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  Was it, now? I decided to give her words a shot. Narrowing my eyes, I focused my thoughts and tried to add a piece of furniture to my subspace. A bed: which I would obviously need, if I was going to have any fun here with Christina and Mareth.

  A moment later, a four-post bed shimmered into existence, tucked against a corner of the room. Mareth had to scoot out of the way as it gained a solid form, as I’d gone for something distinctively king-sized instead of the tiny cot I remembered from college. The bed dominated the room, giving it plenty of space for cuddling and fucking. Unfortunately, only a tiny sliver of floor space remained.

  “Don’t worry,” Mareth said, seeing the look on my face. “You’ll be able to increase the size of this space over time. As your powers grow, so will your ability to expand this pocket dimension. You’ll be able to add more rooms, more decorations...truly, it will be a dwelling place fit for the Archlord of Hell.”

  It made me a little dizzy just thinking about it. “Sounds good to me,” I said, sliding a hand around the demon girl’s waist. “I can worry about that later, though. Right now, how about we test this new bed of mine out?”

  Mareth grinned from ear-to-ear. “Of course, sir,” she giggled, climbing onto the mattress. She pushed down on it with her palms, testing the softness—which was also another excuse to stick her cute butt in the air. “Ooh, it’s so soft…”

  As my manhood throbbed back to full hardness, I came up behind her.

  “That’s not all that’s soft,” I growled, sliding two fingers into the succubus’ exposed slit.

  The lips of her sex gripped my fingers as I pumped the digits into her, exploring the demonic folds of her crevice. Just from the touch, I could tell fucking her would be a dream. Her pussy felt tight as a glove, pulsing around me in ways no human woman could match as I delved further, making her moan…

  Something warm and wet wrapped itself around my cock. I looked down to see Christina kneeling next to the edge of the bed, her mouth around my shaft. She locked eyes with me as she took it deep, working her lips down to my balls until I was buried all the way in her throat.

  Christina bobbed up and down my cock a few more times, then pulled off me with a wet little pop.

  “Just getting you warmed up,” she whimpered, moving to stroke me with her fingers. “Also your dick is fucking amazing and I want it inside of me all the time.”

  I couldn’t have imagined a more thrilling compliment. With a grunt, I forced my cock back between her lips a few times, my other hand pumping between Mareth’s thighs as the blonde sucked me off. My gaze traveled from one girl to the other, as if I couldn’t decide which sight turned me on more.

  Finally, I decided I had to have both.

  “Get up here,” I growled, lifting Christina onto the bed.

  Now both women knelt by the edge, presenting their round asses and dripping pussies like an open offering. Standing next to the bed put me at the perfect height to thrust into them with my feet on the floor, a thing I belatedly realized I’d done without thinking when designing the room and its furniture.

  I allowed both of my hands to roam, playing over Christina and Mareth’s swollen, dripping pussies. The women shivered with lust beneath me, kissing and touching each other as I fingered first one, then the other in turn.

  Finally, I could take no more: I had to be inside them.

  Mareth let out a whoop as my fingers gripped her hips, tugging her further over the bed. One of her legs came down on the floor—the other remained where it was, spreading her soft folds further to reveal the pink interior within the red mound. With a grunt, I buried myself inside of her, hilt-deep, groaning at the exquisite tightness and heat of her demonic pussy.

  “Oh shit, I’m so jealous,” Christina whimpered, biting down on the demon girl’s bottom lip with a moan. “I wish he was stretching me out right now, Mareth. But watching you is the next best thing…”

  The demon girl laughed, arching her back to get more of me inside of her as we fucked. I braced my feet against the floor, going in deep. Mareth’s ass bounced up and down wickedly as I pumped in and out of her, inviting me to spank it. My hands came down on one demonic ass cheek, then the other, reddening the firm flesh even further as I used her.

  “Bad girl,” I growled, wrapping my fingers around her long, dark hair. It made a convenient handle to fuck her even deeper. “You take that dick! You take it deep…”

  “Ungh, yeah,” Mareth whimpered, lost in her own lust. “You weren’t kidding, Christina—he fucks like a beast! Aaagh, fuck, I’m going to come…!”

