Incubus Ascension-Chapter 11

I walked straight up to Beatrix and said, "We need to talk."

Liam reached back and pushed the office door shut behind him.

She was standing behind the counter with her arms crossed, already hitting him with that sharp, no-nonsense stare. "What is there to talk about?"

Liam took a slow breath, trying to keep his voice from shaking even though his heart was slamming against his ribs like it wanted out.

"I’m being chased."

Her eyebrow climbed. She looked half skeptical, half curious. "Oh? By who?"

"I can’t tell you." Liam shook his head quickly.

"Seriously. For your own sake, I can’t drag you into the details."

She studied him for a couple seconds, eyes narrowed like she was trying to read fine print on his face. "And you want... what? To hide here?"

"Yeah. Just for a little while. I need to stay in your place."

Beatrix didn’t answer right away. She tapped one fingernail against the wooden counter, tap, tap, tap, thinking.

Then she tilted her head a little. "Why should I help you?"

Liam stepped closer until the counter wasn’t separating them anymore. "Because I know why you took those pictures of me.

You’ve got your own reasons, ulterior motives, whatever you want to call it.

So let’s make a deal. Help me now, and I’ll owe you one. A real favor. Anything." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

She gave him a long once-over, like she was sizing up a used car she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy.

After what felt like forever she let out a tired sigh. "Fine. You can stay."

Liam almost exhaled in relief, but before the feeling could really settle she raised one finger.

"But," she said, voice firm again, "we’re setting some ground rules. You don’t get to just freeload."

Liam stood there and listened. With every new rule her tone got harder and he was pretty sure his face got darker.

By the end he just nodded. What choice did he have?

Later that evening, after she flipped the closed sign and locked up, Liam was in the small kitchen upstairs in her apartment.

Apron tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing the last of the dinner plates in the sink.

Beatrix wandered in, leaned against the doorway, and let out this quiet little laugh when she saw him standing there like a house husband.

Liam glanced over his shoulder. "What?"

She walked over, picked up the plate he’d just rinsed, held it up to the light. "You missed a spot. Right... here."

Liam narrowed his eyes at her, took the plate back, and scrubbed at the tiny smear of sauce again. "There. Happy?"

She actually smiled, real smile this time, and nodded. "Very."

Then she turned and sauntered toward the living room.

She was wearing these tiny black shorts that barely covered anything and a plain white tank top.

Every step made her hips sway, and yeah, it was impossible not to notice how the fabric clung to her ass and thighs.

She dropped onto the couch like she owned the place, stretched out.

Her legs kicked up on the armrest. The shorts rode up even higher, flashing the edge of her panties.

She grabbed a manga volume off the coffee table, flipped it open, and started reading.

Her breasts pressed and shifted against the thin tank top every time she adjusted to get comfortable.

Liam finished the dishes, wiped his hands on the apron, and walked over. He glanced at the cover.

"Isn’t this the one where the main character’s a demon slayer and his whole family gets wiped out in the first Chapter?"

Her head snapped up, eyes suddenly bright. "You’ve read it?"

Liam crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "Read it? I’ve finished every volume that’s out and half the wiki pages. Hardcore fan, basically."

Beatrix let out this excited squeal, actual squeal, jumped off the couch, and ran over with the book clutched to her chest.

"Then tell me! Tashira, the love interest, does she end up marrying the guy she likes or what?"

Liam’s face froze. He looked anywhere but at her. "Uh... who knows? I haven’t gotten that far yet."

She pouted, full dramatic pout. "You literally just said you know everything."

"Yeah, well... let’s not talk about that right now." Liam cleared his throat.

"How about I give you a massage instead? You’ve been on your feet all day."

Beatrix looked at him for a long moment, then shrugged. "I am tired. A massage would be nice."

Liam nodded and she turned, heading back to the couch. He followed.

She stretched out on her stomach first, arms folded under her head. Liam knelt beside her and started on her shoulders.

The second his hands made contact she tensed, just a little, and he felt this faint buzz, like static electricity jumping between them.

She squinted up at him over her shoulder. "What did you really do just now?"

Liam laughed, awkward as hell. "Maybe it’s just my skill." Inside he was cursing.

Shit, she’s already getting suspicious.

He forced his voice casual. "It’s really just my experience. Relax."

She stared at him another long second, then let out a small huff and settled back down.

"Fine. I won’t say no to a free massage. But it’s on my terms."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Which are?"

"Only one hand."

Liam nodded. Fair enough.

He moved to sit on the couch properly. She shifted so her legs were across his lap.

Liam took one of her feet in his hand and started working on her calf, slow, firm circles.

She put on this unbothered face and went back to reading her manga, turning pages like nothing was happening.

Liam smirked to himself. *Let’s see how long that lasts.*

He activated Ero Hands.

Her breath hitched almost immediately. A tiny sound slipped out, half surprise, half something else.

He kept going, pressing deeper, stronger.

She started making these soft, involuntary noises. Moans she tried to swallow.

Her grip on the manga tightened until the pages crinkled.

Her breathing turned quick and shallow. She glared at him over the top of the book.

Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy. She was clearly fighting it, and losing.

Liam leaned in a little. "If you’re this horny, how about I help you?"

She glared harder. "No. You should be the one taking care of it. This is your fault, because of your stupid massage."

Before he could answer she stood up, turned, and dropped right onto his lap, straddling him.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and shoved them down, kicking them off. Just her panties left now.

She looked at him again, "for some reason I always feel pleasure under your hands. Take responsibility for it"

Her thick thighs settled heavy on his legs. Liam grabbed them from behind, squeezing the soft flesh.

When he took a long time, she shot him another glare but her voice came out breathy. "Hurry up."

Liam smirked. One hand slid inside her panties, pushing the fabric aside.

He slipped two fingers into her, long, slow at first, then started thrusting.

Her head fell back. She grabbed his arms hard, nails digging in. "This is good... keep going."

His smile got wider. Liam activated **Ero Hands** again, cranking it up.

She shattered fast, body jerking, thighs clamping around his hand, a choked moan ripping out of her.

Liam eased his fingers out slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while holding her gaze. "Tastes delicious."

A notification pinged in his head.

[1 SP gained]

Beatrix suddenly pushed off him, stood up fast, looking flustered and unsteady.

"I... I’m not feeling well. I’m going to sleep in my room. Dinner’s in the fridge if you want it."

Liam just nodded. "Okay."

She disappeared down the hall without another word.

Liam stood up from the couch, adjusted himself, and headed to the small spare room she’d set up for him earlier.

He dropped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Fuck. A high succubus general named V is out there looking for him. If she finds him, he’s done, kidnapped, drained, who knows what else.

Plus, he’s the weakest student in the whole damn academy. No one would even notice if he vanished for good.

Then he started thinking, really thinking, about how to save his ass when V finally catches up.

And then it hit him.

A pretty solid idea for tomorrow.

Liam rolled onto his side, mind racing, already planning the next move.