Lucifer Reborn

by Dante King

  I kind of did, but maybe not all at once. Not before I’d had her by myself. “I don’t want to scare her,” I grunted, stilling both women into silence. “The last time she saw demons, they were trying to rip her clothes off and eat her.”

  “These demons just want to rip her clothes off,” Christina purred as she gestured at herself and Mareth. “Though I wouldn’t mind eating her just a little bit…”

  I rolled my eyes. “Let me go in first,” I said, holding both women back a bit from the door. “Just for a minute. I’ll calm her down, explain the two of you to her, then we can all sit down and have a chat.”

  “A chat,” Mareth giggled. “Sure.” She glanced down at her wrist, as if at a non-existent watch. “You’ve got sixty seconds.”

  Chapter 23

  Steeling myself, I opened the door to my dorm room. This time there was no sense of dissolution, or the sudden wrenching sensation I associated with entering subspace: I just walked through the door and there I was, standing in the little living room I’d created for Maddie. I could even see Christina and Mareth in the hall—until I closed the door, that is.

  Okay, Luke, I thought, rubbing my hands together. Gotta explain things fast. Those two horny demonesses are about to kick the door down…

  Maddie wasn’t in the living room. As I made my way down the hall, the sound of music reached my ears. I recognized the tune—it was one of the ones I had saved on my phone, the same phone I’d given to Maddie. It mixed with the sound of water turned on full blast.

  “Hello?” I asked, pausing before the bathroom door. Steam billowed from underneath the crack; I tried the knob but it was locked. “Maddie?”

  She’s taking a shower, I thought, a little guiltily. Getting herself ready for my visit. She’s got no idea company’s coming—

  Just then, the door opened. “Hey hey,” Mareth growled, practically pouncing on the couch. Her skirt rode all the way up her ass, showing off a generous expanse of thigh and the swell of her mound. “Dinner time, Luke.”

  I jerked a thumb back at the bathroom. “Maddie’s taking a shower,” I said by way of explanation. “She doesn’t know we’re here.”

  “Perfect,” the succubus purred. She reached for the buttons on her top, unfastening them one after the other. “We’ve got just enough time for a quickie…”

  I glanced at the still closed door. “Where’s Christina?”

  Mareth’s grin widened. “I convinced your girlfriend to let me do this solo,” the succubus explained. “The act of binding is so hot, so intimate, that she recognized you and I should experience it one-on-one.”

  Huh. “I’m surprised she agreed to that,” I said. “Wha—”

  That was as far as I got. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Mareth literally tore off her top and jumped into my arms. Her nipples pressed against my chest, the coldness of her piercings contrasting beautifully with the warmth of her skin. Mareth wasn’t just hotter than an ordinary human, she was literally hotter—like a living bonfire in my arms, whimpering with need.

  “Maddie’s going to freak if she catches us like this,” I growled—yet I was already hiking her plaid skirt up over her fabulous ass. Beneath it, her mound was soft and swollen, dripping with juice. She’s been walking around like that all day, a primal part of my mind whispered. So fucking turned on —so ready for me to fuck her…

  “I can be quick,” the succubus panted, gesturing toward the couch.

  I carried her over there and set her ass on the edge of the top, groaning as she spread her legs and wrapped them around me. Her eagerness excited me, and the constant reminder of how hot and wet she was made my cock throb.

  “Trust me, this isn’t going to take long,” she said. “I’ve been riding this edge all fucking day—”

  Mareth broke off with a scream as I freed my cock from my pants and plunged it inside of her. She was right; this wasn’t going to be slow or sweet. With Maddie in the shower, blissfully unaware of the hot demon sex going on just feet away, I was going to have to fuck Mareth fast.

  Good thing that’s exactly what I wanted—and just what she needed.

  I tilted her back over the couch, letting her fall across it with just her ass over the edge as I pounded her. The tips of Mareth’s horns hit the couch cushion and punctured right through, leaving deep gashes in the fabric. “Oh shit,” I grunted, my voice tight with pleasure. I should have been pissed, but it didn’t even matter—Mareth was so tight and wet, I would’ve forgiven her anything.

