by Dante King
“Always,” Mareth whimpered.
Her tongue lolled from her mouth as her eyes rolled even further back, twin blushes rising on her cheeks like some sort of oversexed anime character. A moment later, she buried her face in my groin, taking my dick down her throat with renewed fervor as Christina attacked her ass.
I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world, I thought, watching my two harem girls try their damndest to out slut each other.
From her seat on the couch, Raquelle spectated with mingled anxiety and desire, holding herself back from the brink with an effort.
“Christina,” I gasped, my cock jerking against the back of Mareth’s throat. “Go see what’s holding Raquelle up.”
The blonde grinned from ear to ear. Leaving Christina’s ass alone for the moment (she’d already left a handprint across the succubus’s red cheeks, rising in places as a welt), she crossed her legs and took a place next to the gorgeous red-headed angel.
“Relax,” Christina purred, pouring the remaining contents of the whiskey bottle into Raquelle’s open mouth. “We’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Raquelle. But we’re really, really hoping you become one of Luke’s badass bitches…”
For a few moments, Raquelle’s will held. Christina’s long nails raked the sides of Raquelle’s uniform, leaving deep gashes all the way down to her pale, flawless skin. Christina’s lips were glossy, pursed in a pout as she leaned in and placed a kiss on Raquelle’s neck, melting her resistance.
Something inside the angel gave. She grabbed Christina’s back and pulled her in closer, matching her kisses with some of her own. I felt like letting out a cheer as I watched the glorious demon and the angel girl making out on my couch.
Finally! I thought. Fuck yes!
As the pair made out, Christina leaned over and made a fist, then bumped it with Mareth. The succubus didn’t even get off her knees in order to do it—she kept her eyes on me the whole time, sucking and slurping at my cock with her long, forked tongue.
“What’s that about?” I asked, my voice taut with pleasure.
“Mareth and I had a little bet going on,” Christina purred, disrobing Raquelle. “She wagered a sexual favor that Raquelle likes boys and girls—and I just proved it.”
Mareth pulled back, running her tongue along that sensitive spot on the underside of my crown as she stroked me.
“She’s bi,” the succubus giggled, nibbling her bottom lip. “Not that I expected anything else—you never seem to attract girls who are 100% straight, Luke.”
“There aren’t many girls like that in the Infernal Academy to begin with,” Christina purred, looking up from her study of Raquelle’s cleavage. “I thought the angels would be a little stricter about those things, though…”
“P-piss off,” Raquelle protested weakly. “You dirty fucking demons…”
“You like it,” Christina said, letting the insult roll off her. “Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together, Raquelle! But first, you need to pledge yourself to Luke!”
If I’d had any doubt in my mind that Mareth and Christina had been planning this corruption for ages, the next few seconds extinguished it.
The two moved like performers in a theater, Mareth’s mouth leaving my cock right as Christina pushed a now-topless Raquelle into my arms. Her skillful fingers had left the redhead wearing nothing but a pair of black silk panties, and her sleek body looked utterly delicious. Unlike my two harem girls, she wasn’t totally shaved—instead, she had a thin strip of hair over her mound like the top of an exclamation point.
I met Raquelle’s eyes, pushed into her soul, and asked the question. “Are you in, or are you out?”
The angel trembled before me. Her eyes traveled to my cock, still dripping with Mareth’s saliva.
Behind her, the two demon girls made out hot and heavy, ripping off each other’s clothes.
“If you want to come with us into the Fae, you need to join the team,” I told Raquelle. “But it’s not really about that. Let’s be honest with ourselves. You need this.”
Raquelle slowly nodded. Yet there remained a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“I… I don’t know,” she panted, letting out a little gasp as both Christina and Mareth dropped to their knees before her. They pressed in against her thighs, eager to worship her, babbling like servant girls.
“Come on—you’re too good to be constrained to one Academy,” I told her, firmer now. “You’ve got ambition, Raquelle. I know you won’t stop until you reach the top.”
She met my eye, trembling. “You mean that?”
