With a firm grip on your wrist, Muu drags you over to Callyette’s bed and directs you to lie down on your back. The Glutton doesn’t say anything, but between the intense look in her eye and the thick tension swathing the room, you silently do as you are bidden. You can see your other lodger from where you lie upon her bed; all pride and bravado has slipped from her face, and she’s gasping up a storm as she pleads with Muu not to take you from her. But her cries fall upon deaf ears as the full-bodied demon kicks off her pyjama bottoms and pulls off her striped panties, treating you to a full-frontal view of her naked body. Between the generous flare of her hips, the soft swell of her stomach and the lush green tone of her skin, you find yourself reminded of a pear for some reason, and shamefully chide yourself for constantly comparing the Glutton to fruit. You watch as she bends over to pick up one of Callyette’s fancy dress – your loins stirring as her body wobbles and jiggles with each little movement – and unabashedly cleans your cum off her chest and face with it. Tossing it aside like nothing more than a rag, the Glutton faces you, forcing you to tear your gaze away from her plump breasts and look her in the eye.
She doesn’t meet your gaze. She’s focused almost entirely on staring at your cock as it stands stiff and ready to go.
“M- Mucsibi, come on… you don’t have to go so far,” Callyette whimpers, her feigned accent slipping away.
The Glutton glances over her shoulder at her captive audience.
“Are you gonna say you’re sorry?” she asks, her rounded horns glinting in the light as she inclines her head.
“Why do I have to-?”
“Then I do have to go this far. Brace yourself, sir.”
Like a pioneer mounting a beast of burden, the hefty demoness swings a thick leg over your body and mounts you, knocking the wind from your lungs and causing the entire bed to shake. Feeling all of Muu’s weight crash down upon your midsection at once takes some getting used to, but your attention is quickly shifted to the woman herself as she adjusts her positioning. On the day you met her, you had the absolutely pleasure of fucking her right on the living room couch in a drunken haze. But as fun as that experience was, you realise now that you never had the pleasure of properly beholding Muu’s glorious frame from behind.
Well, it’s right there in front of you now; two almighty asscheeks, planted right on your waist, topped by a thick tail that gently sweeps across your chest. Faced with such a sight, you find your hands acting by themselves. You can’t help yourself; how could you? You sink your fingers into her doughy ass, feeling their warmth and softness, and watching as the demon’s tail shivers in delight. Each cheek would need two hands to fully hold, at a guess, and as you marvel at Muu’s derriere, you hear her quietly gasp and wrap her fingers around the base of your cock.
“… Last chance, Cally,” the Glutton remarks, still laser-focused on disciplining the Nymph.
When you crane your neck, you’re just about able to peer past Muu to see Callyette sitting there, looking incredibly conflicted. She looks up, she looks down, she looks up again and swallows hard. After a moment of consideration, she screws up her face and shakes her head.
Oh Callyette; her pride will be the end of her one of these days.
“Suit yourself.”
Lifting herself up, Muu’s tail stiffens and braces against your chest for support as she angles your cock with one hand and spreads her pussy lips with the other. She takes it slow; clearly drawing it out to leave nothing to Callyette’s imagination. A regretful part of you feels a little left out, but you’re able to watch through the Glutton’s legs as the Nymph stares on intently, watching every little movement despite how against this she claims to be.
A shock of sensation courses from the tip of your dick all the way up your spine as you breach Muu’s folds. She’s sopping wet – you can see beads of moisture trickle down your shaft – and as she gradually lowers herself down, she gives a low, throaty moan, holding nothing back for anyone’s sake. You lie back into Callyette’s pillow, taking in the Nymph’s fresh, ozone-y scent as your cock is enveloped in warm, wet bliss. It’s a strange dichotomy of pleasure, one that battles valiantly with the guilt in your gut.
Your hips connect, and Muu takes a second to steady herself, gasping for breath as she prepares for what’s to come. Despite her brazen approach, she’s still not all that used to sex.
“Mmph… I never got to – whew – say how good this felt the first time, sir…” she tells you, brushing her hair aside as she looks back over her shoulder.
Her gleaming eyes, her dimpled smile, her chubby cheeks; God, she’s the picture of innocence when she looks at you like that. And yet the moment you glance down, you’re reminded that she’s currently tormenting her housemate.
Clearly Muu has a lot more going on under the surface that you first thought. That seems to be a running theme with these demons, actually…
“S- Stop…” you hear Callyette choke, though Muu clearly doesn’t.
She hisses through her teeth and lifts herself up, before unceremoniously slamming her full body weight down upon you. You cry out in surprise, she cries out in pleasure, and Callyette cries out in despair as you once again feel the breath leave your body. A meaty slap reverberates through the room as Muu’s mighty ass crashes against you, sending ripples of motion through both cheeks. Its mesmerising, and you have a hard time keeping your hands away.
The strength returns to Muu’s legs, and before long she’s wholeheartedly riding your cock reverse-cowgirl, gasping and moaning without a care in the world as the demon shackled before her is forced to watch on. True to her word, the room quickly becomes inundated with the sounds, sights and scents of sex; you can smell the enticing aroma of Muu’s needy snatch from where you lie, and the wet slapping of flesh-on-flesh punctuates each lurid groan from the pair of you. Her insides are simply blissful. The soft ripples of her walls seem to milk your cock every time she lands back down upon you, and yet not once do you accidently slip free, as Muu’s pussy clings to you, unwillingly to let you go. Minutes tick by without a word from anyone, and as you feel the sweat begin to pour off you, Muu reaches back and urges you to grope her from behind. Your hands move from her ass to her marshmallowy thighs, then up to her jiggling tits before finally settling on her soft, pliable belly. You give it an experimental squeeze, and your efforts are rewarded with a whining gasp of approval.
