by Dante King
I drew magic into myself as I made my way through the living room. I was the master of this subspace, every bit as much as Karl had been the master of his. With the energy flowing through my veins, I could alter everything about it—from the décor to the walls to the elements of the world around me. So why freak out?
Whoever this was, they’d counted on me not being home to fight them. But I was back, in full control of my powers, and I was pissed. How dare they try to break in!
To my surprise, not one but two hallways stretched from the living room. I followed the one I knew well, listening for a repeat of the faint moan I’d heard before. The bathroom was empty, the heart Maddie had drawn in the steam on the mirror still faintly visible against the glass. The sheets on my bed were as rumpled as if I’d had an orgy, but no participants had remained behind for me to find.
Damn it. If this was a burglary, it was a subtle one for sure.
That left the new, unexplored hallway. It stretched in the opposite direction, carved from the same strange white marble that so many things in the Celestial Realm were built from. The ceiling stretched over my head like the vaulting angles of a cathedral, making me dizzy.
Another moan reached my ears. This one was loud enough for me to distinguish a single word: one that set my heart on fire.
“Luke…”
It came from behind the door at the end of the hall. Flames lapped at my fingers as I reached for the knob, the square of skin between my shoulder blades beginning to itch as my wings begged to unfurl.
“Luke! Ah, Luke, that’s so good! I’ve been such a bad little wifey…!”
I froze, my fingers on the polished gold knob. Huh?
Exercising caution, I opened the door slowly, widening it a crack. What I saw made my heart skip a beat, even as relief crashed through my bloodstream.
This was the new bedroom created when the Celestial wing appeared in my subspace. Only while the Infernal Realm’s digs tended toward a small, utilitarian room for quickies and impromptu threesomes, this room resembled the sex dungeon of some libertine billionaire.
Like my other bedroom, the space was dominated by a king-sized bed: only this was a massive four-poster with its own canopy, covered in wispy silk like the lair of some sexy spider queen. Heavy oak posts weighed the bed to the floor and tied to each were leather straps that crisscrossed underneath the mahogany frame. The other end of those leather straps was tied to my harem girl, Christina, who looked like she was having the time of her life.
Small packs of candles burned throughout the room, bathing the room in a romantic glow. In the candlelight, Mareth’s crimson skin flushed an even deeper shade as she drew a riding crop over Christina’s tanned skin. Both of them were in their full-on demon forms: long horns, twitching tails, tongues so long and sinuous they could wrap them around your balls twice while going down on you. Sweat matted Christina’s blonde hair against her face, her eyes rolling in their sockets with wide abandon.
Why was she moaning my name, of all things? It didn’t take long for me to figure out the answer.
“No, not like that,” Mareth snapped suddenly, reaching out for Christina’s legs. She’d just gotten one tangled in the straps, leaving her sexy pose slightly off-kilter. “He’s just going to end up laughing at you if you do something like that! Keep your thighs slightly apart, then arch your ass in the air... god yes! Fuck, you look so fucking yummy…”
Christina wiggled her ass back and forth, being a good little girl just like Mareth wanted. “Remember, no tasting,” she said, nibbling her bottom lip. “I just want to practice this shit before Luke gets back home. He’s going to be so surprised when he sees me waiting for him all tied up and ready to go…”
My jaw hit the floor. Mareth and Christina must have still been in subspace when the new hallway emerged, created by my acceptance to the Celestial Academy. They’d discovered this new bedroom, chock full of fun, sexy toys—and they’d decided to try them out. Break them in a bit, so they’d know what to do when I brought them in here for real.
A warm feeling spread across my chest. Damn, I was so proud of them. My harem was fucking awesome!
“Okay, now you’re definitely going to want to present these,” Mareth purred, reaching for Christina’s nipples. Each was pierced with a thin metallic bar, studded on either side with a tiny silver cap. Though it seemed unbelievable, Christina had been pierced before her demonic transformation—she’d once claimed decadence was the hallmark of fealty to the Prince of Darkness, and she’d denied herself no pleasure in pursuing her occult Satanism.
