Lucifer waved a hand, and a portal crackled to life on the far side of the room. Christina, who’d been doing her damndest to pretend she wasn’t listening to every word we were saying, gave a start and turned as a gorgeous demoness stepped through the rent in the air. Her eyes filled with naked jealousy at the sight of the beauty before us.
Me? My entire body groaned with desire in response to the arrival of the demoness.
It was the first time I’d ever seen someone who wasn’t human, other than Lucifer, of course. And I doubted it would be my first time, either, if this was all somehow real and not some crazy dream.
Chapter 3
“This is Mareth,” Lucifer said with a knowing smirk. “She’s another one of my apprentices. A first-year student at the Academy. Think of her as your shadow: someone to help you settle into your new situation, show you the ropes.” He gave me a pat on the back. “Her mother was a particularly competent succubus. You understand?”
I most certainly did. I’d spent most of my trip here lusting after Christina, but even her considerable beauty paled and wilted before Mareth’s. A dangerous beauty, for the succubus looked like she could tear a man to shreds just as easily as make his wildest dreams come true. Her skin held a rich crimson tint nearly the same shade as my robes, and so much of it was on display that I found myself salivating. It didn’t help that she wore a naughty imitation of a Catholic schoolgirl’s uniform, with the knee socks and pigtails to match. Her skirt was cut so close that it was more of a belt with an attitude problem—so skimpy that every sashaying step she made across the stone floor showed off her round ass and swollen mound.
Mareth wasn’t wearing any panties—and unlike Christina, there was no doubt that the demoness was pierced in several places that would give the man claiming her greater pleasure.
“Oh—hi, Master!” the succubus giggled. For a heart-wrenching moment, I thought she was referring to me—then I realized her greeting had been directed at Lucifer.
Of course, I thought. Everything in Hell served him in one way or another: any organization chart down here had him at the very top.
“This is Luke,” Lucifer said, indicating me. “He’s my new candidate to become the Archlord of Hell, as you can see. He’s going to be attending the Academy shortly—I’d appreciate it if he had a friend to help guide him.”
Mareth looked me up and down with a gaze so frank it scandalized Christina. “Oh yeah,” the succubus purred, licking her lips. Her tongue was longer than a human woman’s, with a silver stud in the middle. Any man who saw that tongue would be instantly consumed with thoughts of what the succubus could do with it. “I’d love to pop your cherry, Luke! The Infernal Academy is the coolest!”
“Actually it’s very hot,” Lucifer said, bumping me with an elbow. “It is in Hell, after all. But you won’t feel the flames, thanks to my favor.”
Dad jokes from the Prince of Darkness, I thought. Will wonders ever cease?
“Thanks, Mareth,” I said, giving the succubus a nod. “I’m definitely looking forward to getting to know you a bit better.”
The two of us were eye-fucking each other so plainly, even Christina could see it. She cleared her throat, gesturing for attention. “This is all very nice,” she said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. I couldn’t help but notice it made them look even bigger—like she wanted me staring, now that she had competition. “What happens to me, Lord?”
Lucifer gave Christina an indulgent smile. “You’re absolutely right.” He turned to the succubus. “Mareth!”
The succubus snapped to attention. “Yes, Master?”
“Conjure up some new clothing for Christina as well. Something that will show off her beautiful body, putting it on display the way it was meant to.” Christina blushed at the compliment.
“Sure,” Mareth said. “I can do that!” Taking Christina’s hand, she led the blonde to the other side of the room and started doing the wiggle-your-fingers trick. Unlike with me, Christina seemed to know the kinds of things she wanted—and what she wanted was to try on several different outfits, each sluttier and more revealing than the last. Mareth, for her part, was only too happy to guide her into debauchery.
I watched them both, and was starting to get really hot when Lucifer pulled me aside. “I need to have a talk with you,” he said, turning me away from the sight of the two hot babes. “Man to man. It’s about your future, you see.”
“Sure, sure.” I let him lead me across the chamber. We walked to the far wall, until Christina and I were about as far apart as the place would allow us to be. “What’s up?”
“Well, it’s about...women.” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Obviously, for a young man like yourself, the desire in that direction is for quantity, not quality. A lot of ‘sowing the wild oats’, so to speak. I don’t think I need to be crass.”
“I get you,” I told him. Now that I have this power, I can get girls. Which means I can have lots of them—but I should be choosy.
“Good. What this means is that you will, sooner or later, end up with multiple romantic entanglements. Whether you want them or not.” His gaze turned portentous.
I shrugged. “That’s cool. I’ll just keep things casual.”
Lucifer let out a short, barking laugh. “So many men have said! And yet, how easily the light gossamer ropes of lust transform into the harsher bonds of love—only to thicken into the heavy, leaden weights of obligation.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Believe me, son—I know this all too well. You may not have a choice in the matter.”
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