Lucifer Reborn 2

by Dante King

  “You’ll have no end of women willing to accept that offer in the future,” a brunette angel wearing a fraternity sweatshirt told me. “Tonight, however, I think what we’re all itching for is a little demonstration. A taste of how they truly do things down in the Infernal Realm. There is endless speculation among the angels of what sexual rituals between demons look like. Not to mention what they feel like…”

  I shared a wicked grin with my harem. “What do you say, girls? Should we show these cloud-sitters how we do things down below?” The women laughed, and then I stopped to address the crowd again. “But the guy angels are going to have to leave. Sorry, dudes, but this is a party for just me and the ladies.”

  The male angels groaned, but they filtered out all the same.

  With my cock the only cock in the room, the second phase of the party began in earnest. Christina slid her dress off her shoulders and tugged it down her tanned body, revealing that she wore neither bra nor panties underneath. With a little giggle and a brushing out of her long blonde hair, she moved to the nearest rack and crawled onto it on her hands and knees, spreading her soft pink folds.

  “I want you to tie me down,” she whimpered, biting her lip as she watched me over her shoulder. “And this time, I’m not going to be satisfied with you just coming all over my face and tits, Luke. I need you inside me—I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll be walking funny my whole first week of class!”

  Christina looked so good splayed out on the rack. The little leather straps hanging from the length of chain practically cried out to be tied around her wrists and ankles, leaving her helpless and spread beneath me. At the same time, she’d already had her turn. I’d tied her up and whipped her raw in my subspace, while poor Mareth only got to help out and watch. Didn’t the succubus deserve a little love of her own?

  I made my decision. “Maddie.”

  The angel gave a little start—surely I wasn’t expecting her to get tied down in front of the rest of the student body, was I? “Yes, babe?”

  “Get these restraints around Christina,” I said, stepping away. In front of the assembled group of angels, I crossed the room and grabbed one of the massive ‘X’ shaped cross-beams, dragging it over to where the rest of my group stood. “Show your classmates what a wicked little angel you are and get my girl warmed up for me. It’s Mareth’s turn to get violated.”

  I swear I could feel Mareth’s pussy boil over. The succubus let out a little squee of joy as she realized she was about to get my personal attention on the upright rack. “Oh, Master,” she panted, her eyes shining with love and devotion. “You spoil me…”

  I met her grin with one of my own. Then I grabbed her by the chin so hard that she cried out.

  “Spoil you?” I picked up a riding crop from a nearby table and ran it along the underside of her chin. “You have no idea what I’m about to do to you, little demon girl. Come here!”

  With that, I lifted Mareth off the ground, carrying her over to the X-shaped rack. Her fists hammered my back as she protested, but her act fooled no one. The succubus had spent the whole party sipping on the crowd’s growing inebriation and sexual desire, and now she was both drunk as hell and so turned on she couldn’t think straight. Her ass was right over my shoulder—I took the opportunity to hike up her skirt over her bare mound and slide two fingers into her slit, testing her warmth.

  Oh fuck, I thought, growling as my cock swelled in my pants. Mareth was always wet and ready for me, but what I felt between the succubus’s thighs put every previous time I’d fucked her to shame. She was going to love this.

  I fastened her in, tying her arms to the X’s upper reaches and her ankles to the lower. The whole things looked like some kind of angelic torture device, and I had little doubt it had been used as such during some more depraved era. Pinned helplessly to it, her schoolgirl outfit unbuttoned and hanging from her lithe frame, Mareth had never looked hotter.

  Her tail flicked around her legs, soaking with juice from her snatch. She ran it between her thighs, the pink of her interior contrasting splendidly with the cherry red of her skin.

  The brunette angel from earlier pushed a folding table in my direction. On it lay a variety of instruments, all picked out and ready for me to use on my beautiful succubus. My fingers grazed a wooden paddle shaped like a tennis racket, with holes cut in the middle to make it even more aerodynamic. Next to it lay a cat o’ nine tails, its multiple leather straps making me think of Eiko’s tails fluttering around her ass as I fucked her from behind.

