Succubus Lord 3

by Eric Vall

  Todd then joined the fray, hopped up into the air, and released a hailstorm of tiny fireballs at Zepar.

  “It’s a-me, Toddio!” he slurred with a god-awful Italian accent.

  A few of the imp’s attacks struck the demon’s body when his armor was glitching out, and he let out a scream of pain.

  That’s it.

  “Sia!” I cupped my hands over my mouth. “I want you to release him on my signal?”

  “What?” The redhead sounded shocked. “You want me to just let him go?”

  “Just trust me on this one!” I reassured her.

  I closed my eyes and thought about the things that fueled my passion. I thought about how my and Sia’s bodies had mingled out in the desert. I thought about how the other girls had gone to town on me back at the mansion. At the same time. Then I thought about Jane.

  It’d been a few weeks since I’d seen the sexy brunette cultist, and I missed her dearly. We had scheduled one of our regular “in-person” meetings for this week, and the only thing standing between me and my sweet, blue-eyed beauty was this asshole.

  That was gonna change real quick.

  I opened my eyes, and my entire vision was red. My body was now completely surrounded by a burning red Hellfire of passion, and it was so intense that I could feel the stage melting beneath me. At the right moment when his armor was about to glitch out, I channeled my energy down into my hands, clapped them together, and released a gigantic beam of fire at Zepar.

  “Now!” I commanded as the attack left my body and slipped past his missing armor.

  A split second later, Sia cut off her spell, and the black flames around Zepar’s body disappeared. The demon’s armor stopped glitching, and it returned to its glowing, impenetrable form.

  The only difference was that now, my searing-hot red Hellfire was in there with him.

  I couldn’t see what was going on inside of the fucker’s armor, but Zepar’s howls of pain and the smoke that billowed out of his eye holes told me everything I needed to know.

  The demon fell to his knees, and then his massive frame collapsed forward onto the floor. His glowing armor dimmed and then vanished, revealing the charred, crispy body of the dead demon.

  “Bro. Bro. Bro.” Todd stumbled over and nudged the body with his foot. “Did we just fucking hotbox a demon to death?”

  “Yes, we did, Todd,” I sighed with relief. “Yes, we did.”

  I looked around at the mess that surrounded us.

  There were at least twenty or thirty dead assassins littered across the floor of the strip club, their bodies in different states of manglement. Before us sat a smoldering demon, and the blackish blood from his thigh wound had been trailed all around the main area of the establishment. Then there was the general destruction of the furniture, stage, and interior of the club.

  “This place is a mess.” Libidine shook her head as she looked around at the damages.

  “But it’s our mess, right, Jakey?” Todd rubbed his eyes as the words slipped out.

  “Our mess?” I asked the drunken imp.

  “Well, yeah.” Todd smacked his lips. “We totally just killed the owner of this joint. That means it’s ours now, right? Finders keepers and all that.”

  “We are going to need some way of keeping up our income…” Sia ran her hand through her red locks as she pondered the proposition. “Robert Quinn’s bank account is getting drained by the second thanks to our newfound culting endeavors. We still have plenty in there, but it would be wise to think of ways to create passive income.”

  “What about the cultists?” Cupi huffed. “You’d think the Cult of Azazel would have some rich asshole in their midst who could fund all their crazy rituals.”

  “They did,” I reminded the blonde succubus. “His name was Robert Quinn. We killed him and took all his money, remember?”

  “Does that mean we’re the rich assholes now?” Todd muttered in disbelief.

  “Maybe, Todd, maybe.” I patted the drunken imp on the head and then turned back to the succubi. “But seriously, this place needs a lot of TLC if you’re serious about taking it over.”

  “TLC?” Libidine asked curiously.

  “Tits, Lips, and Clits,” Todd belched.

  “Oh!” Liby giggled. “We can make sure there’s plenty of those.”

  “That’s not-- You know what, nevermind,” I laughed.

