by Eric Vall
Without another word, Todd scurried off, snatched a couple of pills out of the dispenser, and then cackled as he ran off toward the staircase.
“‘Or something,’ is right,” I said as I shook my head. “So, Asmodeus, shall we get down to business, or--”
“Jacob, Jacob, Jacob,” the King interrupted, “you need to take a chill pill, my friend. Pleasure first, business later. As the imp said, you have all had a long journey. Please, go up and relax for a bit, and I’ll have my servants come and get you when dinner is ready. We can discuss our predicament then and there, over a plate of hot grub.”
“Fine,” I agreed. “But, uh … we don’t need any private performers.”
“Ohhh,” Asmodeus said with a wink. “You’re looking for somebody who’s a little more hands on, eh?”
“No, no.” I raised my hands to correct him. “We’ll just take one of those rooms up there all by ourselves. Is that legal here?”
“A man who only sleeps with his own succubi,” the King of the First Circle observed.
“I’m a bit old fashioned,” I said, even though the reality was less that I didn’t want to have sex with beautiful women, and more that I didn’t want to take one of his spies as a lover.
“I can appreciate that, even if I don’t agree with it what-so-fucking-ever. The rooms are right up those stairs, Mr. Ralston. I’ll see you in a few.”
The bass guitars started up again, and Asmodeus rose from his chair. His servants tossed his purple cape back over his shoulders, and then the demon strutted out of the main hall, back to where I assumed his chambers were located.
The succubi and I headed up the stairs, curious as to what the second story of this place was gonna look like.
“So that was … odd, to say the least,” I whispered as our footsteps echoed off the stairwell.
“He’s the King of Lust, Jacob,” Cupi explained. “What exactly did you expect?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, “but it certainly wasn’t that!”
“Don’t let his looks deceive you,” Superbia assured. “He’s a Demon King for a reason. Beneath the lavish dress and flamboyant mannerisms, he’s a stone-cold killer and a brilliant politician.”
“But it’s sooooo easy to make fun of him,” Ira giggled. “Especially with all the stories I’ve heard.”
“Stories?” I questioned as we finally reached the top of the staircase.
“You have to remember, Jacob,” Sia continued, “aside from madames like myself, succubi are seen as low-level demons. They don’t get much interaction with the other major players of Hell, so their knowledge of other Demon Kings is purely based off the stories the other succubi tell them. As you can imagine, most of the stories aren’t very kind to their subject.”
“The one Asmodeus story I know is the one where he got his dick caught in a bottle,” Cupi said with a shrug.
“Is … is that even physically possible?” I gasped as I felt my whole body cringe.
“That’s nothing,” Ira laughed. “The one I heard told of how the King of the First Circle nearly died of dehydration.”
“That doesn’t sound that bad,” I admitted.
“Because he was pleasuring himself for forty-eight hours straight,” Ira finished.
“Ah,” I sighed. “Have you heard any stories about Asmodeus that don’t involve his horniness getting him into trouble?”
“I have one,” Sia added grimly. “There was a time back in four-thousand B.C. where a small group of his followers got together on Earth and decided they were going to overthrow him. Do you know what he did? Hmm?”
The other two succubi fell silent.
“He personally paid them a visit,” the redhead continued. “For all the men, he chained them naked to a large wooden “X” and then smothered their nether regions with honey. They all died slow, painful deaths while bugs and vermin literally gnawed off their genitals.”
“That’s fucking sadistic,” I said in shock.
“The women of the cult didn’t get off any easier,” Superbia sighed. “They were all placed on the wooden horse. Do you know what that is, girls?”
Ira nodded slowly. “I do,” she shuddered. “That’s one that’s even too twisted for me.”
“The wooden horse?” I questioned aloud. “I’m not following-”
“It’s a large triangle that’s placed upon a sawhorse-like structure,” Sia continued. “The women were hung by their wrists above it, then they had their legs forcibly separated, and were lowered down onto it slowly until they were dead.”
“Jesus,” I choked out.
