Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users
Chapter 223: So Will You Claim Me And My Daughters!!?? (R18+)

Chapter 223: So Will You Claim Me And My Daughters!!?? (R18+)

Ethan paused.

Didn’t move.

Then reached down and grabbed the door handle, opening it slowly.

And there she was.

The cheongsam was gone.

Her pale skin was visible again—smooth, bare, flawless. Her figure stood outlined in the dim hallway light.

Her long, pale gold hair now flowed freely down her back. The lace-trimmed apron was gone. So was the silky nightgown. And the black leather gloves.

No more layers. No distractions.

It was her.

Just her.

She stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, not looking at him.

For a moment, no words were exchanged.

Then Elowen’s fingers touched his chin, lifting it slightly as she drew nearer, her breath warm and light on his neck.

She smelled faintly of honey, vanilla, and almond oil. Her perfume had been applied so carefully, and yet was barely noticeable.

"My little son-in-law. How are you doing?" she asked softly.

"When did I become your son-in-law?" Ethan asked.

Elowen’s smile didn’t fade as she asked. "Oh, are you saying that you will not marry my daughters?"

Ethan didn’t answer, and instead chose to keep staring.

Her lips were slightly glossy. Her skin glowed under the bathroom light.

Elowen let out a quiet laugh. "Are you shy, Ethan?"

"You know I’m not," he answered.

"But are you sure?" she asked.

She leaned closer, her mouth brushing the edge of his jaw. Her hands slid over his shoulders, fingertips pressing gently against his back.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

He didn’t resist. Didn’t hold back.

His fingers traced the lines of her waist, his thumbs resting along her hips.

She pressed herself against him, her chest rising and falling, her lips trailing slowly down his neck, kissing and teasing the skin.

Her tongue slid over the base of his throat, slow, deliberate, the pressure firm, the touch soft.

"So, Ethan. Will you be mine too?"

"You know what the answer is."

Elowen gave a pleased sigh, her hands drifting lower, tracing the lines of his abs, following the V-shaped trail to his stomach, the touch light, gentle.

Her breathing was steady, controlled, even as her body shifted, her curves brushing against him, her skin warm and soft and perfect.

Her lips didn’t pause. She didn’t rush.

She explored his skin. Tasting. Touching. Tracing a slow, winding path down his body, her tongue slipping across his collarbone, her teeth dragging over his shoulder.

Ethan’s own breathing grew a little rougher, a little deeper.

His heart sped up.

She moved down further.

Kissed his chest.

Sank to her knees, her hands tracing the muscles along his sides, her palms gliding across his abdomen.

Ethan’s heartbeat sped up a little more.

His skin tingled where her hands brushed.

He couldn’t move.

But didn’t want to.

The warmth of the steam surrounded him, enveloping him, cocooning him in its embrace.

"My little son-in-law. Tell me, when are you going to claim our family?"

Ethan’s reply was immediate. "Soon."

Elowen smiled. "When is soon?"

"I don’t know yet. Soon."

She tilted her head, her hands sliding a little higher, her fingers trailing his skin, the touch light and teasing, but lingering.

"Why not soon, Ethan? Don’t you love us?"

"More than anything."

She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t pull back. Her hand kept moving, her fingers curling, nails pressing against his stomach, the gesture playful, yet insistent.

"Then why not soon?"

Ethan’s eyes locked onto hers.

"I won’t stop until everyone is part of this family."

The answer hung in the air.

She didn’t question it.

But she did give a slow nod, her lips curving upward in approval.

"My son-in-law," she murmured, her voice soft, her hand slipping lower. "Let’s play together, hm?"

She didn’t wait for him to reply.

Her palm drifted down, her fingers wrapping

around his shaft, squeezing lightly.

Then her mouth followed.

A slow kiss.

Soft. Warm.

Perfect.

Ethan sucked in a breath.

He couldn’t help it.

His pulse jumped.

She didn’t look away.

Her green eyes stayed fixed on his, her gaze clear, unblinking, not challenging, but watching, evaluating, studying every reaction.

Her lips pressed down again, and her tongue slipped along his dick, warm and slick, the motion easy, confident, controlled.

Then she pulled back, her smile widening.

"Little son-in-law," she whispered. "Tell me. When are you going to make me and my daughters yours?"

"What if I make you mine now?" Ethan countered.

Elowen laughed softly, the sound sweet and rich and full of amusement.

"How bold."

"I’ve always been bold."

"That is true," she admitted, her hand starting to move again, sliding slowly, the motion fluid and easy.

"But, son-in-law. Are you really ready for the responsibility?"

"What kind of responsibility are you talking about?"

"The kind where you will have to promise me that you will always keep our wombs filled with you your cum."

Ethan’s response didn’t come right away.

He paused.

Then reached down, his hand finding her cheek.

He ran his thumb lightly across her lips.

"I promise."

Her eyelids lowered slightly. "Do you mean it, Ethan? That’s quite a large burden for such a young man to bear."

"I can carry it."

"Such a brave little son-in-law we have," she purred. "And you promise that you will give all three of us everything you have. That you will keep us satisfied and full and happy."

"That’s the plan."

She exhaled. "That’s a lot of pressure. You do understand that, yes?"

"I don’t mind the pressure. But it’s a lot to handle. So, are you going to help me out or not?"

"Mm, well. Since you have made a promise, I suppose it would be rude of me not to assist you."

"So, is that a yes or a no?"

Elowen smiled, her head tilting forward, her breath warming the tip of his shaft, the motion slow and deliberate, her tongue teasing him with each pass.

"Oh, my little son-in-law. Why don’t you try making me scream your name and see how that goes?"

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Her mouth found the tip of his dick.

And her tongue was no longer teasing.

It was devouring.

Her lips pressed down, taking him in, sucking, licking, kissing, she was doing all of them in one go.