by Eric Vall
Fuck it. I wasn’t going to let Sia have all the fun by herself.
I fell down onto my knees, grabbed Superbia’s legs, and yanked her over in front of my face. As I pulled up the succubus’ dress, I could see she was already sopping wet.
She was about to get wetter.
I gripped the petite woman’s outer thighs tightly and then buried my face into her pussy. She tasted as sweet as fresh lilacs, and my tongue needed little guidance to find her pleasure points. First, I teased her a bit by kissing and licking everywhere but the spot she wanted me to lick.
“You--You’re killing me,” Sia groaned jokingly as she firmly gripped the back of my head and pushed it in harder.
Once the succubus was nice and turned on, I went in for the kill. I licked her clitoris as softly and tenderly as I possibly could, and she moaned softly in response. Then I began to suck on it like it was one of her nipples.
This time, her response was much, much more intense.
I could feel Sia’s legs tensing up as I went to town on her pussy with my tongue. Her moans became more frequent and hurried, and then they grew closer and closer together. Finally, she tugged violently on my hair as her thighs tightened around my head.
“Oh, my god!” she groaned passionately as her lips quivered against my mouth and what felt like a gallon of wetness sloshed out of her pussy.
Finally, once I knew she was done, I pulled back, looked up at her, and smiled.
“Feels weird to be on the other side of that, doesn’t it?” I shot up playfully.
“It felt … amazing,” Sia gasped as she tried to regain her composure. “Simply fucking amazing. But now it’s your turn.”
Sia’s legs were still shaking as she crab-walked backward, rolled over onto her knees, and then flipped over off the bed. She crawled over to where I was positioned before she motioned for me to stand up.
I wasn’t going to argue.
Before I was even completely upright, Sia had her hands around my waistline. She gave my pants a good hard tug, and they fell down to reveal the massive hard-on that was waiting for her.
Sia bit her lip as she stared down my cock and helped me get my pants out from around my ankles. Then she reached one slender hand up, placed it firmly around the base of my dick, and began to stroke aggressively. At the same time, she forced her delicate tongue out of her mouth and ran it along the parts of my erection that she wasn’t pleasing with her hand.
I leaned my head back in the air and moaned to let her know she was doing a great job, and then I placed my right hand tenderly on the back of her strawberry locks.
Sia continued to lick and stroke my cock for a solid minute before she moved on to another position. The redhead slapped one hand against my tightening balls, another onto my bare ass, and then pushed me from behind. She didn’t break eye contact once as the entirety of my erection slowly slid into her mouth, but she did make a slight gagging sound when my cock hit the back of her throat.
Superbia pulled herself off, smiled, and then repeated the action.
This time, I couldn’t watch. I knew if I watched the beautiful, petite woman taking my entire cock as she stared up at me with those big, purple eyes, I was going to fucking explode.
Instead, I let my eyes roll back into my head as euphoria overtook my body.
Sia deepthroated my cock five more fucking times, and I could tell I was headed toward the edge. Then she pulled completely off my erection, opened her mouth, and placed the tip of my erect cock against her tongue. She used one hand to stroke gently while she used the other one to play with my balls, and it was time to unleash.
I felt my knees nearly buckle as my dick pulsed and sent my sperm into Sia’s mouth with the intensity of a goddamn firehose.
The succubus didn’t seem to care. In fact, her smile looked like it was the size of Texas as she took all of my warm cum in her mouth. Then Sia closed her mouth, swallowed, and winked at me coyly.
That was when my knees gave out, and I fell backward onto the bed.
Sia climbed up on top of me, straddled my half-hard dick, and then lowered herself down so her lips were touching the tip of my penis.
“Ready for round two?” she giggled as she pulled her dress over her head.
Superbia’s breasts were fairly small, perfect for her petite frame, but they were still sexy as fuck. Each one had a perfectly plump red nipple that stood erect, begging to be sucked. Her tummy was flat and toned, and her hips were just wide enough to give her a miniature hourglass figure.
