by Dante King
“Who?”
“The transfer student from the Celestial Academy,” I explained, thinking. “She’s smart as a whip, and I was planning on bringing her with the rest of my group into the Fae. But she’s not bound to me—I haven’t even touched her.”
The last part surprised Lilith far more than the rest. “Oh? Then I’d get to fixing that, were I you. What’s wrong, is she not hot?”
“No, she’s… very attractive,” I said, thinking about the short, slender redhead. “She’s definitely my type. I was just kind of easing her into the whole harem thing…”
Lilith snorted.
“Just fuck her,” the Headmistress said with gusto. “Trust me, if she’s spent any length of time with you and hasn’t gone running for the hills, she wants your dick. Just pound the little tart and meet me at the liminal zone at midnight. I recommend packing light.”
This time, my audience with Lilith truly was at an end.
As I said my goodbyes, the thought of Raquelle still bubbled on the surface of my mind. She was a valuable asset, and a gorgeous little angel to boot, but how much did I really trust her?
She’d cheated nearly the entire Justice School during her tenure at the Celestial Academy, rigging one of the angel’s own games in her favor. That had won her serious acclaim with the downstairs set, but it spoke to her potential as a double agent, as well.
Should I add her to my harem?
By the time I left the office, I’d already made up my mind. I’d put the question to Raquelle and let her decide. She’d had more than enough time to think about it, and to warm up to being a part of our group. The whole team needed to meet today in any case—we could kill two birds with one stone.
I pulled my phone out of my robes as I made my way across the student green. I’d missed several text messages from Christina asking how I was holding up, and a pair of filthy nudes from Mareth. Just as she’d promised, she looked much kinkier in these.
Everyone, meet me in subspace in thirty, I texted the whole group chat. Just finished my meeting with Lilith. Lots to discuss!
Let them chew on that for a bit. By the time we all met up in my personal dorm room, they’d be salivating at the thought of the adventure to come.
Chapter 4
Like always, entering my subspace was less a matter of moving through physical space than a mental one.
Technically, I did have a real-world residence within the Infernal Academy: a door in the Dormitories, a few floors above the campus’s nightclub and gymnasium. Stepping through it would put anyone who entered directly into my subspace, but I could access it by closing my eyes and concentrating hard enough wherever I happened to be. It was my own pocket universe, a waystation between the Infernal and Celestial Realms, and my personal bachelor pad.
I’d done some work on the place in the last few weeks. What had started out as a single dorm room that was nearly indistinguishable from the one I’d stayed in back on Earth had gone through several expansions. By the time I’d added Maddie to my harem, the place was practically its own house, complete with kitchen, living room, and lavish bathroom.
But all that paled in comparison to the makeover I’d given my subspace upon my return from the Fae Realm.
My new subspace looked like the top suite of a Las Vegas penthouse, with the luxury furnishings to match. The large, split-level living room had recessed couches in the middle with a killer entertainment center, so my girls and I could watch whatever we wanted while fooling around. Food and drink replenished themselves automatically, drawing from my stockpile of demonic energy when not in use.
I sighed and stretched, looking out the big bay windows onto a simulated horizon.
This was my greatest artistic achievement—all three of my main harem girls had contributed to it.
Outside the penthouse lay a landscape like something out of an especially horny version of Hieronymus Bosch. In keeping with my mixed heritage between the Infernal and Celestial Realms, the land outside my penthouse was a mix of Heaven and Hell, with lusty demon girls and naughty female angels gleefully strolling around in lingerie, dancing and making out in an eternal living screensaver. The whole thing was a well-curated fake, but that hardly mattered. My girls loved it when I brought them out on the balcony in front of an audience and used them, fucking them while the crowd cheered us on.
Time and space were different inside of subspace, so I didn’t have long to wait at all for my group to arrive. Christina and Mareth showed up first, nearly on top of each other as they stepped through the physical entrance to my subspace located in the Infernal Realm.
