Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (the reader ebook .TXT) 📗

escaping from her lips as she came. Christina’s walls gripped me like a vice, like she never wanted to let me go. Her soft ridges ground up and down my dick, throwing sparks as pleasure infiltrated her body. Mareth laughed, tossing her hair back as the reflection of Christina’s orgasm coursed through her. Her tail wrapped around her taut tummy, opening and closing like a fist as she rode the blonde’s pleasure.

As she came down from her peak, Christina lifted Mareth off her head. She sat up, her face covered with the demon’s juices, and kissed me madly. She’d become a wild thing in my arms, any inhibitions she might have brought to the threesome ripped away by the lust and demonic power filling the van. She would have done this no matter what: but my powers made it even hotter, nastier.

“Holy shit, I think I love you,” Christina babbled, still coming down from her bliss. She seemed stoned off it—as if she’d taken some extremely high-quality kush along with her nacho platter. “Are you gonna come inside me, Luke?” Her nails dug into my back, coaxing me even deeper into her core. “Come on, I know you want it. You need it…”

Grunting, I shifted to a sitting position. My back hit the wall of the van, Christina sitting in my lap and straddling my thighs. It put us face to face, moving the momentum to her side, and Christina seized on it immediately. She bounced up and down on my cock, a wicked expression on her face as she felt my cock jerk and throb inside of her.

“Come on, baby,” she growled, her pussy hot and wet as a furnace around me. “Go over the edge. Fuck me. Come in me!”

I upthrust into her as hard as I could, using her hair as leverage to kiss her as we fucked. A moment later and the pleasure hit the stratosphere, ripping away the world around me.

A roar that sounded like it should have come from a beast tore from my throat as I buried myself as deep as I could inside of Christina and let go.

My cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of liquid lava deep in her channel.

Christina laughed triumphantly as she felt the first burst spray her inner walls. She ground her hips down on me, rotating them in a slow circle that left me gasping as my balls drained inside of her.

“There you go,” she panted, kissing my earlobe as she held her bare skin against mine. “Give me all of it, baby. Fuck there’s so much…”

There really, really was. I shot again and again, more than I could ever remember producing before I came into my powers. Must be another one of my abilities, I thought, smiling—then the implications of that reached my brain.

“Uh, Christina?” I murmured against her neck.

She pulled back, beaming at me. “Yes, lover?”

“I didn’t put on a condom,” I grunted, stating the obvious. “Are you...you know…”

“On the pill?” She flashed a lascivious grin. “Don’t worry about a thing, Luke. I’m protected. Although I might think about flushing those pills now that we’re hooking up. Getting pregnant from the future Archlord of Hell would be so hot…”

A bolt of lust shot through me. I thought it was hot, too—which worried me. Was I ready for a thing like that?

Before I could give it much more thought, another pair of hands massaged my chest. Mareth knelt next to Christina, a hungry look in her beautiful, demonic eyes.

“My turn,” she purred, licking her lips.

I laughed. “You sure? How do you know I’m up for it?”

“Oh, I know,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “With those powers of yours, you can fuck us both all night long. And I will be expecting you to do just that.”

My eyes raked over her body. Feeling bold, I retorted: “with girls like you two, I’ll have to throw in most of the morning, too.”

Mareth’s eyes lit up. She made to move forward, shove Christina away, and claim my cock for herself, only for the confines of the van to make themselves painfully clear. In all my fantasies of taking a woman in the back of my vehicle, there’d only been one girl with me. Though the service van was a reliable vehicle otherwise, it simply wasn’t set up for threesomes.

“There’s not a lot of room in here,” the succubus whispered, pursing her lips. “Perhaps we should find a more...suitable location to continue this.”

“Like a hotel?” I glanced out the van window, scanning the streets for any signs from one of the big chains. “We could do that, I guess…”

Mareth grinned. “I was thinking more of your subspace.”

“Subspace?”

It probably wasn’t the best time for an explanation, but Mareth was nothing if not blunt. “Remember that place where you met Lucifer and I? That was a subspace. A kind of pocket dimension, accessible by anyone with the power to do so. Every Angel of Darkness has one.” Her eyes narrowed. “There are those that say Hell itself is the original subspace, set up by our Master…”

“Hopefully mine’s a bit nicer than that,” I growled—then a gasp escaped me. My cock still throbbed gently inside Christina’s freshly fucked pussy. Feeling left out, the blonde decided to oh-so-slowly work her hips up and down my shaft, teasing me back to full hardness.

Mareth noticed. “It should be,” she said, touching my brow with her fingers. “Close your eyes and concentrate, Luke. Reach out for your subspace, and you should be able to send yourself there. Along with anyone else touching you…”

So that was why Mareth pressed her nails to my forehead. No need to do something similar with Christina; the two of us touched in the most intimate way a man and woman could.

Chapter 7

I closed my eyes and tried not to