~~Day 79~~

~~David~~

They'd be going soon. To a party. And he was nervous.

"I hate parties," he said.

Daoka giggled and shrugged. She sat between his legs, facing away, and it was his duty to check her back spikes and look for any problems. Yeah right. The girl just wanted a shoulder massage, and she'd taken off her breastplate to get it. Facing away from him meant her huge breasts were out of sight, thank god. He didn't want to walk into this party with an erection. Or, maybe he did?

He sank his thumbs into her dark red skin, and she sighed bliss. Like Caera, she had some big back spikes, but fewer of them. Unfortunately, they had even less bend than Caera's, less give, and getting them to bend so he could get his thumb or knuckles into her muscle was borderline impossible. He tried anyway, and Daoka chirped some more.

"She said rub her head," Jes said. The gargoyle sat next to him, a wing pulled out in front of her so she could examine and stroke the membrane.

He rubbed Daoka's pure black head. She was bald, which he was cool, but she had four big ram horns that gave her head a hair or crown-like look anyway, almost like Acelina. The four horns curled, two horns sticking up and out from her forehead before curling back toward her head, while two horns higher up stuck up and curled back and out more around her ears. It was strangely pretty. It also meant he had to slip his hands under the curling, hard material to find her scalp, and rub.

Daoka chirped again and tilted her head from side to side, encouraging his fingers to find different places on her skull. He scratched, and the girl melted, chirps turning into coos. Say one thing for humans, they all loved to get a scalp scratch, and demons did, too. Aroused demon skin felt the same as human skin, though right now she wasn't aroused, so it felt tougher, almost like leather. Which made scratching it hard, combined with trying to not cut his hands on her horns, but he made it work.

Satisfied, Daoka got onto her stomach between his legs, knees bent, hooves up, and she set them on his chest.

"Now check her hooves," Jes said without looking away from her wings. Like a girl painting her nails, she stared at her wings with complete, total focus, and ran her claws along the membrane. Was she looking for small cuts? Could she not feel them? Maybe wing membranes didn't have many nerves, or whatever Hell equivalent there was.

He checked Daoka's hooves. The split was subtle, but each hoof had a tiny split at the front toe, like a deer hoof, just bigger. He ran his finger along the outer walls; sturdy and strong, no cracks. He ran his fingers along the undersides and the strange grooves he didn't know because he wasn't a horseshoer; no cracks. He clicked the two hooves together, and Daoka giggled again.

"David," Laoko said, "check mine." The giantess smiled at him, gently picked up and set Daoka aside, and lay on her back between David's feet. Since Laoko was literally ten feet tall, the largest girl in their crew by a large margin, 'between his feet' wasn't exactly accurate. But she made it work, hooked two hands behind her back, set the other two on her stomach, and with bent knees, set both her hooves on his chest.

David gulped and looked at the two huge hooves. Horse hooves, no separate toes, and gigantic. No hair anywhere, demon hooves were smooth, black, and far as he could tell, impervious. All the jumping, fighting, landing on sharp rocks and hard ground, and they never cracked. At this point he was convinced they just enjoyed having him play with their hooves.

He put a hand up against the hoof. Bigger than his spread fingers. Goddamn she was a big lady. He traced the outer edges, the wall, the strange shape underneath the big, soft-ish triangle in the back of the hoof, and found nothing his untrained eye would deem bad.

"I'm sorry, Laoko," he said. "I see a crack. You're, uh, lame. We're going to have to put you down."

She pushed up on four elbows, eyebrow raised. "What?"

Jes laughed and hit David with her wing. "On the surface, it means your leg doesn't work, or something. If a horse can't walk and there's no way to fix it, a human would kill the horse. And eat it."

Laoko reached for her hoof, eyes wide, stopped herself, blinked at David, and laughed. She lay back again, got comfortable on her back, and instead of gently pressing her hooves to his chest, she planted the hooves against his chest and pinned him to the floor.

"Ow! Help!" He squirmed, tried to lift her ankles, failed, and squirmed some more. "Can't... breathe..." Was this how he was to die? On his back, Laoko on her back between his legs, her hooves crushing him to the ground?

The Las stood around him, blinking.

"Laoko kill David?" Lasca asked.

"Laoko kill David," Laria said, nodding.