Muu always seems so proud of her figure. It stands to reason she’d enjoy when you indulge in it.
It’s easy to get lost in the heady musk and rippling green flesh of your romp with Muu, but occasionally your concentration is broken by a soft whimper from the other side of the room. With a sweat-soaked Glutton currently blocking your view, you can’t see Callyette, but just hearing her is enough to conjure a guilty pang from your core.
Maybe this is going too far. You already know that Callyette has plenty of walls she’s put up. Sure, she wildly overstepped today, and her constant antagonization hasn’t helped in the slightest, but… Maybe she can’t help herself. She is a demon of Pride, after all. Maybe it’s hard to let something like that go.
After quite some time – an age, it feels like – Muu leans forward and quickens her pace, planting her hands against the mattress in order to give you all she’s got. You’re pressed deep into the mattress as your head begins to spin, all the while her panting vocalisations only grow all the louder.
“After this,” Muu gasps, her tail leaving red marks upon your chest, “I’m gonna lick him clean, top to bottom.”
“M- Mucsibi, please… stop…!” Callyette pleads.
“And then… we’re gonna go again.”
“Mucsibi!”
“And again!”
“Please!”
“And again!”
“E- Enough!”
“And again!”
“I- I didn’t…!”
“And again!”
“I… I…!”
“And again…!”
You grab handfuls of the bedsheets and bite your lip as another load wells up in your core. You weren’t sure if you had it in you to go again, but living with these demons has bolstered your constitution tenfold. What started as tingles builds into overwhelming pulses, and as Muu’s plump posterior connects with you one last time, you groan and pump a heavy load deep into her pussy, right as Callyette suddenly screams.
“I’M SORRY MOMMY~!”
It’s… perhaps one of the stranger orgasms of your life, that’s for certain.
As you buck and spasm, both you and Muu tense up, unsure of what to do as the Nymph in the chair breaks down into tears. Her sobs fill the room just as cum leaks from Muu’s lower lips, and for a moment you feel like you’re in purgatory. She looks over her shoulder at you, and you can see the concern written plain upon her face. It lasts only a moment, however, as the Glutton steadily disembarks you and trots over to Callyette.
The Nymph lies slumped in her chair, bawling into her hand. The guilt finally wins over your sexual impulses at the sight of her, but both are quickly drowned out by confusion as your gaze tracks down. Her fancy underwear lies halfway down her legs, exposing her flawlessly-shaved pussy, and the lustful secretions soaking into the chair cushion.
You look from her crotch up to her hand, both of which shine with moisture.
Wait. Was she… masturbating during all of that…?
While you try to figure that out, Muu steps over to the Nymph and tenderly pulls her hand away, wiping her tears with a finger.
“Poor baby…” you hear the Glutton murmur, reaching for cuffs anchoring Callyette to the desk.
With a quick jerk of her wrist, she snaps the chain of the fuzzy cuffs. Clearly Callyette had skimped out and bought a cheap set of-
Wait, they were that easy to break the entire time?!
As soon as both hands are free, the Nymph lunges forward to wrap her housemate in a hug. She shoves her head deep into her chest and sobs, nearly collapsing to the floor were it not for Muu’s support. She just rubs her back and whispers gentle reassurances, behaving much more like the gentle woman you’ve come to know rather than the vindictive demon you were given a glimpse of earlier.
“I’m sorry…! I’m so, so sorry…!” Callyette bawls, her voice muffled by Muu’s tits.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby. I’m sorry I had to be so mean to you, but do you understand why?”
“I… I…”
“It’s not nice having your feelings hurt, Cally.”
“I- I just wanted… to spend the day with… with my Master… a- and then… I didn’t know what to do at the… at the market and… I- I panicked and… I’m sorry…!” the Nymph gutters, taking deep, gasping lungfuls of air with each breath.
“I know, baby. I know.”
Thankful that she passes no remark on the Master comment, you get out of the bed and walk over to the pair. Muu gives you a nod and opens her arms, allowing you to join the group hug. Callyette digs her nails into you, but you let it slide; she’s clearly overwhelmed.
“Please don’t take him away…!” she whines, holding you both close.
“Oh Cally… I was never going to do that to you. I just needed you to see how hurtful words can be sometimes. Besides, our lovely manager is his own man; I’m not taking him anywhere,” Muu replies softly, giving you a meaningful look.
You nod and reassure Callyette that you’re still very much here for her. Even if she steps out of line or upsets anyone, you’re not going to just abandon her.
Hearing that seems to crank the waterworks up further. Muu strokes her hair while you rub her back.
“There, there,” Muu coos, tucking the Nymph’s head into her shoulder.
She sniffles. Her makeup is absolutely destroyed; mascara is running down her face in rivulets, and her eyeshadow is smeared beyond correction.
“I- I’m sorry, Mommy…” she murmurs, clinging tightly to her.
There it is again. It was easy to dismiss it the first time, but it’s difficult to ignore upon hearing her call Muu again. You quirk an eyebrow, but the Glutton just gives an accepting nod.
“Apology accepted, baby. Friends again?”
“… Yeah…”
“There we ago. Now, no more tears, okay?”
Muu looks up and smiles softly. Despite how strange the situation is, you find yourself quickly growing accustomed to odd scenarios, and you can’t help but return it.