“Once you’re on the arm of the Archlord of Hell,” I said, meaning it, “there won’t be anything you can’t do. No horizon will be out of your reach.”
As Christina’s mouth moved between Raquelle’s parted thighs, the angel finally broke.
“Aw, fuck,” the redhead groaned, tangling her fingers in the blonde’s hair. “I don’t care about any of that, Luke! I just… I want this!”
A cold, cruel smirk spread across my face. I’d known that the whole time.
“Say it,” I commanded.
“Yes!” Raquelle’s nails dug into the back of Christina’s head, yet the demon girl didn’t seem to feel the pain. “I want to be part of your harem, Luke! I want to help you save your demon from the Fae Realm! I want to watch you become the Archlord of Hell—and when it happens, I want to be one of your badass bitches! I want to help you rule both worlds—the Infernal and the Celestial!”
Even more so than her body, Raquelle was totally naked. Her ambition stood on display for everyone to see—and my girls loved it. They groped Raquelle all over—her tits, her ass, sliding fingers into her pouty mouth. They needed this, just as much as Raquelle needed to join us.
She’ll be a perfect addition to my team, I thought, leaning back in the leather seat. Fuck yes, I can’t wait…
As angels and demons danced in orgiastic joy outside, I watched my girls prep Raquelle to be bound to me.
Soon, we’d add our newest girl to our harem—and I was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.
Chapter 5
Raquelle trembled beneath the softness of Christina’s tongue, her knees quivering as she struggled to maintain her balance. At her feet, the first member of my harem ran her tongue along Raquelle’s most sensitive flesh, getting her nice and ready for the binding ritual.
Once I made the gorgeous redhead come three times, she’d belong to me—her power, her beauty, her fierceness. All these things would augment my own abilities, expanding my harem’s power.
I decided not to wait any longer.
“Get off her,” I growled, pointing at Christina.
The blonde shot backward like gravity had suddenly reversed, landing on her knees and dropping into a posture of pure submission. Considering the way Christina had once considered me out of her league, watching her abase herself before her Lord gave me a kind of wicked pleasure few things could match.
“I get first dibs on the new girl,” I said, grinning as I looked Raquelle up and down. “She’s mine now, which means she belongs to me. I’ll let her play with you two later—maybe. If I feel like it.”
“Yes, Master,” Mareth purred, dropping as smoothly to her knees as a lifelong servant. “Would you like me to take you back in my mouth, or are you ready to fuck your newest conquest?”
I’d never get tired of Mareth talking like that.
“I’m more than ready,” I said, glancing down at my cock.
Mareth had gotten me nice and ready with her mouth, throat, and naughty little tongue—I was throbbing with need, a big vein on the side of my cock flexing with every heartbeat.
“Step forward, Raquelle,” I commanded. “Let me see those pretty little wings of yours.”
Now that she’d fully committed to joining our team, Raquelle looked like she was enjoying herself. She even did a little pirouette on her way across the room, flexing her wings like a model strutting the catw
alk.
Oh yes, an ambitious girl indeed.
Something told me to watch myself with this one—that as much as she liked Mareth and Christina, Raquelle wouldn’t hesitate to stab a bitch in the back if it would give her an advantage. I’d have to keep her on a short leash.
The thought of Raquelle and leashes at the same time made me shoot a bead of precum down my shaft. Raquelle saw it and licked her lips, gasping.
“Fuuuuck,” the angel whimpered, looking like she fought the urge to drop to her knees and taste it.
“Very nice,” I said, cupping her ass.
Raquelle was sleek and coltish in comparison to Christina’s ample curves and Mareth’s thickness, but there was room for every type of woman inside my harem. Besides, her short stature and slender frame made me think of all the ways I could bend her little body like a pretzel or spin her around in my lap.
“Am I the first man to have you, Raquelle?” I asked.
She blushed so deeply that for a moment, her cheeks looked like Mareth’s. “What does that mean?”
“He wants to know if you’re a virgin,” Mareth purred.
The pair had moved to the opposite couch, running their hands over each other’s bodies like actresses in a softcore porno. They both clearly wanted to do more—but wouldn’t without my permission.
