair. Silver hair spilling around her shoulders as she leaned back slightly, her knees pressing against his sides again.

Ethan’s hands remained under her thighs, not lifting, just gripping her gently, feeling her smooth skin and the soft, yielding weight of her legs.

Lilith looked down at him, her expression calm, but her crimson eyes were glowing with interest.

The table was not high, but just enough to make her a few feet taller than Ethan.

So he slid closer.

His hands slipped up to her waist, fingers digging in softly.

Lilith then bowed down a little, and Ethan responded as he kissed her again, deeper.

Longer.

Slower.

He took his time, breathing her in.

Her tongue slid along his.

Then her hips rolled against him, once, twice, the contact sending a warm wave through his body.

Seraphina, standing silently, watched every move, her golden eyes fixed, and her pulse racing.

Seraphina, standing silently, watched every move, her golden eyes fixed, her pulse rising with every slow grind of Lilith’s hips.

She didn’t say a word.

But Ethan felt her there—felt the pressure of her presence, the quiet heat behind her stillness.

Lilith kissed him again, slower this time, like she was letting him feel everything from the pace of her breath to the quiet tremble in her thighs.

Ethan kissed back, his lips pressing into hers with a soft hunger. His hands didn’t move from her waist. He liked feeling her there, grounded, warm, wrapped around him.

Then Seraphina moved.

Quietly.

Smoothly.

She knelt beside the chair without a sound, slipping under the table without asking, without hesitation.

Ethan felt her before he saw her.

Her hands touched the inside of his knees first. Gentle, but confident.

His breath caught.

Lilith smiled against his lips.

"She’s fast tonight," she whispered.

Ethan didn’t answer. His head leaned forward, resting lightly against Lilith’s chest as his hands slid up her back. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close.

Below the table, Seraphina found her spot.

The heat coming from the space between his thighs was obvious.

Ethan tensed for a moment as he felt her lips graze his shaft, warm and slow. Then her tongue pressed along the side, trailing up to the tip, where it paused, tasting.

Lilith kept her arms wrapped around his neck. Her eyes glowed bright as she watched, her gaze focused and intent.

The wet heat of Seraphina’s mouth sent a rush of blood through Ethan’s body. His muscles tensed, and his fingers tightened around Lilith’s thighs, his breath getting deeper, rougher.

He opened his legs even more, giving Seraphina room.

And the movement only encouraged her as she crawled a little bit forward so that she could do it better than before.

Her tongue circled the tip, her lips parted, and she took him slowly.

First, just the tip, sliding up and down.

Then the rest, taking him deep.

Her throat opened and adjusted around him.

She moved in one long, smooth motion.

Tight.

Wet.

Warm.

He shuddered and closed his eyes, a groan escaping him as he gripped her thighs tighter.

His mind went blank for a moment, his focus narrowing to the softness of her mouth and the pressure of her lips.

Seraphina didn’t wait.

Her hand joined in.

It wrapped around the base, gripping gently.

Then her lips followed, sliding up and down in rhythm.

Lilith stayed still, her arms wrapped around him, watching closely, her face close to his, her breath touching his neck.

Ethan then moved his hands higher as he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer while he also moved closer causing his dick to go even deeper inside Seraphina’s mouth.

Lilith smiled as their hips collided. "That’s a new angle," she whispered, her voice low and warm.

Seraphina couldn’t see them. But her movements grew slower, like she was savoring every moment.

Lilith kept her arms around his neck. "Tell me what you feel," she murmured, her breath soft against his skin.

Ethan didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin.

His face dipped toward her chest, and she didn’t stop him. She welcomed it—arched into it slightly, drawing him closer. Her G-cup breasts sat high and full, the shape of them round and inviting, soft in a way that made him forget everything else.

The heat of her body, the faint rhythm of her breath, and the way her skin gave just a little under his cheek was all too much.

There was a scent there, too. Subtle. Clean. Something like warm skin and the faintest touch of perfume—maybe roses, maybe something sweeter. He couldn’t tell.

He didn’t want to tell.

He just wanted to be closer.

He buried his face in her cleavage, slowly, like sinking into something comforting and sinful all at once. The feel of her breasts cradling his head—soft and plush—made his mind blur.