Chapter 298: Primordial Incubus
Damon held Lily firmly enough to prevent any sudden advance, but without violence, like soone who understood exactly the limit between restraint and harm. Her body still reacted, still carried that latent tension, but it was no longer the sa lack of control from seconds ago. There was focus now—intense, directed—and that, in itself, was already an improvent.
He let out a small sigh through his nose, slightly adjusting his posture while keeping his gaze on her, assessing each micro-reaction.
"Relax," he said, his voice low, firm, unhurried. "You won’t kill . Or do anything out of control."
Lily didn’t respond with words. Her breathing was still irregular, warm against his skin, her eyes fixed as if he were the only stable point in the world. But her body... heard. Not completely, but enough.
Behind them, the group still watched with maximum attention.
Morgana was the first to speak, the tension still evident in the way her fingers remained against her own arm.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked, clearly torn between trusting and intervening. "Because this doesn’t seem... normal at all."
Aria crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, her gaze curious and sharp.
"She literally tried to run you over," she added, with a nervous half-smile. "It’s not exactly the calm type of behavior."
Ester said nothing.
But she was analyzing.
She always was.
Elizabeth, on the other hand, didn’t take her eyes off Damon. There was sothing new there—not doubt, but an active attempt to understand exactly what he was doing.
Damon then let out a light, nasal laugh.
Short.
Almost tired.
"You’re looking at the wrong thing," he said, finally shifting his gaze from Lily for a second to face the others. "This isn’t aggression."
He looked back at Lily imdiately afterward, as if reinforcing his point.
"It’s reaction."
Silence.
Short.
Loaded.
Morgana frowned.
"Reaction to what?"
Damon tilted his head slightly, as if the answer were too obvious to require much effort.
"To the sll."
This ti—
The confusion was imdiate.
"Sll?" Aria repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I’m not slling anything."
"Neither am I," Morgana added, clearly suspicious.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes slightly.
Esther, on the other hand—
She didn’t interrupt.
She just... waited.
Damon exhaled slowly, as if organizing his explanation.
"It’s not a normal sll," he began, adjusting again how he held Lily, who was still reacting, but now much more restrained. "It’s not sothing everyone will notice."
He paused briefly.
And then continued:
"My lineage has changed."
This made Elizabeth focus even more.
"You already said that," she replied, with controlled calm. "But you didn’t explain it enough."
Damon nodded slightly.
"Because I still wasn’t sure about everything."
He looked at Lily again.
And this ti—
There was real understanding there.
"Now I have a better idea."
Aria leaned forward slightly, interested.
"And...?"
Damon didn’t beat around the bush.
"Primordial Incubus," he said directly.
The na hung in the air for a second.
Ester was the first to react.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Primordial," she repeated, as if fitting the information into sothing she already knew. "This isn’t a common evolution."
"No," Damon confird. "It isn’t."
Morgana crossed her arms, still clearly tense.
"And what exactly does that change?"
Damon gave a small, wry smile.
"Everything."
A pause.
Then he explained, more directly:
"A regular Incubus already affects emotions, energy, attraction... that sort of thing."
He glanced quickly at Lily.
"But this—" he made a slight gesture with his head in her direction "—isn’t a slight influence."
Aria blinked slowly.
"...so what is it?"
Damon answered bluntly:
"Amplification."
Silence.
"My energy... has changed," he continued. "It’s not just stronger. It’s more... pure. More concentrated. Closer to the origin of the bloodline."
Elizabeth finally spoke:
"And how does that affect her...?"
Damon didn’t even need to think much.
"Like an aphrodisiac."
The silence that followed was... different.
Heavier.
Clearer. Aria let out a low, almost automatic "ah," her eyes opening slightly wider as she connected everything.
Morgana blinked twice.
"...wait."
She looked at Lily.
Then at Damon.
Then back at Lily.
"...you’re saying she’s like this because—"
"Yes," Damon cut in, impatient for beating around the bush. "Because for a succubus... this is basically irresistible."
Lily reacted to his tone.
Her body moved slightly against the control, not forcefully, but intentionally, as if the very confirmation had intensified sothing within her.
Her breath hitched for a second.
And this—
Only confird it further.
Esther finally spoke, her voice calm, but with evident analytical interest:
"So it’s not complete loss of control," she said. "It’s stimulus overload."
"Exactly," Damon replied.
Elizabeth crossed her arms slowly, her gaze still fixed on him, but now much more understanding.
"...and you’re stabilizing it," she concluded.
Damon shrugged slightly.
"More or less."
He looked at Lily again, this ti closer, his voice lowering a little.
"She’s not out of control," he murmured. "She just... doesn’t know how to handle it yet."
Lily responded this ti.
Not with complete words.
