We sit down at the nicest booth in the place, near the front. The fading daylight streams in through the windows. I’m on one side, and Leena sits sandwiched between Rosaline and Gabrielle. Nadine, on the other end of the restaurant, is slowly cumming and coming, crawling inch by inch as she is hit by wave after wave of pleasure.

I’ve got to act fast. I don’t think she’s going to last very long. Maybe I’ll be a bastard for doing this to Leena, but I’ve got to save Nadine. She’s innocent.

Gabrielle and Rosaline both look at Leena with completely unrestrained lust. I notice for the first time that their outfits sort of match—all of them with these hot sleeved minidresses. Leena’s in dark, stony violet, Gabrielle’s in a hot white, and Rosaline’s in a sleepy bloody red. The heaving tits of Gabrielle, Rosaline, and Leena are mere inches from one another. Both blondes have rotated entirely in their seats, looking solely at the form of their dark coven mistress.

“What’s this about?” Leena’s mood is friendly, upbeat, curious. “Are we doing an orgy?”

She laughs as if she made a terrific joke—and then stops when none of us do. A red flush crawls up her delectable neck and across her lower jawline. Her breasts heave, and as a result, my cock swells.

“Are…are we doing an orgy?”

“Not exactly,” I say. “There’s a lot to explain.”

“Master,” says Rosaline, with eyes only for Leena. “I think I can do it best. May I, please?”

“Master?” Leena grins. “You guys are…together? I had no idea. I mean, good job Rosaline, he’s super hot, and…Master, huh? That’s what you’re into? What is—”

Rosaline strokes Leena’s hair. “Hush.”

Leena immediately relaxes and quiets. She smiles, looking suddenly a little high, still obviously confused.

“Huh?”

“You just have to listen and hear us out, okay?” Rosaline is so calming. “It won’t take long. You can go right back to work when we’re done, all right?”

“Sure,” says Leena. “That sounds…great.” She smiles and looks right at Rosaline, her eyes widening. “You smell great.”

“Thank you, love. Now. You must have noticed we’re different.”

Leena smiles. “Have I? I mean, you’re friendlier, sure, but—”

“Hush for a moment.” Rosaline frowns at the air, the many thousands of surrounding hexes around Leena, around everything. “Gabrielle, I can’t make sense of all this. You’re the programmer. You decode it.”

Gabrielle happily agrees, reaching into the surrounding mess of sorcery and tugging out a few choice bits. I know what she’s doing, but if I was asked to recreate it, I don’t think I’d know where to begin.

Yet. I can read it, but writing it all feels like it’s just beyond my grasp…

Finishing, Gabrielle nods to Rosaline. The hex work is a little less busy now.

“Okay.” Rosaline strokes Leena’s hair again. “You see now?”

Leena’s eyes widen. She sits up straight in the booth, immediately squirming and trying to stand. Gabrielle and Rosaline both tug her down forcefully.

“Why don’t you sit? We want you to.”

Leena gulps. Again, her tits heave, and again my cock swells. I unzip; the sound is distinct and audible. Some mouths attend me—I don’t know if it’s Nadine, Helga, Alma, Nora, or someone else. I don’t care. Leena is too fucking hot and being sucked off while I look at her is something I clearly, clearly deserve.

“I d-don’t get this,” says Leena. “What’s happening?”

Gabrielle strokes her hair now. “Something lovely.”

“Something wonderful,” Rosaline promises.

“You’ve nothing to worry about, Mistress,” Gabrielle nods. “We promise. You least of all.”

“This is all for you, to be honest.”

“All for you…and all for Him.”

Leena’s eyes lock on me again, only this time she really sees me. Her luscious mouth parts open. I wish I could save that look forever—the realization, arousal, heat, and desperate fear and need all at once. The mouths on my cock moan in sudden orgasm when my precum shoots all over them.

“She…” Leena swallows. “She…called you…Master…”

“Your life isn’t…quite…what you think it is, my love,” says Rosaline. “You’re much more important than you could possibly have realized.”

“We kept you from realizing it,” says Gabrielle. “We kept you from you. We had to. It was the only way to avoid detection.”

“I don’t…” Leena looks at me, hoping for help. I’ve none to give. This is still almost as new to me as it is to her.

Rosaline reaches her hand up Leena’s skirt. At first, Leena starts upward again, surprised and oppositional.

“Really, dear. Just relax. You’re going to want my fingers up there anyway. You already do.” Leena quivers and whimpers as Rosaline insists, trembling at her entry. “See? And this will be so much easier to take if you feel me there.”

