I grinned down at her, my legs straddling her bare waist. “You liked that, huh?”
Slowly, she nodded. “You’re so big,” she moaned, reaching for my balls and squeezing them. “Fuck, I know you’re going to fuck me so hard…”
Christina’s legs spread for me easily. Rather than tug her panties down her thighs, I simply grabbed them and ripped them off her. She let out a squeal and arched her back, surprised by the ferocity inside of me. I couldn’t help it: I wanted this. Needed this. My pulse throbbed in my temples, the inside of the van warming like an oven. My powers boiled over, bathing all three of us in an erotic frenzy.
One of Christina’s legs lifted to my shoulder; the other stretched out to rest against the wall of the van. The posture allowed her to offer her wet pussy to me, grinding it against my cock as her ass bounced up and down on the carpet.
I buried the swollen head in her folds, locking eyes with the blonde as I pushed into her. Both of us wore identical expressions of euphoria as I thrust deeper, deeper still, bottoming out inside of her slick, tight channel.
I might have been a servant of Hell, but Christina’s pussy felt like Heaven.
“Oh fuuuuck,” Christina groaned, the back of her head hitting the carpet. “Fuck me, Luke! Fuck my tight little pussy! Ungh, gawd you’re so big…!”
The compliment left me beaming. My hips moved, slowly and experimentally at first, then with greater vigor. With Christina spread wide beneath me, every thrust went deep into her core, all the way down to my balls. My cock came back slicker and slicker each time I pulled back, honey dripping down Christina’s thighs as I impaled her on my rod.
I buried my face between Christina’s breasts, licking and sucking her orbs as I pounded her harder. My mouth found a diamond-hard nipple with a tiny silver stud running through the engorged flesh and took it between my lips, swirling my tongue around it in ways that made her scream. Christina arched her back, fucking herself on me with just as much need as I had. She rose to meet me, the two of us moving like a well-oiled machine. Every thrust filled me with pleasure, the bliss rising to unbearable levels.
At some point, I became aware that three voices gasped in our van, not two. Looking up, I saw a vision that would make any man throb to see: Mareth, returned to her naughty succubus form. The beautiful demoness watched us fuck, her legs spread across the back seat and her ass in the air as she fingered her dripping, shining slit. I took one look at her and knew I had to add her to our fun.
“You can keep looking, or you can join in,” I said with a smirk, punctuating the statement with a hard thrust between Christina’s legs that made her moan. “You want some of this cock too, little demon girl?”
Mareth looked like she’d just won the lottery. “Truly? I can join you? Both of you?”
I glanced down at Christina. The blonde’s tits bounced up and down as I pounded her into the carpet, her eyes wild with abandon. “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
Christina tilted her head back, the muscles of her throat flexing as she swallowed. “Get your cute butt down here,” the blonde panted. “Help me worship Luke. He deserves two tight, wet little pussies to fuck…”
The demon scrambled down from the seat, crawling across the back of the van on all fours. She reached Christina and kissed her upside down, her sinuous long tongue delving deep into the blonde’s throat for long moments.
Then she kept on crawling. And crawled.
Within moments, Mareth’s thighs straddled Christina’s face. She lowered her dripping, demonic slit to Christina’s mouth, wiggling her butt back and forth with a cute little giggle. When Christina’s tongue dove into her slit, she moaned and ground herself down even further.
“Oh yes,” Mareth panted, tugging off her top. The short skirt she left on; she obviously wore no panties underneath. “Kiss me, Luke. Kiss me while you fuck her…”
Just as Lucifer had implied, Mareth was pierced—and her tits were spectacular. Thin metal studs stood out against her dark nipples, forming an irresistible contrast with her deep red skin.
I grabbed the back of her neck and forced her into a kiss, the demoness’ lips parting eagerly for me. Beneath the two of us, Christina moaned and writhed harder, the pace of my fucking increasing as I explored Mareth’s body.
“Harder!” the succubus begged, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fuck, harder…!”
For a moment, I thought she meant I should kiss her harder. Then she glanced down at Christina, her lips twisted in a wicked moue. “She’s about to cum,” the demoness confided. “I can feel it!”
I could feel it, too. The blonde’s walls clenched around me as I thrust deep, every pump between her legs sending more sweet juice from her slit. Christina’s moans had gone utterly feral, her fingers digging into the firm flesh of the succubus’ ass as she buried her face between the cherry-red thighs.
“Come for me,” I commanded, grabbing one of Christina’s breasts hard enough to bruise. The pain sent her right to the edge, added a low, primal note to her cries of passion. “Come all over that dick, Christina. Make everything between those legs nice and tight for me…”
She screamed from between the succubus’ thighs, ragged gasps
