The Incubus System Chapter 764. One-person Party (Patreon)

The Incubus System Chapter 764. One-person Party

"Ughh..." I groaned, feeling something inexplicably tickling my body.

"Seriously, just let me sleep," I grumbled to myself, half aware of the sensation. I tried to brush it off and drift back into slumber, but it was no use. The tickling only intensified, sending a warm sensation coursing through me. It was a strangely familiar feeling that seemed to ignite me from within.

Reluctantly, I forced my heavy eyelids open, my consciousness slowly returning. As I became more alert, I realized the source of the tickling sensation was coming from the lower part of my body. It was kind of disrupting my sleep, but oddly enough, it felt strangely pleasant—so I wasn't too upset about waking up this way.

I realized I had a visitor—a very enthusiastic visitor—who was doing some serious work on my manhood. It was like an one-person party down there!

A grin spread across my face as my hand reached down, finding the tender touch of someone working on my hard manhood. She bobbed back and forth, her technique driving me closer to the edge. I knew I was just a few seconds away from reaching that glorious release.

"Harder," I whispered, my voice laced with pleasure. I figured I'd let her take charge while I enjoyed the ride, being a bit of a lazy bum at the moment. My fingers gently stroked her hair, giving them a silent encouragement to keep going.

As the sensations surged, something niggled at the back of my mind. I realized there weren't any fox ears on this person—wait a minute! That meant it wasn't Foxy, as I had initially assumed.

I jolted awake, my eyes flying open as I felt a sensation that was both unexpected and mind-blowing. I glanced down to find Celia, her focus entirely on my hard flesh. My initial shock was mixed with remnants of sleepiness, creating a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

"You know, I totally thought you were Foxy," I confessed, trying to make sense of the situation.

Celia looked up at me, her eyes narrowed in irritation. She didn't seem thrilled with my admission. To make her point, she decided to give me a vigorous suck on my cock, her tongue teasing my glans as if she was on a mission to extract every last drop of pleasure from me. The unspoken words "Shut up!" were crystal clear in her intense gaze.

"Ngh!" I groaned, flopping my head back onto the bed as the pleasant stimulation flowed from beneath me. It wasn't every day she treated me to this kind of attention, and I was loving every moment of it.

As the movements intensified, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. I decided to heed her unspoken command and kept my mouth shut, letting the sounds of our pleasure fill the room. The only noises were the ragged rhythm of my breath and the clicking sound of her mouth and tongue working their magic. It was beyond fantastic, it was spellbinding.

Time seemed to slip away as the sensations intensified, and before I knew it, I was teetering on the edge of blissful release. With one final rush of pleasure, I spilled all my load down her throat, my body trembling with the force of it.

"You woke me up nicely," I panted, a satisfied smile gracing my lips as I glanced down at her.

She pulled away from me, shooting a glare that could melt steel. "Blame yourself for it. Why on earth are you sleeping naked?" she complained, crossing her arms in frustration.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the tension. "Look, I was wiped out last night, okay? All that mind-reading I had to do with those politicians drained me more than usual," I confessed, rubbing my temples. It certainly took a toll on my energy levels.

As my words hung in the air, I glanced at her and couldn't help but notice how put-together she looked. Her clothes were stylish, a cute dress hugging her body just right. Her makeup was subtle yet enhancing, except for the smudged pink lipstick on her lips. She quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand, looking a tad embarrassed.

The sight made me frown.

My frown deepened, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy mixed with confusion. "Why are you all dressed up? Did you go somewhere?" I asked innocently.

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms defiantly. "You promised me we'd go to the theme park today, remember?!" she retorted, her voice tinged with frustration as she pouted.

I let out a sigh, feeling a bit guilty. "Yeah, I remember, but I never thought you'd be all ready and waiting for this early in the morning," I complained.

Her gaze followed my hand, and she gasped in surprise. "Morning?" she repeated, her finger pointing accusingly at the clock. "It's already 10 o'clock, and Tiffany is downstairs," she reminded me with a hint of irritation.

My eyes widened at the realization of how much time had passed. "Seriously? I overslept that much?" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

I spun around to check the clock, and sure enough, she was right. It was already 10:17 AM in the morning. Panic surged through me, making my heart race.

"Oh, crap!" I exclaimed, springing out of bed in a burst of energy. I quickly canceled my incubus form and transformed back into my human self. "I'll be ready in seconds!" I promised, my mind racing to figure out how to salvage the day.

Without wasting another moment, I hurriedly left the room, snatched my towel from the bathroom door, and made a beeline for the bathroom. The clock was ticking, and we had no time to waste. Going to the theme park with Tiffany meant I couldn't use my portal skill or any other demonic abilities. I had to keep things low-key and do everything the old-fashioned way.