“You can make your little jokes about Asmodeus, girls,” the madame finished, “but I’ve seen the real deal first hand, and it’s no laughing matter. We need to tread carefully. The King of the First Circle would be an invaluable ally, but if we mess this up, he will be a relentless enemy.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I kinda figured out he’s got a massive ego. We better all be on our best behavior.”
“Best behavior?” Ira purred. “But I like being bad … ”
“Let’s just get to our room first,” I promised as we walked down the neon-encased hallways, “then we can be as bad as you possibly want.”
As we passed by the doors of the different rooms, I could clearly hear the sounds of ecstacy coming from the other side. The doors were composed of massively thick wood, but it apparently wasn’t enough to cut off the noises of people in the throws of love-making. Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was intentional. It added a sort of ambiance to the whole building.
“How are we gonna know which one is ours?” Cupiditas asked as we scanned the entrances for any clues.
Then we saw it.
All the way at the end of the hallway sat a massive set of red double doors that stood at least three times my height and ten feet wide. Just above the arch of the doorway hung a tacky banner that read “Welcome Jacob Ralston, King of the Fourth Circle” that looked like it was made with Wordart. Immediately to the right of the banner was a small poster with the words “and friends” scribbled onto it with marker.
“I dunno, guys,” I laughed, “do you think this could possibly be our room?”
“Asmodeus really outdid himself,” Ira whistled as we approached. “He must really be impressed by what he’s heard of you, Jacob.”
“Or he’s in the beginning stages of a trap,” Sia pointed out. “Perhaps he wants to get us off-guard and then dispose of us all.”
“I doubt that,” I argued. “We’ve been to the First Circle multiple times. If Asmodeus wanted us dead, he would have tried to kill us then. Or, he would have murdered us all right there in the grand hall, when they outnumbered us ten to one.”
“I suppose you’re right,” the redhead sighed as she approached the door. “Maybe I’m being too paranoid.”
“It’s your job,” I said with a warm smile. “If it wasn’t for your counsel, my life would be filled with reckless decision after reckless decision. At least, more so than it usually is.”
“Now you’re just trying to butter me up.” Sia frowned.
I grinned. “Is it working?”
“All too well,” she cooed and reached for the door handle.
“Wait!” Cupi nearly screamed when Sia began to turn the knob. “Is Todd in there? I really, realllyy don’t want to walk in on that.”
“I don’t think so,” Ira shot back with an amused expression on her face. “Check out this masterpiece.”
The dark-haired succubus pointed to a door on our right. It was much smaller than ours, only a single brown piece of wood on a set of metal hinges. But what really separated it from our own entryway was the sign plastered just under its peephole.
Gone whackin’. Enter at your own risk.*
Below the main set of text was an asterisk accompanied by much smaller font, so I leaned in closer to read it.
*The Toddster is not responsible for any psychological issues that may arise from entering this dwel
ling unannounced. For questions, complaints, or general legal shit, call 575-853-0451.
“Son of a bitch … ” I muttered as I pulled back and rejoined my friends. “That’s my phone number!”
“I’m confused as to where he got that sign from,” Sia pondered. “Did he find a printer? Does he just carry those around with him wherever he goes?”
I walked over and put my arm around the redheaded madame. “When it comes to Todd, it’s best not to think about it too hard,” I laughed before I reached down, turned the knob of our own room, and pushed the door open with a creak.
The four of us entered the suite and stood in silence as we tried to figure out what kind of a fever dream we’d just stepped into.
In the center of the room was a giant bed shaped like a heart. The covers and pillows looked like they were made of pure silk, and I could hear the damn thing vibrating slowly. Immediately next to the bed was a piece of furniture shaped like a gun rack. Only, instead of deadly weapons, it acted as a holster for every type of sex toy imaginable.
All the way on the other side of the room was a bathtub that looked like it was big enough to fit multiple people and a shower filled with all sorts of strategically-placed platforms and suction handles. It was almost like a rock climbing wall for fucking.
