CHAPTER 281: YOU CAN’T BEAT AN INCUBUS IN HIS OWN GAME

Chapter 281 – You Can’t Beat an Incubus in His Own Game

Lux’s cock twitched violently, still hard, still pulsing inside her.

On her side, Rava let out a delighted little laugh. "Naomi’s right. You thought you’d taught us, Lux?" Her tentacles unfurled one by one, curling in the air like serpents waking from sleep. "We’re going to show you what it means to be... outnumbered."

And then they moved.

Rava’s tentacles slid around his thighs, curling up his torso, one teasing over his cock where it was still buried in Naomi. The slick, wet coil stroked him even as he remained inside, the sensation making him groan out loud.

Naomi leaned down, breasts brushing his chest, her tongue flicking across his lips before pulling back just enough to murmur, "You’re not allowed to hold back."

Lux widened his eyes, staring at the two of them—Naomi in front of him, flushed and teasing, Rava to the side with tentacles everywhere. He looked past them, to Sira.

And she was still smirking.

That look—oh, he knew that look.

"Wait," he said slowly, realization dawning. "You—this was your plan?"

Sira tilted her head, unhurried, her hair spilling over one shoulder like a cascade of pride itself. "Of course." She rose gracefully from her seat, hips swaying like a ruler crossing her throne room. "You didn’t really think they’d come to you without my... encouragement, did you?"

Lux groaned. "You know you can’t beat an incubus in his own game, right?"

"I know," Sira murmured, her smirk deepening as she came to the edge of the bed. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "But I’m Pride, Lux. And pride always knows how to play games."

And then—Naomi and Rava yanked him back.

His body hit the mattress, his cock slipping free of Naomi only to be immediately gripped by Rava’s tentacles. They stroked him, slick and firm, while Naomi straddled his hips again, her breasts brushing his chest as she kissed him hungrily.

Naomi whispered between kisses, "You’re not done... not until we say so."

Her fingers slid down, curling around his length, stroking in tandem with Rava’s tentacles. The mix of silk-smooth skin and slick, writhing limbs made him curse aloud.

"F*ck—"

Rava purred, leaning down to lick his jaw. "Mmm, you like that? Tentacles and soft hands. I’ll make sure you can’t tell which is which by the end."

Naomi smirked against his lips. "I just want to see your face when you finally admit you can’t keep up with us." She pressed her breasts against his mouth, rubbing her hardened nipples against his lips until he groaned and bit one gently.

Lux’s head tilted back, panting, his body responding faster than even he could keep up. His cock was throbbing, leaking, every nerve alive with sensation from the dual attention.

And Sira?

She stood over them, eyes glittering, watching her allies dismantle him piece by piece.

He looked at her through half-lidded eyes, his smirk still defiant despite the pleasure tearing through him. "You’re insane if you think you can hold me down."

Sira’s lips parted in a lazy laugh. "I don’t have to. Look at you, Lux—you’re already letting them."

As if to prove her point, Naomi lowered herself again, sliding his cock back inside her with a deep, slow moan.

Lux groaned, hips jerking up to meet her instinctively. Her walls clenched around him like velvet, hot and wet, her breasts bouncing as she rode him.

Rava laughed delightedly, her tentacles wrapping around Naomi’s hips to help her grind down harder, faster. At the same time, other tentacles stroked Lux’s chest, his thighs, his cock whenever Naomi lifted off him. One tentacle even slid along his mouth, teasing his lips.

Naomi gasped as she rode him, head thrown back, sweat glistening on her skin. "Lux—you’re so deep—"

Lux’s hands finally snapped into motion, grabbing her waist, forcing her down harder on his cock. She screamed, nails digging into his chest.

"You don’t ride me," Lux growled, voice dark and sharp. "I f*ck you."

And he flipped her, slamming her beneath him again, hips pounding into her with brutal force. Naomi cried out, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

Rava giggled, but her own thighs clenched at the sight. She climbed up beside Naomi, leaning down to kiss her, tentacles still teasing Lux’s cock even as he buried himself in Naomi’s trembling body.

Lux bit down on Naomi’s throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks. "Don’t forget who owns this body," he muttered against her skin.

"Y-you—" Naomi sobbed, legs wrapping tight around him.

The room was filled with cries, moans, and the wet slap of skin.

Sira finally set her glass aside.

She stepped forward, her shadow falling over all three of them. Her gown slipped off one shoulder, her smirk sharp as a blade.

"Enough watching," she murmured. "I think it’s time Pride collected her dividends."

Naomi whimpered. Rava let out a breathy moan. Lux, buried in one and knuckle-deep in the other, tilted his head just enough to meet Sira’s eyes—and smirked like sin incarnate.

"Finally," he growled, lips glistening with Rava’s slick. "Took you long enough."

Sira smirked back, lowering herself to the bed. "Oh, Lux. You have no idea what long enough means... yet."

And just like that—

The merger was complete.

Three women. One incubus.

No survivors.

The board meeting from hell had officially begun.

Lux barely had time to smirk before Sira finally moved.

Not delicately. Not shy. Not even with the playful edge Naomi and Rava had. No—Sira was Pride. And Pride didn’t whimper. Pride didn’t beg. Pride didn’t wait.

She pushed Naomi and Rava aside with a single graceful motion, straddling Lux’s hips like she owned them. Her thighs pressed tight around him, her nails sliding up his chest, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

"Oh," Lux breathed, grinning despite the ragged state of his body. "Here comes the audit."

Sira smirked. "Not audit. Takeover."

And then she slid down on him.

No hesitation. No teasing. Just raw, commanding possession.