by Dante King
I felt like one of those protagonists as I made my way back to the liminal zone. Trapped by circumstance, hunted by monster from both within and without. Titania’s announcement had left me desperate to enter single combat with the Dark Queen of the Fae, which meant that Lilith had to be sweating bullets in the Infernal Realm.
After all, it was her meddling in the affairs of the Fae that had set this all off to begin with—if things boiled into open violence against the Infernal Academy, she’d have no way to deflect the blame. Lucifer would never take her back.
Of course, I knew Lucifer didn’t want to take Lilith back. But someone needed to make that clear to her. Maybe it was time for the Headmistress of the Infernal Academy to accept a new master.
I did tell her what would happen to her the next time I saw her, I thought as Godfrey drove through a portal, entering that strange in-between world which Lilith had made her base for operations inside of the Fae Realm. So if she’s willing to meet with me, it means she knows that’s what might happen to her, as well. There’s a part of her that wants it—I know she does. But is now really the time?
Hell. It was always time to add another babe to my harem.
The building sat at the edge of the liminal zone, like I expected. What I hadn’t expected was for the Headmistress herself to be leaning insolently against the doorframe, with her arms crossed beneath her tits like a juvenile delinquent smoking a cigarette outside of a classroom.
Lilith’s eyes filled with relief as I stepped out of the hovercraft. “I was worried you wouldn’t show up,” she said, sounding more submissive than I’d ever heard from her. “I thought you’d given your old alma mater up to Queen Titania. Let it burn so you could conquer the Fae Realm yourself…”
I strode up to Lilith and swept her off her feet, kissing her in one smooth motion. Her pouty, black demonic lips parted for me in surprise, her long, sinuous tongue swirling around mine as we made out.
She still wore the leather bustier and fishnet stockings she’d had on when she guided us into the Fae—either that, or she’d gone back and changed into it when she knew she was meeting with me. Something about that idea turned me on even more; that Lilith would dress up for Lucifer’s heir.
Lilith’s thighs parted, the heat between her legs grinding against my bulge.
My cock grew rock hard in an instant, throbbing with need.
I broke the kiss, pulling away at the last moment.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” I told the Headmistress. “Let’s go inside and figure this out.”
Not long ago, Lilith would have argued with me. More than that, the idea that I would set the terms of one of our meetings rather than her would have given the Headmistress conniptions. But something had clearly changed inside of Lilith. “Alright,” she purred, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. “It’s good to see you, Luke. This is the first break I’ve had since Titania made that announcement. You wouldn’t believe the chaos she unleashed in the Infernal Realm with that declaration of war. The entire Academy is gearing itself up for war…”
“Good,” I said, giving Lucifer’s ex-wife a swat on the ass as I led her into the building. God, I was so bold now! Was it my new powers making me this way, the Beast inside me? Or did I just not give a fuck what Lilith thought?
Lilith’s eyebrows rose. “Good?”
“We’re going to need every demon we’ve got,” I told her, finally vocalizing my plan. “I’ve realized something, Lilith—there’s no way to stop the Day of Judgement. Not now. Probably there never was.”
The Headmistress’s face fell. She’d clearly expected me to say something else—to reveal some grand plan to head Titania and her alliance with Judyth off at the pass. “You’re probably right,” Lilith admitted. “What do we do, then?”
She was asking me what to do. Fuck, that got me going.
“We go to the End of Days,” I told her, grabbing her ass with both hands. “And we win.”
Lilith’s mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ of shock. “You mean that,” she whispered after a moment. “Luke Bell, you think you can succeed where Lucifer himself feared to tread?”
I grabbed Lilith’s hair and wrapped it around my fingers, tugging. I expected a cry of pain, but the moan that erupted from the demonic Headmistress’s lips was sheer pleasure.
“I know I can,” I grunted. “And I don’t want to hear you say that name anymore, Lilith. That part of your life is over. You know that now, don’t you?”
