Lucifer Reborn 2

by Dante King

  I was. My cock swelled larger and thicker inside of Christina as I went full-on demonic, the already hard fucking my human form had been giving her turning savage and bestial. Christina arched her back and howled with bliss, the walls of her channel clenching around me as an orgasm tore through her curvy, demonic frame.

  “That’s right, stretch her out!” Mareth’s teasing, wicked voice echoed in my ears, her tone altered by her demonic magic. “Pound that little bitch, Luke! I want to see her walking funny for a week. Show all those demons exactly how you put her in her place!”

  My skin darkened as I fucked her harder, deeper, faster. An artist brought to this room would have painted the three of us as some sort of Satanic fresco: a demon corrupting two nubile young women into monsters with the force of his raw, sexual energy. Once I got this subspace big enough, I’d have to start doing some decorating of that nature.

  Christina’s ass bounced with every thrust, the firm flesh rippling as I brought the riding crop down again and again. I spared no mercy, pounding her hard and stretching out her walls as I left bruises across her perfect skin. At some point, I decided I wanted her against me and hooked my fingers in her mouth, tugging so hard the restraints tying her to the bed groaned in protest. Christina had to arch her back hard to take all of me inside her; she did so not only with lust but with utter, submissive devotion.

  “Oh fuck, she’s gonna cum again!” Mareth groaned shamelessly, her long tongue lolling over my shoulder. “Fuck, I can feel it, Luke! Oh fuck, the little slut’s going to cum... all over... your diiiick!”

  Mareth’s words turned into a ragged cry as she reached her own climax. She humped me from behind, grinding her pussy against my back as she rode out the throes of her pleasure. Huge, shuddering sobs escaped the succubus’ throat as she buried her face between my wings, her cheeks so hot they burned. Orgasm was the only time Mareth let herself be truly intimate rather than merely submissive—the backward embrace she gave me suddenly became loving, caresses over my chest and thighs that filled me with pride even as I buried myself deeper in Christina from behind.

  “Cum in me,” Christina begged, her blonde hair matted to her forehead as her demonic voice box distorted her voice. “Pump my pussy full, Luke! Oh fuck, my hot pussy needs your load so fuckin’ bad!”

  I knew she needed it. But what I needed was what mattered now. And the moment I saw Christina strapped down on this big bed, my mind had filled with visions of her covered in my load. I’d been pent up ever since coming to the Celestial Academy—it felt like the sex I’d had with Maddie was years ago. I needed to cum, and it was going to be a fucking geyser.

  “Here we go,” I panted, my balls tensing against me as I came right to the edge. “Oh fuck, Christina, you’re so fucking hot. You’re such a good little demon!”

  She beamed up at me, her eyes filled with pride. Christina gave me the same warm, open smile she’d greeted me with at her front door all those weeks ago as I pushed through her back walls, stretching her out in ways no other man could or would dare. The pleasure built and built, until it was unbearable, until I’d passed the point of no return…

  At the last moment, I pulled out. Gripping the base of my cock, I erupted all over Christina, spraying like a fucking fire hose.

  Her shocked gasp at being denied my cock turned into whimpers of pleasure as she felt my hot seed splash on her ass. My balls pulsed again and again, thick ropes of semen spraying from the tip as I groaned with pure, blissful release. Seed arced harder, painting her back and wings with streaks of gorgeous white as I unloaded.

  As I came down from my peak, Mareth buried her face between the beauty’s thighs. The succubus was like an animal as she lapped up my load, licking it from Christina’s cheeks and back with her long tongue. Soon, Christina was giggling with the sensation, then the two of them started to kiss, sharing my white cum between them. They drank it down like it was champagne; like they’d never tasted anything so good.

  Damn, I thought, looking at the two of them go. If I could film this shit and smuggle it out of Hell, I’d be a fucking millionaire. No one would believe it was real…

  But who cared whether anyone else thought it was real? It was my life, and that was all that mattered.

  I pulled Mareth to me, holding her tight as I ran my cock a few final times along Christina’s slit. She did get some of my load inside of her, but just a bit as I thrust through a few final aftershocks. By the time I was done, I felt like a washrag—utterly spent and dried out, put through the wringer.

