Strongest Incubus System-Chapter 186: Compatibility Test (R-18)

Damon remained silent for a few seconds after her last sentence.

There was no provocation there. No trap.

Just truth.

He relaxed his posture slightly, resting his forearms on his legs, and let out a slow sigh.

"So..." he finally said, with a tired half-smile. "I think it’s fair to start the right way."

He turned slightly in bed to face her better, maintaining a respectful distance.

"My name is Damon. Just Damon."

She observed his face for a moment longer than necessary, as if memorizing every detail. Then she nodded slightly.

"Lily," she replied. "That’s the name I chose to use among humans... and allies."

"Nice to meet you, Lily."

"The pleasure is mine," she said, and this time the smile was simple. Almost shy.

There was a brief, comfortable silence. The rare kind that doesn’t need to be filled.

Lily was the first to speak again.

"I am a faithful follower of Lilith," she said bluntly. "Not just out of devotion... but by choice."

Damon tilted his head, attentive.

"Hm... Lilith," he murmured. ’Where have I heard that name before?’ he wondered.

Her eyes gleamed slightly at the mention of the goddess’s name.

"I prayed," Lily confessed. "A lot. Not in the theatrical way people imagine. Not screaming. Not begging. Just... talking to her. Every day."

She closed her fingers slowly, as if she still felt the weight of the invisible chains.

"In that cage, all I had left was faith and the awareness of who I was. I told her I didn’t want revenge. Nor power. Just... a chance to get out of there without losing myself."

Damon felt a slight tightening in his chest.

"And then we appeared," he said softly.

Lily nodded. "When you two got close at the auction... I felt it. It wasn’t desire. It was relief." She looked him straight in the eye. "It was like someone had answered my prayer, saying, ’I heard you.’"

Damon let out a small sigh, almost a short laugh, and shook his head slightly.

"You’re... quite different from what I imagined," he admitted. "When Elizabeth talked about ’feeding a succubus,’ I thought—"

"That I was going to attack you," Lily interrupted casually, raising an eyebrow. "Push you against the wall, rip your clothes off, and ’feed on’ me."

She made air quotes with her fingers, without any real malice in the gesture. There was even a touch of dry humor there.

Damon blinked once.

Then he laughed, this time for real.

"Yeah... basically that," he confessed. "Past experiences. Reputations. Stereotypes."

Lily tilted her head, observing him with quiet attention.

"I understand," she said. "Most stories about succubi were written by those who were afraid... or guilty. Few bothered to ask."

"And you don’t fit into any of them," Damon commented.

"No," she agreed. "I don’t find pleasure in taking anything by force. Not energy, not will, not dignity." She paused briefly. "Lilith didn’t teach me that."

The goddess’s name echoed in his mind again, now with more weight.

"You speak of her as... someone close," Damon observed.

"Because she is," Lily replied simply. "Not a distant queen on a throne of bones, as they like to portray her. She is choice. Autonomy. Desire that springs from within, not imposed from without."

Damon was silent for a moment, absorbing it.

"I think that explains why you survived," he said finally. "Not just physically."

She smiled slightly, but there was something melancholic in the gesture.

"Surviving isn’t the same as living," she corrected. "But now... maybe I can begin."

He nodded slowly.

"Then let’s do it right," she said. "No forced roles. No strange expectations. Just... two people talking."

Lily visibly relaxed at that, as if an old tension had finally been released.

"That’s it," she replied. "That’s more than I’ve had in a long time."

Silence settled between them again, but now it wasn’t heavy.

Lily remained silent for another second.

Then, suddenly, she clapped once, the dry sound breaking the contemplative mood like a snap.

"Okay," she said, with a smile that wasn’t shy or overly provocative... just decisive. "Now take off your clothes. Let’s have some fun."

Damon’s eyes widened for a moment, clearly taken aback.

"...What?" He stared at her, confused, trying to follow the abrupt change in tone.

"Wait," he continued. "Everything you just said was... what, exactly?"

Lily shrugged calmly.

"True," she replied. "I think that way. Nothing I said was a lie."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze steady.

"But that doesn’t stop me from being interested in someone." A slight smile appeared on her lips. "And, right now, I’m interested in you."

Damon opened his mouth to reply, but didn’t have time.

Lily moved naturally, sitting on his lap as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She adjusted herself calmly, one leg on each side, their bodies close without being aggressive. One hand rose to the nape of his neck, her fingers resting there with calculated lightness.

She brought her face closer, dangerously close.

Damon’s violet eyes reflected hers.

"So I’ll be honest," Lily murmured, her voice low and direct. "Desire, when it’s a choice, can also be gentle."

She tilted her head slightly, keeping her gaze locked on his.

"Shall we test our compatibility?"

The air between them seemed to thicken.

Damon swallowed hard, feeling his heart race, not instinctively... but with consent.

"...You really don’t do anything the way I expect," he replied, with a tense half-smile.

Lily smiled back. "I warned you." She said, pulling him closer and stealing his lips.

