by Eric Vall
Then again, she was already there.
“Oh, Jacob … ” she gasped. “Keep doing that. Keep--ohhhhhhhhh!”
Mirage’s pussy spasmed intensely as she climaxed, and the sound was such a turn on I almost lost it right then and there. However, I held my cool and continued to pleasure the succubus until her orgasm was done.
“I-I think I can come again,” she begged. “Please make me come again. That was amazing.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I joked as I slid out of the sexy brunette woman.
“You think you’re very funny,” she shot back and then sat up on the table. “Let’s move to the carpet. There’s a position I’ve always wanted to try.”
The succubus slid off the table, strutted seductively around the room, and then bent over.
Her tight little ass was on full display, and she looked back over her shoulder with bedroom eyes as she practically begged me to fuck her.
I jumped off the table, ran over to where she was standing, and slid my cock into her warm slit.
From this position, I could go even deeper inside of her, and we both gasped with pleasure when we realized just how deep that actually was.
“Grab my hands,” Mirage begged as she reached backward.
At first I was confused, but then my dick grew even harder with excitement when I realized what she wanted me to do. I grabbed both of Mirage’s wrists, yanked them backward gently, and pulled her so far down on my dick that her ass was against my pelvis.
She let out a moan of pure ecstasy to show her approval, and then I got to work.
I used her arms as leverage as I pumped into her from behind, and eventually I got a good rhythm going.
Mirage was still super wet, and I glided in and out of her with next to no effort. The sight of her cute ass bouncing against my cock was almost too much, especially since I could see how fucking wet she made my dick with each thrust.
Her pussy was tightening fast, but so were my balls. Now, it was just a matter of who could last longer.
The answer came quickly.
Mirage let out a quick gasp, immediately followed by a loud moan that nearly shattered my ear drums. Then she tightened around my cock and spasmed like mad, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I gripped her wrists tightly, pulled her down onto my cock as far as possible, and then unleashed my climax deep inside of her. It was a powerful flood, and we both cried out as a torrent of my cum filled her accepting womb like a firehose filling a cereal bowl.
“Holy fuck,” she panted a half minute later when I slid out of her. “Is that--Is that what your succubi get all the time?”
“It is,” I said through my own labored breaths as I watched my excess cum leak out of her tight pussy lips and drip onto the table. “Sometimes even better.”
“Better?” Mirage gasped. “How can you get much better than that?”
“The more, the merrier,” I said with a wink, and then I walked over to pick up my clothes.
Mirage slid her dress back on in a hurry and tried to fix her hair, but she was absolutely glowing with post-sex happiness, and she was still dripping my cream down her legs and onto the carpet. She didn’t seem to care about it though, and that was rather appealing.
I pulled up my pants, tossed on my shirt, and then released my purple Hellfire.
Holy shit. I just unconsciously kept that barrier up the entire time we were having sex. Maybe I could make this whole “Hellfire armor” thing work, after all.
“One thing is for sure,” Mirage mused as we both headed toward the door, “we need to schedule a lot more meetings.”
“We do,” I agreed, and then we walked back out into the hallway.
It was empty, so I gave the succubus a final peck on the lips.
“I enjoyed that”
“Yes,” she sighed. “You filled me to the brim, and then some.”
“I was wondering if you were going to bring that up,” I snickered as I nodded down to her crotch.
“Most women would want to wipe it away or take a shower. I like the way it feels dripping down my legs.” She was absolutely giddy, and I could see the goosebumps on her arms. “I just wish succubi could get pregnant.”
“Damn,” I chuckled as I licked my lips. “That’s really sexy.”
“Don’t your other succubi talk about wanting to bear you a child?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow.
“Sure,” I said, and I realized this might have been Mirage’s angle to ensnare me. “But it’s impossible, and we have plenty of things to do right now.”
“I--uh, I’m going to go tell the rest of the ensemble that we’re good to go,” she giggled. “I’ll see you around.”
