The Incubus System Chapter 1135. Two Mothers

The Incubus System Chapter 1135. Two Mothers

I was running.

The world around me was blurry, shifting between colors and shapes that didn’t quite make sense. My small legs stumbled over something invisible, my breath hitching as I felt my knees scrape against rough ground.

I looked down at myself.

Tiny hands.

Dirty clothes.

Tears stung my eyes, hot and overwhelming, as I scrambled back up and kept moving forward. My chest ached, not from exertion, but from something else—something deeper.

Then, I saw her.

My human mother.

She stood ahead of me, facing away, her silhouette cast long and dark against the shifting backdrop of this… dream? Memory? I wasn’t sure anymore.

“Mommy!” I whined, my voice high-pitched, still filled with the innocence of childhood.

She turned, her face blank. No warmth, no relief at seeing me—just… nothing.

I reached for her, my tiny fingers stretching desperately. I needed her to hold me, to tell me it was okay, to remind me that she loved me.

But instead— She shoved me.

Hard.

I stumbled back, my small body barely able to hold itself up. I gasped, looking up at her with wide, teary eyes.

"I'm really tired of you,” she said, her voice flat, distant. “How long will you be weak like that?"

I couldn’t breathe.

"You will never be anything, Ethan."

Then, she turned and walked into the shadows, her figure fading as if she had never been there at all.

I just there, frozen.

The world felt empty. Cold.

I looked down at my trembling hands, her words sinking deep into my chest.

I knew this was a dream. I knew this was just my mind playing tricks on me. But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

A soft shuffle of movement broke through the silence.

Then— A hand. A hand reaching out toward me.

I hesitated before looking up, expecting to see her again.

But it wasn’t my human mother.

It was Lilieth.

She stood there, calm, warm, her expression filled with something I didn’t recognize right away.

“Get up, Ethan.”

Her voice was steady, confident, as if she had never doubted me for a second.

I stared at her. My small hands curled into fists. My body still shook, but— I reached for her hand.

And suddenly, I wasn’t a child anymore.

My voice changed—deeper, rougher, belonging to the man I was now. “Mom?”

She smiled. “You are stronger than you think. Don’t be afraid.”

I took her hand, and the warmth of it burned through the cold that had settled in my chest.

And then, just like that— I woke up.

Not because I wanted to. My body was heavy, my limbs refused to move, and my mind was still swimming in that strange dream. But that wasn’t what pulled me from my sleep.

It was the sensation.

A tickling along my neck. A roaming touch against my chest. A wet heat sliding over my cock.

I let out a groggy groan, my head lolling to the side as my eyes struggled to peel open. “Ugh…”

Morning sunlight poured in through the windows, golden rays spilling across the room. It would’ve been a peaceful moment if not for the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

Then, I felt it again. A hot, slick movement, her tongue gliding along my shaft, her hand gripping the base, stroking slowly.

Lilieth.

Her long hair cascaded over my stomach, her warm lips wrapped around me as she sucked lightly, teasing. Her crimson eyes flicked up, locking onto mine as a wicked smirk curled at the corners of her mouth.

Her tail—oh, that damn tail—coiled around my neck, the soft tip tracing lazy patterns over my skin before sliding down to my chest, dragging along my collarbone. It sent little jolts of sensation straight to my core.

I sucked in a breath, barely able to process what the hell was happening.

Her hand moved from my length, gliding up to my abs, fingers tracing each ridge, then down to my inner thighs, her nails barely grazing my skin.

“Morning, darling,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. She gave a slow, deliberate lick up my shaft before pulling back slightly. “I’m having my breakfast right now. I hope you like it.”

Like it?

I groaned, my fingers gripping the sheets as I tried to catch my breath. “Break—” My voice cracked embarrassingly. “Breakfast?”

She chuckled, completely unbothered by my flustered state, her tongue flicking out over the tip, savoring the reaction it earned.

I gasped.

“You didn’t answer,” she teased, tilting her head as if she was genuinely waiting for my response. “Do you like it?”

I swallowed hard, my body practically trembling under her touch. “I like it,” I admitted, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

Her smirk widened. “Good.”

Then she doubled down.

Her lips wrapped around me again, taking me deeper, her head bobbing at a slow, torturous pace. Her tail tightened ever so slightly around my neck, just enough to make me hyper-aware of her every movement. The pressure, the warmth, the sheer skill in the way she used her mouth—it was overwhelming.

I groaned again, my hips bucking slightly, and she hummed in approval.

Her mouth worked magic, teasing, sucking, and making me feel way too good for this early in the morning. I barely had time to process what was happening before she took me deeper, her warm lips gliding effortlessly down my length.

A loud moan ripped from my throat before I could stop it, and panic kicked in. My hand slammed over my mouth, my eyes widening.

‘Damn it—she’s too good!’

No, scratch that. She’s a damn pro.

Every movement, every flick of her tongue, every calculated squeeze—it was like she knew my body better than I did. And the worst part? I loved it. I was completely at her mercy, and my body demanded more.

Then, just when I thought she was going to take me all the way—she stopped.

I nearly whined.