It progresses from there how you might think; Nadine is hot as fuck and I’m irresistible, and even if I wasn’t, Gabrielle for damn sure is.

I’ve got Nadine on top of the broken furniture she was complaining so much about in less than two minutes, clothes stripped off and begging for my cock. She’s kneeling and shaking so much she’s practically vibrating, looking up at me with big soulful “please give me my first fuck ever” eyes.

Gabrielle, with her hands sticky from my precum and her own milk, keeps shoving her fingers into Nadine’s mouth. Nadine’s eyes slide toward the back of her skull and she mindlessly begs for more.

She’s feeding her. Prepping her. Getting her used to my taste. Too hot for words. Gabrielle grabs her by the hair and tosses her own thick blond mane to one side as she helps Nadine spread her legs. Nodding at me, she wordlessly urges me to get inside Nadine.

I don’t need much encouragement. I’m so fucking turned on all the fucking time now. I’m such a fucking stud. I’m an alpha male breeding bull. Gabrielle has been telling me for days now, so it must be true.

Nadine’s virginity evaporates in seconds, replaced by urgent needy wetness that needs more and more of me. My incredible girth bulges her tiny, tight midsection. She’s lost in rapture beneath me, even as Gabrielle holds her down and chokes her.

This is the best experience of her life, and it’s only getting better as I fuck her harder and harder. I thrust into her faster, as if I'm trying to reach the very depths of her soul. The tightness of her body envelops me as she screams with pleasure, louder than any woman I've ever heard before. The walls shake with her voice. Everyone in the complex must hear her.

Her quaking body, hot and wet, is stretched to its limits as her first fuck approaches an explosive crescendo.

Gabrielle coos with delight at my hardness, my intense alpha heat, and Nadine howls at the pleasure radiating through her body like wildfire. I hit her g-spot in a powerful surge and for a moment all time stands still. Gabrielle reaches out for me and holds my hand, begging me with her fiery blue gaze to cum in this beautiful virgin.

This is so hot...but why does it feel like a sacrifice?

The thought is there and then it's gone. Something about how Nadine is a virgin.

It's so hot that she’s an innocent, that she’s never been fucked before. That means she'll belong to me for sure.

I don’t think I’m going to last long. I feel like I can—I feel so powerful now—but Nadine needs my cum in her and I don’t think I can stop myself from giving it to her. She’s so innocent, so hot. I took her virginity and I have to claim her as mine. That’s just how it is.

“Fuck her, Daddy.” She flashes me a needy smile. “Cum in her. Make her your slave.”

My what?

I look down at this girl—this beautiful girl who clearly was going to make some lucky guy or gal a deeply satisfied significant other at some point if she wasn’t already—and my actual thoughts return to me.

It’s that word that does it—slave. What a loaded term. It’s a particularly hot term when it’s moaned the way a beauty like Gabrielle says it, but it’s loaded nonetheless.

I don’t want slaves. I don’t want sex slaves. I don’t want hyper sex powers or a succubus girlfriend or any of that shit.

All I wanted was a restaurant! A place to call my own! What the fuck happened to that?

As I’m thinking about all this, I’m still pumping my huge, thick cock inside of Nadine’s body with Gabrielle encouraging and moaning for me to do it, do it, cum in her, and on and on.

At the last second, I pull out—and instead spray all over Nadine’s body.

Gabrielle is obviously upset—disappointed, irate, and whimpering with worry all at once. She leans over on top of Nadine to lick up the cum as quick as she can. Nadine herself—still cumming from the presence of my orgasm in her general vicinity, just like Gabrielle has been doing for the past few days—moans in pathetic supplication..

“Please, cum in me…cum in me, cum in me, cum in me please…”

I could if I really wanted to. There’s another load already ready to go and just seeing Gabrielle clean up my seed off of Nadine’s tight gorgeous body has me reeling in heat. I’m so fucking strong lately.

But I don’t.

Instead, I grab Gabrielle and manhandle her all the way to the back bedroom.

She desperately licks up more of my cum on Nadine’s body, stammering, “n-not fin-finished!” but obediently sulks and follows in my grasp.

“We can’t do this.”

Gabrielle, who just a moment ago was in a feverish licking spell, recovers right away. A supernaturally seductive vixen once again, looking up at me with eagerness.

“Sure we can,” she insists. “I’ll stroke you until you’re hard…won’t take long, gosh you’re such a stud…then you’ll slide back into her. If she protests or tries to stop you or anything stupid, I’ll just hold her down and choke her until you’ve had your way with her, and—”

“No. That’s what I mean. We can’t do that. You said I’d make her my slave?”

“Of course. You’re the Ascended One. Your cum makes girls your slaves. Haven’t you figured it out?”

I’m gripping the corner next to Gabrielle hard. It’s crumbling under my grip.

“I’ve cum in girls before!”

Her eyes sparkle. “You used a condom.”

“I’ve had oral.”

“And they spit it out, didn’t they?”

I frown. They did. The corner crumbles more. Why is fucking such a beautiful woman so stressful?

“We’ve injected quite a lot of magic into your life. That one, concerning who you cum in, was a special spell to ensure your taste wasn’t…acceptable.” She’s talking too fast now, like she usually does when she starts explaining all this magic stuff. I’m having trouble following. “We have had to keep ourselves secret, waiting until our power was at its apex. It was a delicate procedure, really. Wait too long and our power would mean nothing. Be too impatient, and you wouldn’t be ready. Rose thinks we got the timing wrong for sure.”

“My boss?”

“Well, my Rose. We call her Rosaline most of the time. Not your Rose. It’s kind of like—”

I cut her off by making a fist with the corner. It turns into white powder. Growling and incensed at its weakness I punch the wall next to it, breaking more plaster. Gabrielle, watching, smiles and clearly gets more aroused. Her thighs are wet—or wetter than before, anyway. She loves how strong I am. My naked cock slaps against her gorgeous, slender thigh.

