TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (4)

TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (4)

Emma shifted on the couch, cheeks flushed as she raised her hand like we were back in school. “I... I have an idea,” she said, voice trembling but eyes glinting with mischief.

I arched an eyebrow. “Just say it, Emma. We’re not in class here.”

She bit her bottom lip, glancing around at the other girls before speaking. “How about… um… we seduce you? Like, touch you and… you know... use that to arouse your libido?”

The silence that followed was deafening. My heart skipped a beat. 

Then Olivia clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling like she’d just discovered the secret to eternal youth. “That’s a great idea!” she said, sitting up straighter, practically bouncing in place. “I mean, yeah, he’s an incubus, but he’s also just one guy. So if we all go for it at once, it’s bound to work, right?”

I blinked. My mind scrambled to process what was happening here. I wasn’t new to seduction games, but the thought of all of them working together to ‘overload’ me? Yeah, that was enough to make my brain short-circuit.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said, sitting up straighter, eyes darting between their increasingly eager expressions. “Are we seriously talking about… ganging up on me? Like, isn’t this a little backwards?”

Ivy, sitting cross-legged on the floor with that signature devilish smirk, tilted her head and rested her chin on her knuckles. “Well, yeah,” she purred. “But where’s the fun in letting you be the big bad incubus all the time?” Her eyes sparkled with pure mischief. “It’s more interesting if we flip the script. You always act so confident, so in control. What if we tie you up or something?” She tapped her lip thoughtfully, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she could already hear my imagined groans. “Can you imagine the sounds you’d make? Groaning all night, helpless, squirming…”

A vivid, unwelcome image popped into my head. My pulse spiked.

“Sounds like torture,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck, but the mental picture wouldn’t go away. My imagination ran wild: their hands roaming my skin, their voices whispering filthy things into my ear while I was completely at their mercy.

Goddamn it. My body was already reacting to the thought.

Luna leaned against the armrest, twirling a lock of her platinum hair around her finger. “But it would be interesting,” she said softly, her voice carrying that silky, dangerous edge. “You’re an incubus. You won’t get tired. Technically, we could keep going all night.”

The others murmured their agreement, their eyes practically glowing with excitement. My gaze flitted from one face to the next: Emma’s flushed cheeks, Olivia’s giddy grin, Ivy’s wicked smirk, Luna’s calculating amusement, Mia’s giggles, Maria’s predatory hunger.

I was starting to feel less like a demon and more like prey.

Maria, lounging with one leg draped over the other, gave me a slow, sultry smile. Her tongue ran over her bottom lip. “Why can I perfectly imagine us riding you one by one until we milk you dry?” she asked, voice dripping with dark amusement.

I cringed, swallowing hard. ‘Is that even possible?’ I thought internally. But… damn, the image that statement planted in my head hit me like a freight train. Their bodies pressed against mine, one after another, relentless, demanding…

Mia giggled and leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. “She’s got a point, you know. It’s kind of sexy if you think about it. When else are we gonna get the chance to do this with an incubus?”

All of their gazes locked onto me then, eyes glinting like wolves who’d just cornered an unsuspecting rabbit. My throat went dry. I raised my hands, palms out, as if that might help. “Wait, wait, hold on. I’m the incubus here. I’m supposed to act like the perv—”

“Wrong.”

Diamond’s voice cut through. She sat with the deck of cards we’d been using earlier, her expression cool and calculated. With deliberate care, she plucked one from the pile and held it up between two fingers.

“Since this is the last round of the game,” she said, voice dripping with challenge, “how about you act for this role?”

I squinted at the card. My pulse quickened as I read the words.

“You’re an innocent guy with zero experience, desperately trying to sell yourself to a sugar mommy.”

I froze. My stomach dropped.

My mind immediately dragged me back to my very first night as an incubus—when I’d stumbled into this whole mess, stammering like a nervous idiot with my change. The first time I triggered my Incubus Rage and my first sexual experience. The memories came rushing back: the soft scrape of her nails down my back, the whisper of her breath against my ear, and her moans.

“This… this is literally what happened between me and Camila when I first became an incubus…” I muttered.

The room erupted with laughter.

“Ohhh,” Olivia gasped, clapping her hands. “The origin story! The legend of how our innocent incubus got corrupted!”

Camila, who’d been quietly sipping her wine in the corner, suddenly perked up. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she tilted her head. “Wait… so I’m your first?” she asked, eyes glinting with curiosity. “Your actual first?”

I froze, cheeks heating instantly. “Uh… well… yeah, technically.”

Her eyes widened for a moment, then she burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. “I feel honored,” she said with a playful smirk. “I mean, being the first woman to corrupt an innocent incubus? That’s a legacy.”

Emma giggled. “Wait, so Camila really was your sugar mommy?”

“Not exactly,” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck. “It was… complicated.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Ivy grinned, stretching out on the carpet like a lazy cat. “Sounds like you got mommy’d into being a horny demon.”

“I didn’t—” I stopped myself mid-protest and groaned into my hands. “Fine. I’ll play along.”

The girls exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from amused to predatory. I had a bad feeling about this.