Gabrielle’s whispering in her ear now, leaving the real talking to Rosaline. Calming Rosaline; Easing Rosaline. Rosaline that makes everything feel so secure, warm, and regular.

She wouldn’t have done anything like that to me, would she?

No, of course not. She belongs to me. She’s assured me of that so many times.

“We are extremely powerful entities,” Rosaline says to Leena, fingering and explaining. “Blessed with some of the darkest, most malevolent, wicked desires and powers in the entirety of reality. So we’ve been kept under a very close watch. Incredibly powerful forces locked us away. We’ve had mortal and immortal aspects kept separate. Our immortal aspects have incredible power…but without our mortal aspects, in this realm, our power means very little. The mortal realm is the material realm. You understand?”

Leena listens intently, grinding her hips with Rosaline’s fingers. “W-what does this have to do with me?”

“You’re one of us, Leena. You’re the strongest of us. You were Master’s favorite. You’re the most beautiful. The most powerful. You run circles around Gabrielle’s hexes. You dwarf my influence and intelligence.”

“We want to bring you back to yourself,” whispers Gabrielle. “Merge your aspects together.”

“Put you in charge of us where you belong.”

“Give you back your immortal beauty and power.”

“Don’t you want that, Mistress?” Rosaline asks. “Don’t you want to be immortally beautiful and powerful?”

“Eternally young?”

“Eternally wealthy?”

“Eternally beautiful?”

“…yes.” Leena licks her lips, eyes darting between Rosaline and me. “Yes. Very much.”

“Do you want to know how you get that power?” Rosaline is fingering her so fast, so beautifully…

“Do you want us to tell you?” Gabrielle is practically humping her on one side.

“Do you want us to show you?”

Leena nods fervently. She needs it. Needs the power, the wealth, the beauty, the immortality. It’s all she really cares about. It makes me so fucking hard.

Just as I shoot another load of precum, Gabrielle waves her fingers and the table disappears. I see my hot glaze spreading all over Nora and Alma’s faces. They’re hogging my cock between themselves, pushing Nadine and Helga back.

Why—why—does it make me so fucking hard that they’re in particular bullying Nadine like that?

God.

I’m not that worried about the Nordic trio; I’ll change them back just like I do Nadine.

Alma’s petite, pretty face rests on my cock sideways, sliding her tongue up and down and softly massaging my massive balls.

I’ll probably change them back. Maybe.

“It’s simple, really,” says Rosaline, guiding Leena’s face to the display between us. “You’ve already been thinking about it. Haven’t you?”

Gabrielle is so beautifully talented. Another finger wave, and Nadine and the Nordic trio are pushed to one side, leaving space for her and her alone. She strokes me, worshipful, and looks back over at Leena with an invitation in every movement.

“Y…yes,” Leena nods. “I have.”

“Why don’t you say what you know, love?” says Rosaline. “Why don’t you tell us? It’s so simple. Why else would he be here?”

“It’s his cock,” she whispers.

Gabrielle’s mouth slides over my thick cockhead. Her lips so talented and full. I cum right away, looking directly at Leena. The pleasure pulsing through me is nothing compared to what I’m going to have when I fuck my queen, my real love. I need Leena so fucking much. The flush that had crept over her neck now covers her entire body; her skin red with need and desire. Sweat beading all along her forehead.

She wants me too. This beautiful creature; this image of perfection is dying with love and lust for me. She’s afraid of how badly she needs and wants me.

“Say it all the way,” Rosaline encourages her. “Say the words. ‘To become who I need to be…’”

“T-to become who I need to be, to become powerful, and beautiful, and young forever…”

“Say it.”

“…I need his cock.”

Leena cums at the admission, sinking down to the floor with Rosaline’s fingers still vigorously pumping inside her. She crawls forward, inch by inch, ass in the air so Rosaline can keep fucking her cunt easily from behind. Every little knee forward, or palm, she moans and cums again. The presence of my majestic cock pushing in on her brilliant, beautiful mind like a force field.

“Shit,” she whimpers. Surrendering totally. “I need it. I need it so bad…”

I can’t resist either. I push Gabrielle to one side, sliding down to the floor, and take Leena away from Rosaline. I grab her by her thick, hot hair, pulling her in for a long, incredibly hot kiss. As our mouths meet, tongues lashing together, Candie and Gabrielle push in against us, moaning and chanting our names.