  A moment later, Mareth proved herself as good as her word. Her moans shook the walls as she shattered beneath me, her perfect body quivering from head to toe as climax washed over her. Her already snug, glove-like pussy drew around me even tighter, the friction making me gasp. My balls slapped against her thighs as I pummelled her, not slowing down for an instant as she shuddered and sobbed. This wasn’t slow or sweet: this was primal, something I needed deep down in my core.

  After her orgasm, she slumped over, her tail going limp against her ass. I’d quite literally fucked her senseless, and so I turned my attention to Christina.

  Lifting her off her feet—damn, that felt so easy with my powers—I moved her into the space where the succubus had knelt a moment ago. She watched me over her shoulder, eager to be filled a second time. I had no intention of giving her that satisfaction, however—not yet.

  Instead, I slid just the head into her walls, seeking her clit. My swollen crown pressed against her nub, swirling around her most sensitive flesh. Still I held myself back, teasing her without giving the satisfaction of pushing into her and filling her walls.

  It was too much for Christina to handle. She writhed like a cat in heat, current coursing through her veins as she tried desperately to get me inside of her. Not so fast, I thought, continuing the slow, torturous swirl.

  “Oh fuck!” Christina buried her face in the blankets, her nails digging into the fabric. “Fuck, Luke, please fuck me…!”

  “Not yet,” I grunted. This was too much fun. “Back in college, you never even looked my way. Why was that, Christina? Was I not good enough for you?”

  I loved the way she reacted to my touch. Just the slight contact of my cock’s tip, applied to the right spot, turned Christina into a quivering mass of goo. Juice dripped down her thighs as I kept on teasing her, until she’d grown wet enough to be nearly incapable of thought.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged. “Fuck, Luke, I’ll do anything…”

  I could feel her coming to a peak. I also knew it wasn’t the peak she wanted: she craved the release that only came from having my cock buried deep inside of her as she went over the edge.

  “I want you to say you’re sorry,” I growled, the words coming out before I could think too much about them. “For judging a book by its cover. If you’d taken a chance on me back then—well, who knows where we’d be now?”

  Maybe it was a mean thing to do. But it was better to get this out of the way now. If Christina was truly going to enter the Academy along with me, I couldn’t allow feelings of bitterness toward her to distract me. Once I’d gotten a little revenge, made her feel the way she’d made me feel, everything would be fine between us.

  Christina closed her eyes tight, her legs trembling beneath me. Pussy juice dripped onto the comforter as her inner walls clenched with the beginnings of her orgasm. “I...I…”

  “Yes?”

  Climax hit her like a thunderclap. “I’m sorry!” she screamed, her walls clamping down on nothing as she came without true release. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you, Luke! Fuck I wish I’d known this big cock was waiting for me, I would’ve ridden it like a total whore…!”

  “Apology accepted,” I growled, giving her ass a spank. “And now, that’s exactly what you’ll do.”

  This time, I fucked her without mercy. With a hand on the back of her neck, I pinned her to the bed, filling her still-orgasming pussy wi
th hard, driving strokes. This wasn’t about her pleasure, although tons of it filled her gorgeous body as I fucked her brains out. This was about me—about feeling as good as possible, about getting the hot, wicked sex I’d always wanted.

  I was hurting her a little, sure. But she liked it. Every time I spanked her ass, pulled her hair, squeezed her tits a little too tight, she cried out in pleasure, her pussy clenching around me. Christina could no more deny it than she could claim she used the opposite hand to write. All the blonde could do was hang on for dear life, her body trembling as I thrust into her so hard the bed slammed against the wall.

  “Holy shit!” Mareth purred, watching with eager eyes. “Fuck yeah, give it to her good, Luke! Pound that fuckin’ pussy!”