Her resistance shattered. “I… yes,” Lilith moaned, the steel within her giving. “I want this, Luke. Gods know, if I didn’t, I never would have allowed myself to be in a room alone with you again. You’re so dangerous…”
“That’s my Fae blood,” I growled, grinning like a shark. “You can’t resist it, can you? Naughty little demon MILF.”
Suddenly uncertain, Lilith nibbled her bottom lip. “So that’s why you wanted to meet with me? You want to bind me to you, Luke?”
“I bind you,” I growled, my hands encircling her petite waist, “I bind the entire Infernal Academy. You command them—and I’ll command you. We’ll lead them into battle, along with the Seelie Fae, and we’ll break Titania. Once she’s dead, the alliance will crumble, and we’ll restore order to the Realms.”
The way I said it, it sounded so simple.
Lilith looked awed. “You really might be the man to do it,” she said, leaning into my touch. “Luke Bell. Lord of Hell. With Lilith as his Queen…”
I slapped her ass. “One of his Queens,” I corrected. “If you’re not okay with sharing, Lilith, you’d better let me know right this instant. Because I’m going to keep fucking my other girls. Some of them right in front of you.”
Lilith tossed back her head and laughed, loud and long. “I would expect nothing less,” she purred lustily, glancing up at the domed ceiling of the building. Right where my vision had showed her hanging upside down, getting fucked in all her holes by my powers. “Well, young man, if you really think you can claim me, we’d better get started. We don’t have a lot of time…”
Excitement filled my veins like an electric current. Maybe that’s why I didn’t hear the noise behind me as I reached for Lilith’s tight, perfect body, eager to tear off her outfit. But I heard her gasp in surprise, and I turned.
Mareth stood in the doorway, her jaw nearly on the floor.
“Sweetheart!” Lilith’s face lit up at the sight of her ex-husband’s daughter. “What are you doing here? Luke and I are a little busy…
Oh shit.
The succubus’s hands balled into fists. “I couldn’t let Luke face you alone,” she growled, snarling like a wild animal. “I knew you’d tempt him into some bullshit with your pussy, and trick him into backing you! You walk around all high and mighty, Lilith, but deep down you really are just a shameless whore…”
Lilith’s claws tightened on my shoulders. Fuck. I’d been inches away from getting laid, and now it sounded like I was about to witness a catfight for the ages, instead. Under different circumstances, that would have been fun—but these weren’t those circumstances.
To my surprise, Lilith didn’t look like she wanted to fight. She pulled herself out of my grip, holding her hands up in a gesture of submission. Mareth gave a start, as this behavior was so out of the ordinary for Lilith that it shocked her to her core.
“You’ve got it all wrong, dear,” Lilith said, using a voice I’d never heard from her before. “I’m the one who’s backing Luke. I’m not too proud to beg, sweetheart.”
Mareth snorted at that. “Since when?”
“Since the End of Days began,” Lilith said seriously. “Since the lives of you, your friends, and every student in my Academy depended on whether Luke wins against Queen Titania or not.”
Her frankness took Mareth by surprise. I could see that part of the succubus wanted to believe the woman she’d been forced to call ‘Auntie’ for her entire life—but their mutual antipathy still held the two women apar
t.
Mareth’s eyes narrowed. “This is a trick,” she said bluntly. “Has to be.”
Lilith’s manner left no doubt that Mareth was wrong.
“It’s really not,” the demoness headmistress whispered, clutching her hands together in front of her. “I came here with the full intention of begging Luke for his help. On my knees, if necessary.” Her frankness shocked the young succubus—which was a treat, considering Mareth’s sensibilities. “The alliance between the Celestial Realm and the Unseelie Fae will wipe my home off the map, and kill thousands of promising young demons. Unless Luke steps in and stops it. So yes, I was willing to do just about anything to secure that help.” Lilith let loose with that spectacular pout. “Also, if you simply must know, Luke and I did not end things well, the last time we parted. I wanted to make up for it.”
While Lilith spoke, Mareth’s eyes had grown wider and wider. She looked at her adopted aunt like she’d never seen her before—like the ancient and powerful demon was in danger of growing a second head and spitting fire. “You’re cracked,” Mareth whispered.