  “It’s good to be home,” I told my two harem girls, hearing them giggle as they rubbed me down. “I have the craziest fucking story to tell you both…”

  Chapter 4

  The moment Christina was out of her restraints, she hugged me so tight I thought I might pass out. As a Wrathlust, Christina’s skills were centered in the martial realm, which meant she was one strong fucking demon. Fighting and fucking were the two pillars of her education at the Infernal Academy, and I was more than happy to aid in her learning on both counts.

  “Okay, Luke,” Christina said, planting a kiss on my cheek as she broke the embrace. “Spill it.”

  I looked from her to Mareth, a little confused. “I thought that’s what I just did,” I said, glancing down at my dick. “You ready for round two already, babe?”

  The two women shared a laugh. “That’s not what I mean,” Christina said, rocking back on her elbows. Now that she’d gotten off and gotten me off, her movements were languid and slow. I could picture her in human form, wrapped in a bathrobe with a glass of after-sex wine on the couch back on Earth. It would have been a good life, the two of us—but this was even better.

  “What do you mean, then?” I asked.

  “You always think of sex,” Mareth teased, raking her nails down my chest like she was daring me to take her. “Where the fuck did you go, Luke? One minute we were listening to you give Maddie the best sex of her life, then suddenly the two of you went silent.”

  “We thought you’d killed the poor girl,” Christina said with a laugh. “Mareth was worried the demon dick was too much for you.”

  “No, I said she was too much for him,” Mareth teased. “There’s no telling what kind of demon your girl might turn into when you bind her—some of them are like praying mantises. They eat their mates when they’re done with them…”

  I suppressed a shudder. “Well, obviously that didn’t happen,” I said, glancing around the room. Now that I could focus on things other than the two beautiful women in my bed, I noticed there was more sexual equipment in the room than just what Christina and Mareth were using—a lot more. Who had outfitted this place, anyway? “Jeez, there’s a lot of bondage stuff in here. You girls really went through the whole catalog, huh?”

  Christina and Mareth shared a look. “We thought you did that,” my girlfriend said, her eyebrows furrowing together. “You mean all this Mr. Gray stuff wasn’t your idea?”

  “We thought you wanted to whip us,” Mareth purred, burying her face against my chest. She was always cuddly after a fuck.

  “I do,” I admitted, searching their faces for any sign they weren’t okay with that. Seeing none, I continued: “but I had nothing to do with designing this place. When I came back to subspace, I was surprised to find the place had become so much bigger. Why don’t we go back to the living room? I could use a drink. Maybe a sandwich…”

  “Worked up an appetite?” Mareth giggled. “I’ll be happy to go in the kitchen and make you something, Master.”

  A few minutes later, Christina sat curled up next to me on one of the leather couches while Mareth made the three of us drinks and snacks. A roaring fire blazed in the hearth, leaving me to wonder if this subspace had a chimney and where it might lead.

  “Where’s Oni?” I asked, glancing around. I should have probably asked after him earlier—the sex had distracted me.

  “We figured he wouldn’t be necessary for a while,” Christina said, “so we sent
him back to the dorms. He said he had some family stuff to take care of, but I think he just wanted to make sure Karl’s people don’t retaliate against us for what we did to his subspace.”

  Between the bedroom and the living room, Christina had put on the fishnet stockings I’d requested, along with a pair of silky black panties. She splayed across me, topless, turning onto her taut little belly so I could see the welts on the backs of her thighs and ass. Yep, I thought. Every guy at the Academy’s going to be calling me the luckiest son of a bitch in Hell.

  Just then, Mareth arrived with some beers and sandwiches. As we ate, the conversation turned to business.

  “So what the fuck happened?” the succubus asked, downing half her bottle of Infernal Ale (‘Proof Satan Loves Us and Wants us to be Happy!’) in a single gulp. “You and Maddie just flew the coop, Master. We were so worried about you!”

  “What kind of demon did Maddie turn into?” Christina asked, wide-eyed.