“Here, go give your Master a hug, baby. I’ll be back in a minute,” she says, gently pushing the Nymph into your arms.
You give her a surprised stare as she gathers up her clothes and darts out of the room, hoping to reach her own before anyone sees her. Callyette sniffles and hugs you close, rubbing her makeup against your chest.
“… I messed up again, didn’t I?” she murmurs.
There’s no doubting that today was a mess. Feelings were trodden on, tempers were flared, and lines were crossed.
“A- Are you gonna get rid of me…?”
What? Of course not; where the Hell is she getting that idea?
Callyette shrugs in your arms, her face still pressed firmly into your chest.
“Mother couldn’t wait to send me here when the EHI’s people came to Lustrecliff Heights. She never wanted anything to do with me.”
You pull a face. More of this, huh; it seems everyone under this roof has some sort of deeply-rooted emotional trauma. Well, Lilith did say you’d be dealing with difficult cases…
“She always liked my sisters more. I- I was just the boring middle child.”
How many sisters does she have?
“Twelve.”
Her mother had twelve girls in a row?
“I have brothers too, but she gave them away.”
You pull a face at that, but wisely decide that now is not the time to criticise someone else’s awful parenting choices. Instead, you hug Callyette closer, causing her to wrap her arms around you.
You whisper to the Nymph that as long as she’s under this roof, she may consider you and the others her family. Except for whenever you’re intimate like this, ideally.
… Wait, is that why she’s calling Muu-?
“Thank you, Master.”
Her ears burn red. Your cheeks burn red too.
Muu returns, carrying a basket full of different care supplies. You can spot a bottle of water, a thermos, some cloths and a bunch of handkerchiefs.
“Here we are! Let’s get you cleaned up; I’ll take over, sir,” the Glutton remarks, handing the bottle of water to you as she takes Callyette by the hands.
Sitting back down on the bed, you rehydrate and watch as Muu tenderly wipes away the Nymph’s ruined makeup, accepting the water bottle back off you once you’re finished. Callyette just sits in the chair and lets herself be fussed over, looking unsure and uncertain, but no longer uncomfortable. As she wipes her sticky legs clean, she hands the thermos to her.
“You haven’t properly eaten anything yet today. Here; it’s soup.”
A part of you tenses up, expecting resistance. But Callyette obediently lifts the thermos to her lips and takes a sip, her eyes widening as she begins to drink the steaming liquid within.
“I- It’s… it’s good,” she gasps, sounding utterly surprised.
“I know. I got it at the market,” Muu answers with a smile, dabbing at her companion’s mouth with a handkerchief.
Callyette stares deep into the vessel before taking another, deeper drink, causing steam to rise from the thermos. Before long, she’s drained the whole thing, and once Muu is finished cleaning and rehydrating the Nymph, she grabs various cosmetics from her bedside cabinet and begins to reapply her makeup.
Not twenty minutes earlier, Muu was doing everything in her power to grind this girl’s confidence beneath her heel, and now she’s kneeling in front of you, carefully building her back up, even though the cum between her legs hasn’t even dried. It feels strange, seeing it all happen. But in this house, you’ve come to learn that sometimes you just have to chalk strange occurrences down to “just being a demon thing.” Callyette seems open to this turn of events, and that’s all you can really hope for.
So, with a deep breath, you quietly redress yourself and coolly withdraw from the room.
“Sir? Where are you going?”
… Or not.
Gingerly, you slowly turn back to look at the two demons behind you. Muu stands unabashed, her body glistening from a quick wipe down with a wet cloth. Seeing her curves shine in the light causes a familiar stirring down south, a sensation that only intensifies at the sight of the nervous Nymph standing next to her. Callyette fidgets from one foot to the other beside the Glutton, her cheeks burning bright red as beads of anxious sweat already form across her smooth form. Her reapplied makeup contrasts her uncertain expression well, and her lingerie has been discarded entirely, giving you a full view of her stiffening nipples and her hairless pussy. Despite her obvious nerves, she’s plenty excited.
“It’s still Cally’s day, isn’t it?” Muu asks with a smile, placing her hands on her fellow demon’s shoulders.
That gets a surprised chirp out of her.
“W- Wait, what?”
“Mm. We’re all made up, and I think she’s learned her lesson, don’t you?”
Slowly, you nod, catching on quickly to Muu’s game. It’s as Casey said the last time you two were together; you have to give a little bit of carrot and stick. It just so happens she led with the stick this time around.
So now it’s time to give Callyette some carrot.
Your carrot.
Hm. The analogy could use some work.
“Are you sure?” Callyette asks, her voice quivering as you return to you place on the bed.
“Positive. After all, you still want to please your Master, right?”
You raise an eyebrow, and Muu just gives you a knowing smile. At this rate you’re going to need a flow chart to keep track of all the sexual dynamics you’re uncovering between your charges.
“Remember when we first met, sir? I told you I never really bothered much with boys?” she breathes, running a hand through Callyette’s hair.
You nod slowly, and the Glutton gives you a wink.
“Well… girls are a different story.”
With that, she leans in close and gives the Nymph’s exposed neck a playful nip. She yelps and nearly stumbles onto the bed, her fall stopped only by Muu’s grip on her shoulders.
“Oops. Careful now,” she laughs, tousling her hair, much to Callyette’s embarrassment.
From your vantage point on the bed, you watch as the two demons approach you; one stumbling, the other sauntering. Muu sits down next to you and rests her head upon your shoulder, brushing your skin with her almond locks, but as Callyette attempts to do the same on your other side, she clears her throat and shakes her head.