  “It’s fine, you can fix it,” the demoness whimpered, grinding her hips in a circle as I thrust downward into her heavenly tightness.

  I literally fucked her into the couch, using her like a jackhammer to slam into the cushions over and over again. Her horns did more damage each time, shredding the cushions to ribbons, and finally, I heard something in the frame creak and snap.

  “Oh shit!” Mareth screamed, going weightless in my arms.

  The couch buckled beneath us, sinking inward like a balloon with the air let out. I wasted no time—I refused to let my dick leave that perfect demon pussy for even a single second. Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her off the ground, flinging her like a ragdoll toward the kitchen counter.

  She came down hard, her head bouncing off the formica. With another woman that would’ve been an end to the fun, maybe even a concussion, but Mareth groaned like I’d just slapped her ass with a whip.

  “Fuck yes!” the succubus panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. Drool trickled from the side of her mouth as she went momentarily blind with pain, her long tongue lolling. “Do it again, Luke! Fuck, you’re such a savage…!”

  I was. This was the roughest fucking sex I’d ever had. I’d never even dared to treat Christina this way: these were my darkest impulses writ large, the kind of sex I’d always wanted to have but was too chicken to ask for. No, not ask for—to reach out and take.

  I took Mareth, using her like a hot little fuckdoll as I slammed her into the counter again and again. She fucking loved it.

  As cracks spread through the surface of the counter, Mareth’s pussy clenched around me and boiled over.

  Suddenly, the beautiful demoness was screaming my name, her long black nails scraping the formica as she went over the edge. Her wings extended as far as they could go, her legs trembling like I’d hit her with a taser as her inner walls clenched around me.

  “Luke! Oh Luke...I’m cumming! Fuck, don’t stop…!”

  I didn’t fucking stop. I pounded her harder, like I wanted to break her in half. Maybe I did. I’d never done anything like this before—and the pleasure building up inside of me was so strong I never, ever wanted to stop.

  I’d thought Mareth had had only one orgasm the last time she, Christina, and I had been together, but it must have been two. Or maybe she’d rubbed one out while she watched Christina and I in Lust; I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that as Mareth’s pleasure hit the stratosphere, her body began to change beneath me.

  Scales emerged over her beautiful crimson skin, like the Dragon I’d seen guarding the horde in the Envy School. Her eyes narrowed to slits, turning into one massive iris that could see through any darkness or magic spell. Her already long horns lengthened further, circling in on each other into rich spirals like a hypnotist’s pocket watch. Fangs glittered from her mouth, her body going even more demonic and powerful as she became bound to me.

  It was a little intimidating, I had to admit. But what it did to Mareth between her thighs ensured I kept on thrusting, kept pounding her like there was no tomorrow. Because it felt so fucking amazing.

  Her inner walls rippled around me with every thrust, then clenched like a fist every time I tried to pull back. She was tighter than tight, like her pelvic muscles had grown fingers and were stroking me off while I fucked her. It was the craziest feeling in the world, but the things it did to me made me grunt and groan like a fucking caveman.

  “Mine,” I growled, pinning her down by her shoulders as
I stretched her walls around me. “All mine…!”

  Mareth opened her mouth, and her voice was like a choir of fallen angels. “All yours,” she panted, her heavy breasts bouncing as she fucked herself back on me. “I belong to you, Master! I serve you — I worship you! Please, please fill my tight little pussy with your load…!”

  My hand went to her throat as I hit the point of no return. I expected Mareth to fight, to scream, but she guided her slender neck into my fingers, laughing like the wickedest demoness in Hell. This girl trusted me with her life now—if I wanted to choke her in the bedroom, treat her like my personal demonic whore, then she was totally into it.

  That thought carried me over the edge. I squeezed her tight, one hand around her throat and the other on her hip for leverage. The rush became unbearable, one more hard thrust sending me into bliss. Thick ropes of white-hot seed exploded from my cock, spraying deep into Mareth’s demonic channel. I swear to God, Lucifer, whatever—her transformed pussy sucked me like a mouth as I shot, drinking down my load and sending it right to her fertile demon womb. I let out a long hrrrrrngh, fireworks going off behind my eyes as I emptied myself inside of her.