Robert…Evangeline…Robert… Evangeline …Robert…

They help her right away, lifting her up and repositioning her legs so that her sopping wet cunt drools on my abdomen. Clothes rip away like they were barely there in the first place; all my girls in mere decorative scraps and high, high heels to announce their position as fuckdolls for me.

My cock hovers beneath Leena’s pulsating, gorgeous, virginal entrance. The cockhead pushing gently against her wet folds. She’s so eager and ready for me; she needs my cock. She loves my cock.

“Please, Robert?” Her plush lips slide all around mine. “I love you. I love you so much, please…”

“Call him Master,” says Rosaline. “That’s what he is.”

“Please…Master…” Leena’s tongue drags up my neck. “Please, Master. I need it. I need the power. I need it inside me. I need it to change me…”

I enter her—and everything changes.

So much power, all at once, nearly makes me lose control and cum inside Leena right away.

I feel so completely connected to her, to this restaurant, to Rosaline and Gabrielle, to everything. I’m in tune with all of it. All the power that thrums through this place begins and ends with me.

My cock is my gift. I fuck Leena brilliantly with it, pushing her down on the floor with Gabrielle and Rosaline hugging us both tight. They chant and moan, casting spell after spell. Something enormous is happening, waiting for me to cum inside my bride, my queen, my Evangeline.

The feelings I had for Gabrielle or Rosaline are so small compared to this; this is completeness. Totality. Fucking Leena is everything. I fall into her eyes—and see her fall into mine. The immaterial joining with the material; Leena becoming my Evangeline. My Avenging Angel, my Succubus Queen.

And I can see, from just one look of her complete self, that she loves me totally.

There is no judgment. No resentment. No questions of why I took so long or expectation of more. She wants everything I am, no more and no less. And every thrust of my massive cock inside her drives her to greater heights of delicious, cum-baked loving lust for me and me alone.

She would make the universe weep with her beauty; instead, she belongs solely to my cock and my will. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life.

But it’s not done. I need to cum inside her.

I need it. God. I need to knock her the fuck up.

Something—something annoying and wriggling in the back of my brain—tries to tell me to stop. This is wrong. This isn’t what I wanted. I didn’t even want one slave. This will all go wrong—

“Please, Master?” Her voice is so complete in its softness. “Cum in me, please? I love you. I love you. Please cum in me, cum in me now!”

I’m lost. I unload inside her.

And everything that just changed changes again.

* * *

Several hours later, I’m still fucking Evangeline.

We can’t be stopped. The restaurant has been rebuilt several times now by necessity, because we keep tearing through wall after wall, bench after bench. The density of the magic and force inside us means that most surfaces can’t hold us unless they’re magically equipped to do so.

I can feel the full dynamic of my power now. Gabrielle’s hex codes—previously so strange and hard to see and read—seem like the day project of a 1st grader to me now. Simple. Written by someone who, compared to me, is a simpleton.

Wrapped around my body now, she continues to try to mumble out hexes, but I’ve written one myself sub-audibly and wrapped it around her mouth. Every new hex she writes just gets decoded and transformed into a new orgasm. It’ll wear off in a few years.

Meanwhile, Rosaline’s attempts to calm and influence me are like twine-wrapped bark trying to hold back a bursting dam. She leans and presses on me, leaking milk from her mommy-heavy tits. Every time she attempts her influence, her brain dulls a little. Nothing permanent, but it makes her more bimbo-ish with every try; I’ll let her get her brains back in a few months or so.

But Evangeline…

Evangeline is my match in power, in intelligence, in magnetism. I can’t stop myself. I can’t concentrate on anything else. Fucking her, impregnating her, cumming in her for six hours straight and I’m still hard and so in love.

“You’re so beautiful,” I groan. We’re fucking in a corner of the restaurant. I love corners; I love a soft warm light over them and trapping a girl there under my force. “So fucking hot, fuck.”

“I know,” she smiles, orgasming wildly, cunt throbbing around my massive godcock, encouraging another round of heated, darkness-powered seed splashing into her womb. “It’s just for you, Master.”

“Who the fuck…” I bite her jaw. “Who the fuck would ever try to lock you away. Holy shit. Who would do that to themselves?”

All three of my girls giggle, like I’ve said something hilarious.

“What?”

“Oh…” Evangeline smirks. “Haven’t you figured it out, darling?”

She’s saying it like it’s so obvious. Is it obvious? I’ve been distracted by the thrills of eager, blistering-hot pussy for days.

