Succubus Lord 10

by Eric Vall

  I unloaded into Liby’s pussy like a fucking super soaker.

  She let my warm cum soak into her womb for a minute before she hoisted herself off me and shot a dirty look at Vidia.

  “There,” she mused. “I could have finished him off at any time, you know.”

  The succubus and I said the incantation once more, and Liby was given the powers.

  “And then there was one,” Cupiditas chuckled and slapped little Sia on the bare ass.

  The Sister of Envy grinned from ear to ear as she sauntered forward, powered by her petite, skinny legs. Sia watched joyfully as Liby licked my cock and balls clean, all for her madame.

  “There you go, sister,” Liby purred. “Now he’s ready to go again.”

  Libidine stepped away, and Sia pressed her tiny, naked body against my own. The redhead reached down, took my half-mast erection in her hand, and began to stroke it like it was a bat being polished. As she did so, she pressed her thin lips against my mouth, and our tongues began to explore each other.

  “Go Sia!” Ira whistled. “Show him who’s boss around here.”

  “Why, Ira,” Sia cooed as she pulled her mouth away. “We all know who the boss is around here. It’s Jacob.”

  That was fucking right. I was going to show her who was the boss.

  I picked up the tiny redhead in my arms, and she gasped with surprise. Then, I moved her over to the same table where I had fucked Invidia, laid her down, and sucked on her tiny pink nipples as I fingered her.

  “O-Ohhhhh,” Sia gasped in ecstacy. “That’s amazing.”

  “That’s just the beginning,” I smiled up at her. “Watch this.”

  I pulled my fingers out of her wet tunnel, took both of her ankles in my hands, and pushed her legs up above her chest. Then, I glided my rock-hard cock into her tight pussy.

  The succubus was wet as can be, and her pussy was already throbbing with anticipation as I entered her.

  Sia bit her lip as I pushed myself into her completely, and then I jackhammered away at her tiny body as quickly as I could.

  “Jacob!” she moaned loudly as I fucked her hard. “I’m- I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

  Luckily for her, I didn’t need the encouragement.

  Sia’s gasps became hurried and sharp, and then she threw her head back onto the table as she gripped at the edge and let out a deep, animalistic groan.

  As her warm tunnel spasmed around my dick, my balls winded up for the pitch. When she finally let out the familiar scream of joy, I released, and blasted her full of my cum.

  I fell down onto the succubus’ naked body, completely exhausted. I kissed her once more before she said the words, and then her body was engulfed by the magic spell.

  When I tried to get up, I found that all my adrenaline was gone, and I could barely stand. I wobbled over to the couch, where I instantly crumpled onto it in a heap.

  “I think we’ve given Jacob quite the workout,” Ira observed.

  “Well shit,” Libidine added. “I was ready to go again.”

  “Maybe in an hour or two, once he has recovered,” Cupiditas snickered. “I’d know I’d need a minute after that. He fucked me good.”

  “I-I think I’m okay,” I reassured the succubi and tried to stand back up.

  My legs had other ideas, and I plopped down onto the couch once more.

  “It’s alright, my love,” Libidine reassured me as she approached with a blanket. “You just get some rest for now. Perhaps when you awaken, you will have eight new Demon Lords at your service.”

  “I think they were already just ‘at my service,’” I shot back coyly.

  “Get some sleep, Jacob,” Sia reassured me.

  I watched all of the sexy succubi walk away, and my eyes were focused on their voluptuous asses that jiggled as they walked. For a second, and just a second, I thought I could feel my dick growing hard again.

  But then exhaustion struck. I closed my eyes, and I was out before I knew it.

  The next thing I heard was a loud, startled yell.

  “Jacob!” Libidine’s voice gasped. “Jacob, get down here now!”

  Chapter 10

  I quickly tossed on a pair of pants, tugged on a shirt, and then I dashed out of my room and into the carpet-lined hallway of the castle.

  My mind was racing at the thought of what could possibly be happening. Libidine’s voice had been mixed with horror and surprise, as well as a twinge of shock.

  Did Beelzebub finally make it through the Seventh Circle? Were his forces here right now?