Lilith laughed at that. “Yes, maybe I am,” she purred, raking my chest with her long nails. “I brought something else, too, to sweeten the deal. It’s over in the corner.”
She gestured at a long package hanging against one wall. A brilliant white cloth covered it, obscuring its shape. Whatever it was, it was much longer than it was wide, almost like a 2x4. I wanted to go to it, tear back the fabric and discover what it was, but something inside me whispered that this wasn’t the time.
“Both of us know why I’m really here, though,” Lilith said, pouting her lips. “You want me, Luke. You’ve always wanted me.” She spread her arms, finally dropping her final wall. I saw the Headmistress of the Infernal Academy revealed in all her insecurity, looking at me not like a demoness but merely the way a woman looks at a man. “So how about it? Am I still worthy of a pity fuck?”
I looked from her to Mareth, then back again, unable to believe this turn of events.
“All this time,” I grunted. “All this fucking time…”
“What is it, dear?” Now that she had a foot in the door, Lilith sounded like a 1950’s housewife—the pinnacle of attentiveness, smiling like a Stepford Wife. “What were you thinking?”
“All this time, I’ve been obsessed with that vision I had of you and me,” I admitted. “I keep seeing it, over and over again. You, me, here. Doing what I told you about…”
“Fucking,” Lilith said with a smile. “Fucking rather hard, if your description was to be believed.”
I laughed. “I didn’t realize the vision was incomplete,” I said, glancing back over my shoulder at Mareth. “I saw myself with you—but I didn’t realize we’d have company.”
Mareth and Lilith sized each other up as I spoke, each taking the measure of the other. They still didn’t like each other, and maybe they never would. That was fine by me—I didn’t need my harem girls to be all lovey-dovey, anyway. There was something to be said about cultivating a team of rivals, a group who’d compete with each other for my favor.
Yeah, I liked that. Liked it a lot.
“I’ve never had time to notice it before,” I said, “but you two look so much alike. Even though there’s not a drop of blood in common between the two of you, you almost look like you could be mother and daughter. The Prince of Darkness really knows how to pick ‘em, doesn’t he?”
Mareth looked a bit offended, but Lilith giggled along.
“So that’s what you like,” the demoness purred, raking her nails down my back. Fuck, that felt almost as good as sex. “I doubt Mareth’s in much need of tutoring in the fine arts of sexual gratification. But I promise you, with maturity comes skill.”
“Oh yeah?”
Lilith nodded. “I know that tart of a succubus blew your mind, Luke. Hell, the entire Academy knows it. But I can give you so much more…”
It was just the opening Mareth needed. “Hey!” the succubus said, striding forward in her schoolgirl outfit. “Your pussy being all old and tired doesn’t mean Luke’s going to like fucking it more than mine. There’s no way you can make him cum as hard as I do…”
The two glared at each other, the youthful succubus and the mature demoness. The glint of challenge showed in both of their eyes, and suddenly I felt like I’d just scratched a winning lottery ticket.
Moving on intuition, Lilith grabbed Mareth and whirled her around. The succubus let out a little squeal as the older, more powerful demoness gripped her shoulders presenting Lucifer’s daughter to me like an offering.
“She’s so pretty,” Lilith was purring, running her fingers through Mareth’s hair. “She looks so much like me when I was younger, Luke. Does she call you ‘Daddy’ when you fuck her, like a good little girl?”
I swallowed hard. “Master,” I said, my throat suddenly dry.
“Oh dear,” Lilith said, feigning dismay. “I’ll have to teach my little girl how to be a good slut for you, sir…”
I didn’t expect Mareth to go along with it. After so many fights, so much time on the opposite side of things, I would never have guessed she’d go along with her wicked stepmother when it came to pleasuring me. But what I should have remembered was simple: both of these women loved me. They wanted to make me happy. And Mareth had seen the look in my eyes when I’d had the idea of a Mareth-Lilith threesome shoved at me.
I wanted this. Which meant Mareth wanted it, too.
