Chapter 48. Wanna Bang?
Succubi Chapter 48. Wanna Bang?
The bath was over.
Steam had started to fade, leaving behind that lingering warmth on my skin and a distinct floral-soap scent in the air. The enchanted tiles underfoot had cooled a little, and somewhere off in the dorm’s hall, I could hear faint chatter—probably someone heading toward dinner.
I grabbed a towel and started drying off.
Val did the same, patting her hair with the same casual confidence. Like standing here naked next to me was no different from brushing her teeth.
Meanwhile, I was fighting a whole different kind of battle.
I glanced over—just once. Just a peek.
Bad idea.
The water had stopped. The fog was gone. The magic mist had lifted.
And Val?
Yeah, she was gorgeous. Her body was toned, athletic but soft in all the right ways. Her curves were sharp and smooth at the same time, like her creator couldn’t decide between “assassin” and “centerfold” and just… went with both. Her chest was generous, unapologetic, and bouncing slightly with every movement. And down there?
I won’t lie.
I looked.
I’m a nineteen-year-old guy, not a monk. Okay, correction, demon, not a guy.
And yeah… my little brother decided to rise to the occasion.
I groaned internally. ‘Nope. I’m not letting this shit get in my head.’
But the more I tried to ignore it, the harder—literally—it got. My towel wasn’t helping. And my boxers? Let’s just say the fabric was currently rejecting service.
So I did the only logical thing a totally rational, possibly cursed hell prince would do.
I turned to Val and said, “Hey, Val. Wanna bang?”
She froze.
Like… fully froze. Towel mid-air. Eyes blinking like she just got hit with a flashbang.
“What kind of question is that?” she asked, voice cracking just a little.
“A straightforward one,” I said with a shrug, like I’d just invited her to grab a smoothie or duel me in the arena. “You walked into my bath, stared at my everything, helped scrub me like a lost puppy, and now my brain and my lower half are fighting for dominance.”
I dropped my boxers and showed her my half-erect cock.
It was a bold move.
Stupid?
Maybe.
But bold.
“So yeah,” I continued, giving her a flat stare. “Take responsibility. At least acknowledge that this guy’s half-awake because of you.”
Val’s jaw moved—but no words came out.
I knew how absurd it sounded.
But to be fair, so was everything she had done up to this point. It’s not like I planned to jump her. But I needed clarity. Lines. Some kind of rulebook. Because succubi? They operated on different logic.
If she were human, this whole scene? Walking into a guy’s bath, rubbing him down, letting the steam clear?
That’s a full-on invite.
But succubi?
Were they just like… chaos incarnate?
“Look,” I said, tone calmer now, “if we were actually dating, I’d probably just seduce you right here. But I’m not an asshole. I’m not gonna touch you unless you want it. I just need to know… is this part of some long game? A tease? A test? Or are you actually interested?”
Val’s expression shifted.
The flustered blink vanished. Her arms dropped slightly. The towel still clung loosely to her curves, but her posture… changed.
Calmer.
More real.
“I…” she started, then stopped. “I wasn’t expecting you to ask.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to bathe me.”
“Touché.”
Silence lingered.
Then, quietly, she said, “You know I’ve never… done it before, right?”
“Lilith told me.”
“Of course she did,” Val groaned.
Val let out a breath and met my gaze. “I’m not… teasing you. It’s just… I like being around you. And yeah, sometimes I push too far. Maybe I wanted to see what kind of guy you were.”
“And?”
She smirked, but softer this time. “You passed.”
I tilted my head. “Because I asked to bang?”
“No,” she said, stepping forward. Her towel loosened slightly, but she didn’t fix it. “Because you didn’t treat me like an object. Even when you were obviously… you know.”
“Pitching a tent?”
“Gods, don’t say it like that,” she said, laughing despite herself.
“You want a serious answer?” I asked.
She nodded.
I stepped closer too. “Val, we have just met each other. I’m not sure if you want me. Or if you’re just used to having people want you. There’s a difference.”
She stared at me, eyes wide.
“You’re a succubus,” I said. “You’re hot. Intense. Confident. Guys fall over themselves for you. But I’m not like most guys.”
“You’re the anomaly.”
“Exactly.”
She bit her lip. “So you want me to say it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m… curious,” she admitted. “About what it’d be like. With you.”