  First the whip, I thought, gripping it. Then we’ll see what else we can do.

  I tested it against my hand several times, gauging its weight and heft. Mareth watched me, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust as she panted. Her shoulders rose and fell rapidly, her heart beating in her chest like a hummingbird’s as lust and fear mingled in her bloodstream. She trembled against the X-shaped cross, her legs kicking out madly as she arched her pelvis again and again.

  “Please, Master,” the succubus whined helplessly. “Oh fuck you have no idea what it’s like! I can feel all these women’s desires—and every one of them wants to watch you beat the shit out of me! They’re totally getting off on it…!”

  Really? I thought with a smirk. So am I.

  I stepped behind Mareth and tore off the remainder of her clothing. She wore no panties underneath her skirt, and her bare ass was toned and faintly quivering just beneath the point where the two lines of the ‘X’ met. I realized the thing had been designed that way to make it easy to whip the person strapped in’s ass and back, as well as giving the person in charge easy access to fuck them from behind.

  I intended to take advantage of all those possibilities tonight.

  A surge of demonic strength coursed through my limbs as I brought the whip down on Mareth’s ass. The tails thwapped against her bare ass, filling the chamber with the sound of leather on skin.

  Mareth screamed, a flood of juice dripping between her thighs. “Oh yes, Master! More, more! Hurt me, please!”

  Her words sent me into a frenzy. Wings tore from my back as I transformed, shedding my clothing in a burst of magic. My claws gripped the hilt of the whip, readying it for another blow.

  I brought it down on the same spot I’d hit the first time. Hot red welts stood out from Mareth’s skin, deepening to the angry blue of a bruise. Mareth’s scream was deeper this time, the already-sensitive flesh hurting so much more.

  Murmurs of shock and approval filled the room. My dirty little succubus was right: the angels were definitely getting off on all this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the brunette angel who’d brought me my weapons spread over a couch, two blonde female angels furiously scouring her back like penitents back in the Dark Ages. They chanted as they did it, the brunette groaning and grinding her pussy against the couch cushions in depraved ecstasy.

  I turned back to Mareth. “You want more?” I asked, turning the whip around. The hilt protruded between her thighs, teasing her swollen nub like a cock. I toyed with her entrance, making it seem like I was about to thrust the whip deep into her channel only to pull back. “You want me to really start hurting you, slut?”

  “Mmmh hmmmm,” Mareth groaned. Drool trickled from the side of her mouth—she looked totally stoned. Pleasure, pain, and bliss coursed through her succubus body, reflecting and drinking in the debauchery happening around her. Mareth was eager to do whatever I wanted—no suggestion would have been too depraved, too filthy for her to accept.

  I reached for the paddle. A quick swing filled the air with a whistling sound. The holes made a noise like a dog whistle when I swung with demonic strength, so fast that the paddle became a blur.

  As I forced the hilt of the whip into Mareth’s slit, I brought the paddle down on her ass.

  This hurt much worse than the leather whip. At least that’s the impression I got from the way Mareth writhed. The strength left her limbs as the combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, leaving her limp in her restrai
nts.

  “M-m-mahster,” Mareth moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head like a girl in a dirty anime. I swore I could see hearts in her eyes. “Fuck, I love you so much! Hurt me more, please! I’m a dirty little demon—I don’t deserve anything but pain…”

  One more item lay on my table of goodies. My eyes had slid over it the first time, recoiling from the possibilities of such a weapon. Now, so turned on all I could think of was dominating the woman hanging before me, the idea of using it made me even harder.

  Like the cat o’nine tails, this last implement was a whip. But instead of leather straps, these tails were made of gold chain—with what looked like razor-sharp nails slotted through every three or four links. It looked like someone had tied a bunch of barbed wire together with a hilt, and would probably do even more damage than its appearance would imply.

  I grabbed it without hesitation.

  This time I walked around to Mareth’s front, letting her see what I held. The succubus’s mouth formed a perfect little ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the golden whip, her body trembling in horrified anticipation.

  “Oh Master,” Mareth said in a tiny voice. “Have I really been a good enough girl to deserve that?”