  Christina clung to me like she couldn’t get enough. Her hips moved back on me like crazy, every molecule of her body focused on giving me as much pleasure as possible. Her lustfulness and her posture of total submission excited me beyond measure, and before long I felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm working its way up my shaft. The same feelings coursed through Christina, her walls quaking as a third climax made her chest heave and her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Ohhhh, something’s happening,” Christina panted, her tits pressing hard against the bedspread as I fucked her to the peak. “Luke, Luke, you’re doing something to me…!”

  “You’re damned right I am!” I roared, pushing right to the point of no return. “Come for me, you beautiful bitch! Come all over this cock while I pump your tight little pussy full…!”

  One more hard thrust and I erupted inside of Christina, my exertion rewarded with the strongest orgasm of my life. My cock jerked inside her slick, slippery channel, spraying my load, sending the blonde over the edge into her own apex of passion.

  Christina’s cry wound louder and louder, until I nearly clasped my hands over my ears. Something inhuman called out from inside her, only the whites of her eyes showing as her back arched into a tighter and tighter ‘u’ beneath me. Only now did I realize what she’d meant by feeling something happening.

  Writhing all over my cock, sobbing with her third orgasm of the night, Christina began to change.

  It happened slowly. Her tanned skin paled to a gothic white, starting with her face and moving down her shoulders and bare back. As the colorlessness reached the space just above her ass, leathery wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades. Horns appeared from within Christina’s blonde hair, curved like the horns used by hunters to signal the approach of their quarry. The soft skin near the apex of her thighs turned to sinuous scales, twisting down her long legs in black-and-white patterns resembling fishnet stockings. The most intimate change occurred inside of her: as my cock thrust, her inner walls molded themselves around me, forming ridges and furrows that felt as if they’d been designed specifically to amplify my pleasure.

  You’d have thought all this might hurt, but from the moans erupting from Christina’s throat, the process involved nothing but hot, searing pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder at me with an awestruck expression, her eyes a uniform, unbroken black. When her tongue lolled out of her mouth it stretched as long as Mareth’s, with a cute little fork in the tip.

  “Mmmaster,” she growled, her voice coming out as a bestial snarl. Then she blinked, coming back to herself, and her gaze cleared. “Luke?”

  “I kinda liked that M-word,” I admitted, admiring the changes I’d just worked on Christina’s body. “Holy fuck, look at you, Christina. What the fuck did I just do to you…?”

  “You fucked her three times,” Mareth giggled. The succubus lay on her side, watching us with the eagerness of a fan experiencing the season finale of their favorite show. “Don’t you remember what Lucifer told you, Luke? You get close enough to a girl, and she becomes yours…”

  I thought back to the Devil’s warning. “Courtship,” I said with a snort. “That’s not exactly what that was, but okay. I guess the third time’s the charm—once or twice we can walk away from, but three makes a Queen.” I ran a hand down Christina’s back, savoring the feeling of skin on skin. “Are you okay?”

  “Okay? Okay?” To my surprise, there were tears in Christina’s eyes. “Luke—this is more than I ever could have hoped for! I... I’m honored that you would bless me with this power!”

  I hadn’t meant to. But I guess now I was stuck with it. I gave Christina’s new demonic body another once over, picturing how she’d look at the head of a harem of similarly endowed babes. Honestly, I kind of liked the idea.

  The anger and bitterness I’d felt at being spurned by her was gone—lost the moment I erupted deep inside of her, claiming her rather than making love. Christina was ambitious, wicked, and more than a little bit slutty. What else could I ask for in a partner?

  Chapter 8

  I pulled out of Christina slowly, leaving a streak of seed across her inner thigh. It glistened on her new black-and-white scales, standing out as she scooped it up and put the coated finger between her lips.

  “Fuck, it tastes even better now that I’m a demon,” she giggled, nibbling her bottom lip. Her expression changed. “Are you sure you want this, Luke?”

  “Kinda late to back out now,” I grunted, smiling to blunt the words. “Yes, Christina, I do. I want you to come to the Academy with me. And Mareth, too, if she’s okay with sticking by my side.”