I could already feel the blood rushing back into my cock, but Sia wanted to speed up the process.
She was still ridiculously wet, so she began to glide the lips of her pussy back and forth over my dick in a forward and back motion. Her labia were warm, wet, and tight against my growing erection, and within seconds I was back to full mast.
“That’s more like it,” I growled as I threw my hands on Sia’s hips.
“Ohhh, yesss.” She let out a gasp as I positioned her pussy above my cock and slid inside of her as deep as I could go. Sia’s eyes fluttered in her skull as she took in the entirety of my dick, and her warm tunnel put me in a death grip.
Then, before she could make any sort of motion, I lifted her up slightly into the air and started to attack her from below.
Her whole body jiggled as I pounded her harshly, and she made a face as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Sia threw her head back in ecstasy before she started to gyrate her hips in time with my thrusts.
Soon, the two of us were grinding to the rhythms of each other’s passion. We continued with this position for a while before I got an even better idea.
I stopped, pulled Sia off me, and then pushed her over so she was lying next to me on her stomach.
She went to get up on her hands and knees, but I wanted to try something different.
“Keep your face down,” I ordered as I gave her back a gentle push.
“Yes, Jacob.” Sia buried her face in a nearby pillow as I got into position behind her small, sexy ass.
I grabbed her around the waist and then shoved my rock-hard cock into her pussy.
“Ohh, my king,” she groaned loudly as I entered her, but the pillow muffled the sound and made it little more than a soft exclamation of pleasure. Her fit, tiny ass bounced happily with each thrust I made, and I swore I felt her pussy growing tighter by the thrust.
From this angled position, I felt like I could go even deeper than normal, so I pushed into Sia as far as I could go. My tightened balls pressed up against the bottom of her pelvis, and I felt the tip of my cock touch her cervix.
I’d fucking bottomed out inside of her.
I pulled out and pushed back in as slow as I possibly could, much to Sia’s excitement.
Both of us were moaning in unison by the ninth or tenth pass through, and I knew we were both on the verge of cumming once more.
“I-I want to look at you,” Sia begged as she turned her head back to see me. “I want to see your face when I--oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
I sensed Superbia was standing on her tiptoes at the side of the cliff, so I quickly pulled myself out of her. Then I moved over so my legs were hanging off the side of the bed and patted for her to come and join me.
A whimper came out of Sia’s mouth as she rolled off the bed, sauntered over to where I was sitting, and then straddled my dick. Finally, she lowered herself down onto my cock cautiously.
I kissed the madame’s neck tenderly as she started to ride, and then I felt her walls tighten around me as tight as a fucking snare.
Sia threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, and then she started to bounce up and down like she was trying to pop a balloon with her ass.
Our moans mixed together in the bedroom to form a chorus of ecstasy, but it didn’t last for very long.
Sia pulled back and looked me deep in the eyes, and that was when we both hit our limit. The succubus arched her back as she let out a deep, almost primal sound,
and her pussy quivered on my cock. She orgasmed intensely, and the sound of her bliss caused me to blow.
I forced Sia all the way down onto my pelvis as I unloaded my warm love inside of her.
The petite succubus collapsed into me, and we both fell backwards onto the bed as we laid there and basked in each other’s glow.
“I needed that,” Sia panted. “We’ve had a long day.”
“Long day?” I joked, “we’ve had a long freaking year. Just think about it … A year ago, we were still just roaming around up on Earth, slaying demons and spending money like it was going out of style. Now? We’re both fucking royalty.”
“Go back even further,” Sia suggested. “As little as three years ago, we didn’t even know of each other’s existence. Hell, I bet you didn’t even know demons were real!”
“I didn’t,” I admitted. “Everything I’d heard about the subject had either come from Sunday mass or Todd’s stoned-out ramblings. Both of which were probably just as accurate.”