  If that were the case, we weren’t even close to being prepared. The effects of the ceremony might not have even happened yet, and almost all of Beelzebub’s Demon Lords were alive and well, which left him near full power.

  As I ran into the War Room, I was prepared for the worst.

  Instead, I found nothing but my succubi and Todd, cackling happily with ecstatic expressions on all of their faces.

  My next observation, however, led to an audible gasp.

  They all looked different.

  Libidine still had her long, black hair, but it now glistened in the light as if it were made of silk. Her goat-shaped horns were longer, as well. They were now nearly a foot long on each side and made up of a shimmering black material reminiscent of the castle’s brimstone. Also gone were her regular human clothes, replaced by a skimpy breastplate that only covered her breasts, cuisses that ran up her delicate thighs, and knee-high boots. The armor was made of a black metal, almost as if it’d been formed out of brimstone.

  Cupi’s look had changed, as well. The fallen angel who normally wore form-fitting white clothes was now adorned with pieces of shiny silver armor. Pauldrons of the same material covered her shoulders, each one with a round emblem that bore the same goat’s head on my dagger. The fabric of her outfit was now more loose and flowy, almost as if she were wearing armor over a toga.

  The most striking thing, however, were her horns.

  The normal, ram shaped headpiece had completely turned on its side and now stretched up to the heavens as if they were antlers. The bony stalks twisted and turned around each other until they formed into the shape of a crown.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped. “You guys look great!”

  “That’s nothing,” I heard Gula’s voice speak up from behind, and I whipped around to see the Sister of Gluttony’s new look.

  The redhead’s horns were jutting out of her head horizontally, and they looked large enough to hang freaking coats on. Meanwhile, her large breasts were covered with a brown leather breastplate studded with flaming golden pieces of metal. On her bottom half was a short, leather skirt that just came down to her inner thighs, and her legs had sexy, knee-high boots of the same studded material.

  Tris was right next to her, and I almost didn’t recognize the succubus.

  The Sister of Sloth had a silver tiara with my sigil nestled into her brown locks, and her hair flowed down her face like a cascade. Her perky breasts were covered only by what could only be described as a bikini of fur that held on for dear life with a leather strap on the back. An equally furry patch of fabric covered her nether regions. Tris also donned brown leather gauntlets and boots on her appendages, each one adorned with a tuft of light brown fur.

  “I look fucking hot, don’t I?” Tris whistled. “Although, Todd won’t stop giving me shit about having ‘boots with the fur.’”

  “You look beyond hot,” I whistled. “You all do.”

  “No compliments for the Toddster, bro?” the imp interjected as he walked over and slapped my leg.

  I looked down at the imp and raised my eyebrow curiously.

  Todd looked exactly the same. His skin was still the same bright red color, he still had his stubby black horns, dark, beady eyes, and the bird’s nest of thin, wiry blond hair he always had.

  “Oh, you look badass, too,” I lied. “What, uh--what exactly changed?”

  “You’ll never believe it, bro,” Todd giggled as he mot
ioned for me to come in closer. “Whatever you did to me turned my schlong into a schlongisborg. It’s like, five times the size it used to be. Now, my woman of destiny will have no choice but to marvel at my tallywacker in awe, bro!”

  “So … it worked?” I questioned.

  “It fucking worked, bro!” Todd cackled. “Demon Lord Todd is gonna be splittin’ bitches like they’re logs, Jakey.”

  “Glad to hear,” I chuckled and slightly gagged.

  “Splitting bitches?” I heard Ira joke from behind me. “Are we talking about Jacob’s hog of a cock again? That warhammer does some seriously delicious damage to my pussy.”

  The Sister of Wrath was wearing what could only be described as a cross between leather armor and bondage gear. Straps of black snakeskin leather were crisscrossed all around her body and covered up all of her intimate areas. However, while they left the best bits to the imagination, the succubus looked like she could burst through the seams at any second. Ira’s horns had also now grown out of her head in an upward fashion to form a forked shape above her head.