  Sia was now holding her hands in front of her face and forming her fingers into a frame shape.

  “We already know the Velvet Lips can be very profitable,” the redhead mused. “Under my management, I think we could at least double its earnings.”

  I chuckled. “I like the sound of that.”

  “We just gotta get rid of the bodies,” Todd suggested. “I’ve got a few concrete blocks in the back of Shadow. We can take ‘em down to the river and make ‘em sleep with the fishes.”

  “Or, we could just burn the bodies,” I retorted. “We’ve got five of us here that can summon Hellfire hotter than any temperature known to man.”

  “That could work, too,” Todd said with a burp.

  “I’m seeing it now!” Sia half-joked. “We could do different themed nights, each with special dancers and menu items. That way, customers would have to come back multiple times a week to see all their favorite dancers. I’d love to see this drab ‘black and white’ color scheme go away, as well. I have so many ideas for this place!”

  “First, we need to get it all cleaned up,” I noted. “And even once that is done, somebody needs to talk to the cops about the gunfire and get the dancers back. It’s gonna be a lot of work.”

  Cupi put her hand tenderly against my chest.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she purred. “The four of us can handle the nitty-gritty details. You’ve already done your part, and I know you’re anxious to get home so that you can see Jane.”

  “I, uh--” I tried to think of an excuse, but she was one-hundred percent correct.

  I was exhausted from the fight, and all I wanted to do was go back to the mansion, rip Jane’s clothes off, and ravish her.

  “You heard Sister Cupiditas,” Sia agreed. “Go on home. We’ll handle all of this.”

  “We’ll totally grab an Uber or a cab or something,” Todd added. “I’m totally not okay to drive right now, anyway.”

  “Alright,” I conceded. “I trust you guys to handle things. Please be careful.”

  “We will, Jacob,” Liby said with a reassuring nod. “Now go. I’d hate to have you miss your-- What did Todd call it? A ‘booty call’ with Jane? We don’t want to make you late for that.”

  “It’s an ‘in-person’ cult meeting, thank you very much,” I explained. “It’s going to--”

  “But you do intend to make love to her, right?” Cupiditas cut me off.

  “Well, I, uh--” I stammered. “We’ll see where the conversation takes us.”

  “That means he is,” Libidine tried to explain to Sia.

  “Excellent!” The redhead giggled. “Jacob could use a release after what just happened here.”

  “And while he’s banging our brown-haired friend,” Liby added, “We can be working on more important things, like reestablishing this strip club!”

  “We’re not going to--”

  “Is it okay if I go with the succubi while you’re knockin’ boots with the cult chick?” Todd asked.

  “Well, somebody picked a fine time to sober up!” I laughed. “It’s not a booty call. Jane’s coming into Phoenix to talk to me about important cult business. She even mentioned on the phone yesterday that she has some big news that she’s been saving to tell me in person.”

  “Probably got a tit job,” Todd whispered not-so-subtly to the succubi. “She just wants to wait until she can get ‘em all up in Jakey’s face.”

  “I couldn’t imagine that’s it,” Sia said as she patted the imp on the head. “Her breasts are already quite splendid.”

  “Speak for yourself, sister,” Libidine pouted. “
I still think mine are bigger.”

  “Maybe someday Jacob will let us compare them, side-by-side?” Cupiditas cooed.

  “The three of us haven’t even been in bed together at the same time,” I deflected. “One thing at a time.”

  “Oh, it’s going to happen.” Sia smirked. “Sooner rather than later, hopefully.”

  “Now that’s something we can all agree on.” I winked.

  Our flirting was suddenly interrupted by another bout of Todd’s projectile vomiting.

  “Okay, now I think it’s all out.” The imp gagged and then wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Good thing this place is already a fucking mess, because that’s the tequila stomach stew right there, bro. Nobody wants to touch that.”

  “On that pleasant note, I think I’m gonna head out.” I plugged my nose and started to make my way to the exit.

