Lucifer Reborn

by Dante King

  Both girls had been watching me for some time. Their plates lay mostly empty, the bottle of wine between them held barely a finger of alcohol in the dark bottle.

  “Lots of things,” Mareth said. “Now that you’ve taken your first steps along the Path of Darkness, the rest of your abilities will fall into place.”

  I took a long draw from my beer. Damn, that was good. I’d have to ask Maddie what it was. “Such as?”

  “Deception,” Mareth purred, wiggling her eyebrows. “Summoning demons. Telepathy—which I think you might already have begun to experiment with a bit. Pyromancy, telekinesis, shapeshifting…” She stopped counting and sighed happily. “Really, the sky’s the limit.”

  “Pyromancy?” It was a strange thing among all the powers Mareth listed to have stuck in my brain, yet it did. “How does that work? Do I just click my fingers and--?”

  I snapped my fingers. A tiny purple flame flickered into life, dancing across the tip of my thumb. “Guess I don’t need a lighter anymore,” I murmured.

  “Purple,” Christina gasped, as if that meant something about how strong I was. “That is so badass.”

  “I’m so wet right now,” Mareth confessed, staring into the flame.

  “Me too,” Christina added. “And you look like you’re just about done with your meal…”

  Huh? No I wasn’t. I still had so much left—

  I glanced down at my plate, only to see a clean platter sitting before me. At some point during our conversation, I’d wolfed down the rest of my food without noticing. I hadn’t even tasted it. A feeling of satiety filled my core, letting me know I’d eaten plenty—yet there was none of the feeling of fullness I’d normally expect after eating that much food. Perhaps it was my powers, keeping the indigestion at bay. They certainly had an effect on the rest of the diner.

  Our waitress emerged from the kitchen, a lusty gaze written all over her face as she approached the table. Gripping the countertop with both hands and arching her back like a bow, she let out a low growl and examined my plate. Her pose made me think of the women on the cover of lingerie catalogs.

  “What an appetite you have,” the waitress purred, her eyes glittering. “Is there anything else I can get you, sir? Another drink, some more food?” She leaned further, her tits pressing against the top of the table. “Anything at all…”

  Her hands moved beneath the table, gripping mine. Something warm and wet passed into my palms, balled up like a rag. For a moment that’s exactly what I thought it was—then I glanced down to see the soaked silk.

  I was holding Maddie’s panties.

  “I’ll be in the ladies’ bathroom in five minutes,” Maddie whispered, her voice crackling with need. “Do whatever you want to me, stud…”

  She strode off without a word, only winking at me over her shoulder as she turned the corner. Both Christina and Mareth stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something. Slowly, I lifted the crumpled panties from beneath the table. They were black, silky, with a thong back and a tiny front.

  Mareth whistled. “Told you,” the succubus said.

  “She wants you to ball those up and put them in her mouth,” Christina panted. Her eyes glazed over, no doubt picturing it in her mind’s eye. “Are you going to go fuck her, Luke—or would you rather fuck me?”

  Was this some kind of test? I gazed sideways at Christina, looking for some sign of trickery. Other than the fact that she looked like she wanted to touch herself beneath the table, there wasn’t anything untoward going on. I shrugged, then laughed and tucked the panties into a pocket on my uniform.

  “I told you—the only women I’m interested in right now are sitting right in front of me,” I growled, pushing my plate away. Suddenly the idea of stuffing my face with more food sounded unimportant. My body held more than enough fuel to keep my powers rolling for a while, which the two women sitting across from me knew.

  Time to make a move, I thought, rising from my seat.

  “Come here,” I growled, taking hold of Christina’s hand. A tremor passed through her as she stood up, the intimidation factor of my eyes boring into her cutting through her too-cool exterior. She’d put this off for a while, given me her mouth as a down payment, and now nothing stood between her and me.

  Christina’s cheeks flushed with heat. “Where do you want to do this?” she asked, her normally steady voice nervous. “The bathroom’s already occupied.”