“Stooopppp,” Sia giggled as she slapped my bare chest with vigor. “You better not let the Exalted One hear you say that.”
“What’s he gonna do?” I joked, probably a bit more darkly than I should. “His presence isn’t allowed down here. My father would never allow it.”
“I don’t know,” Superbia continued. “If Heaven ever were to win the Eternal War, somebody would have to take over Lucifer’s domain.”
“I feel sorry for the sucker who gets stuck with that,” I laughed. “Torturing people for all eternity isn’t exactly a job most people would want on their resume. In fact, I don’t know how daddy dearest does it. He’s gotta be the most hated man in the universe.”
“I’m not,” a silver-tongued voice mused from my right. “That would be the inventor of one-ply toilet paper.”
I shot straight up in bed and whipped my head around to see where the voice had come from, but I saw nothing.
“What is it, Jacob?” Sia gasped. “What’s wrong?”
“D-Did you just hear somebody talking?” I questioned. “It sounded like it was coming from right over--”
That’s when I saw him. There, standing in the door of my walk-in closet, was a clean-cut man with slicked-back black hair. On his body he wore a three-piece suit that was red and appeared to be as soft as velvet.
It was Lucifer, my father.
The Devil had a smug look on his face, and he gave me a thumbs-up as he slunk backward into my closet.
I leapt up to my feet, still naked, and summoned red Hellfire into my hands. I had no fucking clue what I was going to do if Lucifer really was in my castle, but I was prepared for the worst.
However, when I got to the threshold, there was nothing. The only thing looking back at me from the closet were my own t-shirts and slacks.
I felt a hand touch my back, and I spun around, ready to attack.
“Jacob!” Sia was nearly in tears when she saw my expression. “What’s going on?”
“I- I don’t know,” I sighed as my eyes darted from the succubus to the closet. “I thought I saw… Him.”
“Lucifer?” the succubus questioned. “You thought he was here?”
“Why am I the only one who can see and hear him?” I pondered aloud. “It’s like he’s fucking mocking me right to my face.”
“He will do that,” Sia explained. “That’s why Lucifer is such a powerful foe. He will get inside of your head and then live there for as long as you let him.”
“How’s he doing it, though?” I repeated. “Why can’t you see him like I can?”
“You must understand, Jacob,” the madame continued, “Lucifer is the King of Hell. He has powers most Demon Lords and Demon Kings could only dream of. I’m not sure how he’s imposing his image into your mind, but surely it’s one of his many Hellfire abilities. Probably one that’s similar to what our friend Mirage uses.”
Mirage. Just the thought of that sexy, mysterious brunette made me want to forget all about Lucifer.
“It’s getting really fucking annoying,” I admitted. “This is like, the fifth time he’s done it.”
“And he’s going to keep doing it as long as he knows it’s getting to you,” Sia sighed.
“So, what do you suggest I do next time?” I joked. “Run at him fully naked, dick swinging in the wind, and ask him to join us?”
“As foolish as it may sound,” the redhead admitted, “just ignore him. If you can push Lucifer out of your head, it won’t be fun for him any longer. And once something starts becoming boring for the Prince of Darkness, he will avoid it altogether.”
I leaned in and gave the succubus a little peck on the lips to show my gratitude, and then I wandered back over to the bed. I sat down, took another glance at the closet door, and plopped back onto the pillows.
Sia was right up next to me in an instant, and the petite redhead snuggled in close against my chest.
“I wonder what happens now,” I asked aloud as I stared up at our ceiling. “With Beelzebub. He’s lost every single Demon Lord he had, and now his succubi are turning against him? I wonder if he’s going to get desperate?”
“I believe it’ll be the opposite,” Superbia admitted. “I think that, even though he’s still going to call the shots, he’s going to become more reserved. It’s what Azazel did once all of his Demon Lords were slain and all his succubi were converted. He holed himself up inside of his castle and dared you to come down here and take it from him. Which is exactly what you did.”