  The succubus rolled her eyes. “Uh, duh! Besides, I got powered up by that little encounter, too!” She grinned wickedly, reminding me by her expression that she could feel every pulse of pleasure between Christina and I. “I got a boost to my demonic powers. My ability to transmute items just got a major fucking upgrade.”

  “Transmutation?” I remembered her human form—the gorgeous coed in the schoolgirl outfit. “Is that what you did back on Earth? I thought that was a glamor, or some kind of illusion magic.”

  Mareth shook her head. “I don’t change appearances,” she whispered, “but the actual substance of things. A very rare, very powerful ability.” Her face brightened. “Probably another reason Lucifer hooked you up with me.”

  “Yeah, probably.” I looked around the room, eager to find something new now that my lust had been sated. “I’m looking forward to finding out more about these powers, girls. Maybe once we get to the Academy, you can give me a crash course in the whole thing?”

  The two beautiful, naked demons shared a look. “Happily, sir,” Mareth purred. “I love to teach…”

  With that, she leaned over and gave Christina a kiss on the mouth. The newly minted demoness looked surprised for a moment, then closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure. As they made out, Mareth passed a hand down the side of Christina’s sleek new body. A shimmer covered her, and by the time Mareth broke the kiss, Christina was human again. She looked human, in any case.

  “Good,” Mareth said, doing the same thing to herself. “Once we’re at the Academy, we’ll want to strut our stuff like the sexy, badass demons we are. But until we get there, we should try to blend in.”

  Christina looked down at her hands, clearly disappointed to be back in human form. “I guess,” she said with a huff, her lips perking in a smile as she turned to me. “I’ll put up with it, but only for Luke. And his cock.”

  “Always,” Mareth agreed with a smirk.

  I leaned over and put two hands against the wall, pressing on the border of the subspace. “So how do we get out of here?” I asked, glancing around the room. As Mareth had said, no windows and no doors. “An incantation or something?”

  “You just think it,” Mareth said with a shrug. “The same way you got in.”

  I closed my eyes and concentrated. A moment later, the temperature dropped, cluing me in on the fact that we no longer sat on a freshly occupied bed. I opened my eyes and found the three of us back on the floor of the van, curled up together in a ball of naked flesh.

  “Wow,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “That was a fucking trip.”

  “A trip I’m willing to take w
henever you want,” Mareth said with a grin. “As a succubus, I’m always DTF.”

  My eyes narrowed at her too-smug smile. “How many times did I make you come, again, Mareth?”

  “Oh, you’ve got at least one more before I end up bound to you,” she said, laughing like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She pressed her body against mine, reminding me of all the things she could do with it. “You’d better make it count, stud…”

  I was pretty sure I’d made Mareth come twice, actually. Which meant the next time we had sex, she’d become another member of my harem. Not that I minded—hell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself the next time my powers amplified my arousal. But it was good to keep in mind. I wondered if she’d undergo a change like Christina had, or whether since she was already a demoness, she’d just stay the same. It was something I wanted to find out, but I figured I could wait until after we got to the Infernal Academy.

  Within a few minutes, we’d dressed and arranged ourselves back into our positions in the van: me in the front seat, Christina riding shotgun, Mareth doing the sexy gargoyle thing in the back. A quick check of the clock on the dashboard told me only a few minutes had passed since I’d opened my subspace, though it felt like I’d spent at least an hour with Christina and Mareth. Another thing I had to watch out for.

  Mareth’s head peeked out from between the seats. “With that business concluded,” she giggled, giving both me and Christina a naughty look, “shall we head to the Academy?”

  My eyebrow rose. “We can drive there?” I asked.

  “Of course,” Mareth said with a nod. “Though not with your vehicle in this state. Not only does it lack the necessary equipment, it would make a terrible first impression on the student body.”

  I glanced over my shoulder at the threadbare carpet, the beer cans, the wet patch where I’d made Christina scream. “It’s not that bad,” I shot back. “Me and this van have made a lot of good memories together…”

  Mareth’s grin widened. “I wasn’t suggesting you abandon the van,” she said.