“Oh … my … god … ” Ira gasped and pointed over to the opposite side of the room.
There, mounted on the wall, was a set of leather arm and leg straps. Beside the restraints sat a large wall of whips, chains, gags, blindfolds, ticklers, ropes, and an assortment of other gadgets I couldn’t identify.
“Is that what I think it is?” Cupi asked the Sister of Wrath.
“It’s a--it’s a … ” Ira was clearly trying to answer, but it was like her brain was still trying to contain her excitement. “It’s a BDSM room!”
The dark-haired succubus let out a squeal of glee, ran over to the wall of goodies, and began to inspect each and every one. She picked up a long, black whip and then raised it in front of her body, whipped it backward, and filled the air with a loud “crack.” Satisfied, she coiled up the whip and sat it down on a nearby shelf.
“She seems to be enjoying herself,” Cupidiatas chuckled.
“You have no idea, Sister,” Ira shot back with a sly grin. “If you guys don’t mind, I think I’m going to split myself into two and then really enjoy myself, if you catch my drift. Does anyone want to join in?”
“I’m not sure we’re quite there in our relationship yet,” I laughed and threw up my hands. “But either of you are free to hop in if you think you’re up to it.”
“I think I’ll pass.” Cupi frowned. “I’m adventurous, but not anywhere near that adventurous.”
“Sorry, Ira,” Sia added. “I’d prefer to go into the meeting with Asmodeus without being sore, if you don’t mind.”
“It’s cool,” Ira reassured us. “That’s why I’ve got my other half around.”
As she spoke, pink Hellfire emerged from Ira’s hands and quickly spread across her body. The second she was engulfed, her figure began to fade in and out rapidly as if she were a character in a glitchy video game. Then a mirror image of the succubus grew from her body and took shape directly next to her. Finally, the Hellfire ceased, and there were two versions of the Sister of Wrath.
The first one was the dominant half, or “the Dom” as I liked to call her. She was in a jet-black leather corset that just barely covered her massive breasts and rode up like a thong on her curvy rear. The look was topped off with a pair of thigh-high leather boots and a tickler with a series of large blue feathers at its end.
The “sub” half of Ira was clad in a simple black string bikini that did nothing but cover her nipples and a set of crotchless bottoms that exposed her tender slit for all to see. She had fishnet stockings on her legs, a choker with a ball gag around her neck, and a blindfold on her forehead.
“Now,” the Dom grinned devilishly, “if you don’t mind, I’ve got a very naughty girl here who needs to be given a good flogging.”
“A flogging?” the sub moaned. “Why can’t we just jump right to the good stuff? I haven’t gotten any good fire play in weeks, and my skin isn’t going to burn itself.”
“Fire play?” The Dom rolled her eyes. “That’s only one small stop on the train to pleasureville. I’ll be your conductor, so you’d better get strapped in and prepare for the ride of your life!”
Ira’s sub let out a playful growl and then dashed over to the restraints on the wall. As soon as she was there, the Dom began to fasten her arms and legs into the complex contraption, and then she turned around and put her hand up on the curtain that separated the room from the main suite.
“Uh-uh-uh,” she giggled as she waggled her finger. “If you don’t wanna play, you don’t get to watch.”
The Dom violently pulled the curtain around the room, and then all we heard was giggling from both women.
All I could do was shake my head as I walked back over to the bed and plopped down at its edge. The second my ass touched the silky fabric, my entire body began to vibrate wildly.
“I-Is th-the-there anyw-a-a-a-ay to turn t-this th-th-thing off?” I cackled as I looked around for a button to stop the vibration.
Cupi walked over and pressed a small button at the head of the bed, and it stopped moving instantly. The succubus placed her hands on her hips as she savored her victory.
“You still have much to learn, Jacob,” she mused as she bent forward and got onto the bed on her hands and knees.
The succubus began to climb toward me on all fours, and I stared at her cleavage as it swayed back and forth with each movement.
“I guess I just need a better teacher,” I joked coyly.
