The Incubus System Chapter 1133. Mommy's Touch II

The Incubus System Chapter 1133. Mommy's Touch II

I wanted to argue, wanted to tell her that I had to be strong, that I didn’t get the luxury of letting go. But somehow it was so hard. I clenched my jaw, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “I do have to be strong,” I murmured, more to myself than to her.

She made a soft tsking sound, her nails gently scratching against my scalp in slow, deliberate motions. “Feel that?” she murmured. “Just focus on the sensation. Let it carry you away.”

I let out a slow breath, my body betraying me as it relaxed under her touch.

“I’ll make sure you drift off peacefully,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, as if weaving a spell.

My heart ached at those words.

“You’ll wake up feeling stronger, more focused,” she promised. “Ready to conquer whatever comes next.”

I wanted to tell her I didn’t need her to do this, but that would be a lie. I did need this. I needed someone to hold me up when I felt like I was slipping. I needed to be Ethan again, even if just for a moment.

But for now…

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her fingers lulling me into a drowsy haze. “My little Nephilim.”

I let out a slow breath, my body caught in that fragile state between exhaustion and something dangerously close to comfort. My mind wanted to resist, to argue, to say that I wasn’t little anymore, that I had responsibilities, burdens, and a reality that didn’t allow for moments like this.

But my body? My body gave in.

Lilieth chuckled softly, her tone dipping into something playfully possessive. “Don’t give me that look. I’ll always take care of you, no matter how powerful you become. That’s what mothers do, isn’t it?”

I sighed, tilting my head slightly. “You’re not just any mother.”

She hummed, a pleased sound. “That’s true. Even succubus mothers. Maybe… especially succubus mothers.”

I opened my eyes, meeting hers with a tired but knowing gaze. “You make it sound like you have a divine duty or something.”

She smirked. “Oh, I do. You, my darling, are my responsibility, my beloved son. I must ensure you are well in every way.”

I snorted lightly, shaking my head. “That’s a weird way to put it.”

Her nails traced lightly against my scalp. “Is it? I think it’s quite fitting. You’re always so tense, so caught up in things far bigger than you should have to deal with. But I’m here, aren’t I? To make sure you don’t drown in it all.”

I exhaled again, my shoulders sinking further into the mattress. “You talk like I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

She laughed, low and sweet. “Do you?”

I turned my head slightly, my expression caught between amusement and something more thoughtful. “…Probably not.”

But something lingered in my mind. The way she spoke, the teasing lilt in her voice—was that all this was? Just teasing? A game to see how much she could fluster me before she left me hanging?

I exhaled sharply, glancing at her with narrowed eyes. “Are all of these just your teasing? You just want to see me squirm and then leave me hanging?”

Lilieth hummed softly, her touch never pausing as her nails continued their slow, rhythmic strokes against my scalp. The sound of her amusement faded into something more indulgent, more knowing.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she murmured, her voice dipping lower, wrapping around me like silk. “I won’t leave you hanging. I never do that, right? I will satisfy you~”

I blinked, the haze in my mind briefly interrupted. I turned my head, squinting at her. “So you do want an additional round?”

She chuckled, her fingers trailing down the side of my neck, feather-light and deliberate. “What I mean is… giving you the comfort you need.”

I swallowed, my chest tightening in a way I didn’t fully understand.

She tilted her head, her golden eyes gleaming as she leaned in just slightly, her breath warm against my skin. “You do need it, right?”

My throat felt dry, my body betraying me by leaning into her warmth, despite the conflicting emotions swirling inside me.

“…Maybe,” I admitted, my voice softer than I intended.

I frowned slightly, my mind catching up to what she was implying. “Did you overhear my conversation with Celia?”

Lilieth tilted her head, her smile enigmatic. “Let’s pretend I didn’t.”

I exhaled a long breath, pressing my fingers to my temple. “I knew it…”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “You mad?”

I shook my head, but my face felt warmer than I liked. “No. It’s just… embarrassing.” I sighed, tilting my head back against the pillow. “I don’t like looking weak.”

Lilieth chuckled softly, brushing a strand of my hair away from my face, her touch light but deliberate. “Oh, my sweet boy… why would you think of it as weakness?”

I let out another breath, staring at the ceiling. “Because it is.”

Her fingers traced along my jaw, tilting my chin slightly so I had to look at her. “Wanting comfort? Wanting someone to lean on? That's a weakness?”

I clenched my jaw. “It feels like it.”

She sighed, her expression softening, though the teasing glint never fully disappeared from her eyes. “You’re so much like him, you know?”

I frowned. “Like who?”

She smiled, dragging her nails lightly across my scalp again, soothing. “Your father.”

I stiffened, my body tensing instinctively. “Lord Damon? I’m nothing like him.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh, darling, you are. The way you carry everything on your shoulders, the way you think you have to be untouchable. Unshakable. But even the strongest need rest.”

I looked away, staring at a distant point in the room. “I don’t know how to.”

Her touch became gentler, almost maternal in a way that made my chest tighten. “Then I’ll teach you.”

I swallowed, my throat feeling tight. “Why?”

Her gaze softened. “Because you’re my son. And I love you.”

My breath hitched, and I hated how those words made something inside me twist.

Love.

No…

Motherly love to be precise…