The kiss was unexpectedly gentle. The brush of her lips against his was like the touch of a feather. Not a shock, but a delicate suspicion. An open question asking permission to delve deeper.

Damon felt his body tense for a moment, an instinct of resistance that her calm presence gradually soothed.

Lily lightly rubbed her lips against his in a slow, circular motion. Persistent, but patient. Not forcing entry, but making it clear that she wanted to continue.

Damon remained still for a moment longer, his eyes fixed on her. Did this provoke her? No, the gentleness was genuine. There was something about how she was with him, her body soft and confident in his lap, but not pressing him. She was opening the way, of course, but in short steps, giving him time to adjust.

The tension began to dissipate. His lips parted, not by command, but by choice. Allowing her to go deeper.

Lily let out a small sigh, relaxing slightly. Their tongues touched, the first skin-to-skin contact. The interaction was gentle, exploratory. Not dominating, just adjusting. Getting to know the taste, the warmth.

Damon was surprised by the gentleness, the care. Nothing he expected from a succubus. But there was something in her manner, a delicacy that matched the strength he had already felt.

Damon’s hands found her hips on their own. A firm but careful touch. Holding, not squeezing. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Lily sighed softly, her lips pressing against his more intensely. Silent, but clear. Not forcing, just expressing. Physically, emotionally, it was like a sweet unfolding. Their tongues moved in an easy dance, intertwining without haste.

The kiss became more intense. Deeper. Lily’s mouth covered his completely. Their tongues danced in a sensual rhythm. It wasn’t a furious assault, but a meticulous exploration. Everything about her was now in contact with him. Skin against skin, heat against heat.

Damon let out a sound of surprise and pleasure. His body moved, his hips pushing upwards involuntarily. He found the union of Lily’s thighs and pushed hard, seeking more contact. Their hips moved in sync, meeting and separating, in a slow, provocative rhythm.

Lily pulled away slightly. The kiss turned into a series of short, intense kisses. Their mouths touched everywhere. Chin, cheek, neck. Each touch was intense, firm. It was no longer exploration, it was possession.

Damon gasped. His whole body burned with excitement.

He was hard, throbbing. He felt the wetness between Lily’s thighs, warm and inviting. His hips rose and fell, meeting hers in an increasing rhythm.

The kiss intensified, becoming more hungry. Their tongues intertwined in frenzied movements. Their bodies drew even closer, glued together like spouses.

Damon’s hips rose and fell, his rigid member pressing firmly against Lily’s clitoris. A moan escaped Lily’s throat, the sound muffled by the kiss. Her hips moved in response, lowering to meet his.

The rhythm quickened, becoming faster. More intense. The air was thick with lust. The scent of their arousal was strong, mingling with the smell of their sweat.

Lily broke the kiss, breathless. "Haah... Ahh..." Her lips were swollen and moist, glistening with saliva and other substances.

She bit Damon’s lower lip, pulling firmly before releasing. They looked at each other for a moment, both breathless and aroused.

"I’m hungry now..." Lily smiled, a predatory grin.

She unzipped Damon’s pants and pulled his member out.

"Wow... it’s big." It was obvious how hard he was. An exaggerated erection, throbbing with excitement.

She wrapped her fingers around him, caressing him from top to bottom. Gently at first, but then with more force. "You have a good grip," she said.

"S-slowly," Damon groaned loudly, his hips moving upwards, pushing against her hand. His veins throbbed with anticipation.

"Enjoy it," Lily smiled back, as if she knew he was losing control. Her hand continued to move up and down his length, pressing harder with each movement.

His hips rose and fell, moving with her hand. His thighs were wet with excitement, glistening in the low light. The scent was everywhere, a mixture of sweat and sex. A haze of lust that filled the air.

Damon’s hips rose and fell faster and faster, moving in sync with her hand. His muscles contracted and relaxed in spasms.

Lily pressed the head of his member with her thumb, rubbing the sensitive tip firmly. Damon’s whole body trembled, moving with her hand.

His vision blurred. His veins throbbed, all of them. His pulse was racing, blood pounding in his ears. His hips rose and fell in erratic movements, out of sync with her hand.

He gasped loudly, his breath ragged. His eyes closed for a moment, his face contorted in a mask of pure pleasure.

Suddenly, he came.

A hot, thick gush of semen ran down her hand and hit her thigh. His hips continued to move for a few moments, pushing into her hand, draining every drop of the orgasm.

He opened his eyes, panting. He looked down at the sight of her hand and thigh covered in his semen. He smiled faintly.

Lily smiled back, moving to clean it with her hands. She used her fingers to wipe away the mess and bring it to her lips.

Lily licked her lips in approval before pulling her hand away. She watched him with a warm, satisfied look.

Her hips still moved slowly, pushing against his thigh even after her orgasm. His member throbbed with each movement, a persistent throbbing of pleasure.

"Shall we test my insides?" she asked, removing her clothes completely and positioning herself for him to slide inside her.

Their bodies intertwined as one, their most intimate parts united in perfect union.

"It hurts a little," she commented, "But it’s delicious..."