I couldn’t blame her, of course. Her tits looked fucking fantastic.
Mareth leaned over to the other side of the bed, away from my prying eyes. As she rummaged around, her short skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the fact that she didn’t have a stitch on underneath the schoolgirl uniform she always wore. Her tail swung back and forth as if she knew my gaze was on her, showing off the crimson-tinted skin of her ass and the swollen curve of her bare mound. Mareth was about as turned on as a woman could be—as a succubus, she fed off the sexual energy around her, getting drunk on it the way most co-eds did with vodka or tequila. Once she’d had enough, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do in or out of the bedroom. The marks in my kitchen were proof of that.
The succubus pulled out a slender riding crop topped with a black leather strap. I was familiar with the tool, having had a girlfriend who was into some light ‘Fifty Shades’ kind of stuff, but the sight of it in Mareth’s hands filled me with an arousal like nothing else I’d ever experienced. As my eyes adjusted to the candlelight, I realized this crop had something etched into its flat side—a pentagram design. Whipping someone’s ass with this would leave demonic runes on their skin, angry little welts that would be visible for days.
I pictured Christina walking around in demon form with those marks on the backs of her thighs and nearly filled my boxers with cum. A low growl escaped my throat as I watched the pair practice, the thought of being inside them setting off all my primal impulses at once.
They heard. They didn’t give any outward sign that they knew I was there, yet something shifted in their demeanor all the same. Christina’s eyes sparkled with mischief, her moans and whimpers going into full-on porn star mode as Mareth ran the riding crop over her taut little belly.
“Where do you think he’s going to spank me first?” Christina asked teasingly. “These straps make it pretty easy for Luke to flip me around and beat my ass raw—but he’s always loved my tits. If I’m showing them off like this when he walks in, I bet he won’t be able to resist—”
As if showing them off, Mareth leaned over and wrapped her tongue around one of Christina’s nipple studs. Christina arched her back, panting with pleasure as the sensitive nub stiffened beneath the succubus’s teasing power.
“I don’t know,” Mareth growled, leaning over to expose her bare ass to my hiding spot. “Why don’t we ask Master himself?”
Fuck. The M-word never failed to make me feel like a fucking King. Hearing Mareth call me Master meant the game was up—I didn’t have to hide and pretend I wasn’t there any longer. In truth, I ached to hop in.
The door swung open. Christina and Mareth did their level best to look surprised, but it was clear they’d been showing off for me all along. “Welcome home, Master!” Mareth said, spreading her arms for a hug. “We were so worried when you and Maddie disappeared! Then this big bedroom showed up and we didn’t know what to do—”
“Liar,” I said, taking the riding crop from her hands. “You knew exactly what to do. You always know exactly what Master wants—don’t you, little girl?”
I could count on one hand the number of men at the Infernal Academy who’d called Mareth little girl and gotten away with it. As one of Lucifer’s daughters—the product of a hellfire-hot affair between the Prince of Darkness and Mareth’s mom, a succubus—she was one of the hottest pieces of ass at the school, and a fierce fighter to boot. Half the demons
in the student body were secretly thinking of her while they fucked their girlfriends—and the other half only didn’t because they were afraid she might see it telepathically and beat their asses.
Mareth didn’t bow for anyone. But for me, she dropped to her knees.
Literally. I mean she slid to her knees right in front of the bed, her fingers going for the belt on my robes like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Of course, Master,” the succubus purred, her long tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. “I always know exactly what a man like you wants.”
In moments, she’d freed my cock from the prison of my boxers. It hung long and thick in front of her face, tilted gently to the side. A fat bead of precum dripped from the tip.
I could practically see hearts in Mareth’s eyes. She gazed at my cock like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, reverently wrapping her tongue around it as she prepared to take me deep.
“Hey, no fair!” Christina, who’d watched all this through heavy-lidded eyes, now wriggled and writhed in her restraints. “I’m all tied up! I can’t join you!”