"Laoko can't kill David," Latia said. She grabbed Laoko's leg and tried to lift. Nothing.

Laara shook her head. "Laoko strong. She can lead. Laoko fifth La. Strongest La." Nodding, she stood over David and saluted. "Burial at sea!"

The other Las immediately stood at attention, saluted, and stared off at nothing, as if a song was being played on a trumpet while a body was being lowered into the sea.

Moriah joined them, looked down at David, and unless he was going crazy, that was a tiny smile. "Caera, your boyfriend is near death."

Caera shrugged, prowled over, and lay beside him. "What's the word, dibs? I get dibs on his heart."

He froze. Much as he didn't think the girls would hurt him, there was always that chance their hunger would get the better of them. And if Caera admitted to having fantasies about eating him, that probably meant they all had those kinds of fantasies. Strangely hot, in a dangerous kinda way.

Laoko chuckled, stood up, and put him on his feet.

"So, how do you plan to seduce the volas?"

"I... don't know?"

The girls rolled their eyes, and the four-armed giantess poked him in the chest, with all four hands. He stumbled back.

"You have never been to a Scar party, David. You must be prepared."

"I mean, I've seen Blade. Should be similar, right?" He didn't wait for their confused looks. "A bunch of people jumping around to music, all in close proximity to each other. Too close."

Jes laughed. "I've never been to a Scar party, but I'm pretty sure a lot more goes on than just bad dancing."

Laoko nodded. "Indeed." She lifted David up by the arms and let him dangle in front of her. Ten feet versus five six. "The clothes will do. Volas dress similarly, silk hanging off their bodies." She fiddled with the black bracelets on his wrists and two black rings. All subtle, nothing that stood out. "Perhaps more glamorous jewelry. Nipple piercings would be nice." She gestured to Acelina. Everyone except Daoka still had their armor on, but they all knew about Acelina's love of black jewelry, nipple piercings included.

"I could pierce him," the spire mother said. "Attach a nipple chain." She reached behind her neck and undid a necklace.

David squirmed, still dangling. "I'm good! I'm good, thank you very much."

Complete with her usual evil smile, Laoko lowered him to the ground and held out a hand to Acelina. The spire mother gave her a necklace.

"Uh, no? No no, I don't want nipple piercings. I--"

"A necklace, you child." Laughing, Laoko put the black chain around his neck. It dangled down to his stomach. She laughed again, a fun and sultry sound, and she double-wrapped the necklace. "Just make sure it does not choke you."

He fiddled with the chain so the two loops hung at the same level. "I'll try."

"But I am serious, David. Zabulon can be a powerful ally. If you convince him things will be better under your rule than Tarkissa's, he will help you. He does not want that man running the Scar, and if you prove both powerful and delightful, you will appeal to any volas's desires."

"So this is an audition to see if I'd make a good king?"

Moriah gave her wings a flap. "King is a strong word. If you want to push through the Scar with my and Tsila's help, it will be impossible for you to do it through stealth. We could fly you, but we'd risk an encounter with angels who do not agree with us."

Caera snorted. "And you'd have to leave us behind. We're not doing that."

David smiled at Caera and sat back down with her. She set her head on his lap and pressed her cheek into his stomach.

"So we stick together," Moriah said. "And sticking together means we will come into direct confrontation with Tarkissa and his bailiffs eventually. We need troops."

"But we're under a time limit," David said. "We have to get through this province quickly."

The angel shook her head. "We can sneak through the Red Pits and Navameere Fields. Sneaking through the Scar is simply too difficult. The shape, the tunnels, all come to the center line. The Scar itself."

He buried his face in his palms. "Except the Red Pits is a battlefield."

"Even in Hell," Laoko said, "an entire province cannot be a battlefield. The land is vast. Here in the Scar, we are funneled, but in other provinces we are not."

Acelina raised a wing. "That said, imagine if we walked into the Red Pits with an army of volas with us? They may be nothing compared to a vratorin or devorjin, or gorgala or tregeera, but they can still fight." Slowly, she exposed her wide shark smile and sharp teeth against her pure black face. "Imagine if they were armed with weapons empowered by a rune."

David went rigid. "A rune?"