  I came down from my peak slowly, with Mareth’s inner muscles milking me dry inch by glorious inch. For a long time, the world shrank down to that perfect point of contact between us, her demonic eyes locked with mine as we watched every tiny expression of pleasure on each other’s face. Finally, I pulled out of her, leaving a final streak of seed across her thigh.

  “Wow,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. I turned in a slow circle, surveying the room. Busted couch, broken kitchen counter—I was going to have some major cleaning up to do. “Shit, we sure made a mess…”

  “It’s fixed easily enough,” Mareth assured me, rising to her feet. In this new form of hers, she was exactly as tall I was. She looked utterly badass, like Christina when she really let herself go in the middle of combat, but a little scary, too. “Oh, whoops, here we go…”

  Mareth shimmered, and a moment later, she was back to the schoolgirl I knew. “I couldn’t hold it for super long,” she admitted, glancing down at her naked body. She had more curves without the extra demon edge, less muscle. The hot, dripping trail of semen down her thigh remained on both bodies. “My new form is permanent, and it’ll always be lurking in the background. But for now at least, well...it’ll come when I do.” Mareth giggled. “I’ll get more practice with it eventually, Master, I promise.”

  I thought of telling her not to refer to me as ‘Master’ — but it was fucking hot. Besides, I liked it. I might even get Christina to try calling me that, too, I thought. If she doesn’t deck me in the face first, she might actually go for it…

  That reminded me that Christina was still waiting outside. “You can grab Christina,” I told Mareth, nodding at the door. “She’s probably been listening in this whole time, jealous as Hell.”

  Mareth laughed, her head rocking back on her shoulders. Now that she was freshly fucked, all the tension in her body had evaporated. She was loose and easy, ready for a night on the town or just a long chill session on the couch. I liked that about her.

  “Christina told me she was going to check out the arcade,” the succubus said, her gaze traveling to the still-closed bathroom. “She’ll catch up with us whenever. But I’d bet all the shards in your palm that hot little waitress had an ear against the door, touching herself while she heard you fuck my brains out…”

  The thought both excited and disturbed me. I hoped we hadn’t frightened Maddie too bad. “What’s she still doing in there?” I wondered, stepping over broken shards of the couch.

  Mareth shrugged. “Humans and their need to be so clean,” she said, waving a hand. “She’s got to have been in there for at least a half-hour now. Like I said, she’s probably been getting off listening to us—”

  “The water’s still running,” I said. A pang shot through my stomach—something was wrong. “Maddie? Maddie, you okay?”

  I knocked at the door, harder this time. Still nothing.

  “Mareth, put some clothes on,” I said, taking a step back into the hallway. “I’m going to kick this fucking door down.”

  “What? Why?” Mareth’s eyebrows furrowed together.

  “If she’s in there, the last thing I want her to see is a naked demoness,” I grunted, mentally calculating the angle I’d need to hit to kick the knob. “Just do it!”

  While Mareth searched for her clothes, I delivered two swift kicks to the bathroom door. The water kept on running, the blissful music from my phone playing on the other side like nothing was wrong. My mind filled with dreadful possibilities: Maddie had had an accident, slipped in the tub. Anything could have happened while I was gone.

  “Damn it! It won’t budge!” The door was made of that white, unformed stuff I’d carved the subspace out of to begin with. Apparently, it was like trying to tunnel through bedrock.

  Mareth paused, her skirt wrapped halfway around her bare ass. The white streak of my seed dripped almost all the way down to her knee, completely forgotten in the emergency.

  “This is your subspace,” the succubus said, gesturing with her nails. “Just unsummon the damn thing!”

  Good idea, I thought, closing my eyes and concentrating. If I could build out the subspace, I could delete parts of it just as easily. I pictured the bare, empty doorway, nothing blocking me from entering, and a moment later steam billowed out onto my face. The door was gone.

  So was Maddie.

  I stepped into the bathroom as more steam filled the subspace. The shower was on full-blast, and I cut it off as I examined the tiny space. My phone lay on the edge of the sink, playing the same playlist of songs over and over again. The mirror was completely fogged up, all except for a doodle Maddie had presumably left while getting her shower ready: a heart, with L&M scrawled in the middle.