“Ah ah. That’s not your place, baby,” the Glutton whispers with a wry smile.
Leaning across you, she gently runs her hand through Callyette’s hair and guides her in front of you, gently pushing down until she’s on her knees. With another hand on your thigh, she urges you to spread your legs, causing your cock to hover right in front of the Nymph’s face.
Her reaction is immediate. Her flustered, uncertain demeanour melts away as she focuses entirely on your cock, her pupils slowly dilating as her mouth hangs open. The feeling of her hot breath washing across your most sensitive parts draws a slight gasp from your lips. Blood rushes to your groin, and your half-hard mast swiftly stiffens and grows right before Callyette’s eyes.
“Well?” Muu asks, cocking her head.
“I- I… I…” gutters the Nymph in response.
“Use your words, baby.”
She takes a second to compose herself, but it’s clearly in vain; after watching Muu ride you within an inch of your life, Callyette seems as though she’s about ready to pop already.
“I’ve… never done this before.”
“Done what?”
“Used my, um… my mouth…”
Her voice trails off as her ears burn a bright crimson. Muu giggles in your ear as she leans forward to pat Callyette’s head.
“Don’t worry; I’m happy to guide you through it!”
The Nymph swoons.
“… Th- Thank you, Mommy…”
You begin to remark on how Muu had also never given a blowjob before meeting you just three months ago, but a quick pinch to your thigh is enough to shut you up.
“Now, to truly enjoy your Master’s cock, you have to treat it like a good meal.”
“A meal?”
“Mmhm! First thing’s first, you have to get all of your senses involved! Don’t be shy!”
Nodding, Callyette steels herself and leans in close, until the head of your dick is pressing against the tip of her nose. She’s practically going cross-eyed in an effort to inspect it closely, and it takes tremendous effort on your part to keep yourself from chuckling at the sight.
“It looks so… hard,” she breathes, her every exhalation sending tingles throughout your whole body.
She draws even closer, rubbing your cock against her blushed cheek and smearing it with precum.
“And it’s so warm.”
“How does it smell?” Muu asks encouragingly.
“S- Smell? Um, it smells…”
You watch as Callyette visibly swallows hard.
“… it smells good,” she finally concludes, her attention focused entirely on your turgid member.
“Good girl~” the Glutton applauds, reaching forward to gently tickle her behind the ear.
She grows flustered and turns away from the praise, but one twitch from your cock is enough to draw her attention back to where it belongs. Taking a deep breath, she runs her hands along your shaft to steady you before parting her lips. Glancing up at Muu for reassurance, Callyette slowly begins to take your cock into her mouth, screwing her face up as she struggles to accommodate it. You lean back, savouring the sensation of her uncertain tongue fluttering against the base, wincing occasionally as her teeth accidentally graze you. She’s a beginner for sure, but there’s something endearing about that. Muu looks like she’s enjoying it almost as much as you are; her eyes are wide and gleaming as the once-haughty Callyette meekly begins her very first blowjob.
She’s slow and she’s hesitant, but eventually she manages to get halfway down your cock before she begins to gag. Eyes going wide, the Nymph makes to pull back, but Muu swiftly reaches over and grabs her hair, keeping her lips firmly sealed around your member.
“Finish what you started, baby,” the Glutton says, her positive tone barely masking her sadistic words.
A soft whine escapes Callyette’s throat as she is pushed back down the length of your cock. You lean back and relax as you plunge into her hot, tight throat, her spasms of desperation only further serving to please you. Muu’s guidance urges her to go a little deeper than before, but soon the gagging forces her to come up for air. Saliva unashamedly drips from her mouth as her eyes water, her breaths coming in hot and fast as she struggles to compose herself, all the while Muu is looking on like a proud parent.
“Well? How does it taste?” the Glutton asks, sliding off the bed to kneel side-by-side with her new protégé.
“Guh… good…” is all Callyette manages to blurt out.
“Mm. You know why…?”
You watch as Muu slowly begins to embrace the Nymph from behind; one hand snaking its way down across her smooth midriff while the other caresses her platinum-blonde hair.
“Why?”
She leans in close to one long, elfin ear.
“Because his cock still tastes like me!”
With a big grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat himself, Muu unceremoniously shoves Callyette’s face down into your crotch. She gives a gurgled cry of alarm as she unwittingly deepthroats you, meanwhile you find yourself gripping the sheets and biting your lip in an effort not to cry out as the pressure hits you all at once. She squirms and gags, but Muu is merciless in her execution, allowing her up only a couple of inches before pushing her back down again.
Perhaps she hasn’t quite gotten all of that irritation out of her system yet…
“Such a good girl; you’re doing so well! But you have to finish everything on your plate, now!” she says, squishing her breasts against Callyette’s back as she guides her head with a fistful of hair.
For the second time that night, you’re treated to a round of relentless fellatio at the hands of your cheery charge, only this time it’s someone else’s mouth being put to work. She scrambles to brace herself against the bedframe as she’s made to suck and swallow your entire length, up and down again, over and over. She spasms every time you hit the back of her throat, and before long she’s clamping one hand between her legs; a clear indication that she’s liking the rough treatment more than she lets on. Static electricity – curtesy of her demonic nature – builds up between the two of you, but the intermittent shocks only seem to enhance the experience.
Muu’s throat may be soft and wet, but the sheer tightness of Callyette’s is bringing you close to tears.
“Here, let Mommy help you with that, baby,” Muu gasps delightedly, looking up at you with a brilliant smile.
There’s that impassioned spark you’ve grown to love.