I smirked. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll get yours. I just... ohhh…”
The sensation of Mareth’s hot, wet mouth enveloping my cock made me lose my train of thought. It was hard to think of anything but the sight of her sexy little face bouncing up and down on my prick as she deepthroated me, her fingers around my base as she relaxed her throat and let me hit the back with my swollen crown.
Best fucking feeling in the world, I thought, grabbing her horns to coax her deeper. My gaze traveled to Christina and her soaking wet pussy, her gorgeous demon form splayed out on the bed beneath me. Well, ALMOST the best…
I let Mareth keep sucking me for another minute or two, until my cock throbbed against the back of her throat like it was about to erupt. I could feel her getting high on my precum, arching her back harder and harder until her ass was in the air higher than her head. Then I pulled out and slapped her across the face with it, savoring the love-drunk look of need in her eyes.
“Thank you, Master,” Mareth panted, her eyes rolling in her head. “Mmmh, I’m such a bad little demon slut! I need you to use my pussy just as hard as you use my throat!”
“Later,” I assured her, hooking a thumb in her mouth. She sucked it greedily like she wanted to give me a second helping of her oral powers, then let me use it as leverage to help her to her feet. Her white fangs flashed in her mouth, her naughty tongue teasing the digit as I pulled out. “Right now, I think someone else deserves a little attention.”
I turned my gaze on Christina. Instantly, the beautiful blonde went limp against her restraints, more than willing to take whatever I wanted to dish out.
“So, you two were practicing?” I asked, testing the riding crop against my palm. Damn, this thing stung like a bitch. Christina would probably be walking around with bruises for days after I used a thing like this on her. Good. “That’s all?”
“Of course,” my blonde girlfriend whimpered, lifting her pelvis into the air. “But I’ve done plenty of wicked things to you, baby! There’s lots I need to be punished for!”
“Oh yeah?” I ran the crop between her breasts, sliding it in and out as if I were fucking the orbs. I could tell Christina wanted to cup her tits around the crop, and it was killing her that she couldn’t work her arms free and do just that. “Like what?”
“Like never look your way back in college,” she grinned, looking up at me like I was her God. “Like getting you in trouble by fucking you in the middle of the Lust School, while we were meant to be on our introductory tour…”
Fuck yeah. I remembered that—it had been hotter than hell.
“You have been a bad girl,” I told her. “But not for that.”
Confusion cut through Christina’s lust. “No?”
I lifted the crop and smacked her left tit with it. Christina cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, a welt appearing on the side of her flawless breast. Between her legs, I saw the muscles of her pussy spasm, juice dripping down her thighs.
“You went into my new bedroom without me,” I growled, grabbing Mareth and bringing her to my side. “You took out all my new toys without letting me get a chance to unbox them. Then you tied yourself up and waited for me, like you’re worthy of being the first girl who gets punished in that bed. What a presumptuous little bitch you are, Christina…”
She let out a little laugh, spreading her legs further. “You’re so right,” she moaned, begging me to hit her again. “I don’t even deserve to get spanked by you, Luke. I’m so far beneath you I should be groveling at your feet, begging for your attention!”
I had to hand it to her—Christina knew exactly what I liked. Having a girl as hot as her debase herself before me was both a total turn-on and a major confidence boost. I loved being in control, being the dominant one in bed. Like Mareth, Christina wasn’t used to that with her men—she’d always been so far up the totem pole she ended up being the one in charge.
Now both women belonged to me. And they fucking loved it.
Thwap! The riding crop slapped at Christina’s nipple, leaving a dark bruise in the shape of a pentagram. Tears sprang to Christina’s eyes, even as her pussy boiled over.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “This is fun!”
I’d never known I had this inside me. But clearly, someone did—they’d left this place ready for me. Was this the Infernal Realm’s doing, using some of my new energy to create a sex dungeon? Or did rooms at the Celestial Academy actually come with this kind of hardware?
