The next morning—after I’ve made Rosaline my immortal, eternally sexy succubi fuckslave—I’m fucking Nadine’s gorgeous teenage body to prove a very deliberate point.

Fucking this delectably barely legal beauty is not the point, but I do have to nod to the fact that this is all a bit extreme. This is the left field of left field; this is the outer limits of known reason. I’ve got two—count ‘em, two—fiendishly slavish demon slaves aching to destroy this world in the service of honoring my cock, and somehow I’ve got to talk sense to them.

Perfect, normal, great. Fine.

Anyway.

My cock and Nadine’s sensational teenage pussy are a match made in Heaven, a stark contrast to the match made in Hell that I have with Gabrielle and Rosaline. I have Nadine bent over on top of a pile of couch cushions in the crumbling, broken-plaster-coated disarray of my apartment, slapping her ass occasionally while I fuck her relentlessly. The shitty apartment I’ve been living in has not stood up to the supernaturally-powered fuckfests that I’ve delivered to these three wanton, aching-just-for-me females over the past few days.

Nadine, for her part, does nothing but cum. Each stroke, it seems like, inspires a round of chain-orgasms. Her bright green eyes—green now than they were ever before I met her—glow and shine with orgasmic love and worship at every quiver of my member. Honestly, I think I’ve backed her orgasm-queue up quite a bit. If I stopped fucking her right now, she’d probably still be cumming for the next two hours or so.

Rosaline and Gabrielle, at my order, are kneeling in front of us. The two of them are sisters—not real sisters, though they certainly look it, both of them being hot tall busty blond Valkyrie women—but sisters in a super exclusive succubus coven.

As if fucking Nadine’s spectacularly tight teenage cunt wasn’t enough, I get to do it while I look at these two supernaturally fit blonde beauties while they finger themselves wearing tight, tiny, lacy lingerie. Of course it’s soaked—in their sweat, in the milk dripping from their fertile tits, in the honey dripping from their supernaturally-tight cunts. Their bodies shine with liquid lust. Gabrielle is in blue and Rosaline is in red; both of them with matching heels, stockings, and push-up bras that enhance their already monumental tits on their amazingly slender, busty, toned, death-by-lust-inspiring frames.

I haven’t been able to put all of these events together yet; the two demon beauties seem to withhold information from me deliberately, despite calling me their Master. I’ve grown in size, intellect, and understanding. Even so, what exactly has transpired here remains beyond me.

But, there is a material dimension, where normal humans like you and me live (although I suppose I’m less normal these days with my seven foot frame and three hundred pounds of superhuman muscle).

And then there’s the immaterial dimensions—all the dimensions except the one where we are—where demons and ghosts and I don’t know, werewolves and shit live? I’m putting this together as I go. From what I’ve gathered, just being inside one dimension means all the others are immaterial to you; so if I traveled to another, I’d be in that material realm, while this one would become immaterial.

I think?

Anyway, this all started at the restaurant, when the immaterial version of Gabrielle came to visit me. She seduced me into fucking the material version of her—and when I did, the two aspects of her joined, merging her immense sorcerous power with her body in this world.

She used this power to enhance me—make me stronger, larger, more powerful in all kinds of ways. One of them is that, once a normal mortal like Nadine tastes me—she’ll basically die if she can’t become my sex slave.

This was—I’m thinking, part of Gabrielle’s plan—to essentially blackmail me into gathering more power and to bring another immaterial sister of hers into this material world.

That plan worked—and now I own Rosaline, too, who is my boss at the restaurant where I work. Or she was? I’m not sure, to be honest, if she can be my boss still if she calls me Master. Rosaline, who is somehow even hotter than Gabrielle, and who spends her whole time trying to reassure me and comfort me like some kind of hot, matronly babe even though she looks barely eighteen herself.

But I’m tired of them trying to manipulate me—even if they’re hot as fuck when they do it. Thus this display with the chain of ten thousand orgasms with Nadine. I drive my cock into Nadine again, spurting into her flexing walls with furious amounts of precum. It drives them crazy—I can see it in their sparkling blue eyes—that I would deign to fuck even a supremely hot girl like Nadine when their immortally hot succubi pussies are right there.

All they seem to care about is my cock, right? Well. I can withhold it from them at any time now that I’ve got Nadine.

“You two understand what I’m saying to you? I don’t need to fuck you if I can just fuck Nadine.”