“Take over for me, sir?” she asks you in a voice you could almost call innocent.
With your reasoning drowned in sexual delirium, all you can do is nod desperately and run your hand through Callyette’s hair, gripping it tight and keeping close to the pace Muu has set. She barely seems to notice the shift in control; her eyes have rolled back in her skull, and her makeup has begun to run down her face in rivulets.
With both hands free, Muu wastes no time in getting to work. With one, she pinches and teases her demonic companion’s nipples, while with the other she begins to venture further south, eventually caressing her clean-shaven honeypot.
“Oh Cally, you’re soaked down here!”
Callyette stumbles and almost collapses entirely as Muu’s fingers slip inside her, but stuck between the pair of you, she’s well-supported. Instead, she just whines and moans through your cock, her tongue squirming about the base of your shaft in an effort to make good on the valuable life-lessons begin imparted upon her. Things on your end couldn’t be better; you feel like electricity is coursing through your entire body, and given who is currently sucking you off, it probably is.
The Nymph deepthroats your cock, allowing you to adjust her speed and angle as you see fit. The Glutton rewards her tenacity with a pinch here and a stroke there, her lustful gaze betraying her voyeuristic tendencies. And whatever noises and expressions you’re making seems to be enough to satisfy Muu, as she clearly couldn’t be happier than in this moment.
Indeed, it seems to go on for hours. But like all good things, this three-way feedback loop of pleasure, subservience and indulgence eventually comes to an end. Your breathing grows laboured, your toes curl and dig into the carpet, and deep down, you feel an all-too-familiar tension growing stronger and stronger by the second. You gasp out a warning, and while Callyette gives an alarmed grunt, Muu pulls her hand away from the Nymph’s chest and threads her fingers through yours, urging you to quicken the pace.
“Go on, sir. Right down her throat. Until she can’t fit any more,” the Glutton gasps excitedly, quickening her own fingers between Callyette’s legs.
You return her smile as you feel yourself teeter on the brink.
For simple fisher girl from the Hellish backwater of Vorshaw, she’s got one Hell of a niche kink.
Déjà vu strikes with a vengeance as you arch your back, buck your hips and unload down your demon lover’s throat, hissing through your teeth as pleasure ripples through you like ocean waves. Pushed as far down as she will go, Callyette’s lips bubble around the base of your dick as she struggles to keep up with your load, desperately sucking and swallowing all the while Muu continues to finger her. Overstimulation quickly gets the better of her, and by the time your orgasm peters out, the Nymph can hold on no longer. Cum and spittle spray from her mouth as she releases your member in an ecstatic cry, toppling backwards onto the Glutton as she rides out a cataclysmic orgasm of her own. Feminine fluids spray from between her legs, and in your pleasure-drunk mind you find yourself dimly aware of how annoying it’s going to be to try and get all of this out of the carpet later. Callyette coughs and splutters as she tries and fails to wipe her mouth clean, all the while Muu just pats her head and coos with delight.
“D- Did… did I do good, Mommy?” she asks desperately, getting back onto her knees despite her shaking legs.
The poor girl is a mess; her mascara is running down her cheeks, her lipgloss is smeared all over her face and your cum has somehow managed to get into all over her front. Despite her appearance, the other demon in your midst gazes at her like she’s the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Oh, you’d have to ask him that, baby,” Muu responds with a gentle smile, gingerly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her pointed ear.
Callyette turns her dilated eyes onto you.
“W- Well? Master?”
You take a second to catch your breath before mirroring Muu’s smile. You nod and tell the Nymph that she did wonderfully; a little more practice, and she’ll be deepthroating with the best of them.
The praise alone almost sets off another orgasm as she sighs and squeezes her legs together, eliciting a giggle from Muu. Drawing close, she squeezes her plump body against Callyette and takes her by surprise with a deep kiss, probing her tongue both inside her mouth and all around her face in an effort to lap up the fruits of your collaborative efforts.
“Salty… and a little… bitter, but… oh, it’s so good… I could… lick this… for days, sir!” she gasps between breathes as she bathes Callyette with her tongue.
The erotic display quickly begins to bring you back to full hardness, but by now you’re starting to feel a little lightheaded. This whole ordeal has been an intense roller coaster from the outset, and you fear you’re at your limit. Sure, Natasha had wringed more orgasms out of you in a day, but at least she let you rest. As it stands, you’ve just cum three times within an hour. New personal record, you might add.
You stagger to your feet and make for the door, only for Muu to suddenly grab your hand. Not forcefully, mind, but the way she slips her moist fingers into yours stops you in your tracks. She’s warm, sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, as though she were getting drunk on the very atmosphere of the room. Indeed, the air itself was suffused with the pungent scent of sex, enough to make your head spin.
She’s a Glutton. Of course she’d have a big appetite, and not just for food.
“One more,” she breathes, just out of Callyette’s earshot.
Muu peers up at your with big, gooey eyes. Even despite everything you’ve just witnessed, there’s an odd innocence to her gaze. Sweet Jesus, this girl is good at what she does.
You nod and she grins.
“Caught your breath yet, baby?” she asks, turning back to Callyette.
The Nymph – despite her heaving, cum-soaked chest – nods.
“Good girl. To the bed. Up you pop.”
“Huh? W- Wait, what-?”
“Hurry now; don’t keep your Master waiting~!”