  Meanwhile, Invidia somehow looked even more goth than before. Her chest was covered with black chainmail and strategically placed so the bottoms of her massive breasts hung out alluringly. Vidia was wearing thigh-high leather boots that had metal rings around the upper section, and underneath her chainmail she wore a see-through, sheer black shirt.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle when I saw her hands and noticed she was wearing fingerless gauntlets.

  “What’s so funny?” she questioned as her dark lips moved into a frown.

  “Nothing at all,” I joked. “Even as a Demon Lord, you’re keeping up your aesthetic.”

  “I have an image to uphold,” Vidia sighed. “Not that I give a fuck about what any lame-os think of me in the first place. I just care about what you think of me.”

  “You look beautiful,” I chuckled. “I love the outfit.”

  “Thank you.” Invidia actually blushed a bit, and then she turned her dark eyes away from me.”

  “The ceremony was a resounding success, Jacob,” Superbia announced as she stepped through the crowd.

  The succubus madame seemed to have the most dramatic transformation of all. Two sharp, golden earrings hung down past the border of her red locks, each one bearing my sigil. On Sia’s chest sat a singular, one-piece golden plate that acted as both a pauldron and a choker. It shimmered under the lights of the castle as I recognized the engravings etched into its likeness.

  Inferoglyphs.

  Underneath the elegant choker, Superbia’s outfit was basic, a piece of red fabric tied around her breasts and a red loincloth that hung down just far enough to leave something to the imagination.

  “I’ll say,” I whistled and looked over all the succubi, “how do you guys feel? Because you look royal as fuck.”

  “You’ll be happy to know that the effects of the ceremony were not just superficial,” Superbia reassured me. “Gula, would you like to show him?”

  “Gladly,” the Sister of Gluttony agreed as she stepped forward and summoned red Hellfire into her hands.

  Suddenly, her double-sided battle axe appeared in her hand. But it wasn’t the one she normally wielded. The head of this axe was nearly five times the size of the woman’s head, and it was patterned intricately with inferoglyphs and etchings of what appeared to be humanoid figures fighting. Upon closer inspection, I realized what I was looking at.

  The images on her axe were of us. I could clearly make out my first fight with Azazel in the graveyard, our duel with Uriel out in the desert, and even the final showdown with the King of the Fourth Circle in the courtyard of his castle.

  To top it all off, Gula’s axe was intensely lit with a mixture of red and silver Hellfire.

  “My weapons were upgraded, too,” Ira mused as she stepped forward.

  The Sister of Wrath threw out her hands to the side of her body, and instantly her morning star appeared with a flash of flames. The spikes of the weapon were now shooting out jaggedly in an array of sizes, and the point at the tip of the weapon was nearly as thick as the barrel of a gun. Ira held it out in front of her, aimed the tip at me, and then giggled.

  “You might wanna throw up some purple fire,” she warned. “Unless you want to be in a world of hurt and burns and scabs and … you know what? I’m getting hot and bothered thinking about it, so just throw up your shield, will ya?”

  “Why would I need to--” I started, but then I gasped with shock.

  A huge burst of Hellfire sprang forth from the tip of Ira’s morning star like a fucking flamethrower, and I was just able to get up a wall of violet flames before the attack was upon me.

  Ira cackled with glee as she held the attack for a solid minute and then deactivated her weapon.

  “It’s ten times hotter than our usual Hellfire,” she explained and bounced up and down. “I’ve already tested it on my sub.”

  “Huh,” I observed as I looked at the singe marks on the ceiling and floor of the living room.

  “That’s not all, though!” the Sister of Wrath continued. “Watch this.”

  Ira held out her right hand once more and grimaced as the tip of her radial bone poked out of her wrist. A few seconds later, the succubus was holding the base of the bone like a club, and then she ran a flaming red hand across it. As she did so, a flaming tail appeared from the tip of the bone. The fire started off as a deep red, but then slowly moved up the heat scale as it traveled further away from the hilt. The fire at the end of the weapon shimmered white-hot, and I could feel its intensity from all the way over here.

  Ira deactivated her whip, and Todd helpfully whistled the “game-over” tune from Castlevania.