  I walked out through the door of the strip club and back to Shadow, our jet-black Jeep Wrangler. As soon as I was in the vehicle, I glanced over at the clock on the dashboard excitedly.

  The strip club was about an hour away from the mansion, and I didn’t want to keep the brunette waiting. I turned the keys in the ignition, and Shadow roared to life. I kicked her into gear, and I was off, back to my new home.

  My friends may have been teasing me about Jane’s visit, but it was all in good fun. Besides, they were right. We hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and I had a long list of things that I wanted to do to her when I saw her.

  Hopefully, her list was twice as long.

  Chapter 3

  Jane’s enormous breasts bounced happily up and down as she rode my rock-hard cock.

  As the brunette straddled me, I slowly ran my hands up her body, stopping to caress each and every curve as I did so. I must have been doing something right because the woman let out a series of moans that became more and more intense with every bounce.

  “Hold on, now,” she said as her blue eyes stared intensely into my own. “I don’t want this to be over too quickly.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I warned.

  Jane pulled herself up so that I slid out of her, and my erect dick flopped down against my stomach. Then the brunette lowered herself back down so that the lips of her pussy were wrapped around the very bottom of my shaft. Slowly, she started to grind her hips back and forth. She was ridiculously wet, and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to the brink.

  She leaned down and pressed her lips against mine, and the sweet taste of her kiss took me back to the first time we made love. Our tongues danced around for minutes, all while Jane slowed her pace so that we could continue to make it last.

  I never wanted this to end.

  “That’s enough teasing.” The brunette winked and then rolled over onto the other side of the bed. “It’s your turn again.”

  I was going to make some sort of smart comment about how we’d been going at it for an hour already, but then Jane slid up onto her knees, arched her back, and stuck her tight ass up into the air.

  The sight left me speechless.

  Without uttering a single word, I pulled myself onto my knees, got behind the curvy brunette, and guided my massive erection back into her pussy. I made sure that I did it slowly. That way, she could feel every single inch as it made its way deep inside of her.

  Jane gasped once her lips touched the base of my shaft, and she realized that now, and only now, was I all the way in.

  For the next few minutes, I pounded her from behind. Her heart-shaped ass trembled with each thrust, and she tried in vain to stifle her moans as I continued to go to town.

  Jane kept sounding like she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, but she was like a well-oiled machine this time around. No matter what I did, no matter how deep I went or what motions I made, she kept going.

  Finally, the brunette started to mirror my movements, and as I would push myself into her, she would slowly ease herself backward to meet me halfway. Then, she reached back between her legs and began to stroke my balls.

  This was it. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  Jane must have sensed it because she lurched forward as I pulled out and then flipped around just as I exploded all over her perfect breasts.

  “That was marvelous, Jacob,” the brunette cooed as she picked up some of my cum off her nipple with her finger and then licked it off.

  “Oh, we’re not done yet.” My eyes narrowed at the woman, and her blue eyes shined bright at my words.

  I slid my head down Jane’s body, spread apart her legs, and then started to run my tongue along her inner thigh.

  The brunette gasped and then groaned as I pressed my tongue against the lips of her pussy.

  I teased her for a moment, and then I finally made my way up to her clit. It took me a minute to figure out what motion was going to work best, but two hands tightly gripping at my head suddenly told me I’d found a winner. I kept going, and Jane’s moans got louder and louder.

  Finally, I felt the brunette’s entire body quiver, and her hands threatened to rip all the hair out of my scalp. Jane let out an intense groan of pleasure as she tensed up, climaxed, and then fell back onto the bed.

  I lifted my head up, and then I slowly climbed into the empty spot beside Jane.

  “Is that what you normally do?” The brunette panted and rubbed her forehead.

  I just shrugged. “It’s different with every woman. That was probably one of the most intense ones I’ve ever seen, for sure.”

  “How the fuck did you do that?” she begged. “Like, seriously?”

