by Eric Vall
“Us,” Deja purred. “Now, let’s get to work … ”
Before I could say another word, one of the Dejas fell down to her knees, grabbed my cock, and then began to lick it sloppily. I let out a groan of pleasure, but the sounds were quickly cut off by the second Deja as she pressed her lips against my own.
Our tongues danced around in each other’s mouths as we kissed passionately, and my hands began to explore every crevice of her body. I rubbed each of her perky breasts tenderly before I made my way down the small of her back and grabbed a handful of her tight, tan ass. Then I slid my hand around her leg, tickled her inner thigh with my fingertips, and made my way toward her naked slit. I pressed my thumb against her clit and began to rub gently as my index and middle fingers slid inside her wet pussy.
Both Dejas let out a moan of excitement, and their sounds of passion reverberated off the shower walls intensely.
I fingered the succubus’ clone as the original started to gobble down my cock. I never wanted this fucking ceremony to end.
Finally, though, the clone pulled away and shot me a seductive glance.
“I think she needs some help down there,” she purred, and then she slowly lowered herself down onto her knees.
My erection throbbed even harder as both versions of Deja began to lick, suck, and rub at my cock intensely. Each one placed their lips horizontally against my shaft and began to move back and forth in unison, almost as if they were trying to create the sensation of a warm, wet pussy.
It fucking worked.
My balls tightened up against my body as I tried to hold back my orgasm, but these girls were too much.
They must have sensed I was coming close to the edge, though, because they suddenly stopped and looked at each other deeply in the eyes.
“I think it’s time he got to know us a little better,” the clone purred, and then they both stood up.
The original Deja turned around, leaned up against the glass of the shower, and arched her tight ass back into the air. Her clone gave it a playful slap before she reached out, grabbed my cock, and guided it into the brunette’s waiting pussy.
I gripped my hands around Deja’s wide, tan hips as I started to pound her with the intensity of a jackhammer. I could feel the entire stand-up shower shake with each thrust, and for a second, I was worried I was going to smash the poor succubus through the glass.
Both of Deja’s hands were pressed up flat against the wall of the shower, as was the entire left side of her face. She tried to look back at me with her sexy violet eyes, but I didn’t think she could see past the violently-bobbing brown locks that hung in front of her sightline.
Meanwhile, the clone of the succubus pressed her naked body up against me from behind. She kissed my neck and back tenderly and ran her soft hands all around my chest as she watched me fuck her doppelganger.
I could feel myself growing closer to the mountain top, and I was about to fucking hit the peak.
Suddenly, Deja’s entire body tensed up. She tried to grip at the wall of the shower, but there was nothing to hold onto. Instead, she slapped the glass with a passionate frustration and let out a loud huff.
“Oh, shiiiitttt,” she panted. “Don’t stop now, I think I’m--Ohhhhhhh!”
Deja’s entire body quivered as she orgasmed, and I growled as I pushed as deep as I could into her accepting body. My climax started slow at first, and just s trickle of my seed leaked into her, but then my legs started to shake, and I gasped as a flood suddenly broke through the damn and poured into her like a tsunami destroying a coastal village.
“Oh, my king,” she groaned as my warm seed began to spread inside of her. “You are giving me so much. This is amazing. Ohh, you are filling me— ohhh! Wow!”
The steamy glass let out a squeal as she moved her hands slowly down the shower, pulled her hips forward, and leaned up against the wall exhaustedly. Then the brunette’s body flickered once again, and the clone was absorbed back into her figure.
We both looked at each other, uttered the magic words, and were surrounded by the bonding gold Hellfire.
“W-Well … that was way--way more intense than I thought,” Deja panted happily. “I like, totally don’t know if I’ll be able to walk for the next week, and damn. You like literally poured a gallon of your cum in my tight hole. Fuck. If I could get pregnant, I’d totally be pregnant right now. Did I mention I don’t think I can walk for another week? My legs feel like jelly. Sooo good. ”
“That means a full week without this happening again.” I winked as I rinsed myself off under the warm stream of water.