Eyes wide and elfin ears fluttering, Callyette scrambles to her feet and scampers onto the bed, kneeling atop the mattress with her head bowed submissively. Muu stands at one side and instructs her to lay across it laterally, so her head is at one side of her bed and her legs dangle across the other. You stare for a moment, watching the Nymph as she makes herself comfortable, your gaze tracking down to the glistening slit between her legs and your breath growing short. You’re reminded of your encounter in the bathroom on the day you first met her, when she bent over the sink and begged you to mount her.
Once again, Lady Samada begs to be dominated.
You take your place between Callyette’s legs and firmly caress her buttery thighs, earning a low moan from the Nymph as she nervously watches you with bated breath. Muu hunkers just by her head, holding her hands like a proud parent.
“Watch closely, baby,” the Glutton breathes.
“Watch…?”
“Oh yes. You don’t want to miss anything, do you?”
“N- No. Not at all.”
Their eyes turn to you; one pair nervously excited, the other wide and expectant. You indulge yourself in the feeling of Callyette’s smooth, supple thigh flesh in your palms as you marvel at her body, your gaze tracking from her slender hips, across her toned midriff and to the barely-noticeable swell of her breasts. A smile tugs at your lips, and your wandering eye drifts over to Muu. Her apple-green skin shines from sweat and excitement, accentuating the fullness of her chest and the softness of her tummy. Physically, the pair are absolute night and day, and yet you can’t help but feel debilitatingly aroused by both.
First a tall and short pairing with Casey and Yyvnn, and now you’re having sex with these two beauties, one slender, one chubby. There was something to be said for how opposites attract.
“Master…” Callyette whines, biting her lip as you’re brought back to the task at hand.
“Ah ah, don’t rush him, baby.”
“Sorry, Mommy…”
You smirk, apologise, and get right to it. With one hand clutching Callyette’s left thigh, you use the other to align yourself with her needy pussy. Heat floods through your tip as it presses against your entrance, and you feel the familiar tingling of static electricity as the Nymph’s natural charge enters your body. Both of her hands grip Muu’s, who watches you enter the electrical demoness with bated breath.
“Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh…!” Callyette babbles incoherently, her entire body shuddering.
The way she’s twitching and shuddering, and the amount of natural lubricants staining into her mattress already; the poor girl is woefully overstimulated, and enjoying every second of it.
“Keep your nerve. He’s not even in yet,” Muu says calmly, licking her lips.
“H- Has he gotten bigger? He feels bigger! I- I’m gonna be torn apart…!”
The way she says that has you a little concerned. You glance down at your cock and it certainly looks to be about the same size as it usually is.
“Cally, baby, look at me,” the Glutton says with a hint of urgency in her voice.
The Nymph – who has begun to hyperventilate a little – gazes up at her companion’s face. Muu takes a deep breath, prompting her to the do the same. You pull back from her slit out of politeness.
“Deep breath in, deep breath out.”
“Y- Yeah, yeah… I got it…”
“Okay? Now don’t be nervous. You two have done this before, haven’t you?”
“Not like this. Not with you, um… watching.”
“Well, don’t you mind me, baby. And don’t be nervous, either. We’re all here to have a good time, right?”
“Right! Right… I- I’m just not used to this.”
Muu giggles.
“You know what they say about new experiences, baby; aunroc musrus!”
Your eyebrow raises as you silently wonder what that means.
“Yeah! A- Aunroc musrus!” Callyette cries, her confidence restored.
She looks back down at you and gives a brazen nod, as clear a go-ahead as any. There’s a confident gleam in the Nymph’s eye you didn’t see before, and you can’t help but smile as you resume penetration. Callyette bites deep into her lip to supress an almighty moan as you breach her folds and plunge deep into her hot, tight embrace. You take it slow as your ease yourself in, remembering her inexperience, as well as the last time you fucked the Nymph. Despite you taking the lead here, you deign to take it at her pace to the best of your ability; Callyette’s a quickshot if nothing else, and you wouldn’t want to do anything that hurts her.
A quick glance up confirms that she’s – ironically for a demon - already halfway to heaven. Her eyes are rolled back and her mouth is hanging open, filling the room with her gasps for breath. Muu is whispering something into her ear, and judging by their excited flicking and the pounding of her heart sending spasms all the way down to her pussy, Callyette is already lost in a fantasy of the Glutton’s design. You leave the sexual narrative to her as you steady her hips and slowly begin to thrust, reaffirming your grip on her thighs to stabilise yourself.
Her insides are as needy as ever, a fact you’re reminded of when you feel her suddenly tighten around you when you’re only a few thrusts in. She gives a long, lurid moan that crescendos into a squeal as Muu does her part on the other side of the bed, teasing the Nymph with whispered words and gentle touches alike. The static tingling running through your shaft is strange, but you come around to it after a few moments. Before long, the pair of your are lost in a mindless haze; not a word is spoken, just desperate panting.
“Oh, look at you both! I wish you could see what I’m seeing, sir,” Muu comments, biting her lip as she squeezes Callyette’s hand.
“A- Am I doing good, Mommy?!” your latest sexual conquest cries, craning her neck to look up at her.
With a gentle smile, Muu reaches down and presses the palm of her hand against Callyette’s stomach. You can feel the pressure intensify as her rippling walls constrict around you, desperate to milk you of all your worth. Teeth gritted, you lift the Nymph’s legs up and redouble your efforts, the sheer force of your thrusts already starting to smack her ass red.
“You’re doing so good, baby~”
Another fit of quivering spasm rock through her body at that, earning a groan from you and a giggle from Muu. Kissing Callyette on the forehead, the Glutton climbs onto the bed and lays down next to her housemate, gazing at her with lustful eyes as she strokes and teases her slender body. With both demons so close to hand, you reach over and grimly grasp Muu’s thigh, your smile growing as your fingers sink into her pudgy flesh. Her eyes widen as she glances down at you.