  “The van,” I said, nodding in that direction. How many times had I fantasized about having a woman in the back of that vehicle? I’d never expected it to happen—chicks didn’t really dig big, industrial vans. Even less so when they were filled with computer parts. But it would make a more than cozy love nest for the two of us.

  My eyes slid to Marketh. Maybe three of us?

  Chapter 6

  The parking lot was nearly empty by the time we left the diner—and no cars sat in the spaces around the van. By the time we made it all the way there, my cock was out of my pants and Christina had her hand around it. Her mouth sought out mine, kissing me hard as we crossed the pavement. Mareth followed, giggling and whispering words of encouragement to the blonde.

  As we reached the van, I lifted her off the ground. Carrying her to the back of the vehicle, I tugged the doors open and crawled inside, Christina in my arms. A little light at the top of the cabin winked on when the door opened, illuminating a section of threadbare carpet in the van’s center. I laid Christina down on this, unbuttoning her jeans and helping her tug them down her slender thighs.

  “Oh my Satan, I want this so bad,” Christina panted. She could barely keep her hands off me long enough to remove her own clothes. Her nipples were indeed pierced - tiny silver studs that looked almost dainty against her tanned skin. “I’ve been soaking wet since the moment I had your dick in my mouth…”

  I grinned down at her, my legs straddling her bare waist. “You liked that, huh?”

  Slowly, she nodded. “You’re so big,” she moaned, reaching for my balls and squeezing them. “Fuck, I know you’re going to fuck me so hard…”

  Christina’s legs spread for me easily. Rather than tug her panties down her thighs, I simply grabbed them and ripped them off her. She let out a squeal and arched her back, surprised by the ferocity inside of me. I couldn’t help it: I wanted this. Needed this. My pulse throbbed in my temples, the inside of the van warming like an oven. My powers boiled over, bathing all three of us in an erotic frenzy.

  One of Christina’s legs lifted to my shoulder; the other stretched out to rest against the wall of the van. The posture allowed her to offer her wet pussy to me, grinding it against my cock as her ass bounced up and down on the carpet.

  I buried the swollen head in her folds, locking eyes with the blonde as I pushed into her. Both of us wore identical expressions of euphoria as I thrust deeper, deeper still, bottoming out inside of her slick, tight channel.

  I might have been a servant of Hell, but Christina’s pussy felt like Heaven.

  “Oh fuuuuck,” Christina groaned, the back of her head hitting the carpet. “Fuck me, Luke! Fuck my tight little pussy! Ungh, gawd you’re so big…!”

  The compliment left me beaming. My hips moved, slowly and experimentally at first, then with greater vigor. With Christina spread wide beneath me, every thrust went deep into her core, all the way down to my balls. My cock came back slicker and slicker each time I pulled back, honey dripping down Christina’s thighs as I impaled her on my rod.

  I buried my face between Christina’s breasts, licking and sucking her orbs as I pounded her harder. My mouth found a diamond-hard nipple with a tiny silver stud running through the engorged flesh and took it between my lips, swirling my tongue around it in ways that made her scream. Christina arched her back, fucking herself on me with just as much need as I had. She rose to meet me, the two of us moving like a well-oiled machine. Every thrust filled me with pleasure, the bliss rising to unbearable levels.

  At some point, I became aware tha
t three voices gasped in our van, not two. Looking up, I saw a vision that would make any man throb to see: Mareth, returned to her naughty succubus form. The beautiful demoness watched us fuck, her legs spread across the back seat and her ass in the air as she fingered her dripping, shining slit. I took one look at her and knew I had to add her to our fun.

  “You can keep looking, or you can join in,” I said with a smirk, punctuating the statement with a hard thrust between Christina’s legs that made her moan. “You want some of this cock too, little demon girl?”

  Mareth looked like she’d just won the lottery. “Truly? I can join you? Both of you?”