  I raked the whip gently around her thighs. Just that touch broke the skin, leaving the valley next to her pussy dripping with more than just her womanly juices. Mareth moaned like she was cumming, her mouth hot against my neck as the pain infiltrated her.

  “This is going to really hurt,” I growled, savoring it. “You ready?”

  “I was born ready,” Mareth said, looking at me with a love so pure it made my heart hurt. “Fuck, my body was made to serve you, Master! I’m so glad I’m in your harem! I want you to hurt me like you’ve never dared hurt a woman before—I want you to make me bleed!”

  She’d certainly be doing that.

  I lifted the whip. Even the angels deep in their own bondage play took a moment to watch what I was about to do. I got the distinct impression none of them were this hardcore—that the device I held was more like the final bottle in a hot sauce store, not actually meant for human consumption.

  I’ll show them, I thought, my cock as hard as an iron girder. These angels might know how to party, but they don’t know shit about me…

  I took aim at Mareth’s tits and swiped the whip across them. The edges bit deep into the succubus’s flesh, rending it in a gout of blood. Hot red liquid sprayed across my bare chest and face as Mareth screamed, her thighs clenching around the whip hilt still buried inside of her. Even after the whip retreated, she kept shaking, practically foaming at the mouth.

  At first, I thought I’d done too much damage—that the angry cuts along her tits were too much. Then I realized the truth.

  “Holy shit,” I growled, sliding my hand between the succubus’s thighs. “Did I just make you cum!?”

  A wordless moan of pleasure was all that Mareth could muster. All around us, female angels whipped each other into an erotic frenzy, spanking and slapping and beating each other black and blue. No one had started actual penetration yet, but it was only a matter of time. Or maybe angels weren’t into that—Maddie gave me the impression all this was rules-based, after all.

  Thinking about that made me look over at Maddie—and what I saw made my heart skip a beat.

  My perfect little angel had one hell of a monster buried inside her. What she’d done to Christina on the rack made my treatment of Mareth so far look almost tame. Bright bruises stood out on Christina’s tits, thighs, and chin where Maddie had savaged her. A haze of lust filled Christina’s eyes—Maddie had her fingers buried all the way in her tight pussy as she whipped her, doing herself what I’d left to my whip.

  I grinned. Maddie might have been working toward a Celestial degree, but the job I saw she’d done to Christina was more of a cruel angel’s thesis. A very cruel angel, indeed.

  Maddie saw me staring and pulled back, grinning from ear to ear. “She’s ready whenever you want to fuck her,” my angelic girlfriend informed me, spreading Christina’s legs even wider. “I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms I’ve given her. I swear, she gets off on pain even more than Mareth does…”

  I brought the whip along with me, mounting Christina atop the rack. Maddie moved to the side, her eyes going wide at the sight of the wounds on Mareth’s breasts. Those wounds, however, were already beginning to heal, thanks to the succubus’s demonic powers. I’d have to make some more soon.

  “I bet you never thought we’d end up in a situation like this,” I growled, pushing the head of my cock into Christina’s soaking folds. “Back in college, you would’ve never guessed that shy, nerdy dude was into this shit...”

  Christina came back to herself enough to see it was me on top of her. She pulled weakly against her restraints, trying to wrap her arms around me. “Oh fuck yes,” she whimpered, arching her pelvis to try and get more of me inside of her. “Pound me, Luke! Cum inside of me! Make me a mommy!!”

  I froze, my cock right at her entrance. Had she just said what I thought she said?

  A surge of pure dominance coursed through my veins. “So you’re fertile, are you?” I asked, teasing her slit with the tip of my cock. It was like I’d hit Christina with a taser—she moaned and writhed, the contact enough to set her bloodstream on fire but not to give her the release she needed. “Is this a dangerous time of the month for me to be pumping your hot little demon pussy full?”

