When I opened my eyes, the three of us no longer sat in my hot, crowded van. I lay on the floor of my college dorm room, with Christina in my lap and Mareth laying across the floor a few feet away. Except this was my dorm the day I moved in, with no posters on the walls or desk in the corner of the room. Everything lay bare, unadorned.
“Wow,” I muttered, looking around. “This is crazy. How’d we teleport to my dorm?”
Mareth scoffed. “This isn’t your dormitory,” she said. “Note that there’s no door allowing you to enter or exit. No furniture, either. This is your subspace, Luke.” She looked around and sniffed. “You must have latched onto an old memory when you created it.”
Nodding, I set myself to the task of pulling out of Christina. Not that I wanted to—but it was kinda rude, with Mareth staring at us looking so unsatisfied.
“Cool,” I said. “Pretty Spartan, though. Not the kind of place I’d want to bring a couple of hot girls back to.”
“Not at all,” Mareth agreed with a chuckle. “Why don’t you give it some pep, Luke? It’s as easy as thinking about it and willing it to happen.”
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
