“Hell yes, let’s get this show on the road,” the succubus panted. “Fuck us both, stud! Put that big dick inside both our pussies and fuck us senseless…”
I was about to do just that. But then, right as I set Christina’s ass on the edge of the table, a wave of dizziness washed over me.
“Ah—what the fuck?” I blinked rapidly, willing the inconvenient sensation to go away. It refused to fade. Instead, it grew stronger, the room swimming around me. The lustful thoughts I’d had moments ago faded, replaced with...hunger?
My stomach gave a very undignified rumble. No, scratch that. It bellowed like a fucking minotaur.
Suddenly, both girls were staring at me. Christina gave me a very confused look, while Mareth broke into giggles.
“Uh, Luke?” Christina looked up at me, the bottom of her bikini pulled aside to reveal her bare, dripping pussy. She hadn’t been lying about being wet—she must have been soaked the whole time, thinking about me while she tried on those cute, slutty clothes.
“Welp,” Mareth purred, rolling her eyes. “Guess we’re going to need a raincheck. I didn’t expect you to start exercising your powers that quickly…”
More confusion. “Powers? What powers?” The feeling began to fade, but remained in the back of my mind. As if it had given me a temporary reprieve, but would surely return.
“Your demonic powers,” Mareth said, grinning wickedly. “You’ve been using them since the moment you put that earring on.”
“How have I been doing that?”
“You know,” she teased. “Exercising your will...making those around you submissive, horny and compliant…”
I looked down at Christina, who was clearly more turned on than any woman I’d ever seen. “Is that true, Christina? Are you only turned on by me right now because of my magic?”
She shook her head. “Nah,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “But it’s definitely not hurting.”
“It only amplified what’s already there,” Mareth explained to the blonde. “Right now, Luke is hungry. He doesn’t know how to turn his powers on and off yet, so he’s blaring out demonic energy all the time. Once he gets some food in that belly, he’ll be more than ready to satiate us both.”
Christina trembled with lust. “I fucking hope so,” she growled, staring at my cock. “Raincheck, Luke?”
It hurt. Not just emotionally—physically. To be that close to Christina and see her body aching for mine, well...let’s just say my balls were bluer than blue at the thought of waiting. But Mareth was right: I didn’t like this feeling one bit. My stomach grumbled again, the hunger deepening. What would happen if I didn’t satisfy it soon?
Food, I thought. Then fucking. Yeah.
“How about I take you out to dinner first?” I said, grinning down at Christina. “You know, the way normal people do it.”
Her irritation faded instantly. She groaned and rolled her eyes, but there was no real rancor in it—more of an oh you than an oh you bastard. I wondered if my powers had something to do with that, too.
“I could use a meal,” she said. “Although I doubt we’ll get into too many places while I’m dressed like this…”
Mareth wiggled her fingers. In moments, Christina was back in her street clothes—and, to my surprise, so was I. I supposed I’d look pretty strange walking around an ordinary neighborhood in that getup.
“Now for me,” Mareth said with a giggle. She ran a hand down her side, the slender horns on either side of her head retracting and disappearing. Her skin lightened from deep crimson to a healthy pink, her tail vanished, and in moments she looked like an ordinary college student—albeit an absurdly gorgeous one, wearing a form-fitting schoolgirl uniform. So there was that, at least.
“This should keep us from getting too many stares,” Mareth said. “I’ll go ahead and open a portal back to Christina’s house, Luke. From there, we should be able to head out. Sound good?”
Food, sex, school, I thought, looking at the two gorgeous women in front of me. The only things I gave a shit about when I was nineteen. A smirk rose to my face. Yeah. This is gonna be fun.
I took each woman’s hand, clasping it in an almost tender gesture. “Lead the way,” I said, coaxing Mareth toward the strange portal. “So what are you feeling, babe? Mexican? Italian?”
Christina gave me a secretive little smile. “I know just the place,” she said, her hand snaking around and grabbing my ass. “You’d better keep that hard-on, stud. I’m going to get fucked tonight.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” I growled, looking her in the eyes as Mareth’s portal sizzled over us. “Mareth’s taking us to dinner—but you’re my fucking dessert.”
Her eyes widened. Before she could say another word, we had left behind the strange chamber and had stepped through the portal to Christina’s house.
Chapter 4
My beat-up van waited for us on the curb as we exited Christina’s house. Despite the amount of time we’d spent talking with Lucifer, my watch told me only a few minutes had passed since I’d activated the strange computer program hidden in Christina’s router. That seemed wrong somehow, but I didn’t question it. I was too hungry—and too horny—to think about much other than the rest of the night.
Just as Lucifer assured me, the engine roared to life on the first try. It let out a leonine roar as Christina and Mareth piled in with me, Christina tossing a hastily packed duffle back between her seat and mine as she climbed into the passenger seat. I hadn’t asked what was in there: probably clothes.
Mareth sat in the back row, leaning forward with her elbows on both of our seats. I could