"Yes. The rune the Cainites were using. You say you contain runes in your mind, runes you gained from touching your sister, runes you confirmed came from the ritual site at the base of a spire when Azailia took you in. You know the runes."

He winced and looked away. "If I had a special anvil, yeah, I could infuse people's resonance into a weapon. It'd work the same way hellfire does, this destructive force that's special to Hell." He looked to the tetrad. "Laoko. You can breathe hellfire. What's it like?"

She folded two arms across her breastplate and held her chin with a third hand.

"It is difficult to say."

"How did you learn to breathe it?"

"After hundreds of years of devouring resonance and spending it through my body as essence, I simply... learned how to feel the difference. It was a matter of time, not skill. And when I learned how the two were different, how to feel the difference, I slowly learned that the two could be combined. It was as if flexing two muscles and crashing them together."

"Right," he said. "Resonance is the fuel. Essence is the expenditure, what happens when something converts resonance. Essence is what allows things to move, affect, exist." He held his chin, too. "But if you smack the two of them together directly, the reaction is destructive. It's... almost like the proper way for resonance to behave is it becomes essence through a person: a demon or angel, anyway. But when you short that system, the system breaks and explodes."

They all looked at him, eyebrow raised. They didn't know what shorting something meant.

"I guess it's not really science," he said. "Hell's a world of intent, not physics, right?" The demons nodded. "The rune I learned from the Cainites and that Greg asshole--" Sensation sucker-punched him. He stopped, slowly removed his hand from his chin, and looked at his palm. Rock. Bone breaking. Blood splattering. Brains, pink, spilling.

"David?" Caera asked.

He closed his hand and wiped the thoughts away. What the fuck? Why did that blindside him so hard every time?

"That rune, it'll let me take a soul, and break it, if I have an anvil to work with. Far as I can tell from the runes, doing that will strip the soul of its resonance and essence. The soul goes to Hell to enter the remnant cycle. But the rest is trapped in the weapon. Maybe... Maybe a little more than just the resonance and essence gets trapped, though." He shuddered. Hopefully not. Going through hundreds of deaths in Hell as a remnant was rough enough. Being trapped in a weapon for thousands of years would be worse. "With the two energies trapped in the weapon, they react off each other, and create hellfire on the weapon blade."

It was easy to say the word hellfire. It was a different thing altogether to try and understand that Hell had its own unique brand of destruction: literally smashing the two aspects of existence together so hard they broke everything. Like a god child smashing the primordial forces together. Or a nuclear fission reaction.

"Anvil?" Jes asked. "The anvil the Cainites had broke. Any idea how they got it?"

"No." He closed his eyes and dug through the runes. The Great Tower. Hell. Heaven. The Material. But there were thousands, tens of thousands of runes for the smaller nuances. The red rivers. The burning bushes. The growing skulls and other bone. The statues Hell grew, its chains, its mausoleums and churches, and a bunch of other things.

Somewhere in the giant web connecting everything, the anvil was there. He dug through the mess, found it lying in a dark little corner where it wanted to be forgotten. An anvil. And the rune was active because of when he'd touched Greg. Would Mia know it? Maybe not. But the anvil was there, and the rune for hellfire binding.

There were a few other runes there, too. Meera metal. Aera metal. Not active, though. Maybe he could find the runes for them, too. If they were active, maybe he could see inside them, understand them, see how they worked, what the materials were. Meera metal was made of demon bone and blackstone, he already knew that.

He didn't want to know what aera metal was made of.

"I... I think..." He reached for the anvil rune. It awaited, a quiet thing in the web. "I can see the rune for the anvil."

"Whatever that means," Jes said.

"Most runes have to be 'awakened' for me to understand them. A couple angel runes are. The rune for hellfire binding is. The rune for sealing a spire aura is. The rune for the anvil is..." Awake. It was awake. If he wanted to, he could grab it, understand it, and use it.

He pulled his knees up to his chest. "I don't want to do it."

Jes squatted beside him. "Do what?"

"Sacrifice souls to make weapons."

The demons looked at each other, raising eyebrows.

"They are the damned," Acelina said. "They are hunted down, killed, and eaten by the thousands every day. In the Scar, they are collected and sold as slaves, sold as food, sold as battle fodder, sold as victims. And that is but a few of the horrible fates that await the damned in Hell. They are damned. Why do you care what happens to them?"

