The Incubus System Chapter 1127. A Hero Wanna be

The Incubus System Chapter 1127. A Hero Wanna be

Lord Damon’s and Nathan’s PoV

Nathan, oblivious to Damon’s sudden disappearance, was still staring at the monument, arms crossed as he muttered to himself. “What a weird man.” He shook his head, exhaling. “He looked like he was in his thirties, yet he said his son is my age. What a crazy person.” He let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not to mention, what kind of lunatic walks around a park in a full suit like that? He looked like a mafia boss taking a midnight stroll.”

He scoffed, glancing back at the stone monument in front of him. The plaque, weathered by time, carried the story of a long-forgotten battle. The place where one of the great demon lords had been killed.

That was why he was here.

His father had told him the stories, the myths. The tales of great hunters who stood against monsters, against demons who thought themselves untouchable.

And he wanted to be the next.

His goal wasn’t just to be any hunter. No, he wanted to be a hero.

And his target?

The Great Demon.

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Ethan’s PoV

For the next three hours, it was a marathon. One round after another with Puriel and Lilieth. But eventually, even the most fervent storms find their calm, and so did we. The best part? They weren’t fighting anymore. Peace, it seemed, had been brokered on the battlefield of the sheets.

I lay there, sandwiched between them and stared up at the ceiling, catching my breath. The cool air of the room contrasted sharply with the warmth of their bodies pressed against mine.

My head was comfortably nestled between their breasts, a position that under any other circumstances might have felt ludicrous, but now just felt... right. I could hear the steady rhythms of their heartbeats, feel the softness of their skin, and despite everything.

Lilieth’s tail, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. It continued to roam across my abs and crotch, its movements teasing and slow. Puriel’s wing wasn't idle either; it brushed my skin in a way that was almost ticklish, occasionally touching my now limp, wet cock ‘accidentally’.

Taking a deep breath, I finally broke the silence, my voice a mix of amusement and slight exasperation. “Is that not enough for you guys?”

Lilieth chuckled, the sound vibrating against my side. "Oh, darling," she cooed, her fingers tracing a lazy circle around my nipple. "When it comes to you, can there ever be enough?"

Puriel sighed, her breath warm against my neck. "We could ask you the same," she said, shifting slightly to prop herself up on one elbow. Her eyes locked onto mine. "Don't pretend you haven't enjoyed our... attentions."

I couldn’t deny that; the physical evidence had been quite compelling. "I'd be a liar if I said I didn’t enjoy it," I admitted, trying to bring some levity to the conversation.

"Good confession. Now, you just need to catch your breath,” Puriel reminded me.

"Breath is overrated," Lilieth teased, but her eyes softened. She brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her touch gentle. "But we’ll allow you a moment. Just a moment, mind you."

Puriel laughed softly, the sound melodic. "He might need more than a moment, Lilieth. Look at him; he's practically out of his mind with exhaustion."

Lilieth smirked, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my chest as she hummed. "Oh, but we both know he’s not actually tired. His body can go on forever." Her eyes gleamed with something between amusement and satisfaction as she glanced at me. "Isn’t that right, my good boy?"

I could only smile, but inside, my thoughts were in chaos. The problem was… she was right. I was an incubus, so no matter how intense it got, sex wouldn’t actually tire me out. My body was literally built for it. But that wasn’t the issue.

The issue was that I had just remembered where we were.

My house. In the human world.

And, more importantly, I had neighbors.

I froze, my eyes widening slightly as I stared at the ceiling. My mind raced through every single unholy sound that had echoed through the room in the last three hours—Lilieth’s moans, Puriel’s gasps, my own groans. It wasn’t just that we had been loud. We had been ridiculously loud. It had been three hours of moans, cries, and skin slapping against skin. The thought alone made my blood run cold.

‘I’m so doomed,’ I thought.

I slowly sat up, my movements stiff as I processed my imminent social death. "Uh… let’s do it again later, okay? Not now."

Lilieth tilted her head, giving me a look that was equal parts curiosity and mischief. "Why?"

I swallowed hard. "My neighbors might hear us," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. "I don’t want to be their topic. Give me a break."

There was a moment of silence. Then, Lilieth burst into laughter, throwing her head back in pure amusement. "Oh, that’s what you’re worried about?" she said between chuckles.

Puriel’s lips twitched, clearly trying to suppress her own laughter. "I suppose that is a valid concern. Humans do get rather nosy."

"Yes! Exactly!" I said, pointing at Puriel like she had just saved my life. "Nosy! The last thing I need is some old lady asking me why it sounded like a porn shoot happened in my house."

Lilieth sighed dramatically, leaning against me. "Fine," she said, though she didn’t sound the least bit sorry. "We’ll be considerate of your fragile human reputation."

I let out a relieved breath. "Thank you."

I snapped my fingers, my magic swirling around me as my clothes materialized back onto my body. I felt somewhat normal again. Puriel and Lilieth watched me, still lazily draped across my bed like queens lounging in their palace.

Puriel stretched, her wings fluttering slightly before she sat up properly. "Where do you want to go?" she asked.

I stood up, rolling my shoulders. "Grab some snacks. Do you guys want some?"

Puriel shook her head. "I can’t eat human food, remember?"

Lilieth waved a dismissive hand. "Same. I don’t need that kind of sustenance."

I sighed. "Right. Of course. Just me, then."