by Dante King
“Yeah! Oh fuck!”
What Raquelle lacked in mid-fuck vocabulary she more than made up for in enthusiasm.
Sweat poured down her back as she rode me, bouncing up and down like a piston on my prick. Her wet pussy squelched around me, dripping heavenly juice down my shaft and onto my balls as it disappeared and reappeared inside of her.
A wicked smirk spread across my face as I bottomed out inside of her. I could feel the entrance to her womb on every thrust. There was no telling whether a creature of the Celestial Realm like her could even be knocked up by a human like me—but if she could, there was no doubt I was about to fill her fertile pussy with more virile cream than she could handle.
“What do you think?” I asked, cruelly swirling the crown of my cock around her swollen, needy clit. “You think this dick is enough to keep you happy for the rest of your life, Raquelle? You wanna feel this big cock stretching those tight little walls out, forever and ever and ever?”
In response, Raquelle slapped the cushion next to her as hard as she could. “Yes!” the angel groaned, one leg kicking out madly as my thrusts pushed her to her peak. “Fuck, Luke, I’m gonna come, baby, I’m gonna come!”
Raquelle arched her back so hard I had to brace her with my hand, putting it just above her ass as she leaned all the way back. With her stretched like that, I could see my cock throbbing inside of her soft folds as she came, her inner walls quivering madly and dripping all over me as orgasm coursed through her tight little body.
Raquelle screamed so loud that I was momentarily glad I’d brought her back to subspace—anywhere in the Infernal Academy, a shout like that would have drawn admirers.
Christina and Mareth watched in jealous amazement as Raquelle writhed on my dick, trembling madly like she’d been hit with a taser. Every inch of skin from her throat to her tits flushed red as her first vaginal orgasm coursed through her veins, sending her lithe body into the stratosphere. She felt practically weightless in my arms as she came, and it wasn’t until later I realized she’d been flapping her wings as she got off all over me.
“Oh fuck, Luke,” Raquelle whimpered as she came down from her peak. “That was so good…”
“Yeah it was,” I said, laughing.
Now that she’d gotten off, Raquelle was all happy and giggly, just the way I liked to see a new girl.
“You ready for something a little harder?” I asked her.
She stared at me with a mixture of awe and worry, nibbling her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” she finally said, her eyes shining with need. “Pound my pussy, Luke. Show me what the Beast can do to one of his girls…”
It was all the permission I needed.
With both hands on her waist, I lifted Raquelle and flipped her around, then carried her to the armrest at the side of the couch. Her head and shoulders leaned over the side, while her bottom half twisted to the side to expose her dripping, freshly fucked pussy.
“Oh shit,” Raquelle said, glancing around her. I could see the wheels turning in her head as she pictured how hard she was about to get fucked. “Luke, fuck, I need it—”
Her words broke off in a scream of pleasure as I rammed myself all the way inside of her.
I’d been nice before, letting her lead, but now it was time for me to get exactly what I wanted.
My left leg went onto the floor, bracing against the hardwood for leverage, while my other knee pressed into the leather couch between Raquelle’s spread thighs. The angle let me fuck the angel girl prone, slamming her into the side of the couch harder and harder with every thrust.
Raquelle’s face filled with surprise as her shoulder slammed into the side of the couch. Something deep inside of it cracked, and the angel girl let out a mad little laugh as I fucked her even harder.
“You’re going to break it!” the angel groaned, in a voice like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted me to stop or make sure it happened.
“Don’t worry,” Mareth cooed from her position watching. “It happens all the time. Luke can clean up later. Remind me to tell you all about how he fucked me right through his kitchen counter one time…”
Mentioning that sent me over the edge.
Grunting like a caveman, I thrust my cock deep into Raquelle’s tight little slit, slapping her ass with reckless abandon as I pumped my cock all the way to her womb like a fucking piston.
The pleasure grew higher and higher, until the sweetness of her soft folds around me was totally unbearable.