“See ya.” I waved and gave her a playful wink, and then I turned and headed back for the dining room.
Mammon was sitting there, still chomping down on the crab legs we had prepared while my team watched him with expressions of both horror and intrigue. The King of Greed had certainly lived up to his name. There was literally a pile of empty crab legs next to him that came up to his waist.
Honestly, I wondered if there were any of the poor creatures left in the ocean.
“Jakey!” Todd exclaimed when he saw me walk back in. “How was she, bro?”
I felt my face turn red as I threw up my hands and tried to feign ignorance.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “I was just showing Asmodeus’ people the way out.”
“Oh, you were showing them something alright,” the imp mused.
Todd balled up his hand into a fist, moved it quickly so it was perpendicular with his mouth, and pressed his tongue against his cheek to make a bulge.
“That’s not what happened at all,” I argued.
It wasn’t a lie. Mirage and I may have made love, but she definitely didn’t have my cock in her mouth.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Jacob,” Superbia spoke up. “You know none of us care. In fact, we’re all happy for you.”
The rest of the table agreed with head nods and “yeahs,” but I still shook my head.
“Mirage is the madame for Asmodeus’ succubi,” I reminded them. “I wouldn’t do anything to make one of my allies jealous.”
“I don’t think you understand how Asmodeus works,” Eligor chuckled. “Like your little red friend here, the King of the First Circle isn’t interested in demon women.”
“It’s true,” Todd agreed, “me and Asmodeus have the same fetish. It’s those Earth Realm chicks, bro.”
“So, you’re saying that, should the situation ever come up … ” I began, but was cut off with giggles from the succubi.
“You’ll be fine, Jacob,” Cupi promised. “In fact, this is a good thing. More connections means more power.”
“You know, Ralston?” Mammon finally spoke up as he tossed his final crab leg into the pile. “I admire your gall. One of your allies sends his most prized ambassador to meet with you. And what do you do? You take what you want to take. Being the King of Greed and all, I can respect the hell out of that.”
“So, does that mean you’ll join our alliance?” I cut to the chase.
The yellow demon let out an Earth-rattling belch, wiped his mouth with his hairy arm, and then nodded.
“I will,” he agreed. “Again, I don’t have much in the way of resources, but what the hell? If Beelzebub is going to try and take my kingdom anyway, I might as well go down fighting, eh?”
“That’s what I like to hear!” I exclaimed as I walked over to the fat demon with my hand extended.
Mammoth reached out and shook my hand vigorously, and I immediately regretted that particular decision.
His hand was still smothered with butter from the crab, yet it was somehow sticky at the same time. I held back my gag reflex as I continued to shake, and then I quickly wiped my palm against my pants when he released me.
Somehow, that only made it worse.
“We have a deal then, King Ralston,” the demon announced as he stood up from
his chair. “I shall head back to the Second Circle and mull over what provisions I can send you. In the meantime, you and your allies are welcome to use my domain for whatever you see fit.”
“Thank you, Mammon,” I reassured him. “I can promise that you hitched your cart to the right horse.”
“We shall see, King Ralston,” he said ominously. “I certainly hope so. Until next time, my newfound friends.”
Mammon turned to walk away, and all of us had to stifle a laugh.
The demon’s loincloth was somehow even skimpier on the back end, and his planet-sized ass was on full display.
I turned away from the sight, shot my friends a cringe, and then waited for Mammon to leave. The second he was gone, I pointed to the crab legs.
“Welp,” I chuckled, “he definitely lives up to his title. We’re gonna need to get the Shades in here to clean this place up.”
“But not that chair, bro.” Todd pointed to the space where Mammon was just sitting and shuddered intensely. “I think it’s probably best to just burn that shit. Or launch it into outer space. Either one works for the Toddster.”
Well, this day may not have gone completely according to the plan, but somehow, it all worked out.