Her words cut through him, sliced through his soul, and scalded him. He slowly raised his head and glared up at the spire mother, glared hard, and she took a single slow step back. He got up. She tilted her head, and David took a step toward her, fists at his side. She took another step back.

Moriah got between them. Sighing, she set a hand on his shoulder and blocked off the sight of Acelina with a wing.

"She'll never understand, David." She guided him away from the demon, leaned in, and whispered. "And... it is times like these I am sorry I fought against you as I did."

He tried to smile for the angel. He failed. Eyes shut, he clenched his fist, but all that did was bring back that feeling. A rock in hand. Bone breaking under the pressure. Thunk. Thunk.

Daoka got up, hugged him snug from behind, set her chin on his shoulder, and chirped gently in his ear. Hands on his chest, she squeezed him tight, rubbed her cheek into his, and rubbed a horn on the top of his head.

"I'm fine," he said. "I'm fine."

Acelina grumbled and hooked her wings over her shoulders, thumb claw hooked around the neck like a cloak's string. But David could see the other demons' eyes trade quick glances with each other. They didn't understand why he'd choose to care about damned souls, either.

The reason was really simple. He didn't have a fucking choice. He just did.

He gently smacked his cheeks. "Okay, the party. I should be in a good mood for the party."

"Yes, agreed," Laoko said. "Las! Quick. Do something."

Daoka let him go soon enough for him to turn around, only to get surrounded by the Las. The little ladies hugged him, rubbed their faces against his shoulders, chest, and back, and fluttered their wings.

"David!" they chanted. "David. David. David."

He tried to lift his arms, but they held them, pinned him in their giant bear hug, and squished him. It worked. He laughed.

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He took down the wall of their cave, and in five minutes had several hundred incubi and succubi following him, along with at least a hundred betrayers, and a few vrats, brutes, gargoyles, satyrs, and a couple tigers and bat girls. Betrayers were usually naked, but they wore the old, uncolored silks tonight, flimsy fabric that barely covered anything. But it was the rest of the demons that caught his eye.

Everyone wore silks. Some wore red, some wore black. Some wore enough to cover most of their bodies. Some wore cloaks. Some wore flowing capes. Most wore flimsy clothes not unlike David's, minus his black gladiator sandals. And they wore jewelry, black chains, black necklaces, black piercings, most on the face but not all. Bracelets, anklets, belly chains, and a few nipple chains with said nipples hidden behind silk.

David's girls, on the other hand, wore armor. Only Tsila and Moriah were actually dressed appropriately, but--

"No no no," Tacharius said. "That won't do." He clapped his hands once. "Natalie!"

Natalie stepped out from behind the crowd. Short red hair, average height, she held a calm expression, but David spotted her suppressing some smiles. In her arms sat a mountain of red silks.

"For your friends," she said, and she handed Tsila the pile. "We can help them get dressed. You angels are already dressed, though. Maybe you can come with David to the party early, while the others get dressed?"

Jes hissed. "No way you're getting me out of my armor."

"And your weapon--"

"And I'm not leaving my weapon."

Tsila sighed, silks in hand, and she set them in Acelina's arms before facing the gargoyle.

"Trust angel eyes, Jeskura. We will be safe. You can relax tonight."

"Relax? We're--"

Acelina gently hit the gargoyle's wings with her own. "Come. We can get dressed and join David at the party."

Caera frowned and looked back and forth with her single eye. "I don't know..."

"Tsila's right," Moriah said. "It serves our plan. I will keep the boy safe." She stood with David and waved off the demons with a wing. "Though, try as you might, there is no jewelry or clothes you can find that will make you a tenth as attractive as an angel."

The demons snarled. David gulped. Thems was fighting words.

Daoka giggled, clicked up a storm, took some of the red silks, and disappeared back into their cave.

"Jewelry?" Acelina asked Tacharius.

"Natalie?" Tacharius asked Natalie. The betrayer nodded and scampered away. "She'll be right back." He leaned in and winked up at the spire mother. "I hope you remember who--"

"Oh shut up, volarin." Acelina spun, wings swinging out behind her like an evil queen's cape, and she walked back into the cave. "Come, girls. We should look our best tonight."

