Lucifer Reborn

by Dante King

  I followed her gaze, then coughed. Oh wow.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “They’re copulating.”

  Carved into the walls were murals depicting various sex acts. Not the ordinary kind, either—the images the demons of the Academy had adorned the Lust school with made the Kama Sutra look tame in comparison. Every kink, every fetish, every position I could think of was represented. A few steps later, what had been two figure diagrams expanded to three people, then four…

  Christina let out a low, throaty moan as she fingered a carving showing two women kneeling before a man, their backs arched with their asses stuck up high in the air. Both girls had looks of rapturous adoration on their faces, while the man’s gaze was cold and cruel.

  “Remind you of anything?” she growled, grabbing hold of the front of my pants.

  It did. It really fucking did—

  “Oh, stop,” Xora said, rolling her eyes. “No unsanctioned copulation in the Lust school halls. Academy rules.”

  Christina’s face filled with disbelief. “You’re kidding.” She gestured into the darkness, where the moans had reached a fever pitch. A few of them sounded like they were about to go over the edge. “We’re not allowed to fuck in here?”

  Mareth stepped in. “Oh, you can fuck,” she giggled, running one of her jet black nails from just beneath her eye down to her chin. “You have to, in fact. But sex is learning in here, Christina. You and Luke can’t just fuck like rabbits and expect to call yourselves experienced. You’re dealing with professionals in here!”

  Christina stared at the bulge in my pants for a few more moments, licking her lips. Honestly, I wanted her to drop to her knees. If there were any of the seven schools to break the rules in, it was definitely this one. She held herself back with a visible effort, digging her nails into her palm.

  “Fine,” Christina growled, her voice sounding more demonic than ever before. “But you’re accompanying me on my first day of class, Luke. You too, Mareth. We’ll show these bitches what ‘professional’ really means…”

  We reached the bottom of the stairs, which emptied out into a wide cavern bathed in torchlight. My first impression had been correct: this did indeed look like some ancient Greek temple, the kind of place where brave heroes came to seek the advice of the Gods and Goddesses. The attire in here reflected that idea, with demons of all stripes wearing little more than short black tunics tied on with simple gold bands. I guess the idea is for easy access, I thought, noting a bank of lockers along the far wall where a demon’s normal clothing would be stored while class was in session.

  If in the Greed school, students had been vociferous in their arguments about the law, and the Wrath school gravely determined to showcase the arts of fighting, the devotees of the Lust school seemed almost flighty in comparison. Male and female demons flickered in and out of rooms, some of them with messed up hair and robes that hung half-torn off their sleek or muscled bodies. Every room we passed echoed with orgasmic cries, along with the patient instructions of a teacher—or a TA with plenty of T&A.

  One of the curtains hung open for us to see what was happening inside as we passed. A brown-skinned demon with the legs of a goat and two massive horns on either side of his head reclined in a hammock, two different women taking turns running their mouths up and down his thick, throbbing cock. With a grunt, he lifted one up and took her in several different positions, flashing through each one as quickly as a gymnast at an exhibition.

  “Very good!” the instructor—an utterly gorgeous pixie wearing nothing but a smile—announced to the class. As I watched, I realized nearly every demon in the room was engaged in some manual or oral stimulation. Probably keeping themselves ready for their turn on the hammock, I realized, as this was clearly some kind of pop quiz.

  “I want to spend some more time in this room,” Christina panted, her cheeks as red as apples. “Luke, why don’t you hop in that hammock and let me and Mareth show off our skills?”

  That sounded like a damn fine idea to me—but Xora had other plans. “It would have to be Luke,” the rusalka warned, ignoring the increasing speed of the husky groans as both demon girls picked up the pace. “Under better circumstances, someone would have warned you before your transformation, but I might as well tell you now. As a Mog, you’re bound specifically to Luke, and only Luke. Along with the rest of his bonded, of course. Having sexual relations with anyone except Luke, or any other demons Luke binds to himself, would cause an...unpleasant effect.”