  “What?” he asked when I shot him a puzzled look. “You know you were thinking it too, bro! But Crazy Eyes doesn’t even have the coolest upgrade of the bunch. Show him, Slothy!”

  I looked over at Tris, and she grinned ear to ear. The Sister of Sloth held out her hands, summoned red Hellfire into them, and then brought forth two massive, oversized Tommy guns. She cocked them underneath her fur-covered arms as she closed one eye and made shooting sounds with her mouth.

  “These things are so much better than the pistols I had,” she noted. “I can shoot off, like, ten times the ammo now. This is gonna make fighting soooo much easier.”

  “Glad to see Cheech and Chong got upgraded,” I mused, but the brunette just gave me a strange look.

  “Oh, these aren’t Cheech and Chong,” she corrected. “I named these bad boys Harold and Kumar.”

  “My suggestion!” Todd interjected.

  “Of course it was,” I said as I shook my head with amusement. “Still pretty badass, though.”

  “My polearm has been powered-up, as well,” Cupiditas interjected as she held the weapon out in front of her body.

  The succubus summoned red flames into her hand and then sent them spreading across the polearm. As soon as the spell hit the tip of the weapon, the spade split apart like a fan and revealed several curved piercing mechanisms.

  “Fucking nice,” I whistled. “What about you, Invidia? Anything badass happen with that dagger of yours?”

  “Not really,” the gothic succubus sighed. “It just grew a second side and started glowing with green Hellfire. Nothing special.”

  “Sister … ” Libidine offered as she stepped toward the dark-haired woman. “I believe your dagger may be like Aruna’s chakram.”

  “Crikey!” Todd exclaimed in a horrific Australian accent. “Elvira’s got a boomerang.”

  “Throw it at me, Invidia,” Sia commanded. “Throw it at me and then use your telekinetic flame to call it back.”

  “But Superbia … ” the dark-haired beauty gasped. “I’ve never used green Hellfire before. Only red and silver.”

  “It’s easy,” I explained. “Just think of something that makes you disgusted.”

  “That should be easy,” Todd snickered. “Think about how Weezer did that cover of the Gree
n Day song. I totally think it’s better than the original, you know.”

  Invidia’s hands balled up into fists as she made a gagging expression.

  “We don’t speak of that,” she warned.

  “Oh come on, Elvira,” the imp continued to prod, “it’s soooo much better. Billie Joe Armstrong is overrated, anyways.”

  Without warning, Invidia snatched up her dagger and flung it at Todd like a throwing star. It cut through the air like a runaway buzz saw before it halted, still in midair, a few inches from the imp’s face.

  “You were saying?” the succubus questioned as her right hand shimmered with emerald fire.

  “I was just trying to motivate you, Elvira,” the imp admitted. “You, uh, can totally take the deadly knife away now.”

  Invidia pulled her glowing hand back toward her body, and the enchanted dagger followed suit. She snatched it up with her other hand, twirled it once, and then placed it back in its holster.

  “That’s amazing,” I observed, and then pointed between Liby and Sia. “Didn’t you get any cool new weapons?”

  “Neither of us really used weapons to begin with,” Libidine shrugged, “so there was nothing to upgrade.”

  “Nonsense,” Superbia protested. “If the ceremony truly worked, which it appears that it did, then we should be granted the superior powers of a Demon Lord. Perhaps our upgrades came through our magic?”

  “There is only one way to find out, Sister.” Libidine smiled coyly as she pointed to a nearby conference table. “Jacob, how much do you like that table over there?”

  “It’s a table,” I chuckled and shrugged. “I can’t say I’ll miss it too much if it were to—”

  Before the full sentence was even out of my mouth, Libidine’s hands lit up with roaring Hellfire. Although it appeared to be the same incendiary flames the succubus normally used, sparks of the fire danced off her fingertips as if the inferno was unstable.

  Libidine hauled back her right hand, brought it forward, and then unleashed a massive ball of flames directly into the wooden table.

  It didn’t even get a chance to ignite. Instead, the blast of fire turned the table into ash instantly. Tiny particles of charred remains floated around the room as we all stared in awe.