  I couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out yet. “She didn’t,” I said, startling them both. “She turned into an angel…”

  While they made shocked looks, I gave my two harem girls a brief rundown on the events that had occurred since Maddie and I arrived at the Celestial Academy. Both Mareth and Christina seemed very interested in Judyth, but the particulars of the angelic realm didn’t hold much interest for either of them otherwise.

  “Bo-oring,” Mareth said, giving the whole thing a theatrical yawn. “All those rules and regulations. I bet angel college is a total snooze!”

  “But he’s got to go,” Christina said, her hand on my thigh. “Because Maddie’s an angel. Right?”

  “That’s right,” I said, looking from one girl to the other. “She’s one of us now. She goes where we go. There’s no way I’m letting her leave our group, even if she’s supposed to be attending a different Academy than the rest of us.”

  “It’ll just have to be a little long-distance,” Christina said with a shrug. “No biggie.”

  “No biggie?” Mareth leaned over, polishing off the rest of her beer. “No biggie!? Christina, do you have any idea what a completely unprecedented situation this is!?”

  Only the soft afterglow of a good, hard fucking allowed Christina to stare down the succubus and keep her cool. “No idea,” she said with another of those expansive shrugs. “And frankly, I don’t care. As long as I get to smash things up and have awesome sex, I’m game.” She punctuated the statement with a wink and a swig of her beer bottle that looked distinctly like the blonde was giving a blowjob.

  “A Wrathlust to your fucking bones,” Mareth said, shaking her head in amazement. “Christina, Dual Enrollment is not something that just happens every day. Lucifer must have had to pull some major strings to get Luke and Maddie admitted into the Celestial Academy. And if Luke can actually master both the angelic and demonic sides of things…” she shuddered with lust. “He’ll be Archlord for sure!”

  “Really?” Christina asked. I’d clearly just risen a notch or two in Christina’s estimation. Not that I wasn’t pretty damn high already. “Fuck, that’s awesome. I’m impressed! Not to mention a little intimidated. Are you really going to be able to juggle both sides’ classes, babe?”

  I’d been thinking the same thing. Almost from the moment I’d had the situation spelled out to me from Lucifer, the question had refused to leave my mind: did I have what it took to do this? Just handling classes at the Infernal Academy was a lot for one guy to take. Spinning both sets of plates at the same time—all while keeping my harem happy, and maybe even expanding it—was one hell of a tall order. Christina was right to be concerned.

  Yet I wasn’t too worried. Something told me it would all work out. Besides, the one thing that was absolutely certain was that I didn’t have to go through any of this alone. I had not one, not two, but three gorgeous women by my side, bound to me through ancient rituals. Christina, Mareth, and Maddie. There were even a couple girls lining up to join the crew—I thought of Xora, the rusalka who’d given us a tour of the Infernal Academy upon our arrival—but maybe I’d wait a while before expanding my crew too much.

  First, I wanted to see how the other half lived.

  Mareth, however, had clearly already made up her mind. “You’re going to be so bored,” the succubus said with a snicker, running a casual hand up my thigh. “Trust me, you’re going to be running back to our side of the fence as often as you possibly can. Those cloud sitters are the epitome of substance over style: sure, you might come out of there with a whole new understanding of magic and how the universe works, but will you have any fun while you’re there?”

  “Maddie seems pretty fun,” I said, a little taken aback.

  Mareth laughed. “Maddie is the biggest exception to the rule I’ve ever seen,” the succubus purred, making no secret of her caresses now. “An angel who actually likes to have sex? Who appreciates a good threesome? That girl’s the unicorn of unicorns, Master. You’d do well to hang onto her!”

  “I will,” I assured Mareth, cupping her chin. I was about to kiss her when a thought occurred to me. “You said Lucifer had to pull strings behind the scenes to get me into the Celestial Academy?”

  Mareth took a moment to think it over. “Undoubtedly,” she said, nodding.

  My mind whirled. “Then do you think Lilith already knows about all this?”