  “It’s always a dangerous time,” she groaned, straining to wrap her walls around me. “Please, Luke. Don’t think about it—just think about how good it’ll feel to cum inside me bare! Knowing you could be getting me pregnant, claiming my fertility so every demon knows I’m yours…”

  Hell. That did sound kinda fun, didn’t it? There were consequences, to be sure, but would it be the worst thing in the world? Christina wouldn’t be the first co-ed in history to have to drop out of college after a year because she’d had a little too much fun at frat parties.

  As if my body wanted to make the decision for me, a fat bead of precum dripped from the eye of my cock. The muscles of Christina’s pussy sucked it inside, greedily taking my seed.

  “Fuck it,” I said, loosening her straps. “You’re too hot to pull out, babe. But we’re doing this my way.”

  My way turned out to be flipping Christina around and putting her in the rack the other way. Tied down, on her hands and knees with her big ass in the air. The straps had just enough give to let her arch her back and thrust herself onto my cock, impaling her pussy, but nowhere near enough to let her escape.

  I saw her tight, wet slit beneath her ass and knew I couldn’t hold back. One hard thrust put me hilt-deep inside of her, her tightness gripping me like a vise. Her pussy, primed through multiple orgasms and Maddie’s loving touch, was so much hotter and wetter than I’d ever felt before. Every thrust into her tight, slick channel was like heaven itself.

  “Ungh, fuck, Luke!” Christina stuck her ass further in the air, using her own restraints as leverage to fuck herself deeper. “It feels so good to be your fucktoy! Don’t hold back—hurt me! Fucking use me while you breed me! Fuck me like a demon, Luke! Bruise me up…!”

  The whip was still in my hand. And Christina’s ass bounced on every thrust, too round and tempting for me to resist. Even with most of my brain taken over by demonic impulses, I could still put two and two together.

  I brought the whip down as hard as I could, shredding the supple flesh of Christina’s ass. My demonic girlfriend screamed as an instant orgasm washed over her, the pain and pleasure mixing in an irresistibly intoxicating combination. Horns sprouted from Christina’s forehead, her demonic transformation kicking in as a protective measure. Power soothed away her wounds the moment I made them, so that even the worst gashes were quickly replaced with smooth, unbroken skin.

  It wasn’t just her ass that I savaged, either. That pearl necklace became a wonderful thing to wrap around her throat, using it for leverage to go deeper. The pearls
shattered, rolling all over the floor, but it didn’t matter—I could get more. I mauled Christina’s tits as I fucked her, running my thumbs over her piercings to add even more pain to her pleasure. From the way her pussy clenched and her moans deepened, she really liked it when I got this rough.

  I pumped inside of her like a piston, going harder and deeper than ever before. Even when I slammed Mareth into my kitchen counter, I hadn’t been this rough. Christina loved it—every harsh slap to her ass made her pussy clench and boil over, every crack of the whip sent her into a tailspin of orgasm that made her womanhood even wetter, more ready for my seed.

  Suddenly, I realized I couldn’t hold back any longer. The atmosphere in the room thickened, as if every angel present had waited solely for this moment. My cock jerked against Christina’s g-spot, hammering away at her back walls so hard it was a miracle I hadn’t gone over the edge already. But I was there, past the point of no return, and all I could do was thrust like an absolute madman as the pleasure washed over me…

  “Yes!” I roared, my wings extending to their full length as I crashed into bliss. “Yes! I’m going to fill you up, Christina! Pumping that pussy full of my cum…!”

  The first hot jet shattered Christina like a plate glass window. In an instant, all her senses were ripped away, leaving nothing but mindless animal pleasure. The straps holding her to the rack snapped like tissue paper beneath our enhanced strength, allowing her to reach back and sink her nails into my chest as I unloaded inside of her. Pulse after pulse of thick, ropey seed sprayed deep into Christina’s womb, claiming it in a wash of pure bliss. Her muscles clenched around me, throwing sparks as she milked every drop out of my balls and into her waiting, fertile womb.

  As the pleasure retreated, I remembered where I was. The room smelled like brimstone and sex, cutting through the angelic scents of the fraternity mixer. The sound of skin on skin echoed everywhere, my own depravity pushing the angels to get even nastier. The female angels might not have had cocks to fuck each other with, but they didn’t need them. Fuck, this was all so hot!