The succubus groaned as Lilith forced her to her knees in front of me. “Good girl,” Lilith purred, reaching for the knot in the front of Mareth’s top. “Let’s get these off you. Daddy wants to see every inch of that hot little body—isn’t that right? Do you want to see her pretty little pussy, Luke?”
“Yes,” I grunted, already reaching into my robes. My cock felt like an iron girder, searingly hot with need—I had to bury it inside something tight and wet. “Show me.”
With admirable skill, Lilith disrobed the succubus.
First came her top, which slid off her tight little body as naturally as a snake shedding its skin. The perky orbs of Mareth’s tits were cherry red, her nipples like hard candies.
Then Lilith reached down and stripped off Mareth’s skirt, making sure to grope her ass and mound as much as she could as she pulled off the green gingham fabric.
Mareth already had her face buried in my crotch. A deep flush spread across her cheeks, and I swore I could see hearts in her succubus eyes as she ran her tongue up and down the cock she loved so much.
“Da-dee,” Mareth whimpered, totally getting into it now. “Let me taste you, Daddy. Please?”
Behind her, Lilith snickered. “Has she been a good enough succubus to taste that cum? Stick your ass in the air while you do it, dearie—and make sure to keep eye contact. Men love it when you lock eyes with them while you’re sucking them off. It makes them feel like a King—like God!”
I sure as shit felt like God as Mareth obediently wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.
Just as Lilith commanded, she shoved her juicy ass in the air and kept her eyes on me as she swallowed me down, taking me all the way down to the balls like she’d never even heard of the words ‘gag reflex’.
The heat and friction were incredible, and when the crown of my cock slammed into the back of her throat, I nearly came apart right then and there.
I was the happiest fucking man in the world. But Lilith still wasn’t satisfied.
“Hmm… that’s still not quite right,” the demoness said, a wicked little lilt in her voice.
Mareth’s mouth left mine with a wet little popped. She looked stoned on bliss, and belatedly I realized she must have been sipping on both my pleasure and Lilith’s arousal. “Huh? What’s wrong?”
“For most men, having a succubus on her knees worshipping their cock would be exactly what they deserve,” Lilith said, sounding almost like a teacher instructing a student. “But for someone like Luke, they need a little something extra.
”
And the demoness dropped to her knees besides Mareth.
The succubus was so startled she nearly jumped into the air, cock or no cock. “Lilith! What are you doing!?”
“Giving you a crash course on how to please a man with your mouth,” Lilith said smoothly. She beamed up at me, nibbling her bottom lip with just the right amount of experience and excitement, then let her long tongue wrap around my dick like a serpent coiling around its victim. “Yuu haf to really get in ther…!”
“I know how to give a blowjob!” Mareth snapped. “Get out of the way and let me pleasure Luke!”
Rather than let me go, Lilith teased my balls with the tips of her claws. “Suck ‘em,” she groaned, working her tongue around me like nothing I’d ever felt before. “Make Daddy proud…”
Mareth hesitated for a brief moment—then let out a little whimper as she broke. The succubus buried her face in my balls, inhaling their rich, musky scent as Lilith swirled her naughty tongue around my shaft. That tongue felt like it had too many muscles—prodding me from different angles, wrapping around me as tight as a pussy while Lilith moaned and coaxed me.
“Thas right,” Lilith panted. Poor thing had her mouth full, but was trying her best. “Yuu have to please every inch of a man, dearie. Keep at it!”
Mareth massaged my balls with her mouth and tongue, slathering her juices all over them as Lilith kept on stroking and licking me. It felt strange to have so much attention lavished on my nuts, but honestly, it felt pretty damned great. It looked degrading to have Mareth down there too—it showed that she wasn’t hesitant to get down and dirty in order to get me off.
Lilith pulled off my cock, licking my precum off her lips. “Relax, Luke. Enjoy this. This is the worship you deserve. In time, having two beautiful bitches dote on you like this will become routine. Every morning, my little girl and I will get you off oh so hard, letting you spray all over our faces…”
Maybe that would happen. But what wouldn’t happen was me ever getting used to beauties like these sucking on my cock.