“Isn’t comparison the thief of joy, sir?” she asks playfully, spreading her legs a little to expose her soaked pussy.
You tell her you’re not comparing them. You just want to make sure everyone is enjoying themselves.
“Aw, always so considerate!”
“M- Master is… always… so kind…!” Callyette gutters, clinging to the bedsheets for support.
Though the Nymph’s honeypot has you in its tight embrace, you’re not about to neglect the other demon in your midst. You steady yourself with one hand and stick your fingers into your mouth for a moment, lubing them up for what’s to come.
It’s like Natasha taught you; you have to feel your partner’s urges just as you feel your own.
While you adjust your angle in order to fully hilt yourself inside Callyette, you reach over and slip your fingers into Muu’s pussy, a move that pleasantly surprises her. She gives a little chirp of shock before glaring at you with mock-indignation.
“You’re – ah – insatiable, sir!” she breathes, her cheeks already turned a rosy hue.
You can only laugh in response as you focus all of your efforts on satisfying the both of them. It’s hard to keep up a good rhythm, but somehow you manage to alternate your movements well enough that you can attend to your lovers without tiring yourself out.
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself and focus.
You find it easier and easier to just go with the flow of things. Your eyes focus on the bodies of the demons before you – Callyette’s heaving chest and Muu’s jiggling tits – as your other senses attune to everything around you. The scent of ozone wafting off the Nymph mingles with the heady smell of sex and sweat, and before long you succumb to the intoxicating atmosphere of the room, your vision swimming as your thoughts smear into little more than your most base urges.
“F- Fuck her harder, sir!” you hear Muu call out through the sexual haze, a request you can only oblige.
Your fingers steadily stroke the Glutton from the inside, rubbing over the ridged bumps of her G-spot and earning yourself impassioned gasps of pleasure, all while you rail Callyette’s slick, smooth insides as hard as you can. The last time you fucked her, you were like an animal in a rut, but now that you’re focused on actually feeling her, you realise that the Nymph is tight enough to give Eari a run for her money, and as your sexual limbo draws on, you find it more and more difficult to resist the urge to cum. But despite your overwhelming desire, you power through.
Before long, Callyette cums, sending a rush of electric tingles through both you and Muu. The sudden shock causes your fingers to spasm out of control, and like some kind of chain reaction, you feel a tightness around your fingers and a sudden rush of hot fluid as the Glutton orgasm right after her, and quite spectacularly too.
“Oh… Oh my… S- Sir…?” Muu moans, quivering all over as she looks down at you.
She’s cradling Callyette, keeping her head supported as you continue to ruthlessly fuck the Nymph. She’s a mess; barely cohesive, her tongue hanging out as she shamelessly moans into the Glutton’s tits.
“Hanh…?” she gasps, saliva dripping from her mouth as she glances up at Muu.
“Shh, not you, baby. Sir, are you close?”
Pulling your fingers from her pussy, you nod breathlessly, your vision already peppered with stars. She grins at that.
“Think you can cover us both?”
Well, there’s only one way to find out.
You pull out of Callyette and begin to unabashedly jerk off, right in front of them. The two beautiful, sexy demons before you look up with tired, excited eyes. Callyette’s makeup is beyond fixing, and Muu looks as though her appetite is almost satisfied. With one last groan, you cum all over the pair of them.
Ropes of cum splatter against their faces, their stomachs, their tits and their legs as you completely bottom out until you can’t give any more. A few stray globs get on Callyette’s mattress and pillow, but judging by the blissful expression on her face, the Nymph is far from caring. The two cum-covered demons embrace each other, with Muu taking the opportunity to lick her friend clean, all while you teeter back and forth on the balls of your heels, suddenly very light-headed.
“… Thank you, Mommy…” Callyette breathes, too worn out to speak above a whisper.
Muu giggles softly and plants a kiss on her forehead.
“You’re more than welcome, baby.”
You smile at the sight. Erotic as it is, it’s heartwarming to see them get along, even if it is while stark naked and drenched in your reproductive fluids. Feeling a little tired, you stagger over to Callyette’s desk chair and sit down.
You rest your eyes.
Just for a second.
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You awake with a start, shooting bolt-upright in your bed as your eyes violently snap open. Sunlight is streaming through your bedroom windows, and a cool breeze blows through the open crack. Blinking your vision clear, you take a second to look around, completely bewildered.
Yep, this is definitely your room.
A quick check beneath your duvet confirms that you’re still completely naked, and as you ease yourself out of bed, you are struck by a wave of physical fatigue as your hips start to ache like crazy. You wince and limp over to your dresser, quietly wondering to yourself just how you got here.
“Oh, that’s easy; we carried you.”
Leaping out of your skin, you press your back against the wall as you cover yourself to the best of your ability. In your post-slumber confusion, you had completely glanced over the Succubus currently lounging in your desk chair, smirking as she sips from a cup of coffee.
How long as she been here?
“I was supposed to wake you up a few minutes ago, but you looked so peaceful. Well, you looked like a corpse. But hey, you got yourself up just fine, so it’s all good,” Natasha answers, sipping from her mug.
Frowning, you grab a pair of boxers from your dresser and pull them on before she can get an eyeful.
What happened last night?
“Well, I was just minding my own business when Cally came in blubbering about how you’d died.”
Your frown deepens, causing her to snicker.