“Well, that’s, like, not acceptable at all,” Deja retorted as she splashed a bit of the water onto her chest. “I better toughen up. I’m going to need to feel you cum inside of me like… in a few hours? If you aren’t busy, that is.”
“We’ll see,” I chuckled.
Once the two of us had washed each other off, we stumbled out of the shower to the cheers of the rest of the group.
“That sounded very pleasant,” Mirage purred. “I trust Sister Deja enjoyed herself?”
Deja’s eyes lit up as she placed her hands against her chest in shock and let out a gasp.
“Sister Deja?” she giggled. “We’re totally sisters now?”
“Now that we’re connected to King Ralston, yes.” Mirage nodded with a smile.
“We’re not all connected, Mirage … ” Inpulsa reminded the brunette madame. “You haven’t gone yet.”
“Oh, girls,” Mirage chuckled, “I don’t even know if Jacob has enough fluid left in his body to make the final connection.”
“Only one way to find out,” I said with an animalistic growl as I stepped forward, snatched Mirage off the bed, and then pressed my lips against her.
The rest of the succubi let out a gleeful squeal as they watched me make out with their new madame, and soon Mirage’s left arm wrapped around my neck.
At the same time, her right hand reached down and began to pet my cock intensely. She had a ginger touch, and within seconds, the blood began to return to my manhood as it prepared to go another round.
“I guess it is possible,” Mirage purred.
“With King Ralston, anything is possible,” I joked, and then grabbed a handful of her perky breasts.
I moved back toward the bed with Mirage still in my arms and watched as the other succubi parted to give us room. I aggressively tossed the brunette madame down onto the bed, yanked her back so her lower half was just off the edge, and then slid my cock between the lips of her tight, tender slit.
Mirage let out an intense moan as she tossed her legs around my waist, and I took both of her hands in my own.
I held her arms down against the silk sheets as I leaned forward and kissed her heatedly. Then my dick pumped in and out of her in passionate rhythm as our bodies seemed to merge into one, and our moans of pleasure mingled together in the air like a chorus of lust.
After all we’d seen in the last hour, we were both extraordinarily turned on. Mirage was as wet as a storm surge, and my cock seemed to be made of concrete.
Our bodies melted together as we fucked each other, and our lips drank eagerly from each other’s mouths. Slowly, I felt her warm tunnel begin to convulse around me, and I knew she was climbing to her peak.
“Ohhh. Ohh, Jacob. Ohhhh! Fuckkkkkkk!” Mirage stifled a few whimpers before she finally let go and filled the entire room with an earth-shattering moan.
As the sound left her lips, I shoved my cock as deep inside of her as it could go and unleashed a surge of my own. I filled the madame’s pussy with my orgasm as she came, and then I slid in and out of her a few times while she continued to climax. She seemed to appreciate the extra friction of my cock scraping against her cum-soaked walls, and she let out another long moan as her entire body vibrated like a purring cat.
Then she was done climaxing, and I laid down atop her naked body while we both caught our breaths.
“Hmmm,” I growled and gave her one
last kiss before I rolled over to the side, climbed up onto the pillows, and let out a deep sigh.
“Don’t forget the words,” Mirage implored coyly. “Unless, of course, you want to go again.”
As much as I wanted to make love to all of these women endlessly, I knew my limits. Besides, we were here to perform the ceremony, and that was exactly what I intended to do.
I gave Mirage a stern nod, and then I uttered the words that would turn her from a simple succubus madame into a powerful Demon Lord.
She repeated the incantation as her body glowed with golden Hellfire, and then all went back to normal.
“I don’t know about the rest of you girls,” Mirage mused, “but I’m beat. Now comes the second most important part of satisfying your King … the post-coital snuggle.”
Mirage huffed as she crawled up next to me, nestled into the pillow, and then cuddled into my body.
“I’m fucking in!” Inpulsa giggled as she hopped onto the bed. “I promise I don’t shock in my sleep.”