  Lucifer’s ex-wife Lilith was the Headmistress of the Infernal Academy. I owed her a favor, which tied my fate to hers in much the same way I’d already done with Judyth by agreeing to be her spy. I knew Lilith had her fingers in just about every pie down in Hell, and if Lucifer had to exert himself to get me into the Celestial Academy, she’d probably had something to do with it as well. Not that the two of them spoke—from what Mareth told me, Lucifer hadn’t been in the presence of his former wife for centuries. She was beautiful, and wicked, and dangerous.

  Also I’d had a vision of myself fucking her in the ass while she hung upside down from a contraption that made the bondage gear in my new bedroom look tame. So I had that in the back of my mind, as well.

  Mareth began to laugh. “Luke,” she said, slapping my thigh, “she probably knew about the Celestial Academy before you did.” Her eyes narrowed. “Which means news has almost certainly spread across campus by now. The only thing Auntie Lilith is better at than flirting is gossip. The bitch…”

  Now it was my turn to laugh. As ex-wife to the Prince of Darkness, Lilith was technically Mareth’s aunt: and she never missed an opportunity to rub that fact in the beautiful succubus’s face. She did a poor job of hiding her jealousy toward the younger, more supple demon girl.

  “I’m sure you’ll hear lots about it once you’re back on campus,” Christina said, leaning back against the couch. Her glorious toplessness was on display, completely chill now that the three of us had been thoroughly satisfied. “Speaking of which—you’re coming back to campus with us, right? We’ve got classes soon.”

  I shook my head. “I just left Maddie for a bit so I could check in and make sure everything was alright over here. I’ve got to finish getting set up on the side of the angels. I’ll probably be back and forth a lot for a while.” A feeling of tightness stretched at my gut. “We’re all going to have to do our best to keep in touch.”

  Mareth and Christina shared a wicked smile. As I watched, the two beautiful women leaned over in front of me—and started making out. God, I never got tired of watching that.

  “That definitely won’t be an issue,” Christina said, tasting her bottom lip as she broke the kiss. “We’ll just all meet up in subspace as much as we can. Besides, we’ve got your digits now, Luke.”

  “Digits?” I asked.

  Grinning, Christina reached beneath the coffee table and pulled out something I hadn’t seen in a very long while: my cell phone. To my surprise, it was still running. In fact, as I glanced at the screen, I noticed the battery had frozen at one hundred percent—and there were a number of new icons I’d never seen before.


  “Maddie gave it back before you and she... well, you know,” Mareth said, her fangs flashing. “I took the liberty of giving it a few upgrades. You should be able to get texts and messages in both the Infernal and Celestial Realms—assuming they have signal up in the clouds, that is.”

  I looked from the phone to them. “And both of you have these, too?” I asked.

  Both the demonesses pulled identical black phones from beneath their round asses. “Christina’s been teaching me all about how to use one,” Mareth admitted, a slight flush rising to her cheeks. “She says my sext game is getting there. I have a lot to learn.”

  “She’ll get a lot of practice,” Christina said, beaming from ear to ear. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, babe—and the pussy grow wetter. I’m gonna be sending you all kinds of naughty pics while you’re up in that boring angel school.”

  I could only imagine. I pictured Christina and Mareth tangled up in each other’s limbs, spreading their legs along with a message about how badly they missed me: then realized that was likely to be the first picture I got from them. A cocky smirk tugged at the side of my mouth.

  “Fuck yeah,” I said. “I’ll definitely keep in touch.”

  “You better,” Christina said. “And if you run into another cute angel like Maddie up there, send us some pics so Mareth and I can judge if she’s hot enough to join the clique.”

  “Will do,” I said with a laugh. “There’s something else you should know, by the way. And no one else gets told about this—no one, you understand? It stays between us.”

  Both women leaned forward on the couch cushions. Suddenly, I had their full and complete attention.

  “What?” they asked in unison.

  A sigh passed my lips. How to explain? “The Headmistress up in the Celestial Academy,” I said ignoring the way both their eyes lit up at the mention of Judyth. “She made me an offer that’ll keep the angels and their rules off my back…”

  Briefly, I explained. By the end of my spiel about becoming a double agent, Christina looked tickled pink by the idea—and Mareth looked utterly horrified.