As I hit the peak, I grunted and pulled out of Raquelle’s still-spasming pussy. My cock jerked once, then exploded all over the beautiful, freshly fucked angel.
Thick ropes of seed erupted from the crown of my cock, spraying from her taut tummy all the way to her beaming, shocked face.
Gobs of seed coated her tits, leaving her a sloppy mess from her pussy all the way to her mouth.
I kept on shooting, each pulse of my heartbeat its own orgasmic wave of bliss, pumping every drop inside of my balls all over my beautiful new conquest.
When I finally opened my eyes, Christina and Mareth had taken their places next to the angel and were lapping up my seed.
Mareth’s long tongue competed with Christina’s to lick up more of my liquid gold, spreading it all around and kissing with it between them like depraved little whores.
Raquelle looked stoned out of her mind with bliss, her eyes rolling back in her head as she watched the two demon girls lick her, suck her, and drink my come.
“Look at you,” Christina said, running a hand down Raquelle’s stomach.
The move smeared my load deeper into her skin, marking her with my musky load like an alpha wolf claiming its territory.
“You’re such a dirty girl now, Raquelle,” Christina said. “How’s it feel to be Luke’s little cum dumpster?”
In response, Raquelle leaned over and made out with Christina. The blonde still had some of my load in her mouth, and Raquelle found it with her tongue and groaned with bliss at the taste.
“It’s amazing,” Raquelle said, beaming from ear to ear. “But I only came once! Don’t I need two more to be bound to Luke forever?”
Christina and Mareth shared a naughty look.
“Oh, she’s eager,” the succubus giggled, licking my seed from her glossy, come-stained lips. “Why don’t we take a dip in the pool and get cleaned off? We watched you and Luke together without joining in like good little girls—I think Christina and I ought to get a reward, don’t you?”
That was debatable, but I wasn’t about to argue.
“Sounds great,” I said, discarding the last of my robes as I stood.
Completely naked, I walked across my living room and opened the door to the patio, where my in-ground pool waited. It had a glass bottom, hanging over the phantasmagoric plateau of writhing demons and angels like something out of the Playboy mansion. Anyone looking would be able to see the people in the pool fooling around—and I’d be able to see everything going on around me while it happened.
Without waiting for my girls, I walked across the cool stones and dived into the pool.
The water felt amazing after the hard fuck, soothing away the ache in my muscles.
By the time I surfaced, I was hard as a rock.
Wiping water from my eyes, I saw my three naked harem girls watching me from the edge of the pool.
“Hop on in,” I commanded, glancing over my shoulder at the panorama of wicked fucking going on beyond my penthouse apartment. “What, are you girls going to get shy now? You know it’s just an illusion.”
Mareth tossed her head back and laughed.
“You think I’m shy?” she asked, tearing off the remains of her schoolgirl skirt. “I appreciate your confidence in me, Master. No, I was just planning on how to do this.”
Before I could ask what this was, both Mareth and Christina grabbed hold of Raquelle. The gorgeous angel went ass over teakettle as the pair swung her, tossing her like a ragdoll into the pool. Raquelle hit at a sidew
ays angle, sank like a stone, and came up sputtering.
“You bitches!” the angel growled, gloriously topless in the waist-deep water. “Get your asses in here so I can spank you!”
Christina and Mareth shared a naughty look.
“Damn, she’s already got the spirit,” Mareth said.
“Oh yeah. I’m going to enjoy having her as one of Luke’s harem girls…”
As one, the pair swan dived into the pool. They swam beneath the surface, their naked bodies silhouetted by the water as they raced to their Master.
But by the time they were there, I was already busy. With Raquelle.
I pinned the angel against the glass side of the pool, parting her thighs with my knee. She braced her legs against the bottom, leaning over the side and flattening her tits against the cool stones as I pushed into her from behind. Her pussy felt even better in the water.