  Luke and Maddie, I thought, my heart sinking. What the fuck…

  “She’s not here,” I growled, stepping back into the living room. Already sweat was breaking out on Mareth’s beautiful skin from the humidity. “Where the hell could she possibly have gone?”

  Mareth stared blankly at me, still adjusting her wardrobe. She paused, cocking her head, then marched past me and stuck her own head through the bathroom door. “She’s gone,” the succubus said in a flat tone.

  “I know!”

  “That’s...that’s not possible,” Mareth murmured. “Nothing gets in or out of a subspace unless the owner wills it. She couldn’t have left!”

  I looked around the room in confusion. “Are you suggesting she’s hiding somewhere?” I asked, walking into the bedroom. The big king-sized bed still dominated the tiny space—there was certainly no Maddie-sized hole anywhere for the waitress to hide. “She’s not here, Mareth!”

  “Shit, shit, shit,” the succubus said, shaking her head in disbelief. She looked at the splintered remains of the couch beneath her feet, as if Maddie were going to jump out from beneath it any moment and proclaim the whole thing a wonderful prank. “Maybe she slipped out when they synchronized your dorm? I guess she could have walked out the front door then, before we came in?”

  I shook my head. “Then why leave the water running? And the phone? No, she was in the middle of taking a shower, Maddie.” Like the woman in Psycho, I thought, ice filling my stomach. What the fuck happened to her?

  A horrible thought occurred to me. “Those demons all wanted to eat Maddie,” I told Mareth, the color draining from my face. “There’s no way one of them could have made it in here and...oh fuck. She’d be totally defenseless…”

  And it would be my fault, I told myself. After all, I’d left her here while I went running around the Schools. I’d been getting my dick wet in Christina and Mareth, leaving her in the lurch. I’d trusted no one could get to her in here—but apparently, I’d been wrong.

  “It must be some kind of glitch,” Mareth told me, trying to calm me down. The succubus found her schoolgirl top, took o
ne look at the mess she’d made of it, and ran a hand over her breasts instead. They shimmered, and suddenly she was wearing a brand new crop-top with spaghetti straps. No bra necessary. “Look, there’s no sign of a struggle, right? No blood?”

  Her words calmed me down. “You’re right,” I said, glancing back into the bathroom. “Yeah, it’s like she just disappeared.”

  “She probably just...I don’t know! Maybe she found her way back to Earth somehow.” Mareth put a hand to her chin, thinking. Somehow, while I’d been freaking out, she’d used her magic to bring her body and fashion completely on point. To look at her, you’d never have thought she’d gotten piledrived into a kitchen counter with an Archlord candidate’s dick inside her just a few minutes ago. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “What is it?”

  “We grab Christina,” she said, gesturing at the door, “and we go to the Subspace Commission. That’s an office on campus that handles any issues related to student subspaces—problems with water and power, accidentally creating rooms with non-Euclidean geometry, that kind of thing. My first semester, there was an imp who was really into M.C. Escher—the stairs in his subspace went upwards and downwards at the same time—”

  “Mareth,” I said sharply, startling the succubus into silence. “Are you telling me we should check the fucking lost & found!?”

  The succubus flashed a sheepish smile. “It’s worth a shot?”

  My hand went to my forehead. “For a human woman…! Shit, alright—we’ll start there, I guess. Even if they can’t find Maddie, hopefully they can tell us more. She’d better be okay.”

  If she wasn’t, it was my fault. Finding her was my responsibility, and as far as I was concerned, the rest of the Academy’s obligations could wait.

  That waitress needed my help.

  Chapter 24

  The nearest arcade inside the dormitories was a floor down, over on level six. I was antsy the whole way, tapping my foot in the elevator like it couldn’t possibly move fast enough for me. Every moment we wasted was another where Maddie could potentially be in trouble, screaming on her knees in front of some hideous demon who wanted to chow down on her like a Maddie sandwich. Mareth noticed how out of it I was—even through the afterglow of our amazing sex, the anxiety stood out clear as day.