  I glanced down at Christina. The blonde’s tits bounced up and down as I pounded her into the carpet, her eyes wild with abandon. “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  Christina tilted her head back, the muscles of her throat flexing as she swallowed. “Get your cute butt down here,” the blonde panted. “Help me worship Luke. He deserves two tight, wet little pussies to fuck…”

  The demon scrambled down from the seat, crawling across the back of the van on all fours. She reached Christina and kissed her upside down, her sinuous long tongue delving deep into the blonde’s throat for long moments.

  Then she kept on crawling. And crawled.

  Within moments, Mareth’s thighs straddled Christina’s face. She lowered her dripping, demonic slit to Christina’s mouth, wiggling her butt back and forth with a cute little giggle. When Christina’s tongue dove into her slit, she moaned and ground herself down even further.

  “Oh yes,” Mareth panted, tugging off her top. The short skirt she left on; she obviously wore no panties underneath. “Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me while you fuck her…”

  Just as Lucifer had implied, Mareth was pierced—and her tits were spectacular. Thin metal studs stood out against her dark nipples, forming an irresistible contrast with her deep red skin.

  I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her into a kiss, the demoness’ lips parting eagerly for me. Beneath the two of us, Christina moaned and writhed harder, the pace of my fucking increasing as I explored Mareth’s body.

  “Harder!” the succubus begged, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fuck, harder…!”

  For a moment, I thought she meant I should kiss her harder. Then she glanced down at Christina, her lips twisted in a wicked moue. “She’s about to cum,” the demoness confided. “I can feel it!”

  I could feel it, too. The blonde’s walls clenched around me as I thrust deep, every pump between her legs sending more sweet juice from her slit. Christina’s moans had gone utterly feral, her fingers digging into the firm flesh of the succubus’ ass as she buried her face between the cherry-red thighs.

  “Come for me,” I commanded, grabbing one of Christina’s breasts hard enough to bruise. The pain sent her right to the edge, added a low, primal note to her cries of passion. “Come all over that dick, Christina. Make everything between those legs nice and tight for me…”

  She screamed from between the succubus’ thighs, ragged gasps escaping from her lips as she came. Christina’s walls gripped me like a vice, like she never wanted to let me go. Her soft ridges ground up and down my dick, throwing sparks as pleasure infiltrated her body. Mareth laughed, tossing her hair back as the reflection of Christina’s orgasm coursed through her. Her tail wrapped around her taut tummy, opening and closing like a fist as she rode the blonde’s pleasure.

  As she came down from her peak, Christina lifted Mareth off her head. She sat up, her face covered with the demon’s juices, and kissed me madly. She’d become a wild thing in my arms, any inhibitions she might have brought to the threesome ripped away by the lust and demonic power filling the van. She would have done this no matter what: but my powers made it even hotter, nastier.

  “Holy shit, I think I love you,” Christina babbled, still coming down from her bliss. She seemed stoned off it—as if she’d taken some extremely high-quality kush along with her nacho platter. “Are you gonna come inside me, Luke?” Her nails dug into my back, coaxing me even deeper into her core. “Come on, I know you want it. You need it…”

  Grunting, I shifted to a sitting position. My back hit the wall of the van, Christina sitting in my lap and straddling my thighs. It put us face to face, moving the momentum to her side, and Christina seized on it immediately. She bounced up and down on my cock, a wicked expression on her face as she felt my cock jerk and throb inside of her.

  “Come on, baby,” she growled, her pussy hot and wet as a furnace around me. “Go over the edge. Fuck me. Come in me!”

  I upthrust into her as hard as I could, using her hair as leverage to kiss her as we fucked. A moment later and the pleasure hit the stratosphere, ripping away the world around me.

  A roar that sounded like it should have come from a beast tore from my throat as I buried myself as deep as I could inside of Christina and let go.

  My cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of liquid lava deep in her channel.

  Christina laughed triumphantly as she felt the first burst spray her inner walls. She ground her hips down on me, rotating them in a slow circle that left me gasping as my balls drained inside of her.

  “There you go,” she panted, kissing my earlobe as she held her bare skin against mine. “Give me all of it, baby. Fuck there’s so much…”

  There really, really was. I shot again and again, more than I could ever remember producing before I came into my powers. Must be another one of my abilities, I thought, smiling—then the implications of that reached my brain.