“Be careful what you ask for, Jacob,” Sia chuckled as she sat down on the bed beside me. “Or else you might just end up getting ‘schooled’ by Ira.”
“Who says that’d be a bad thing?” I grinned as Cupi sat up on her knees beside me. “Maybe I’d totally be into it.”
“I’m sure you would be,” Sia observed. “Ira has a way of making even the strangest sensations pleasurable.”
“Oh?” I shot back. “Do you know that from experience?”
Sia’s face grew red, and she looked down at the floor bashfully.
“Superbia!” Cupi gasped as she feigned scolding. “You spend one night with Ira a few months ago, and now you’re into that sort of thing?”
“Don’t knock it until you-- yeooow! Try it,” Ira’s sub yelled from behind the curtain.
Cupi placed her hand on my cheek and turned me toward her. “I don’t need to try anything new,” she purred. “I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”
Before I could utter a witty comeback, Cupi’s tongue was in my mouth, and we made out passionately as Superbia began to rub her slender hands under my shirt and up my body.
While we explored each other tenderly, I reached down and gently slid the fit blonde’s pants off. The second they were gone, I started to rub at her clitorus softly, and she let out a deep moan to voice her satisfaction.
I pulled away from Cupi for a second, and her hungry violet eyes stared into mine as she tugged off her shirt. My gaze followed the garment’s path as it moved up her toned stomach and then to her perky breasts before she tossed it to the side.
Suddenly, I felt Sia’s hands pull on my shirt, and I raised my arms in the air so she could remove it. As soon as I was defenseless, Cupiditas went in for the kill.
The naked blonde unbuckled my belt, yanked off my pants and underwear in one swift motion, and then took my erection in her hands.
“I’m never gonna get tired of this,” she cooed as she sized up my cock.
Cupi began to flick her tongue back and forth across the tip of my dick as she stroked it gently. This particular succubus had a reputation for her “sharp tongue,” and I was getting to experience it in all its glory.
While her Sister was going to town on my cock, Superbia was getting un
dressed.
I watched the Sister of Pride as she unfastened her tube top and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were the smallest of any of the succubi in my harem, but somehow they were just as fabulous as a set of triple-Ds. I marveled at her petite figure with its narrow hips and perky pink nipples, and then I watched her playfully tug off her pants.
I pulled the madame in close and pressed my lips firmly against hers. She tasted as sweet as a strawberry, and I never wanted this moment to end.
I felt Cupi began work her way down my erection, and then I really didn’t want it to end. My body tensed as I ran my hands along the naked body of Sia, all while the other succubus was going to town on my rock-hard cock.
When I finally pulled myself away from Superbia, I saw Cupi give me a wink, and then she wrapped her lips around my dick and moved down as far as she could go. A wave of intense pleasure shot through my being as I moaned intently and leaned back with my eyes closed. Once Cupi was in a rhythm, I turned back to Sia, leaned over, and began to suck on her erect nipples.
Superbia moaned as she ran her hands through my brown locks and pulled me in closer.
Man, she really must have been working on stuff with Ira.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, but thankfully, Sia halted all of my momentum.
“Don’t hog him all to yourself, Cupiditas,” the redhead bemoaned.
Cupi let my cock slip from her mouth, but she still kept it firmly in her grasp. “Of course, Superbia,” she said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. “How could I be so selfish. Get on this fucking python.”
Sia moved over so she was straddling my erection, and then she stared at me lovingly as she placed her hand against my cheek. Cupi guided my hard cock inside of the redhead, and we both let out a gasp of joy. Superbia was amazingly wet, and she bit her lip as she began to ride me like a pogo stick.
Her small breasts bounced up and down as she ground her hips against mine and pulled me in for another passionate kiss.
I felt Cupi’s tongue against my balls, and I had to use all my willpower to keep from exploding right then.
The two succubi and I continued like this for a few minutes, and then Cupi pulled back, stood up, and slapped Sia harshly on the ass.