The Las giggled and followed, Daoka too. Jes rolled her eyes, but followed. Laoko smiled, winked at David, and followed. Caera did not.

David knelt beside Caera and pressed his forehead to hers. "Tsila and Moriah will keep me safe. Go have fun."

"Fun? Do I look like some spoiled princess Karen bitch from the scrying pools?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"That's what Jes called them."

He choked on a laugh and kissed her cheek. "Or not. Come with me and--"

"No. No no. If we're doing this, I'll dress up like a weak volara bitch and put on a show." She grumbled and prowled after the other girls.

David almost commented on how the girls were all comfortable going completely naked, so why were clothes and jewelry a problem? He stopped himself. A wise man knew when to say nothing.

Moriah and Tsila gestured for him, and he followed them out of the tunnels onto the terrace steps of the Scar.

It really was nighttime. The ember and fire sky darkened, and while flames still danced in the clouds, the clouds themselves were black. Shadows were everywhere, and David scanned the giant stone steps and their tunnels. He felt very exposed. If Demons had ways to make bows and arrows, he hadn't seen it yet, so if they wanted to kill him at a distance, they either had to whip a rock at him with great aim, or throw a weapon and hope they got lucky with the spin. And he had two angels with him. Angel eyes, like Tsila said. They'd see someone coming for him before he did, and they'd protect him. And unlike everyone else, they could summon their armor and weapons on the spot and unleash destruction.

And demons knew to give them space. As the two angels guided David to Zab's cave, hundreds of demons parted for them. No tetrads, but almost every other demon breed David had ever seen was here, watching him. Not watching the angels anymore. Him. Everyone for kilometers in any direction knew who he was on sight.

"Um..." David gestured at the path ahead to Zab's cave. "What's all this?"

"Decorations for the party," Tacharius said. "Though, maybe they went a little overboard, because you're here."

Decorations was a word for it. There were black chains everywhere, and skulls dangled from them. They hung from hooks in the walls. They hung from rock outcroppings. They hung from people's wrists. Silk, too, black and red silks dangled and hung from the terrace walls of the Scar, gently flapping in the soft breeze.

In the dark of night, everything looked different. Amber veins glowed, cast their orange light over metal, and the metal scattered the light over everything. Veins of blackstone in the dark red ground did the same, sent light about that never held still because the fire sky never held still, and it sparkled.

Way too much activity for twilight hours. Demons hid during twilight, and slept at night. And from the snorts, hisses, roars in the distance, hellbeasts in the Dens were getting more active. That was the problem with a place like that. Hellbeasts wanted to hunt during twilight, or at least they usually did; things were weird, lately.

Tacharius led the way. A thousand people followed.

"What's that sound?" David asked. A lot of bass-heavy thumping.

"Music," Tacharius said.

Music? Music involved electric guitars or violins, and singing. This wasn't music!

They stopped in front of the entrance to Zab's cave. Yeap, that was the so-called 'music'. Bass-heavy noise. A thousand hanging chains that hadn't been there yesterday hung from the entrance's overhang. If they'd been beads, he'd have expected to walk into a drug den or something, and find a bunch of wheat-wearing hippies stoned out of their minds. Nope, it was metal chains, decorated with hundreds of human skulls. And the music stirred them, vibration heavy enough the skulls rattled.

"Follow me," Tacharius said. "And, uh... stay close for now. You don't wanna get caught up in the mess."

"Mess?"

Tacharius pushed the chains apart and stepped inside. Moriah followed him first, and Tsila stayed at David's back. He felt better having two angels for personal bodyguards, but they wouldn't be able to save him from the worst, most heinous, awful villain of his life: social situations.

It was both exactly what he'd expected, and nothing like he'd expected. People were dancing, he'd expected that. Demons, gyrating, rubbing against each other, with silks doing a bad job keeping skin from touching skin. It was almost entirely demons, with betrayers on the edges of the huge cavern, naked. Probably to get pulled in later by any demons who wanted to enjoy them.

There were a few brutes, standing, enormous cocks hanging between their legs while succubi and incubi danced in front of them. Vrats, too. Gargoyles and tigers, satyrs, bat girls, a single minotaur, everyone was in the party, but it was the sex demons doing all the leading. They took the hands -- or cocks -- of the other demons and guided them into the dance. Though dance was a strong word, considering all they were doing was jumping up and down to the beat.