Mammon was now our ally, and the score was tied at three Demon Kings versus three Demon Kings.
Now, we just had to weaken Beelzebub.
Chapter 9
The King of Greed is now on our side? Mephisto asked after I told him what had transpired here last night.
“Sure is,” Todd explained, “Jakey totally convinced him to join us through, get this, the power of his penis.”
Power of his penis? I am not familiar with such power. Does a spell come out of his genitals?
“Something came outta his genitals, alright,” the imp snickered. “Probably all over that Houdini girl’s face.”
“Her name is Mirage,” I corrected the imp with a facepalm, “and there was nothing on her face.”
“That was Ariel,” Libidine corrected innocently, “and probably each and every one of us in this room aside from Todd.”
“How did you know about Ariel—”
“Oh, we know everything,” Libby giggled. “Especially about the women you make a connection with.”
Impressive. Perhaps I need to learn this “Power of the Penis” spell.
“I think you already do,” Todd added. “You just gotta believe in yourself, Great Pumpkin.”
“Look,” I sighed loudly, “the ‘how’ I got this to happen isn’t important. The important thing is we now have a second Demon King on our side who’s willing to lend us resources and come to our aid when Beelzebub and his forces arrive.”
“We really gotta come up with a better name for those cockknockers, bro,” the imp implored. “Saying ‘Beelzebub and his friends’ sounds like they’re a fucking cartoon from the seventies. I would suggest ‘Axis of Evil,’ but that’s been done to death.”
“And that implies they’re powerful,” I agreed. “They need something more fitting of their idiocy.”
“I got it!” the imp announced as the lightbulb went off in his head. “They’re totally the Mean Street Posse, bro.”
Mephisto, Libidine, Superbia, Eligor, and I all stared at the imp with confusion on our faces.
“I don’t even get that one, bro,” I whispered to my friend.
“What?” he gasped. “The Mean Street Posse, bro. You know, the pro wrestling team from the early two-thousands? Made up of Pete Gas, Rodney, and Joey Abs? They tried to band together and be all tough shit, but at the end of the day they were just a couple of preppy wankers wearing sweater vests.”
“That … that actually sounds somewhat fitting,” Superbia admitted.
“Fine,” I conceded. “If it makes you feel any better, we’ll call them ‘The Mean Street Posse.’ But only in private.”
Todd threw his hands up into the air in victory.
“Hell yeah, brother!” he exclaimed in Hulk Hogan’s voice.
Your Earth Realm culture perplexes me, Mephisto admitted. I believe I only understood a handful of words that came out of your mouth.
“It’s alright,” Eligor whispered to the demon, “that’s just Todd. You learn to get used to it after a while.”
“Look,” I tried to get us back on track, “you told me we needed to have an urgent meeting, Mephisto. What’s going on?”
My spies have informed me Duglot and Loras have gotten word of your fight with Durtu and have now gone into hiding.
“How would they know what we did to Durtu?” I asked as I closed my fist angrily. “We made sure to take care of that little fucker.”
That, I do not know. Were there any other witnesses at the scene? Anyone who might want to tarnish your reputation or interfere with your plans?
We had interrogated the guy inside of a cave in the middle of a fucking swamp. There hadn’t been any witnesses.
Or were there?
I did know somebody who felt like he was always watching. Somebody who would love to throw a wrench in my plans and see how it shook things up.
Lucifer.
But I couldn’t reveal that information to the Master of Whispers. He may have been my loyal subject, but he was still a gossiper, and my true heritage would spread through Hell like wildfire.
“I’ve got nothing,” I lied. “It doesn’t matter who told them about our plan, anyway. All that matters is we try to find these guys and take them out. What happened to the other guy? The one with the Conan-sounding name?”
You are referring to Kegg, Mephisto confirmed. He is certainly the most barbaric of the lot. He is also considered to be Beelzebub’s strongest Demon Lord.
