Strongest Incubus System

Elizabeth spoke to herself in an almost feline outfit, her dress fluttering lightly around her. Unhurriedly, she began walking toward the door, her heels echoing through the hall, each step marking the authority she wielded there.

”Come with me,” I tried, without even looking back, as if assuming Aria and Damon would already follow without question.

Aria moved hesitantly, still digesting the order, while Damon declared himself with restrained calm, the weight of silence enveloping him like invisible armor.

As they walked through the mansion’s corridors, Elizabeth began to explain, her voice mixing didacticism with an almost maternal tone, as if revealing a hidden secret.

”As I said, an Incubus does not feed on flesh, nor plants, nor any physical substance that a human values. They consume the essence that living beings emanate: vital energy, raw emotions, the fire that pulses in their hearts.”

She paused, gripping the handle of a wide door decorated with arcane symbols.

”That’s why that food you tried was useless. Your body no longer allows that energy. You’re doomed to hunger while others satisfy themselves with trivialities.”

Elizabeth opened the door and revealed a room unlike anything Damon had expected. Walls covered in dark fabrics and mirrors, soft, diffuse lighting that still pulsed with its own light. A black leather divan, tables with small, smoking jars and a collection of scented candles, a heart-shaped bed with a mirrored ceiling...

”This is the room where he will feed,” Elizabeth said, a faint smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ”Here, we have everything Damon needs to extract what he needs—without destroying those around him.”

Aria entered cautiously, her eyes still holding that mixture of fear and determination, while Damon watched everything silently, analyzing every detail.

’And to think my first time would be in a... strange magical world run by a strange woman, with a maid who wanted to kill me for a few hours...’ Damon thought.

She then sat on the divan and looked at Aria. ”Take off your clothes.” She tried to smile.

Aria froze, her face pale as if the order carried a weight she hadn’t expected to carry. Her eyes fixed on Elizabeth, searching for some flaw, some chance of retribution, but found only that firm, implacable smile.

She turned her face to Damon for a moment, his silence filling the space between them with a strange complicity.

Without a choice, Aria began to unbutton the back of her dress, her fingers trembling. The dark stockings slid slowly down her hips to her knees. Everything felt heavy, each movement marked by an almost painful hesitation... if it weren’t for those cut cheeks.

Elizabeth watched intently, satisfied with the silent submission.

”Don’t worry,” she said, her voice sweet, almost soothing, ”this is necessary so you can give your energy in the purest, most direct form. Damon can’t sweeten your body like a vampire—he feeds on your essence, on the emotions you generate. Your surrender must be emotional first and foremost.”

Aria, now in only her bra and panties, sat on the edge of the bed, still visibly uncomfortable.

Elizabeth looked at Damon and saw his eyes. She laughed. ”Fufufu, it seems it’s started.”

Damon’s face was almost sedentary... his violet eyes glowing with a soft, almost hypnotic intensity.

Elizabeth walked to a side table, picking up a small vial that released a light, fragrant smoke. She sprayed the contents into the air between them, and a subtle scent of jasmine and amber filled the room.

”This is a sedative at the same time, a way to amplify emotions and vital energy. Damon will more easily sense what he can consume without hurting you. For you, Aria, it must work like an aphrodisiac.”

Elizabeth then looked at Damon. ”Come closer slowly, and kiss her neck,” Elizabeth tried.

[Mission: First Prey Initiated]

Damon moved away from Aria with slow steps, his eyes still glowing that strange violet. He sat beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Damon’s hand slid gently over her shoulder, an almost casual caress, yet fraught with tension.

He bent his head, breathing deeply against her neck, his lips almost touching her skin.

Aria closed her eyes, a wave of shivers running down her spine at his touch. She couldn’t think anymore; every pore in her body seemed on alert, waiting for his next move.

Damon kissed her neck slowly, almost a feather-light touch, but full of intention. His lips pressed against the warm skin, his tongue darting out for a long, deliberate stroke, following the contours of her jugular vein.

Aria sighed, a sound that combined pain and pleasure. Her body seemed to relax slightly under his touch, her previously rigid muscles now yielding, as if responding to a silent command.

[Touch of Asmodeus, used on target ”Aria Winters”]

Damon continued kissing her neck, moving up to her ear. His hand slid down her body, stopping at the clasp of her bra. With a slight movement, the clasp undid, and the fabric fell away, revealing her breasts.

”You’re much naughtier than I want. I’ll allow it.” Elizabeth watched everything with a satisfied smile, her calculating gaze not missing a single detail. She crossed her legs, attentive.

Damon brought his hand to Aria’s breasts, lightly cupping them. He opened them slowly, almost like a massage. His fingers roamed over her already hardened nipples, playing with them shamelessly.

”Mnnn~