Yu sat slumped in the wreckage of the room—clothes ripped off, cushions skewed, his body slick with sweat and cum that no amount of cleaning could hide. Callen and Adrian lay sprawled beside him, utterly spent, their chests rising and falling like they'd run for multiple days, not just one. Their faces were slack, their hands limp, their skin clammy with exhaustion.
And Yu… Yu was still trembling. Still burning.
His nails dug into his thighs as he tried to clamp down, to force his Incubus hunger back into its cage. He curled forward, breath hitching in his throat, whispering to himself—almost pleading.
"Stop, stop, stop."
But his body screamed, his womb ached, his skin buzzed. Like a mortal who had tasted sin for the very first time, he couldn't un-know it, couldn't un-want it.
He needed more.
The lilac screen flickered back into his vision. DK01 stirred from standby, its clipped, digital tone the first sound to cut through the haze.