  “Unpleasant how?” I asked.

  “You won’t die,” Xora said, winking at Christina. “But you’ll wish you were dead.”

  Christina took the news extremely well. “That’s fine,” she said, giving my ass a naughty squeeze. She seemed even more turned on than usual, as if that were possible. “I definitely have zero intentions of being with anyone other than Luke at the Academy. Along with any other demons he decides to bind,” she added, biting her lip and looking at Mareth.

  I better do that soon, then, I thought, looking the succubus up and down. I definitely need to lock a girl like her down...

  “It’s not all fun and games,” the rusalka snapped, hustling us past the curtain. From the other side, the satyr demon let out a roar of passion that ended in a grunt of disappointment. He’d clearly shot his load all over the two sexy demon girls, finishing the lesson too quickly. Better luck next time, pal, I thought. I’d do no such thing with Christina and Mareth.

  “Sex is pretty fucking fun,” Christina protested. She reached behind her ass as she walked, fiddling with the zipper of my pants. I stiffened, in more ways than one, as she reached in and subtly pulled my cock free of the fabric. “What’s not to like?”

  “Uh, Christina?” I whispered. “The fuck are you doing?”

  “Yes of course, the mechanics of penetration are universally pleasurable,” Xora ranted, her voice loud enough to muffle the sound of Christina fucking with my zipper. While the rusalka spoke, Christina hiked up the leather skirt hugging her ass. I gasped at the sight of her bare, dripping pussy—she had no panties on underneath. I was about four inches away from being inside her, just from where I was standing.

  “Go on,” Christina said in a high, whimpering voice. “You were talking about penetration—”

  She slammed her hips back on me, and I was inside her. I bit down on my knuckle to stifle a moan, the only thing that saved me. Being inside the Lust school had turned Christina on immensely, and her tight little pussy gripped me like a glove as she impaled herself on my cock. I couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was.

  “But there are other dimensions to sexuality,” Xora continued, oblivious to the covert sex happening a few feet away from her. The sound of Christina’s ass slapping my hips melted into the fucking all around us, hiding it from her. “Aspects that are much more complicated than insert Part A into Slot B. Are you listening, Luke?”

  “Uh haaaah,” I growled, my fingers digging into Christina’s hips. She giggled, working herself back on me an inch at a time. Her walls ground around me tight enough to throw sparks. Between her hot demon pussy and the illicit thrill of what we were doing, I knew I’d only last a few more seconds. I was fucking there, and Christina knew it.

  Xora, somehow, accepted my line, going back to her lecture. Mareth’s ears perked up at the sound of my pleasure, however, and soon the beautiful succubus took a step back, leaning over to see what was happening behind Christina.

  “You are bad,” Mareth mouthed, licking her lips. “Go for it, Luke. Fill her up…”

  I hit the edge and came apart. My fingers dug into Christina’s demonic hips hard enough to bruise as I thrust into her, covering the movement with a feigned cough. My cock jerked hard against her inner walls and suddenly I was pumping a load inside her tight little pussy, right there in the hallway of the Lust school. Christina pressed her body oh-so-hard against mine as my balls drained into her, her soft folds clenching around me like a vise. As I came down from my peak, she shuddered i
n my arms, and I knew she’d just gotten off, too.

  I pulled out of her quickly and tucked my cock back into my pants. “My seed is dripping down your thigh,” I whispered.

  Christina grinned wickedly. “Then I’ll fit right in here, won’t I? Hell, half the girls in here are squeaking when they walk—”

  She turned around—and walked face-first into Xora.

  The rusalka stared down at her, suddenly so much taller than she seemed. “Did you really think you could get away with that? That I wouldn’t notice!?”

  Christina stared down at her thighs, wincing. “Kinda?”

  For a moment, I thought we were really in for it. Then Xora’s expression softened, turning into something more akin to oh, you than oh you’re expelled.