Christina looked relieved to see me, throwing her arms around me in an embrace as soon as she walked through the door.
Mareth was just behind the blonde, giving me a pinch on the shoulder as if reminding herself I was truly there.
“I half worried Lilith was going to rip your guts out,” the succubus said, a naughty smile playing on her features. “Or that she wanted you to rearrange her guts. You didn’t fuck the Headmistress of the Infernal Academy, did you, Master?”
Fuck, I loved hearing Mareth call me that.
“It would probably be easier if that’s what she’d wanted,” I told the pair, gesturing to the nearby couches. “The whole story should probably wait until everyone shows up. Can I get you two a drink?”
As it turned out, I could. Both Christina and Mareth took a goblet of dark red wine, giggling together as they sat on the couch in the posture of every guy’s sorority girl fantasy. Tits thrust forward, asses over the side of the cushion, tails twitching with delight as they nibbled their lips and pretended to be talking. I could tell they were really watching me for signs that I wanted to fuck them.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve taken it as the open invitation it so clearly was.
But today, we had work to do.
Besides, I needed to keep myself fresh for Raquelle. Just in case.
As if conjured by my thought, a portal opened in the living room. Raquelle must have been coming straight from class—she still wore a strappy black backpack between her brilliant white wings. She tossed it onto a chair and grabbed the bottle I’d served Christina and Mareth from, carrying it to the middle of the room as she tossed herself onto the couch like an insolent brat.
“You would not believe the day I’ve had,” Raquelle moaned, shaking her head. “You people down here in Hell are crazy! The shit they get up to in the Lust School…”
Christina flashed a savage smile. “Oh, we most certainly would believe you,” the blonde giggled. “Did I ever tell you about the time I hiked my skirt up and fucked Luke while the teacher was still talking?”
“So hawt,” Mareth laughed.
Raquelle stared at both girls as if they’d each just grown an extra head. “I should have known you two would be like two peas in a pod on this.”
Before the conversation could spill into calling each other whores and prudes, I took control of the room.
“Where’s Maddie?” I growled. “We’re missing one member of the group.”
Everyone looked around the room, as if the angel girl were hiding behind some furniture.
Christina reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone, then dialed Maddie’s number. Her frown deepened as the phone rang and rang, finally going to the former waitress’s voice. Her cheerful answering machine message only played for a few moments before Christina hung up.
“According to the group text, she hasn’t been on in an hour,” Christina said, nibbling her bottom lip. “Shit… you don’t think something happened to her, do you?”
“No way,” Mareth said, sounding in disbelief. “Whatever’s going on, nobody could react to it that fast. Unless Karl’s back for revenge or something like that, Maddie’s probably just in the middle of some really boring angel lessons or something. Maybe she’s napping in the back of class.”
“Maybe,” I grunted. “I’ll have to get her caught up when she gets here.”
/> “Yeah, tell us what’s going on,” Mareth said. She moved from a lusty posture to a submissive one, like a secretary ready to take notes. Active listening, the old me would have thought. “What did Lilith want from you?”
“Other than a new way to make her ex-husband jealous,” Christina said, giving Mareth a little fist bump as the succubus giggled.
“I’m afraid this isn’t a joke,” I said, watching both girls trail off. “Lilith has a mission for us—to reenter the Fae Realm…”
All three women stared attentively as I explained my meeting with the Headmistress. I told them everything: all but the part about my vision, as I didn’t think they needed to know about that quite yet. Besides, Mareth would undoubtedly make jokes.
When I got to the part about Oni, Christina started to laugh.
“This is a prank, right?” the blonde said, downing the rest of her wine in a single gulp before grabbing the bottle from Raquelle. “Oni entered the Fae Realm? Our Oni?”
“I’ve seen drawings of him,” I said, having already explained the lack of cameras in that magical world. “It’s our Oni. As for why he decided to take a run at the place by himself, I have no idea. I intend to ask him the next time I see him.”