I’d been well aware from my experiences with pool sex as a human that it was something hotter in theory than practice. Chlorinated water tended to be a bad time—which was why my subspace’s pool came with its own set of magic spells. The water that lapped around Raquelle’s bare legs and inner thighs didn’t steal moisture from her skin—instead, it added it. Pushing inside of her beneath the water felt like fucking in an entire bathtub full of lubricant. Her walls wrapped snugly around me, so tight and wet that I momentarily lost my senses and just pounded her against the side of the pool, fucking her like a madman.
When I finally came back to myself, I expected her to be mad. Instead, Raquelle was begging me for more.
“Fuck me just like that!” the angel begged, throwing her ass back on me with every thrust. “Deeper, Master, deeper! Fuck me hard—fuck me good and proper!”
Master?
I took one look at Raquelle’s sleek body and decided that wasn’t what I wanted to hear out of her soft, pouty mouth.
“You bad little girl,” I growled, my voice hot against Raquelle’s ear as I bore down and fucked her hard enough to leave bruises on a human woman. “Do you have any idea how much you drive Daddy crazy when you talk like that? How hard Daddy wants to fuck you when you mouth off like a dirty little brat?”
Raquelle moaned like she’d just discovered something about herself she’d been repressing all her life. “Ugh, Daddy yes!”
Suddenly, her hips were a blur, tossing herself on me so hard that every thrust pressed against her waiting womb.
“Fuck my tight little pussy, Daddy!” she cried. “Use me the way I know you’ve always wanted to!”
One hand in her hair pressed her down, pinning her to the side of the pool. She hung there like a ragdoll, unable to do anything but thrust herself back on me as I filled her most sensitive opening with hard, driving strokes.
Christina and Mareth tried to join in on the fun from either side of me, but I was so locked in all they could do was pout and preen as I pounded Raquelle’s tight little body.
Then Mareth got the bright idea of sinking to the bottom of the pool. When I felt her long tongue teasing my balls as I pumped inside of Raquelle’s pussy, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
The two demon girls took turns adding their tongues and mouths to my pleasure, surfacing only when they were at risk of drowning. The fact that they were willing to risk themselves like that just to make my orgasm stronger got me rock hard—made me fuck Raquelle even harder.
I felt her pussy grip me like a fist as a second orgasm coursed through her body.
Two down, one to go, I thought, grinning like a savage as Raquelle’s floodgates opened.
The angel girl babbled madly against the stones, mixing swear words and promises to be a good girl and the word Daddy over and over again.
I’d touched something deep inside of her, and now I wanted to hammer the point home as hard as I could, binding her body and soul to me for all eternity.
“Ah, yeah, that’s so fucking good,” I grunted, bottoming out inside of her over and over again.
I was ready to blow at any time, but I wanted to hold back until Raquelle reached the brink of her third and final orgasm.
I wanted that peak of pleasure to coincide with the moment she became mine forever.
I could feel her getting close—even after two hard, toe-curling orgasms, Raquelle was more than ready to keep riding my dick.
“I love you, Daddy,” the angel whimpered, losing herself in my arms. The words tore from her throat in a ragged cry, from somewhere even deeper than conscious thought. In that moment, I knew she was mine.
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded, driving hilt-deep inside of her. “Come all over my cock and be mine, angel! I want to feel that pretty little pussy come all over my cock so I can bust inside of you!”
Two more thrusts, then three, then… right over the edge!
Raquelle locked her legs around me and screamed as the third, soul-cleansing orgasm overtook her beautiful body. I’d added women to my harem before, of course, so this was a ritual I’d seen several times before.
But this was the first time I’d turned a girl in such a large group before—with both Christina and Mareth present.
I didn’t know what kind of transformation would happen inside of Raquelle when she became mine. I just knew she’d never be the same.
As her cry of passion rose higher and higher, becoming a piercing cry that filled the air, her wings rose from the surface of the water. Spots of darkness appeared in the brilliant white of her feathery wings, spreading in intricate patterns through her angelic form.