“Great,” I grumbled. “How powerful are we talking? Because Durtu made a big fucking stink about how we don’t even know how strong a lot of these guys are any more, since they’ve been at relative peace for thousands of years.”
I am not a fighter, King Ralston. I have no insights into any of these Lords’ true power. However, I am sure none of them can match the Power of your Penis, my king.
I facepalmed hard as Todd burst out laughing and began to roll around on the floor.
“I’ve faced Kegg in battle,” Eligor tried to get us back on track. “When I was still on the side of the Exalted One, my cavalry fought against the Demon Lord in the Battle of Babel. He single-handedly took out half of our forces, but you know what was most peculiar? He isn’t ‘strong’ in the traditional sense.”
No, Mephisto added, if the whispers I’ve heard are true, Kegg is as ruthless as they come.
“They are true,” Eligor warned, “and I’m sure they don’t do him justice. I watched this Demon jump straight into a group of Heaven’s finest warriors and then come out on the other side, completely unscathed. He was doused in the blood of my fallen comrades, and he was cackling wildly as he licked his own blades clean.”
“Sounds like he’s cuckoo for Coco Puffs,” Todd observed.
“He can’t possibly be as bad as--” I began, but the imp cut me off.
“Insane in the membrane”
“Yeah, but--”
“Three fries short of a happy meal.”
“I get it, To--”
“Like, ‘I got Tiger Blood’ levels batshit, bro,” the imp concluded. “What the fuck ever happened to that dude, anyway? One day he’s in Ferris Bueller and then the next he’s--”
“We get it!”I exclaimed. “We get it, bro. Kegg is next-level crazy.”
“Great,” Todd nodded, “I was hoping I was making it crystal clear. If you haven’t noticed, the Toddster isn’t always the greatest communicator. A lotta wires messed up in this head from years and years of hard drug use.”
“You smoke weed, Todd,” I laughed at his claim.
The imp surrounded himself with black Hellfire, floated up so he was at my eye level, and clapped his hands on my cheeks.
“But I smoke weed hard, bro,” he explained with a wide-eyed stare. “No homo.”
“Right,” I muttered as he returned to his position on the floor. “Well, we need to keep taking out Beelzebub’s demon lords, so I guess killing Kegg is our next task. I was hoping we’d be able to start at the bottom and work our way up, but it looks like that’s not gonna be an option.”
“Jacob … ” Eligor warned, “I’m not sure we’re strong enough to go after Kegg. I fear nothing in this world, but him … he’s something else.”
“We have to try,” I sighed. “I barely escaped with my life the last time I fought Beelzebub, and that was only because I had the banishment spell as a surprise last-minute tactic.”
“He activated your trap card, bro,” Todd added with a nod. “But now that it’s been used, you had to throw it in the graveyard.”
“Exactly,” I agreed with the imp’s comparison. “There’s no way we can defeat Beelzebub without weakening him like we did Azazel.”
“Then we should find Loras and Duglot,” the blonde knight pleaded. “We can kill them first and then turn our sights to Kegg.”
“That will take too long,” I argued.
I am with King Ralston, Mephisto agreed. Beelzebub’s forces are still facing off with Abbadon’s in the Seventh Circle, but it can’t last much longer. My spies are telling me the two Demon Kings are trying to arrange peace talks.
“And if Beelzebub has direct access to our kingdom,” Superbia spoke up, “he will not hesitate. He’d probably be there within hours, and we’d be at a disadvantage.”
“No advantage will matter if our bowels are all hanging on Kegg’s mantle!” Eligor shot back, and then she buried her face in her hands.
I’d never seen the knight so scared or vulnerable before, and it made me feel terrible. I walked over to Eligor, wrapped my arms around her tightly, and embraced her like I was never going to let go.
“It’ll be alright,” I reassured her. “I won’t let him hurt you. I promise.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about,” she said as she trembled in my arms. “It’s all of you. Kegg will pull out all the stops, especially if he knows who he’s up against.”