“He’s so loyal,” Mareth said, pausing in thought. The succubus toyed with her chin in a way that reminded me of Lilith, the gears behind her eyes rapidly turning. “I just can’t imagine him turning against you, Luke. He wouldn’t go to the Fae Realm unless he was asked to. Or he needed to protect you, somehow.”
That last part had been exactly what I’d been thinking. I kept my face neutral.
“I remember you said something about his family,” Raquelle added. She looked a bit less into the conversation then my full harem girls, but was rapidly warming with vigorous applications of red wine. “Something about a gambling debt they had?”
“Betting on Karl,” I said, nodding. “Maybe that could have something to do with it, I don’t know. The point is, Lilith’s been working a very long time to secure peace with the Fae Realm—and if we don’t get Oni back, the exact opposite will happen. The Seelie and the Unseelie will unite, and we’ll have war.”
“Shit,” Mareth said, shaking her head. “It almost sounds like the fucking Day of Judgement.”
Christina nodded gravely.
“We’re in,” the blonde said, setting her wineglass on the counter. “I owe Oni my life, and I’m pretty sure both Mareth and Maddie do, too. Whatever trouble he’s gotten himself into, we’ll get him back out of it again.”
Mareth looked less sanguine.
“The Fae Realm is tough shit,” she murmured, giving Christina an uncertain look. “But if that’s what you need us to do, Luke, then I’m in, too. I’d follow you to the gates of Hell—I mean, I kinda already have…”
“And I’d take just about any excuse for a vacation,” Raquelle added with a little laugh. She brushed back her long red hair, smiling at both girls. “Honestly, I’m starting to wonder if this whole Dual Enrollment thing is really for me…” She trailed off at the look on my face. “What’s wrong?”
I steeled myself for her reaction. “Lilith explained to me that the Fae Realm will try and corrupt the bonds between myself and anyone I bring along on this adventure. Meaning my team has to be made up of people completely bound to me.”
You could have heard a pin drop in my subspace. Even the sexy angels and demons outside seemed to fall quiet.
“That makes sense,” Mareth said, toying with the knot on her white schoolgirl top. “The Fae Realm is seriously bad news for the uninitiated. If I didn’t know Lilith as well as I did, I’d have told you this was her way of getting rid of us—a trip that deep into the Fae Realm is usually a suicide mission. It only goes one way.” She glanced over at Christina, shuddering. “I wouldn’t want to go there with anyone I didn’t trust with my life.”
Christina’s eyes shined, and not just from the wine.
“You can trust me,” she purred, putting her hand in the succubus’s. “I’m ride or die. Luke is my soulmate—and you are, too. So is Maddie, for that matter.”
“I know,” Mareth said, looking away. I had no idea she could blush—or that her warm red skin would look even cuter when she did it. “That raises an elephant in the room, though, doesn’t it? Because we’re not all bound to Luke.”
Every eye in my subspace traveled to Raquelle.
The red-headed angel had taken the news with a surprising degree of calmness—now, as Christina and Mareth’s stares bored into her, she suddenly deepthroated the bottle of wine, swallowing hard.
“I’m not bound to you,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Does that… Does that mean I can’t go to the Fae Realm with the rest of you?”
I shared a glance with Christina and Mareth. I knew I didn’t need to ask their permission, not to add another woman to my harem, but I liked to take their temperature on the subject.
From the looks on both of their faces, they were more than happy with the idea.
“Well, that’s really up to you,” I said, spreading my legs across my side of the couch. “Mareth, honey, could you get me a drink? You girls have gotten a head start on me…”
Mareth knew the score. God damn, did that girl know how to treat a guy.
“Absolutely, Master,” the succubus purred, crawling across the leather couch on her hands and knees. She popped open a cabinet next to the couch and removed a bottle of whiskey, then popped open the front of my pants just as smoothly and unsheathed my cock.
“Oh fuck,” Raquelle panted. The angel’s eyes went big and wide, her mouth forming a perfect little ‘O’ of surprise. “What are you doing?”