I found it hard to imagine angels engaging in bondage, so I had to assume the former. But for now, I was going to tuck the question away and have some fun.
“It is fun,” Mareth purred. The succubus embraced me from behind, gently stroking my cock as she hugged me tight. “I can feel how much you like it, Master. Don’t hold yourself back—none of us want you to do that! Christina wants you to give her everything, Master! Hurt her, mark her as yours, then fuck her dumb little demon bimbo brains out!”
It was like Mareth’s words cut something loose inside me. Leaning over Christina, the heat of our bodies mixing, I went wild with the riding crop. Pentagram-shaped welts rose on both of her breasts, between her thighs—even her pussy didn’t escape unscathed. I quickly learned that Christina enjoyed having her clit thwapped, and she liked it even more when Mareth leaned down to kiss it better after every savage slap.
“Ungh, fuck...Luke…” Christina sounded every bit as high as Mareth. The combination of pain and pleasure mixed inside of the demon girl, leaving her riding a wave of pleasure nothing on Earth could match. “Spank my ass, baby, please! Fuck, my ass needs those bruises, sweetheart! Fuck you’re so good at that!”
I wrapped my fingers in Mareth’s hair and tugged her face away from Christina’s pussy. “Show me how to flip her over,” I commanded the succubus, my tone rough and savage.
It turned out to be a simple matter of adjusting the chains connecting the leather underneath of the mattress. Doing so gave the restraints a little bit more give, allowing Christina to arch her back as she got on her hands and knees across the massive four-post bed. The wings that had been pressed against the blankets could now flap freely, twitching with barely repressed lust as I ran a hand between her soaked thighs.
“I’m going to give you a little decoration,” I decided, teasing her thick, round ass with the crop. “After we’re done, I want you to put on some of those skintight fishnet stockings I like so much. They’re going to end right here”—I indicated the tops of her thighs, where I’d been fantasizing only a moment ago—“and I’m going to put a couple marks right here for everyone to see. So everyone at the Academy will know exactly who you belong to!”
The suggestion drove Christina wild. “Yes, baby!” the demon girl panted. She shared a look with Mareth that made it clear she considered herself the luckiest woman in the world. “You know I’ll let you dress me up however you want! Fuck
, I’ll walk around campus bare-ass naked if that’s what you command!”
“Fuck,” Mareth groaned. She leaned on one of the bed’s posts, the candlelight cutting shadows into her cleavage. “That’s so hawt! You’d make all the demons hard—and all the demon girls wet…”
“They’d all be so horny for me,” Christina agreed, wiggling her ass. “But only you get to touch me, Luke. Only you get to stick your dick inside this tight, wet, perfect little pussy!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The riding crop came down like a lightning strike, etching a pentagram into the back of Christina’s pale, smooth thigh. She took the pain gamely, groaning and whimpering even as tears sprang to her eyes. I slapped her thigh’s twin even harder, leaving a welt that rose like a puffy watermark across her otherwise-flawless skin.
As I prepared to do the same to her ass, I leaned forward and buried the head of my cock between her thighs. With her legs spread wide for me, Christina’s pussy was as open and hot as an oven with no door. I felt Mareth’s fangs bite gently into my shoulder, adding pain to my pleasure as the crown of my cock demanded entrance to Christina’s tight, primed channel.
“Let the demon out,” Mareth whimpered, her tongue grazing the inside of my ear. “Go beast mode, Luke. I want to see you fuck Christina’s brains right out of her head!”
As I pushed forward into Christina’s pussy, impaling her hilt-deep in a single perfect stroke, I transformed. Wings erupted from my back, the spot where Mareth had bit me healing instantly, while my nails lengthened into sharp, lethal claws. Though I couldn’t see my own face, I knew my eyes glowed a sinister, demonic shade of red.
Mareth sank to her knees next to the bed as if her Lord and Master had just arrived. Which, technically, he had. “Thank you, Luke,” the succubus purred, feeling every thrust inside of Christina’s pussy as if it were her own. “Oh fuck, you’re so big!”