I thrust home one last time and let go, release flooding me as my second load went straight into Raquelle’s tight, still clenching pussy. Thick ropes of hot come sprayed against her inner walls as I grunted and groaned, burying myself as deep as I could inside of her as my balls drained.
I closed my eyes against the pleasure, everything from my chin to my knees turning white-hot with bliss as I rode the wave within.
When I opened my eyes, Raquelle was transformed.
What had been a brilliantly white pair of wings were now black and white. I was reminded for a moment of Eiko’s four tails, two black and two white, but this was more like a checkerboard. Every other feather had turned a raven-dark black, as if signifying that Raquelle was now no longer a creature fully of the Celestial or the Infernal Realm.
This wasn’t Maddie’s whole ‘good girl with a touch of a wild side’ thing that I loved so much; Raquelle was now far more like Christina and Mareth than she was my other angelic conquest.
A wicked angel—an ambitious angel.
Too late for it to make any difference, I remembered that Lucifer himself had once been an angel, too.
“Welcome to the group,” Mareth purred, lavishing attention on Raquelle with her lips and tongue. “Oh my Satan, you look so pretty now! Look at those wings!”
“Maddie’s going to be so jellie,” Christina added, nibbling at the angel girl’s shoulder. “All white is nice and all that, but these are some haute couture wings, girl! You look like you should be walking a Victoria’s Secret catwalk with those things!”
She did.
Except I’d never let a girl who belonged to me get shown off before all those male eyes that way. I was a kind Master in between the sheets, but a jealous one in the streets.
Raquelle knew damn well that I wasn’t merely the first man to have her, but the only.
Good thing for her she fucking loved it.
“Speaking of Maddie,” I said, climbing out of the pool. All three girls looked shocked and heartbroken to see me leaving so soon. “I’ve got an appointment to keep.”
Christina cocked an eyebrow. “Where are you going? We’re just getting started!”
“Yeah, Master, we want to get fucked,” Mareth cooed. “Watching you claim Raquelle made both of our pussies so wet and hot…”
“You’re going to have to wait,” I said, resummoning my robes.
The flames surrounding the penthouse dried me off as I cast t
he spell, leaving me as fresh as a daisy. You’d never have known to look at me that I’d just been balls deep inside an angel who liked to call me Daddy.
“I’ve got to go find out why Maddie isn’t answering her phone,” I said. “I know she’s going to be pissed that she missed all the fun.”
Both demon girls flashed their spectacular pouts.
“Are you sure?” Mareth asked.
They’d gotten themselves all keyed up for me, and now they were going to have to wait.
“All three of you meet me at the gates of the Infernal Academy a half-hour before midnight,” I said, moving onto business now that I’d gotten my nut on and my head clear. “We’ll pick up Godfrey and go meet Lilith. Be ready, and bring anything you might need to aid you in the Fae Realm. Potions, spells—all that kinda shit.”
Christina climbed into Mareth’s lap, mimicking the pose of a demon girl threesome happening just over the wall. “Sure thing, Luke. The three of us can have lots of fun while you’re away—”
I cut her off, shaking my head. “No you can’t.”
Both demon girls looked like I'd just dangled a juicy dinner in front of their faces, only to snatch it back at the last second.
“Are you serious?” Christina groaned, her jaw dropping open. “We can’t even have fun with the new girl?”
“I want all three of you sharp as tacks for the Fae Realm,” I told them, summoning a portal to the Celestial Academy. “That means no hanky panky before the big game. Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it once we come home victorious.”
“You’d better,” Mareth said, looking supremely peeved. A sly expression flickered across her succubus face. “I’ll just have to send you way filthier nudes while you’re gone, then, Master. Maybe they’ll make you change your mind…”
“Won’t see them,” I shot back with a smile. “I’ve got a job to do. Remember: front gates. Midnight. Be there.”