“That force?” she continues. “That power that tried to keep us under wraps? It was you, Master.”

Oh.

The realization hits me like a load of bricks dropping deep from my chest all the way to my toes and back again.

Oh, fuck.

This is finally what gets me to pull out from Evangeline. None of the succubi seem perturbed by this at all. They each wrap their hands around my shaft—plenty of room, given the slightness of their fingers and the girth of my member—and whisper and adore me as normal.

Evangeline wraps one arm around my neck. “You were the only one powerful enough to keep us under check. You had this big plan, all these noble thoughts about humanity and how you wanted to protect them from an eternity of service and orgasms and slavery and pleasure. You couldn’t end your eternity, but you could hex yourself into an eternal loop of reincarnation as someone pretty…normal.” She practically spits the last word.

“You knew we would harvest every last spark of their lust if you let us loose,” says Gabrielle.

“You knew you’d like it…that you’d cheer us on,” says Rosaline. “Because we make it hot.”

“We make everything so fucking hot.” Gabrielle giggles.

“You thought maybe a few millennia in our little prisons would make us better.” Rosaline’s voice is tinged with the same kind of orgasmic madness I heard from Nadine. I’ve really been fucking with her head. “That maybe living like humans would teach us to be good girls.”

Gabrielle’s sapphire eyes blaze in the dim light. “It only made us worse.”

“I want to watch it all serve you,” Evangeline moans in my ear, stroking me urgently. “Every inch of this universe. Every hot woman. Every aching sexy virgin. Don’t you?”

Oh fuck. Oh man. Oh shit.

What they’re saying is true. Every last bit of it. I can recall now, thanks to the power they’ve unleashed, lifetimes of mediocrity that I’ve suffered through. One assault of normalcy after another, mostly celibate because it’s so hard to control the magic that my lust creates. One loveless partnership after another. One life without intimacy after another.

And now—finally, finally—three urgently hot cunts promising me eternal love and need and lust if I just accept them for who they are: wicked, cruel succubi who would love to see the world burn just to make my cock hard.

“You can always send us back,” says Evangeline, nuzzling into my arms. “You have the power.”

“Maybe a few more thousand years will make us good girls when the last few thousand didn’t,” says Rosaline.

“Maybe,” Gabrielle giggles, “we’ll stop being murderously hot good girl immortal succubi fuckslaves for you who just want to enslave every last mortal soul so that You can be our God and Master forever. Maybe.”

“But probably…we’ll just scheme a way to get out again,” says Evangeline. “It is what we do.”

All three girls continue to kiss and plead and beg, each one confident in their victory. They have such good reason to be. It’s only now, my arms wrapped around Evangeline—who loves me so totally—that I understand how lonely I have been. Not just for this life, but for every life.

Evangeline is my love. Am I supposed to give that up for a world coming apart at the seams anyway?

The girls all giggle. Nadine crawls up before us, summoned by Gabrielle’s hexes. Her face lit up by a trail of runes circling around her eyes like a low-hanging crown.

I’m being dared by my succubus slaves. Challenged. They know the power I possess now; they know I can turn it all around.

I can save Nadine. I can release her from service to me entirely. I’ve got the power…and I can do whatever I want with it.

“Show us, Master?” Evangeline whispers in my ear. “Show us what you really want. Do you want to banish us? Or do you want an eternity of darkness, pleasure, and delight?”

Life can return to normal for me—for everyone. Or, from my own selfishness, my need to be worshiped, my lust for the perfection that is Evangeline, I can damn every soul but my own.

Evangeline, Gabrielle, and Rosaline guide my hand and put it on Nadine’s forehead. The magic that binds her is so pathetically facile to me now. It’s nothing to remove it, to give her everything back that she once had. I could even keep her in the gorgeous form that I gave her and give her a life as a Hollywood starlet or more.

I close my eyes, feeling Evangeline’s hand on my cock and her lips on my ear. The hand and lips I’ve wanted for so long.

Life—real life pulses back into Nadine. I open my eyes, pushing my head into Evangeline’s. She’s just so fucking hot.

Nadine, still kneeling, opens her eyes too, now sparkling and blue, just like the other succubi. She’s one of them now—voracious, eternal, beautiful, and powerful.

Alma, Helga, and Nora will be right behind her.

“Hello, Master.” She licks her lips. “I’m so lucky to be in your harem. How may I serve you?”

I have a lot of ideas about that.

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