“Good to know,” I joked as I wrapped my hand around the yellow-haired succubus.
Eclipse and Deja collapsed on the bed on the outside of the two succubi who were already laying down, and then they cuddled close together.
I pulled all of them in close as my eyelids fluttered, and I thought about how fucking lucky of a guy I was.
Soon, I was asleep.
Chapter 3
“Jacob … ” I heard Superbia’s beautiful voice calling to me from the darkness, “wake up, Jacob.”
My eyes flew open in a flash, and I was met with the small, round face of Sia staring back at me.
“What--How long was I out?” I asked as I sat up in bed groggily and rubbed my eyes. “Where is everybody?”
“That’s why I wanted to wake you up,” the redhead giggled. “The newbies are all ready to show off their upgrades. Also, you have a message from Metatron. He wishes to speak with you, but I told him you were ‘busy … ‘”
“Damn,” I chuckled, “I really have been out for a while. The newbies must have worn me out more than I thought.”
“Oh, they told me everything they did to you,” the madame cooed, “and frankly, I’m surprised you’re still able to walk. And that the shower is still standing.”
“Me too,” I noted as I tossed on my clothes. “How are they all holding up?”
“The girls are doing excellent,” Sia explained. “They’ve been gushing about their exploits to Libidine and Tris for the last two hours. Come now, they’ll be waiting for you.”
“Uh, what about this room?” I asked curiously, “It’s kinda a mess, and--”
“The Shades will handle it, Jacob,” she retorted matter-of-factly before she strutted out the door.
I followed the Sister of Pride out of the “Anointing Room” and then down the hallway, until we finally came to the main living area of the castle.
Libidine was sitting in a red leather chair as Eclipse, Inpulsa, and Deja all stood in front of her, and the new Demon Lords gestured wildly as they chattered happily. Meanwhile, Mirage was leaned up against the nearby wall.
The brunette madame had a sly grin on her face as she watched her new sisters interact, but she remained silent.
Just off to the right, on the large leather couch, sat Tristitia. In typical fashion, she was sprawled out with her legs propped up on a pillow and a joint in her mouth. The Sister of Sloth’s eyes were almost purely red, but the expression on her face was one of pure bliss.
Typical Tris.
“There he is!” Mirage announced when she saw me enter. “I was starting to think the girls and I had put you into a coma.”
“I was out for like, two hours and remember absolutely nothing,” I joked back, “for all I know, you did.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Libidine chuckled as she covered her mouth playfully. “Jacob might have the stamina of a sled dog, but he’s always so tired when it’s all said and done.”
“Hey,” I shrugged, “even the sled dogs have gotta rest at some point.”
“My new sisters were just showing off all of their wonderful new Demon Lord powers and accessories!” Libidine continued. “I’m actually kinda jealous.”
“Jealous?” Eclipse scoffed. “Why would you be jealous of this?”
As the words escaped her mouth, the tattooed succubus held up a glowing black hand. Immediately, a bit of the dark Hellfire fluttered up into the air and began to swirl until it formed a small, enchanted vortex.
“Why wouldn’t I be jealous of that?” Libidine gasped. “You can literally create miniature black holes! You can single-handedly protect us from incoming projectiles and, with a little bit of practice, you could be able to take out entire enemy armies or pull flying opponents out of the sky! The possibilities are endless, Sister.”
“And that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Mirage admitted, “show him your new armor and your naginata.”
Eclipse motioned for everybody to take a step back. The second they were clear, she stepped forward, surrounded her body in black Hellfire, and then opened up her arms and legs valiantly. As she did so, the tattoos on her body began to glow intensely, and then the skin underneath them began to contort and stretch like it was made of taffy.
The tattoos faded into gray patches as they spread across Eclipse’s entire body and appeared to grow textured, almost like a rock. When all was said and done, the dark-haired succubus was covered from neck to toe in paneled, thick patches of gray armor reminiscent of a rhinoceros’ hide.