  “Everyone does that,” the rusalka admitted. “Once. And only once, do you understand? Repeat offenders get reported to Lucifer, and you certainly wouldn’t want that…”

  Christina swallowed hard. “Certainly not,” she said, smoothing her skirt back down.

  A wry smile tugged at the corner of Xora’s mouth. “As I was saying, not all sexual expression is as pleasurable or dominating as what you and Luke do in the privacy of your own quarters.” She emphasized the word privacy ironically, since we’d done what we just did right out in public. “Join us for classes, Luke, and you can expect at least a few of your introductory incubus tutorials to look more like this…”

  Xora tugged back a final curtain with a leer. Behind it was the massive demon I’d seen climbing the stairs to the admissions office back when I’d first arrived. He was naked now, and the glowing runes I’d seen etched into his skin covered not just his arms, but his entire body.

  Along with a number of painful welts.

  “Bow to your Mistress!” A succubus stood above him, one leg on the floor and the other up on a chair like she was shooting a rum commercial. A studded leather whip flashed in her hand, cracking three tails against the strong demon’s back. “Tell her what a disgusting worm you are, slave, and perhaps you’ll be allowed to taste her pussy…!”

  My stomach dropped. This room was the exact opposite of what Christina and I had just done. Here, the woman held all the power, and the man was merely her plaything. I watched the massive demon bow his head low, whimpering as the succubus struck with the whip again and again. The demon made not a single sound of protest, just continued moaning ‘yes, Mistress’ over and over again.

  “See what I mean?” Xora closed the curtain. “Different strokes for different folks. If you want to follow the Path of Lust to its end, you’ll have to stroke with the best of them.”

  I could feel my face had gone pale. “Maybe I’ll skip the advanced classes, then?”

  “You sure?” Christina’s tongue grazed my cheek, though she was a good three steps away. God damn that girl’s anatomy was special. “I think me holding the whip could be a good change of pace…”

  “Don’t you dare,” I snapped, giving her a spank on the bottom. “I’m not into that.”

  “Of course, of course,” she panted, though I half-expected I’d get an earful later. “I’ve definitely seen enough to know what I’m specializing in, though. A major in Wrath—and a minor in Lust.”

  “If you’re going to minor in Lust,” Xora said, “you’ll need to involve Luke quite a bit. It’s unusual for a new student to nominate partners for their classes, though it’s certainly allowed. In the case of a Mog studying under a more powerful demon, it would even be considered a prudent idea.”

  Christina giggled at that. “How about it, Luke? Will you be my lab partner? Help me learn all that naughty sex stuff so I can be a good little demon?”

  “You’re pretty damn good at it already,” I said, my head still swimming from the very public sex we’d just have. “Fuck, I’d say you’re a natural. I’d definitely love to help you get some A’s...and maybe some BJ’s, HJ’s…”

  Christina’s eyes narrowed. “You asshole,” she said, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. “I can’t wait!”

  “Ah, but you haven’t seen the end!” Now that we’d reached the end of the Lust hall, Mareth’s crimson body shivered with excitement. She hadn’t been this jazzed up for any of the other schools, which meant whatever we were about to experience was special. “Xora saved the best for last!”

  “Yes, although it’s not for those who are last,” the rusalka said, gesturing at the final door. “Only the best and brightest are allowed to rise through the ranks of this school, Luke. It’s the Prince of Darkness’s alma mater, the original school from which all the sins and powers of Hell flow. Welcome, Luke and Christina, to Pride…!”

  Chapter 18

  I can see why they save this place for last, I thought, following Christina and Mareth inside. Both of my companions wore awestruck expressions at the sight of the Pride school, though Mareth had seen it herself so many times the emotion should have worn off by now. But it hadn’t—and I got the distinct impression it never would for me, either.

  “Mount Olympus,” I whispered, stepping into Pride’s atrium. If the Wrath school camped out on a battlefield, this was the general’s tent—and also the trophy room, where the spoils of war were displayed. Opulence dripped from every molecule of the place, like a VIP lounge in Valhalla.