  “Uh, Christina?” I murmured against her neck.

  She pulled back, beaming at me. “Yes, lover?”

  “I didn’t put on a condom,” I grunted, stating the obvious. “Are you...you know…”

  “On the pill?” She flashed a lascivious grin. “Don’t worry about a thing, Luke. I’m protected. Although I might think about flushing those pills now that we’re hooking up. Getting pregnant from the future Archlord of Hell would be so hot…”

  A bolt of lust shot through me. I thought it was hot, too—which worried me. Was I ready for a thing like that?

  Before I could give it much more thought, another pair of hands massaged my chest. Mareth knelt next to Christina, a hungry look in her beautiful, demonic eyes.

  “My turn,” she purred, licking her lips.

  I laughed. “You sure? How do you know I’m up for it?”

  “Oh, I know,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “With those powers of yours, you can fuck us both all night long. And I will be expecting you to do just that.”

  My eyes raked over her body. Feeling bold, I retorted: “with girls like you two, I’ll have to throw in most of the morning, too.”

  Mareth’s eyes lit up. She made to move forward, shove Christina away, and claim my cock for herself, only for the confines of the van to make themselves painfully clear. In all my fantasies of taking a woman in the back of my vehicle, there’d only been one girl with me. Though the service van was a reliable vehicle otherwise, it simply wasn’t set up for threesomes.

  “There’s not a lot of room in here,” the succubus whispered, pursing her lips. “Perhaps we should find a more...suitable location to continue this.”

  “Like a hotel?” I glanced out the van window, scanning the streets for any signs from one of the big chains. “We could do that, I guess…”

  Mareth grinned. “I was thinking more of your subspace.”

  “Subspace?”

  It probably wasn’t the best time for an explanation, but Mareth was nothing if not blunt. “Remember that place where you met Lucifer and I? That was a subspace. A kind of pocket dimension, accessible by anyone with the power to do so. Every Angel of Darkness has one.” Her eyes narrowed. “There are those that say Hell itself is the original subspace, set up by our Master…”

  “Hopefully mine’s a bit nicer than that,” I growled—then a gasp escaped me. My cock still throbbed gently inside Christina�
�s freshly fucked pussy. Feeling left out, the blonde decided to oh-so-slowly work her hips up and down my shaft, teasing me back to full hardness.

  Mareth noticed. “It should be,” she said, touching my brow with her fingers. “Close your eyes and concentrate, Luke. Reach out for your subspace, and you should be able to send yourself there. Along with anyone else touching you…”

  So that was why Mareth pressed her nails to my forehead. No need to do something similar with Christina; the two of us touched in the most intimate way a man and woman could.

  Chapter 7

  I closed my eyes and tried not to think of the things Christina’s pussy did to my cock. Slowly, an image formed in my mind—a simple, unadorned bedroom. In my head, it looked like nothing so much as a blank white box. I recoiled at the image, draping my own thoughts across the space in an effort to fill it.

  When I opened my eyes, the three of us no longer sat in my hot, crowded van. I lay on the floor of my college dorm room, with Christina in my lap and Mareth laying across the floor a few feet away. Except this was my dorm the day I moved in, with no posters on the walls or desk in the corner of the room. Everything lay bare, unadorned.

  “Wow,” I muttered, looking around. “This is crazy. How’d we teleport to my dorm?”

  Mareth scoffed. “This isn’t your dormitory,” she said. “Note that there’s no door allowing you to enter or exit. No furniture, either. This is your subspace, Luke.” She looked around and sniffed. “You must have latched onto an old memory when you created it.”

  Nodding, I set myself to the task of pulling out of Christina. Not that I wanted to—but it was kinda rude, with Mareth staring at us looking so unsatisfied.

  “Cool,” I said. “Pretty Spartan, though. Not the kind of place I’d want to bring a couple of hot girls back to.”

  “Not at all,” Mareth agreed with a chuckle. “Why don’t you give it some pep, Luke? It’s as easy as thinking about it and willing it to happen.”