  “With my tongue?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she moaned. “Your cock is so big, so I just didn’t expect your tongue to be so good.”

  “I dunno,” I admitted. “My ex hated the thought of me going anywhere near her vagina, so I kinda fell out of practice there for a while.”

  “Until the succubi came around?” Jane asked as she snuggled up close to me.

  “Actually, no.” I chuckled. “None of them have gotten to experience that yet.”

  “Really?” Jane was now giddy. “I got to try something with you before the others did?”

  “It’ll be our little secret.” I wrapped my arm around the naked brunette. “Although I can’t promise that it’ll stay that way forever.”

  “That’s fine,” she cooed. “I understand. You’re on your way to becoming a demon lord. You’ve got all of these hot demon women lusting after your body, and you have hundreds of mortal women who literally worship you and would give anything to spend a single night with Jacob Ralston. I’m just glad you chose me.”

  “I don’t think I chose you,” I corrected. “If I recall, you’re the one who got us all drinks at that cult meeting… and then you tried to burn me alive with your Hellfire.”

  “And then I fucked you,” she added.

  “Of course,” I laughed, “that was the best part.”

  “I dunno… I can go back and tell all of my cult friends that I survived a scuffle with our legendary master.” Jane ran her hand across my face. “That’s a story that will last for a millennium, long after I’m gone.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked with a twinge of fear.

  “Don’t be silly, Jacob.” The brunette chuckled. “I’m mortal. You are becoming a dark god, and your friends are demons. There will come a day when I pass on, and you will continue on without me. It’s kinda the way demon-worship works.”

  “Unless we find a way to make you immortal,” I suggested.

  “I would like that,” she said with a soft sigh. “Spending an eternity with her master would be all a cultist could ask for.”

  “Remember what I told you about the whole ‘master’ thing.” I wagged my finger at the woman. “It’s kinda creepy.”

  “Sure thing, Jacob.” Jane laughed and then leaned her head back against my chest.

  A stared up at the ceiling as I ran my hands through Jane’s long, brown hair. The next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep.

/>   When I finally awoke, I looked over at the clock and realized it was nearly two in the afternoon. Jane and I had gone at it for nearly two hours, and then we must have fallen asleep for another three.

  I was exhausted, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. Last night was draining, and the brunette woman had ridden me raw.

  The bed was empty when I started to stir, and I could no longer feel Jane’s soft, warm skin against my body. I sat up, stretched, and then climbed out of bed and walked toward my gigantic closet.

  This entire mansion used to belong to Robert Quinn, the millionaire tech mobile who dressed like a cowboy but was really a centuries-old demon in disguise. After we killed the fucker, we took it all for ourselves.

  Of course, squatter’s rights didn’t have much legality in Arizona, so Sia and Todd had to go out and fudge some paperwork. With the imp’s voice-mimicking abilities and the redhead’s business acumen, we officially became the owners of the Quinn Mansion in no time.

  As I entered the walk-in closet, I was greeted with all the fashionable clothes I’d purchased using the dead demon’s credit cards. Shiny gray blazers, vibrant dress shirts, slick ties, and shiny shoes lined the entire wardrobe.

  Of course, I hadn’t sprung entirely for the finer things. There were a couple pieces of more casual attire like sweatpants, athletic shorts, and t-shirts, but those were hidden away in the closet’s built-in drawers.

  I wrapped my hand around the sleek, faux-crystal knobs, and then I opened the sleek black wood of the drawer. I rummaged around for a minute or two until I found what I was looking for, a pair of slim-fit jeans and a nicer-looking white and black shirt.

  I quickly slipped on my boxers, and then I tossed on the rest of my outfit in a flash. Even though I’d already seen this combo a million times before, I couldn’t help but admire the casual-yet-stylish look in the mirror.

  Once I was completely dressed, I made my way out of the bedroom, down the pristine white staircase onto the first floor, and then into the main living area.