“Then that’s probably what we’ll have to do with the Lord of the Flies, too,” I agreed with a nod. “March right into the Eighth Circle and kick his shit in, hard. There’s only one issue, though … There are still three Circles standing between us, and all three of them are hostile.”
“Now that you have him on his heels,” the madame explained, “he will rely on Baphomet and Gressil more than ever. Even though he will never admit it, Beelzebub is scared of you, Jacob. If he can wipe his hands clean of you without even lifting a solitary finger, it would suit him quite well.”
“That’s why we need more Demon Lords,” I chuckled. “As much as I love all of you guys, we’re not enough to run the gauntlet of four fucking Demon Kings. Not alone, anyway.”
“I look forward to hearing your report about the ‘hands on’ portion of the interview tomorrow,” Sia said through a yawn. “I’m sure the new girls will do well in their practical exam.”
The last few words of Sia’s sentence trailed off into a slumber-like trance, and when I glanced down, I saw she was out like a light.
It was still fairly early in the evening. I must have worn her out pretty badly.
Of course, the tiredness was hitting me now, too. My eyelids felt heavy in my skull, and I couldn’t help but yawn as I stared at the dark brimstone blocks that made up the roof of my bedroom. Superbia’s body was warm and cozy against my own, and I soon began to drift off to sleep.
I didn’t know how long I’d be out, but one thing was for sure.
Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a day.
Chapter 5
As I walked out into the coliseum, clad in my adventurer’s armor, I saw all five of the interviewees were already present.
Todd was standing up on the stage, gesturing wildly as he tried to pump them up with what I was sure was a long-winded, copyrighted speech.
“ … But today is not that day!” he exclaimed as I came into earshot. “Today … we fight!”
The imp raised his fist up into the air, but nobody followed suit. He stared blankly out into the audience for a few seconds before he lowered his arm, hung his head, and ambled off the stage.
“I thought it was a good speech, bro,” I reassured him as he passed.
“Me too, Jakey,” the imp sighed. “Oh well, I guess Frodo and Sam are fuuuucked this time. Good luck with your Motley Crew!”
Todd continued to laugh at his own joke as he scurried across the sand and then out of the coliseum.
“Ho
w are we doing this morning, ladies?” I called out as I sauntered up in front of the succubi. “Are we all ready for our ‘practical exam?’”
“Totally!” Deja nearly squealed, much to the dismay of the other four. “Let’s get up in this bitch and kick some furry ass.”
Beelzebub’s former succubus may have sounded like the typical girl from Cali, but she certainly didn’t look the part. Her brown locks were tied back into a ponytail, and she had a few strips of tribal face paint down the sides of her cheeks. Her outfit consisted of a simple leather armor with a wrap around her chest and a pair of chaps and boots that protected her legs.
On her belt hung a small, coiled-up chain with a spearhead attached to the end. That must have been her weapon of choice.
Right next to her was Mirage, and I almost didn’t recognize the succubus. Normally, she made herself look as beautiful as she possibly could with a tight-fitting dress, makeup, and dangling earrings, but now she stood before me in her armor.
Mirage’s breast plate was somewhat skimpy and left her navel completely exposed. On her legs she wore some sort of cuisses that came down to her knees and met a pair of high-heeled boots. The metal of the armor was your typical scalemail, but its shiny color was offset by the light brown gloves and boots she wore. Mirage had a stubby, centurion-like gladius sword at her side, and I nodded at it to show my curiosity.
“A gladius?” I asked the brunette. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a succubus with one of those before.”
“I try to keep my enemies at a distance,” Mirage shrugged, “but when they get too close, I want to dispel them as quickly and efficiently as I can. I’ve found that small, stabbing weapons do the trick, and this thing is one of the best stabbing weapons around.”
“I love it,” I noted as I looked over at the other succubi. “No weapon, Inpulsa?”
“Why would I need one?” the yellow-haired succubus questioned as she summoned a bit of electricity into her hand. “I am the weapon.”