Good girls.
“That is indeed what I’m wondering,” I said, keeping my hand on her ass.
Raquelle had seen how the asses of my harem girls tended to be treated—I wondered if she was afraid I might spank her, or longing for it.
I was looking forward to finding out her bedroom preferences.
“It won’t take you out of contention, of course—but there’s a certain pleasure in knowing I’m planting my flag in untouched territory,” I said.
The Raquelle of just a few hours ago probably would have slapped me for that remark.
Now, turned on so much she could barely stand it, she stifled a moan at being talked about like an object.
A strange look flickered across her face. Was Raquelle trying to hold back laughter?
“Like all good girls of the Celestial Academy,” Raquelle said, struggling to keep a straight face, “I can say that technically, the answer is yes.”
My eyebrows rose. “You’re ‘technically’ a virgin?”
This explanation confused me—but for Christina and Mareth, it instantly plunged them into amusement. The two demon girls giggled amongst themselves, making out on the leather couch.
“So you’ve done stuff,” Christina said, her eyes shining. “Just never in the pussy?”
“I’ve… never been taken that way,” Raquelle admitted, her almond-brown eyes smoldering with heat. “You’d be my first, sir. And only.”
“Angels,” Christina said, grinning and shaking her head. “You can have all sorts of freaky BDSM parties, but casual sex is frowned upon…”
“Wait a second!” Mareth pulled away from Christina, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Does that mean that you let boys in a different entrance to preserve your chastity, Raquelle?”
At the barest suggestion of such impropriety, the angel’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. “I knew you demon bitches were nasty, but damn. Are you kidding me?”
Mareth laughed with gusto. “Nope! I fucking love pain. You should see what Luke can do with those tentacles of his. When he’s in my ass and my pussy at the same time—fuck it’s the best feeling in the world! Like nothing else in the Realms!”
Just like her auntie, I thought, watching Raquelle’s pretty face go even paler.
For a moment, the vision I’d had of myself with Lilith flashed across the front of my mind. Lilith wrapped her tongue around my shaft, and it dissolved, replaced with the present moment.
The succubus pulled back, then gave Raquelle a good-natured slap on her backside. Compared to the sharp, stinging spanks she’d seen me give to my girls, this was basically a love tap—but Raquelle jumped so high I almost thought she’d used her wings to soar into the air.
“Ow!” Raquelle glanced over her shoulder, staring at the red mark Mareth’s hand left on her ass cheek. “Look, you girls are obviously way more experienced than I am. Can you maybe stop making fun of me for long enough for Luke and me to do this?”
Christina and Mareth shared a look.
“Sure,” the blonde said, putting a hand on Mareth’s shoulder and gently pulling the succubus’s naked body against hers. “Not everyone’s as filthy as you,” she added in a whisper against Mareth’s red ear.
I patted my thighs, then crooked a finger at the red-headed angel.
“Come here,” I commanded, meeting Raquelle’s eye with a piercing glance. “Don’t let those two intimidate you, Raquelle. This is all about you and me.”
Raquelle’s skin was so warm it felt like it was burning as she climbed into my lap. Only a thin pair of black silk panties sheathed her mound, an inch of fabric protecting her untouched womanhood from my thick cock. I yearned to tear it off with my teeth, to hear her squeal as I buried myself balls-deep in her tight pussy—but I held myself back.
I didn’t want to scare her away—not when I was this close to achieving my goal.
Instead, I ran a hand down her smooth back, brushing up against her wings.
“So pretty,” I growled against her neck, savoring the way the compliment made her squirm and writhe against my cock. “Such a sexy little angel. Such an ambitious little slut.”
Raquelle trembled with need.
“Please,” she whimpered, her soft pink tongue sliding from the side of her mouth.
“Please what?”
Only the whites of Raquelle’s eyes showed as she ground her panty-covered mound against my cock. A streak of precum glistened across the fabric, like my cock knew how close it was to fertilizing the angel’s pussy.