In her hand, Eclipse held her signature naginata. However, it was now much more extravagant, with a blade that curled back so far that its tip nearly touched its hilt, and a long handle made out of shiny black metal chock full of intricate Inferoglyph carvings.
“Holy shit,” I whistled, “you’re totally rocking the whole ‘Samurai’ look now, huh?”
“I think it’s kinda cool,” Eclipse shrugged, “but I can already tell you, it’s gonna be a bitch to try and move around in this armor.”
“I am still trying to figure out if it’s your skin, or leather,” Sia admitted as she ran her hand along the tattooed succubus’ armored shoulder.
“It’s weird,” Eclipse mused, “you know when you get a rough callous on your foot? It feels kinda like that, but way thicker, and all over my body.”
“Ewwwww,” Deja gagged, “that’s why I always get foot jobs.”
All of us stopped and stared at the brunette succubus and hoped she would realize her Freudian slip. After a few seconds of confused, awkward silence, Mirage leaned forward.
“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘pedicure,’ Sister,” Mirage corrected.
“Oh, right,” Deja laughed and slapped herself on the forehead, “if it’s bothering you too much, you can always get a pedicure.”
“What about you?” I questioned the succubus. “Did the ceremony give you any sort of awesome new powers, too?”
“One or two,” Deja said with a wink.
The time-manipulating succubus snapped her fingers, and her trademark chains appeared in her hands with a flash of green Hellfire. Then, without warning, she whipped them forward and wrapped the chains around my body.
The world began to spin as I got light-headed, and I noticed my own body was flickering just like Deja’s did when she was about to split. Suddenly, there was a strange tingling sensation, and the succubi all gasped.
Standing right next to me was a perfect clone of myself.
I raised an eyebrow at my doppelganger, and he did the same.
“You can clone other people now?” I asked at the same time as the other Jacob.
“Somewhat,” Deja admitted, “I can make a perfect physical copy, but, like, they don’t act on their own like mine do. They just mirror whatever the original person does.”
“We could make that work,” Libidine giggled with a blush, and I knew exactly what she was thinking.
“This still opens the door for
millions of possibilities,” Mirage explained, “but not as many as your defensive ability.”
Without warning, Mirage summoned her gladius sword with a flash of green Hellfire and took a hearty swing at Deja.
Deja let out a gasp of shock as her body began to glitch like crazy, and then the blade of the sword passed straight through as if she were a ghost.
“Holy shit,” my clone and I both uttered in awe.
“Sister Deja didn’t need an armor upgrade,” Mirage explained, “as long as she sees an attack coming, they don’t stand a chance of landing a hit.”
“Enough about me!” Deja protested with a sigh. “Why don’t you show him your new powers, Mirage?”
“I’m with Deja” I prodded, “I want to see what my newest Madame has up her sleeve.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she shot back playfully.
“I dunno,” I flirted as I removed the chain from my body and then watched as my clone glitched for a moment and disappeared. “I’ve seen a lot of shit in the last few years. I think I can handle whatever you’re gonna throw at me.”
“Well … ” She smiled slyly as she walked over and placed her hand against my cheek. “What if I told you that you’re not really talking to me right now?”
“That would be--” I began, but then the succubus madame disappeared in a puff of green mist.
I heard clapping from across the room, and my jaw nearly hit the floor when I turned and saw Mirage stepping out of the shadows.
The brunette succubus was now wearing a dark green dress with a plunging neckline and sleeves that just hung off her shoulders. Her chest was covered with what could only be described as a female version of the traditional Roman breastplate. It fit taut against her chest and showed off her amazing figure in all its glory. Her pert breasts, toned tummy, and slender hips were covered by the tight-fitting armor, and I could barely contain my excitement as I watched her saunter toward us.
Atop Mirage’s head sat a pair of small, brown horns that had to be no bigger than four or five inches long. They were only a few shades darker than her chocolate locks, but they stood out elegantly and signified her transition from madame to Demon Lord.