I stared at her for a beat, heart thumping louder than it had during the demon fight.
Val—deadly, confident, untouchable Val—was now blushing. Blushing.
And that alone should’ve been enough to shut me up, nod politely, and escort her to dinner like a gentleman.
Instead, I huffed, raising an eyebrow. “So that’s a no, then?”
She blinked, flustered. “No… I mean—no, it’s not a no.”
Her voice dropped softer, a little breathier.
“…It’s just—you need to seduce me first.”
…
My mouth twitched.
Seriously?
Here I was—trying. I tried to be polite. I tried to give space. We’d only met yesterday, for hell’s sake. And now she was standing there, hair still damp, towel wrapped dangerously low, telling me she wanted me to make the first move.
So she liked the game, huh?
Fine.
Challenge accepted.
I took a slow step forward.
She didn’t back away.
Another step.
Her blush deepened.
I let my voice drop just a little, smirking. “Then let’s stick with what I said last night.”
Her breath hitched.
“You’ll take responsibility,” I said, closing the gap between us, “for seducing me… and for trespassing while I was bathing.”
Before she could speak, I reached out, gently—but firmly—grabbing her wrists and lifting them above her head.
Her back lightly hit the marble wall, steam curling around us again, and her eyes widened as I leaned in, not breaking eye contact.
“And,” I added, voice low near her ear, “I’ll punish you. Just a bit.”
Her lips parted.
I leaned in closer, my breath grazing the shell of her ear. “Don’t expect me to be gentle for this one.”
She shivered.
Not from fear. From anticipation.
Her body arched just slightly against mine, instinctively, like she was caught between running and pulling me closer.
Her towel started to slip—just slightly.
Gravity kissed the edge, slow and deliberate, and I didn’t stop it.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t rush.
My lips brushed hers again—teasing, reverent, dangerous.
Because this wasn’t a kiss between students in a dorm.
It wasn’t even a kiss between demons pretending to be human.
This?
This was a claim.
My hands still held her wrists above her head, the tension between our bodies now humming—tight, coiled, ready to snap. Her breath hitched in my mouth when I deepened the kiss, when I tilted her head just so, tasting not just her lips but the quiet desperation she tried to hide beneath them.
When we broke apart, she stared at me like I was something holy she wasn’t allowed to touch.
And maybe that’s what I liked about her.
“I’m not done,” I whispered, my voice low—rough silk laced with heat. “Not until you forget how to stand.”
Her knees buckled slightly.
But I held her steady.
I leaned in again, this time trailing my lips to the line of her jaw, to the slope of her neck. I kissed softly—then again, deeper, just beneath her ear. I lingered there.
Then let my teeth graze her skin.
She gasped. Quiet. Controlled.
But her thighs pressed together.
And her chest rose higher.
“Don’t move,” I whispered against her pulse.
“I—”
“Not until I say so.”
I pulled back just enough to watch her reaction. Her eyes fluttered, chest heaving, towel threatening to give in completely.
“I mean it,” I said. “You move… I'll stop.”
She bit her lip and nodded, lips trembling slightly. Her wrists were still above her head, even though I wasn’t holding them anymore.
Good girl.
I continued downward, tracing the path between her collarbones with my mouth. Her skin was warm, still dewy from the bath, tasting of lavender and something uniquely her. I kissed the curve of her shoulder, slow and hungry, then down the center of her chest, letting my breath tease where my lips didn’t.
Every sound she made—every tiny gasp, every held breath, every twitch—went straight to the fire building low in my gut.
Still she didn’t move.
But her body? Her body begged.
“Do you know,” I murmured, lips trailing lower, “how many times you’ve been teasing me since I met you?”
“I—”
“I said don’t move,” I repeated, letting my thumb graze the underside of her breast. “You don’t get to speak, either.”
Her mouth fell open. But she nodded.
Obedient.
Yet her eyes never left mine. Fierce. Burning.
This wasn’t just lust. This was a challenge. A game. A battle of control between a demon born of combat and a prince born of sin.
And she wanted to lose.
She just didn’t know it yet.
I let my teeth graze lower, over her ribs, down the side of her waist. I took my time, tracing the lines of her body like I was memorizing her.
Because I was.
And every part of her—every gasp, every tremble—was a prayer I planned to answer.
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