“Yeah, tell me about it. Anyway, I walked in to find her room reeking of cum, and you lying passed out in her chair. Took the both of us to clean you up and put you to bed.”
A warm, shameful burn rises to your cheeks as you murmur an apology to Natasha. The Succubus just laughs.
“Oh, don’t worry about it honey. Honestly, I was impressed. You really put that sexy little toothpick to work last night, huh?”
You wave her words away and continue to get dressed, silently admonishing your own lack of stamina. That’s twice now you’ve passed out after sex. Perhaps you ought to invest in some endurance training…
“So, I have a question I wanna run by you, honey. Just out of curiosity,” Natasha continues, sitting cross-legged in your chair as she drinks her coffee.
Eyebrow raised, you glance over at her while you button up your shirt. It’s only now you realise that she’s wearing some of your clothes. This woman…
“I was helping Cally clean her room up after you came all over everything- seriously, how did you manage that? I mean we’ve shared a bathroom for months and your aim’s been pretty good, but I swear there was cum on the walls-”
Natasha.
“Right, right. Yeah, what was I… ah, right. I wanted to ask you about this.”
Reaching into her – technically your – pocket, the purple-skinned demon produces a pair of striped panties and dangles them off the end of her finger.
“These aren’t Cally’s. So what were they doing in her room?” she asks with a growing smile, as though she already knows the answer.
Your throat closes up at the sight of them. Clearing it, you just make your excuses and leave your room. Out in the hall, you find the air smells of cooking meat, and once you’re halfway down the stairs, you can hear something sizzling from the kitchen. You stagger on down to the ground floor, expecting to see Muu at the stove, only to find the Glutton patiently sitting at the table. She gives you a wave.
“Oh, you’re awake! How are you feeling, sir?” the Glutton asks, her stubby tail wagging happily behind her.
Sitting down, you inform her that you’re feeling tired but otherwise alright before asking her who’s cooking. Your question is answered before she can even open her mouth.
“Feast both yourrr eyes and yourrr slaverrring maws upon my flawless handiworrrk, peasants!”
Callyette, dressed in an apron and her hair tied back into a fancy ponytail, flounces out of the kitchen with a pair of plates in her hands. Sauntering over to the table, she slaps them both down, presenting you and Muu with a burger each. The Glutton applauds while you stare, amazed.
So, after everything that happened in the farmer’s market yesterday, now Callyette is cooking burgers for you?
“Pleh! To say I merrrely ‘cooked’ them implies I am on the same level as the of the rrrest of you ingrrrates! No! I masterrrfully prrreparrred them out of the kindness of my own boundless hearrrt! Feast now and weep!”
She holds her hands aloft at that, waiting for you to indulge in her magnum opus. With one eyebrow raised, you glance over at Muu.
“Cally’s been helping me out all day. So I said I’d teach her how to cook with some of the stuff we got at the market,” she explains, already halfway through her burger.
“E- Enough of that! Eat, drrrudge! I demand it!”
Shrugging, you pick the burger up in both hands. It’s… not quite a masterwork. The patty itself is coated in the thick layer of char, and as you bite into it, it crunches disconcertingly. Even so, beyond the burned taste, it actually doesn’t taste that bad. You chew and you swallow, and as you glance up at Callyette, you notice that there’s an expectant glint in her eye, hidden behind her usual bravado.
You tell her that it’s great, and with a little practice it’ll be even better. She looks genuinely delighted at that, but it’s quickly replaced by the usual Callyette reaction.
“Of courrrse it is! I am, of course, a naturrral!” the Nymph proclaims, planting her hands upon her hips.
“Mm!” Muu concurs, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin, “What about seconds, Cally?”
At once, all traces of levity drain from Callyette’s features as she slowly turns to face her fellow demon.
“… Excuse me?”
“Seconds? We have plenty of ingredients-”
“You expect me to slave away overrr the grrrill forrr you again?! I prrresent you with a meal fit for a queen, and still you demand morrre from me?!”
Despite her harsh words, Muu’s smile doesn’t waver.
“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to!”
For a second – a bare, split-second – you see that spark of vindictiveness flash across the Glutton’s face.
“I mean, if you’re not able to do it, then that’s fine, you know? Everyone has their limits!”
The lights flicker and dim for a moment as sparks of electricity crackle across Callyette’s skin. It takes her a full five seconds to parse what Muu just said, whereupon she fixes her with a pinprick stare.
“… You think I can’t do it?”
“I didn’t say-”
“YOU THINK I CAN’T DO IT?!”
Turning on her heel, she storms off into the kitchen.
“Hold yourrr tongue and weep, you fool! Fool! I will prrresent to you a feast of such unholy prrroporrrtions the likes of which even the Devils of old neverrr did see! Everrry scrrrap of sustenance in this hovel will pass through my hands before landing upon yourrr plate, and when you find yourrrself stuffed and weeping from joy, begging for merrrcy, know that I will not grrrant it to you! You hear me, Mucsibi?! I WILL NEVERRR KOWTOW TO THE LIKES OF YOU!”
As she shrieks her way back to the stove and begins to furiously tear open packets of burger patties, you return your attention to Muu, who is sitting with an ever-so-slightly smug look on her face.
… She did that on purpose, didn’t she?
“I’m just helping her get her practice in, sir,” she answers sweetly.
You shake your head and smile before taking another bite of your burger. This one tastes better than the last.
Wait.
She said ‘every scrap of sustenance.’
You scramble out of your chair desperate to get to Callyette before she winds up wasting all of the food in the house. Muu giggles as you rush past her.
“Good luck, sir~!”