Apparently, the same situation with Rose exists like it did for my version of Gabrielle at the restaurant.

“I get it. Fuck. How many of you are there?”

Gabrielle walks away, casually sliding her hand across my cock as she does. My heart thumps, body urging to run her down, pin her and fuck her into submission.

But I know fucking her only makes her stronger, more seductive. She’s got her hooks in me so fucking deep.

Smiling, she guides me down into the old taupe-colored barrel chair next to the bed.  She wants me to stroke as I watch her gorgeous body slide into dress after dress, skirt after skirt. I oblige her. She’s too hot to ignore.

Rifling through the closet she’s basically taken over, she starts to get dressed as she answers me.

“There’s me, naturally. And now you know about Rose.”

She puts on a tiny school girl’s uniform. It’s pornographic, but it’s not my style. I like to fuck girls in clothes they might wear somewhere nice.

I stroke, but she can sense I’m not into it and slides back into the closet.

“I’m not fucking her,” I say. “She’s my boss.”

“You can. You can fuck anyone. And she’ll be so much hotter once she ascends like I did.”

“Not gonna happen.”

She giggles. “If you say so.”

Now a tiny striped dress. She looks like one of those girls who would pass around cigars in old movies. Hot, but too antiquated. Gabrielle pouts and goes back in for another try.

“Who else?”

“Leena, duh. Who else, indeed. Why do you think she works there? She should be a model.”

The thought of Leena serving me the way Gabrielle does makes me harder than ever, and it doesn’t help that Gabrielle’s next outfit knocks it out of the park. A tiny burnt orange skirt and bright blue, overfluffed turtleneck. Hyper-tight high-heeled ankle boots with thick, shiny buckles.

“Fuck.”

She just watches me, nodding and smiling and biting her lip, while I stroke to her. It’s such an incredibly intimate act, stroking off to a woman who knows you’re doing it to her.

“Why do you think you’ve been surrounded by such hot women, Master? Doesn’t it strike you as odd that all these women work with you and none of them ever act interested in you romantically?”

She’s making me think, and that makes me stroke less urgently. Her loss.

“I was…I was focused on work.”

“You were focused on spells we cast from the underworld, silly. We hexed you.”

Fury fills me. Somehow, I knew her answer even before she spoke it. I stand up and grab her by the neck. My cock spilling precum all over her exposed midriff. Something about that phrase sparked a terrible rage in me. Hexed.

“What the. Fuck. Did you do to me?”

Her voice is strained—though it’s obvious choking her like this turns her on. Her legs wrap around my thigh and she grinds her bare cunt against my skin. Pussy folds slip and kiss against my cock.

“We had to. You’re too smart to mesmerize. You’re too active to be caught in an illusion. So we turned your strengths against you. No one knows you like we do. We’ve watched you be born again and again through all the ages. You’re always so handsome, so smart, so capable, and such a fucking hot-cocked stud. We put a simple hex on you to turn your obsessions toward building a restaurant.”

I’m stunned. She can tell. My grip relinquishes and she slides my hand up to her cheek and kisses my palm.

“We had to gobble up so many realities to be powerful enough to even begin to affect you.” Her voice is so soft and sweet when she talks about sacrificing billions of souls to romance me. “So many people we sucked dry, their souls totally gone, all to make us powerful enough to be worthy of you and you alone. You’re that important to us, Robert. Aren’t you happy we love you so much? Doesn’t it mean something to you?”

I can see on her face it’s terribly important to her that this amount of work does mean something to me. But all I can think about, selfishly I suppose, is the amount of work I’ve put in.

“But that’s…that’s my dream. The restaurant.”

“Kind of?” She shrugs. “You did choose it. But you sort of picked it out of a hat. You could have chosen architecture, or tech, or medicine…we would have been sexy secretaries, or nerd babes, or nurses. It doesn’t matter. The hex works better if we don’t choose the direction of it, actually. And we’ll do that sexy dress-up stuff for you still if you want. We just need you to fuck us to make us real.”

I turn away from her, even though it’s hard as hell when she’s dressed how she is.

“I changed you. Brought you here in this world. That’s enough.”

“I’m not enough for you.” She wraps her hands around my waist, resting her fingers in my crotch hair. As if to punctuate this point, Nadine moans for me in the living room. “You’re wearing me out already, Master. You’re so powerful and amazing. I need my sisters to help me serve You how You deserve…won’t You let me give You everything You deserve, Master?”

She’s turned me around again. So fucking tempting. When she says sisters, she’s just referring to her coven—the other succubi. They’re not related by blood, but they’ve known each other for an impossibly long time. Her big blue eyes make everything she says so inviting and sexy. But I shake my head.

“No. No more slaves. No more succubi. Just you and me. That’s more than plenty. That’s an order. No more girls at the restaurant.”

She’s truly mad now. Cheeks flaring red. A succubus turned on is really hot; a succubus turned on and furious is even sexier.

“Fine.” Her voice is tough grit. “But I’ve got to go to work to keep anyone from asking questions about what the fuck is happening. And you have a decision to make about Nadine.”

I scoff. “I’m going to let her go.”

“It’s not that simple. She’s addicted to you, dummy. And if you don’t fuck her for real and cum inside her, she’s going to kill herself from massive withdrawal-spiked depression in less than forty-eight hours.”

She says all this in a self-satisfied sing-song. She’s cornered me in this weird magical game of tic-tac-toe, and she knew she had the whole fucking time.

“You can’t be serious.”

“You’ll learn, Master, that when it comes to Your Amazing Cock? I’m always serious.”