“You didn’t think I just texted Luke all day, did you?” With my cock in her fist and the bottle in the other, Mareth was fully in her element.
The succubus fed on the emotions of those around her, drinking them in the way others drank alcohol. Combined with my arousal, Christina’s voyeuristic glee at watching and Raquelle’s shame formed a heady brew for any girl, much less one who liked to call me the M-word.
“Luke’s showing you your future,” Christina purred, running a hand down Raquelle’s shoulder. “A little taste of what’s to come if you join us.”
“Here, Master,” Mareth giggled, arching her back like a bow. “Let’s do a body shot!”
She came up with a shot glass from the cabinet and placed it deep in her cleavage, letting everyone in the room see her bodacious tits. She popped the bottle of whiskey with her fangs, then poured into the glass—not with any accuracy, however. The liquor went everywhere, soaking Mareth’s tits and top as enough of it landed in the shot glass to drink from.
“Here,” the succubus groaned, burying my face between her tits. “Drink it!”
As Christina and Raquelle watched, I did a shot from right between Mareth’s breasts.
The whiskey was an exact imprint of the best shot I’d ever had, with hardly any burn on the way down. I was less interested in the glass than the tits of the moaning succubus in my lap—my tongue went everywhere, lapping alcohol from Mareth’s cleavage as she grabbed the back of my head and whined with pleasure.
“Raquelle,” I grunted, pulling back and undoing the knot in Mareth’s top, “I think it’s time you admitted a few things to yourself.”
The red-headed angel sat glued to the spot, as if we’d frozen her to the seat with a magic spell. Her mouth worked soundlessly as Mareth’s top came open, revealing a pair of whiskey-covered tits that would’ve put any actress or pornstar’s rack to shame.
Peeling off her soaking wet top, the succubus handed me the bottle and knelt on the floor before me, hiking up her skirt as she pressed her face against my cock.
Mareth never wore panties, and both Christina and Raquelle got an enviable view of her perfectly bare mound and dripping slit.
“What…” Raquelle swallowed hard, “do I need to admit, Luke?”
God, she sounded so turned on. I was real
ly starting to enjoy this. I’d begun to understand why demons and succubi liked tempting and corrupting mortals so much.
“Both of us knew,” I said, leaning back to watch as Mareth teased the underside of my swollen crown with her tongue, “that this was your destiny, Raquelle. Ever since the Justice School—since you got exposed as a nasty little cheat.”
“You’re way too bad to be one of those good girls,” Christina purred, her hands trailing over Raquelle’s body. “You belong with us.”
As both girls watched, Mareth wrapped her soft, pouty lips around the head of my cock and began to hum. My legs lifted off the couch, pushing gently into her mouth and eager throat as the warm, wet slickness enveloped me.
Fuck that felt good!
My hand came down on the back of Mareth’s head, my thumb playing with her horns as she took me all the way down to the base. The succubus’s lips formed a tight, searing seal around me, working up and down with so much friction that a savage grunt spilled from my lips.
Mareth’s naughty little tail played around her round red ass.
Christina saw it and got an idea; she rose from the couch, leaving Raquelle to whine in sudden frustration.
“Such a bad girl,” Christina cooed, taking up a place behind Mareth.
The succubus wiggled her big ass back and forth as she blew me, the thick sucking sounds of her mouth around my cock filling the penthouse suite. She gagged gently around me, letting the head of my dick hit the back of her throat as she relaxed for me.
Christina gave Mareth’s ass a harsh upward slap, leaving it jiggling. My cock left Mareth’s mouth with a wet little pop as she arched her back like a bow, groaning like a little whore.
“Yes!” The succubus’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Mmmh, smack me harder! I want all three of your handprints on my ass when we drive into the Fae! I want my cute little succu-butt to hurt when I sit on it in Luke’s car!”
“Yes ma’am,” Christina groaned, really getting into it now. “Fuck, you’re such a good little whore, Mareth! Can you feel how fucking turned on I am watching you?”