My hands grip around Nadine’s absurdly tiny waist. A week ago, I would have killed just to get the number of a girl who looked like Nadine. Now I can just touch her however the fuck I want.

They both nod, chastened. “Yes, Master.”

“And I don’t want any more tricks,” I grunt. “You got that, Gabrielle?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s mean no more hexing me. I can see you do it now. I couldn’t before. I expect because you’re here?” I look at Rosaline.

She nods, smiling beautifully. “That means your power is growing with my presence, Master. I’m so glad. Did you know all the women in this apartment complex are in love with you now? They’ll dream of your cock for the rest of your lives just from you being near them. They won’t know it’s you until you touch them, but—”

“Stop. Hush. No more. Christ.”

That is exactly the kind of thing I don’t want to hear. I try not to think of the girl on the fourth floor with the sensational rack and the boyfriend I could grind into a pulp without even trying. The boyfriend who, dejected from knowing I exist, would easily lock himself in the bathroom while his girl whispered orgasmic prayers to me all day, every day.

“Gabrielle,” I say again, realizing Rosaline distracted me. They’re really good at that. “No more hexes on me. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“No more hexes at all unless I say. Understand?”

Gabrielle huffs, throwing a lot of shade my way. “Yes, Master. I understand.”

“And no more trying to bring in other sisters behind my back. All right? The two of you are more than plenty.”

Rosaline nods, pushing forward just slightly to watch my cock hammer into Nadine’s wet pussy. “There’s only one more of us, Master, but I take your point. P-please, would you let on-one of us pleasure you? The mortal is doing it all wrong a-and—”

I shush her. Nadine isn’t doing a thing wrong. I’m practically ragdolling her from my thrusts. She stopped using actual words a few hours ago; now she’s rolling in a perpetually high, drooling, orgasming state. I might have been disturbed if she wasn’t so completely gorgeous and it looked so hot.

“No more tricks. No more plans. Just good girl slave obedience. You got that?”

Rosaline nods. “Yes, Master. Of course, Master.”

I wait for Gabrielle. She’s still fuming, looking at Nadine “fucking me wrong” and fingering her hot, gorgeous cunt at the thought of replacing her soon.

“Gabrielle. Tell me or you’re out.”

She gulps. “You can’t be serious. You have everything here because of me. You can’t—”

I fuck Nadine even harder—driving her into the floor and piledriving her from above.

“Are you my fucking slave or not?”

“I-I am,” Gabrielle whimpers.

“You are, what?”

“I am your slave, Master.”

“You’ll obey me from now on?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“No more schemes. No more tricks.”

“Yes, Master.”

“No more hexes.”

She gulps and nods. “Y-yes, Master.”

Her complete and total submission—the absolute surrender on her face sends me over. She was so haughty before, so arrogant and full of confidence that she could twist me around however she wanted. I cum hard inside of Nadine. My balls, so fucking full, unleash a hose-worthy blast of hot, impregnating seed deep inside the fertile structures of Nadine’s body. My fingers grip her ass hard, and Gabrielle and Rosaline both cum as they witness me, their bodies gravitating toward me with their endless, agonizing need for my pleasure.

Breathing, gripping Nadine’s ultra-soft skin, I reflect on how fucked up the conversation is I’ve been having with them. The few moments of clarity after cumming where I don’t immediately need to cum. 

Listen—I don’t want slaves. I don’t want perfectly obedient slaves. I don’t want, you know, eternal female servitude from a race of purely gorgeous fuckslave beings—even if that sounds really hot. I’ve got morals. Somewhere.

But these two succubi vixens are trying to coerce me, subvert me, and manipulate me into fucking up this entire world. They don’t just want Nadine as my slave, they want every girl as my slave. And they’d be perfectly happy if I just fucked Nadine to death—and then five thousand more just like her in the next month.

Strict, slavish obedience isn’t the ideal, but it’s all I got. There’s no compromising with these two; I need to make sure they’re not going to end the fucking world, all right?

When I finally pull myself out of Nadine, I’m still completely hard. I know that only yesterday I could make myself not hard if I wanted to—I could control my erections and orgasms at will. I think I still might be able to, but I don’t see much point anymore. It’s more fun to be always hard and cumming as much and as often as I want—especially with two immortally sexy succubi slaves at my beck and call.

“Fine.” I take a breath. “Now, which one of you wants—”

Beneath me, Nadine is completely motionless. And I can tell—heightened senses—that she’s in mortal peril.