The Incubus System Chapter 1132. Mommy's Touch I

The Incubus System Chapter 1132. Mommy's Touch I

I barely turned my head before she was stepping inside, her usual graceful movements making it seem like she floated rather than walked.

“Still awake, hmm?” she continued, her voice carrying a mock scolding. “What are you doing up at this hour? Tsk, tsk, I told you, even the prince of the dark dimension needs his beauty sleep. Especially you.”

I exhaled sharply and sat up. “I can’t sleep.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but I heard the sound of soft footsteps, then the dip of my bed as she sat down beside me. The scent of her—sweet, intoxicating, something otherworldly—wrapped around me like silk.

“You look so tense, my sweet boy,” she murmured, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “Ah, don’t try to hide it—I can see it in your eyes. Come here.”

I hesitated, but she didn’t wait for me to decide.

The rustle of sheets, the warmth of her hand as she pulled me closer. Her fingers found my shoulders, her touch light but firm, pressing into the knots of tension that had been there for what felt like forever.

“There we go,” she said, her voice dipping into something softer, something bordering on affectionate. “My, my, your shoulders are so tight. Let me take care of that.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding as her fingers pressed into my muscles, working out the stiffness. I had forgotten how easily she could read me. How, no matter what I said or how much I tried to act like everything was fine, she could always see through me.

“You’ve been carrying too much, haven’t you?” she continued, her fingers kneading into my skin in slow, deliberate circles. “Oh, poor Ethan. You’re trying to be strong, but I can tell… you’re exhausted.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”

She laughed softly. “Oh, my darling, you say that, but your body tells a different story. So stubborn.”

I frowned slightly, but I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. Her touch was comforting in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.

Then she shifted slightly, tilting her head as if considering something. Her voice took on a teasing lilt.

“Is that why you haven’t returned to the demon world lately? Hmm?”

I stiffened slightly.

She noticed. Of course she did.

She leaned in just a little, close enough that I could feel her breath against my skin. “Afraid I’d catch you like this? So vulnerable. So adorably helpless.”

I let out a low groan, tilting my head forward, letting her fingers continue their work. “I’m not helpless,” I muttered.

Lilieth laughed, her voice rich with amusement. “Oh, don’t pout, darling. I’m only teasing. You know I can’t help myself.”

I sighed, my shoulders slumping a little under her touch. "I know," I muttered. "You never do."

She giggled, her fingers trailing lightly along my shoulders, tracing delicate patterns against my skin. Her touch was warm, familiar, and yet it sent a strange shiver down my spine. A mix of comfort and something deeper, something I couldn’t quite place.

"Relax," she murmured, her voice softer now. "Just breathe. That’s it."

I let out a slow exhale, obeying her command without thinking.

"Mmm," she hummed in approval. "Your aura is different now, isn’t it? That nephilim power—it’s intoxicating."

I swallowed hard. "It doesn’t feel that different to me," I admitted.

She chuckled, a deep, knowing sound. "That’s because you’re you, my sweet boy. No matter what you’ve become, no matter how powerful, you’re still my Ethan. My precious little boy."

Something inside me twisted at her words. I didn’t know why. Maybe because I wanted them to be true. Maybe because part of me needed to hear them.

Her fingers trailed up, brushing through my hair, stroking gently as she sighed. "Hmm, do you remember our first?"

I felt heat crawl up my neck. "How could I forget?"

She giggled again, playing with a strand of my hair. "Oh, you looked like such a nice boy back then. So shy, so hesitant. But now… now look at you." Her nails lightly scraped my scalp, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "So tall, so strong. So… delicious."

I tensed at the way she said that, the way the word rolled off her tongue like something forbidden. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I looked away, my jaw tightening.

She sighed dramatically, as if I had just personally wounded her. "You grow up so fast…" she whispered, her fingers trailing down to cup my jaw, turning my face back toward her. Her eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "It’s unfair to your poor mother. I had the sweetest little boy, and now I have this handsome nephilim sitting before me."

I swallowed again, my throat dry. "I… I’m still me," I said, but my voice didn’t sound as certain as I wanted it to.

She smiled, her fingers still gently stroking my jaw. "Of course, darling. And don’t worry," she added, leaning in slightly. "I still know how to spoil you."

I wanted to say something, to deflect, to pull away—but I didn’t. I just let her continue, let her presence wrap around me like a warm, suffocating embrace.

"Close your eyes," she whispered.

I hesitated. "Lilieth, I—"

"Shhh," she hushed me, her voice like silk. "Don’t argue. Just do it."

I let out a shaky breath but obeyed, my eyelids fluttering shut.

"There’s my good boy," she purred.

I felt the bed shift as she adjusted, pulling me closer. The rustling of sheets, the warmth of her body near mine, the faint, intoxicating scent of her—everything made me feel small again, like I was slipping into something beyond my control.

"Let me pamper you, hmm?" she murmured, her fingers threading through my hair again. "You deserve it. All that effort, all that strength you’ve been using…"

I exhaled slowly, sinking into the sensation, letting her voice wash over me.

"You don’t have to be the strong one right now," she continued. "Not with me."