  Massive braziers lit the mountaintop up like a bonfire. There was only one main path to take you through Pride—it went straight to the top of the hill, surrounded by temples and arenas and stalls selling every manner of weapons and accessories. Each time my eyes thought they’d found the thing to stare at for the rest of my time here, I noticed something even grander. Golden armor, its overlapping scales as strong as mithril and as flexible as cotton. Weapons enchanted with flames, bolts of lightning, waves of ice. Tamed pets as fierce as dangerous as the phantoms that gamboled at the top of the Sloth school.

  If the Infernal Academy was an MMO, this was the quest hub for high-level players only. The place where you could get all the late-game stuff to let you smash new players, and rocket your way to the top of the leaderboards.

  As if conjured by my thought, we passed a board hanging from a temple at the side of the path. Emblazoned on it were the words STUDENT RANKINGS, along with a list of demons, classifications according to their majors/minors, and a shimmering illusion of their portraits. No one I recognized.

  Wait, no. There was one—the blue-skinned beauty who’d given me such a fright. She hovered around the middle of the top twenty demons, near the top of the food chain but not quite above it. I made a promise to myself right then and there to get myself at the top of that list. Any demons I brought onto my team, like Christina and Mareth, would be there right beneath me.

  “Ah, you’ve noticed the Rankings,” Xora said, giving them a dismissive glance. “You won’t need to worry about those for a couple of years, at the least.”

  Sounds like someone’s irritated she’s not on there, I thought. “I’d like to check out my competition for Archlord,” I said, gesturing at the board.

  “You’ll meet them soon enough,” the rusalka said with a sudden yawn. I wondered how much this tour had taken out of her, and how often she had to do it for new students. “Before I take you to the very Seat of Pride, a little housekeeping. This side of the street”—she indicated with a wave of her hand—“sells high-level weapons and armor. Not the sort of thing any ordinary first-year would carry, although if you’ve got the coin, they’ll gladly sell to you. Could be a real boon if you’re looking to claw your way to the top of your freshman classes.”

  “Uh huh,” I said. I was already thinking about a hell of a lot more than my freshman classes. “What about the other side?”

  “Potions,” the rusalka said, “spells, and accessories. That last category generally involves jewelry, which alters your attributes. You already have quite a powerful one glittering there on your ear.”

  Without thinking, I reached for the earring. I’d almost forgotten about it. “Oh yeah,” I said. “Lucifer ga
ve that to me.”

  Xora nodded ruefully. “They’ve noticed,” she said, with dismal humor.

  I didn’t understand what she meant —until suddenly, I did. Our arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed. Several people at the stalls and markets had stopped what they were doing, turned to watch us pass with expressions that ranged from hard all the way to gleeful. My competition, I thought. The other potential Archlords must all be here.

  “Maybe we should keep moving,” Mareth whispered, cocking her head toward a couple toughs staring us down with more rancor than the rest. “We’ve been in one fight already today. . .”

  Xora scoffed. “There’ll be no fights on the street,” she said, waving a hand. “Being among the Infernal royalty confers certain privileges to a student. The ability to buy and sell from these markets is one of them, Luke. Any student of the Infernal Academy can pick up ordinary gear from the commissary, but these wares are only available to a select few. I would recommend you remember that—and not waste it.”

  “Understood,” I said, surveying the armor on display at a nearby stall. It was designed for a svelte woman, heavy in the bust and showing off lots of skin. Christina would have looked great in it. “I’m assuming I can buy my bound demons weapons and items here, too?”

  “You can,” Xora agreed with a nod. “It’s even possible to resell items you pick up here. There have been demons in the past who’ve made a business out of supplying elite gear to those without the...access special students like you have. However, most find such a thing distasteful.” A shit-eating grin flashed across her face. “It’s a matter of Pride, you see.”

  The two guys staring at me stared all the harder at that. I was sorely tempted to stick out my tongue and make a rude gesture, but the last thing I needed was more trouble. I’d tempted fate enough sneaking my cock into Christina back in the Lust school.