And damn, it was a beat. David didn't listen to rave music, but much as he wanted to hate it, it was pretty easy to get into the groove of a bass-heavy rave song. It was borderline fight music, but if you were the active sort, it could definitely be fuck music, too.

And people were fucking to it. Some leaned against the stone walls, some leaned against each other, some sat and piled on each other. Breasts spread with weight as women lay on their backs. Tongues pushed between spread legs. Claws wrapped necks. Cocks found skin, and painted with touch and hunger.

While the non-volas weren't using their auras, the volas were. They drowned the cavern with their sin auras, and unlike his auras, a demon's sin aura was direct. It didn't vibrate through the world. It stabbed. You could block it though, and he did, but it wasn't easy blocking a thousand knives at once. And big as the cave was, a thousand demons crammed into it meant it was full. And yet, somehow, the demons following him came into the cave, too.

Moriah followed Tacharius, and Tacharius pushed through to the scrying pool. Before they reached it, the shining lights drew David's eyes up, and he stared, hypnotized by the flowing light. The heavy music poured out of the pool, shook it, shook the cave, shook everything within, but the light show was what drew David in.

It wasn't amber. It was blue, and green, colors he hadn't seen in ages. The lights shot up, literal lasers launched by the scrying pool, and they divided against the shining blackstone in the ceiling. The colors scattered like a dozen disco balls, pulsed and danced, flashed. He wasn't epileptic, but if he had been, he'd be dead.

In the pulsing color show, everything looked stop motion, momentary glimpses of dancing and sex between the black and colors.

A succubus reached out to him, ran her fingers along his chest as he walked by, and smiled at him. Moriah pushed her aside with her wing. Another succubus came at him from the other side, naked, and she ran her fingers down his arm. Moriah pushed her away, too, gently, with feathers. A tiger approached, but before she got within a few meters, Moriah shot the creature a glare, and the tiger found a new target. Sex demons weren't a big deal, but other demons were too dangerous to let get close in this environment.

He kept walking. Tacharius passed the scrying pool, heading toward the back and its balconies and terraces, and Moriah followed. The sex demons weren't just interested in David. They wanted a piece of the angels, too, and they got in their way wearing wicked smiles. Moriah pushed through, but the volas reached out and touched her as she passed. Like David, she got touched in a million places, hands reaching out in the pulsing light and dragging gently along her wings, her clothes, her bare arms and legs, and more than a few leaned in a little too close. She shoved them back, but she played nice, and no one got knocked over.

The volas chatted, called out to them, tried to dance with them, but Tacharius kept walking. Talking would be impossible with how loud the music was in the center of the cavern, but the demons tried anyway.

"Come!" a succubus yelled into David's ear. He turned long enough to see the woman pull her silks from her body, expose her heavy, hanging breasts, and curl her fingers toward him.

Tsila nudged him along.

"Come!" said another succubus. Tall, thin, she took his hand and set it on her stomach. She would have guided it lower, if Tsila hadn't nudged him along again.

Some incubi tried to approach Moriah and get her attention, and with everyone swimming in sex auras, their huge cocks were out, swaying. A brave incubus got in her path, tall, muscular, with more than a few scars on his body, and chains dangling from his neck and wrist.

Moriah nudged the man aside with a wing. Surprising she didn't just deck him.

When they passed the scrying pool, David took a peek inside. It was an indoor concert. He had no idea who the band was, or what subgenre of electronic music it was, or if you could even call someone behind a DJ table a 'band', but whoever they were, they had hundreds of people in the crowd, jumping to the beat. And somehow, the scrying pool knew where to put the view so it captured the lighting, while also capturing the music. There were no volume dials. How did it know how loud to be?

On the other side of the cavern, they reached one of the raised platforms. Moriah half climbed, half flew up, but Tsila took David's arms and flew straight up. The crowd turned and watched, mouths dropping. She set him on the platform, a terrace ledge that looked out over the huge cavern and the dancing below. David risked a peek back and froze as his eyes wandered over the beautiful demons.