But with a low sound, almost a stifled sigh, her body finally yielding a little more against his control—not trying to escape, but... adjusting.
Reacting.
Aria let out a small laugh, shaking her head.
"That explains a lot..."
Morgana still seed torn between concern and disbelief.
"...this will pass, right?"
Damon let out a light sigh.
"It will."
A pause.
"But not now."
And this—
Made Aria smile slightly.
"Great," she murmured. "So we basically have a succubus in... critical mode."
Ester corrected, without losing her neutral tone:
"Extre responsive mode."
Damon held Lily captive for a few more seconds, just long enough to make sure that initial agitation wouldn’t explode uncontrollably again. Her body was still warm, still reacting to his presence as if every fiber was being pulled toward him, but there was no longer that blind impulsiveness from before. Now there was... focus. And that, for him, was what really mattered.
He let out a small sigh, more controlled this ti, and then partially relaxed his grip—not releasing her completely, but changing the way he held her. Less restraint, more guidance. Lily didn’t resist. On the contrary, her body practically yielded to the movent, as if it were already anticipating whatever direction he chose.
Behind them, the silence still carried tension, but now mixed with sothing different: understanding... and a certain collective unease about the situation.
Aria was the first to break the silence, crossing her arms and letting out a small laugh through her nose.
"So basically," she said, tilting her head slightly, "you’ve beco a walking drug for succubi."
Damon gave a half-smile.
"A very simplified way of putting it," he replied.
Morgana still seed suspicious, though less tense than before.
"And you’re sure you can handle this alone?"
Damon glanced quickly at her, then at Lily, who was now completely focused on him, her breathing more controlled, but still intense.
"I can," he replied without hesitation.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Don’t underestimate this," she said, her tone firm. "You yourself just explained that this reaction isn’t common."
Damon nodded slightly.
"And I’m not underestimating you," he replied. "I just understand."
He then slid one hand firmly down Lily’s back and, in a simple, natural movent, lifted her into his arms. She didn’t resist—on the contrary, she adjusted automatically, as if that was exactly what her body had been craving from the start.
The gesture made Morgana’s eyes widen slightly.
"...what exactly are you going to do?"
Damon was already turning toward the stairs.
"Solve it," he said, with his usual nonchalance.
Aria raised an eyebrow.
"That’s... vaguely worrying."
Ester, on the other hand, simply observed, arms crossed, completely calm.
"It’s the most logical solution," she comnted, as if assessing a technical problem. "Remove the stimulus from the collective environnt and allow for isolated stabilization."
Aria looked at her.
"...you talk as if this were a laboratory experint."
"Because it is," Ester replied, without changing her tone.
Elizabeth let out a short sigh, clearly still dissatisfied, but she didn’t interfere this ti. Her eyes followed Damon as he began to climb the stairs, Lily completely settled against him, her body much less tense than before.
"Don’t be long," Elizabeth said firmly.
Damon didn’t look back.
"I’ll be back."
And then he continued climbing, his steps firm, steady—very different from the state he had woken up in minutes before. With each step, the atmosphere around them seed to close in a little more, isolating that mont from the rest of the house.
Lily remained quiet during the ascent, but not passive. There was subtle movent—small adjustnts, close breathing, a constant presence that reacted to his every slight variation. It was no longer lack of control. It was... instinctive attunent.
When they reached the upper hallway, Damon didn’t hesitate. He walked straight to the room, opened the door with his shoulder and entered effortlessly, closing it imdiately with his foot.
The atmosphere beca quieter.
More subdued.
He didn’t let go of her imdiately.
For a mont, he just stood there, feeling the difference—the absence of other presences, the change in the ambient pressure, the way her energy reacted even more directly now that there were no distractions.
"...better this way," he murmured, more to himself than to her.
Lily responded with a slight movent, her face drawing a little closer, her breath still warm, but now more steady.
Damon then finally set her down—but didn’t move away.
He stayed close.
Present.
Controlling the pace.
"You need to calm down," he said, his voice lower, firr, with no room for hesitation.
This ti, she really listened.
Not instantly.
But visibly.
The remaining tension began to subside gradually, replaced by sothing more organized, more conscious, even if still intense.
And Damon remained there.
Unhurried.
Without losing control.
Setting the pace—not being dragged along by it.
anwhile, downstairs, the group remained silent for a few seconds after he left.
Aria was the first to speak again.
"...this will work out, right?"
Ester shrugged slightly.
"Probably."
Morgana was still looking at the stairs.
"...I don’t know if I’m more worried about her... or him."
Elizabeth didn’t answer imdiately. Her eyes were still fixed on the upper floor.
Thoughtful.
Attentive.
"...he’s changed," she said finally, in a low voice.
And this ti—
No one disagreed.
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