“Please fuck me,” Raquelle begged, fully giving in to the slut inside. “Your harem girls can watch, I don’t care. It makes it even hotter. Oh fuck, what am I saying—”
“No shame in the harem,” Christina laughed from the opposite couch. “Luke loves hearing about what a slut you are. Can’t you feel him throbbing against you?”
“Yeah,” Raquelle panted. “I wish he was throbbing inside of me—”
Fucking finally.
“Wish granted,” I growled, sliding the silk panties down her thighs.
Raquelle gasped as the cold air hit her pussy for the first time, then mewled like a cat as I grabbed my cock by the base and ran the swollen crown over her nether lips.
Raquelle arched her back like a bow, her wings flapping without conscious intent as she spread her legs wider for me.
“I… I wasn’t joking before,” Raquelle whimpered, closing her eyes as she pressed her face against my chest. “I really am a virgin. I’ve never done this before, Luke.”
With both hands, I grabbed her ass and guided her onto my prick.
“That’s alright,” I told her, the head of my cock pushing into her soft folds. “I can be gentle with you—at first. You be on top for this first bit, Raquelle. Go as slow or as fast as you can handle. Then, once you’re good and wet, I’ll show you what it’s like to get a good, hard pounding.”
Raquelle looked like she’d just scratched a winning lottery ticket. Her eyes met mine, her jaw nearly hitting the floor, then she nodded.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, gripping both sides of the couch as I pushed into her. “Fill me up, Luke. I want to feel it…”
There was a moment of strange resistance, Raquelle’s face filling with a flash of pain—then it broke, and I was all the way inside.
A low, savage groan escaped my throat as I bottomed out inside of the angel’s virgin pussy, stretching the untouched walls with my thick prick. I just barely fit inside the little angel, the thick head of my cock pushing all the way to her cervix as I slammed through her back walls.
“Aw fuuuuuck!” Raquelle’s legs tensed around me as I slid deeper—
then deeper—into her pristine pussy. “Oh Luke! God, I had no idea it could feel this good! Oh my gawwwd!”
“Hey Mareth,” Christina giggled, “I think she likes it!”
“She’s a good little whore,” Mareth agreed, squeezing Christina’s tits together. “Don’t let the angel wings fool you, Luke! She’s the naughtiest slut I’ve seen you fuck in a good, long while!”
Yeah she is, I thought, grabbing both Raquelle’s hips for leverage.
I’d promised to let her control the pace for this first part, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy every inch of her soft, silky walls. The friction between my cock and her folds was so intense I had to hold myself back with a force of will.
If this were any other girl, I thought, I’d throw her down on the couch and fuck her from behind until she’s a puddle of goo.
But this felt even better. Corrupting Raquelle was the best fucking feeling in the world—almost even better than the sex.
The angel’s movements were slow and hesitant at first, testing my cock at different angles inside of her pussy. But before long, Raquelle had discovered how good I felt inside her, and she bounced up and down in my lap with greater and greater enthusiasm.
For my part, I buried my face in between her perky, apple-sized tits, sucking and licking her nipples until they were as stiff as diamonds. I could tell Raquelle liked that—almost as much as she liked having her ass smacked.
Both my girls tried to approach at different points during the sex, but I ordered them back with a gesture. Even I wouldn’t dare to act like the ritual binding a new girl to me was some kind of sacred thing, but it just felt wrong to watch Raquelle go over the brink for the first time while my demon girl and succubus put their tongues all over her. This ought to be one on one.
Still, I couldn’t deny that the sight of my two harem girls fooling around behind Raquelle’s back made me harder.
Gradually, I increased my pace, pummeling the angel’s tight pussy with long, slow strokes that drove her completely insane.
My dirty talk was the cherry on top, pushing her even closer to the edge as she rode me.
“Your pussy feels so amazing,” I grunted against her ear, digging my fingers into her ass as I upthrust deep into her. “You’re making me cock feel so good right now, Raquelle. Your pussy’s so goddamn tight, I can’t fucking believe it! It makes me so hard to know I’m the first guy to even have you like this.”