So much skin. It was strange how wearing more clothes made them look naked, but the way their red and black silk garments did a poor job covering anything made them all look so exposed. Hands up in the air, or on others' shoulders, or on their own hips, demons danced, jumped with the beat, bounced with it, pressed to each other and mimicked the dancing in the scrying pool. And with all the volas unleashing their sex auras, the air was thick with sexuality, hummed with it, and each breath David took sent the aura into his lungs. He fought it off, blocked it, but he could feel it tickle along his skin, like a hot shower.

And the sights, god damn. Sex, everywhere. In certain places, the dancing was less volatile and more gyrating, hips locked, hands on breasts and asses or squeezing necks. Fingers around cocks, lips around nipples. Plenty of the demons were on the ground, piled on each other, and in the pulsing light and waving of limbs, David couldn't tell where one body started and another ended. It wasn't only the volas. All the demon breeds were getting the royal treatment. Brutes getting serviced by multiple mouths. A tiger had three incubi filling her. One succubus offered her betrayer to a gargoyle, and the gargoyle took the man to the wall, pinned him, and rode him standing, one leg up.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

David looked to his side. Zabulon, with black silks flowing over him like a robe, was already leaning in over David's shoulder, and spoke directly into his ear over the music. A few succubi stood behind him, bodies decorated with black jewelry, red silks hanging loosely over their bodies.

There was a giant blanket of goort leather for a bed, multiple layers, with several layers of black silk on it. A fuck bed just for him.

"I think it is beautiful," Tsila yelled. Always with the yelling. That's just how people talked at an ear-damaging club.

Zab raised an eyebrow, confused expression slowly turning into an evil little smile.

"You'll join us, angel?"

"I had planned to guard the boy, but I know the power of his aura. I cannot resist it. No one can." She hugged herself and rubbed her arms. "You will see."

"I hope so. Everyone is here to feel the power of an unmarked's aura."

David squirmed. At this rate, he was going to get performance anxiety.

"Be under no illusions," Moriah yelled. "Tsila and I can summon our armor and weapons at a whim. So much as look at the boy with cruel intent, and I will cut you down."

"You have nothing to fear from us," Zabulon said. "Right, Tacharius?"

Tacharius put up his hands. "I'm just here to make friends."

"You're here to make allies," Moriah said, rolling her eyes.

The incubus shrugged, grinned, made a small bow to Zabulon, and hopped several terrace steps back down into the crowd below. Without missing a beat, he threw himself into the fray of bodies, shoulder to shoulder, and disappeared in the mess of sex and dancing.

"You want to see David's power," Moriah yelled. "Then give us space."

Zab faced the angel. "What?"

"Give us space. David is not some mindless volarin. And he is not some bound betrayer. He is an unmarked soul. Give him space." She gestured out to the crowd below with a wing. "You will know when it happens, and I am sure you will enjoy it more if you are down there with your kin."

Zabulon frowned, gave David a scrutinising squint, but nodded and followed Tacharius's path down into the crowd. His succubi followed.

Moriah joined David and leaned in over his shoulder. "Are you sure you wish to do this?"

"We need to, right?"

"You know what will happen when you use it."

He nodded and gulped. Sex. A lot of sex. This wasn't exactly prostitution, but it felt pretty damn weird to be purposefully coming to a party with intent to seduce everyone with his aura, so they'd do his bidding. Replace 'aura' with 'body' and it got pretty fucked up.

"I do."

"I won't ask you to do this," Moriah said. "We can find another way."

He almost agreed. Maybe this wasn't worth it. Maybe it'd be better to just push through the Scar with the girls? And maybe he wouldn't need to use his aura to convince demons to help him?

"I don't know. I don't really mind. I'm--"

Caera pushed the dangling chains of the entrance apart and walked into the cavern on her hind legs. Standing up, only the brutes were taller, but despite the size, no demons gave her any space. There was no space to give. She walked through the crowd, gently sliding between bodies, her red silks hanging from her shoulders, and each person she bumped into caused the fabric to slide off and reveal her muscular-but-curvy nude form.

David stared and gulped. The clothes highlighted everything he liked about her shape. No wonder demons had a thing for the Scar's silks.

He waved. Caera smiled up at him and headed his way, and Jes and Daoka followed. Same thing, each wearing some flimsy dresses, like ancient Greek togas except a thousand times more revealing, all red. The closer they got, the more the shimmering of their shiny black jewelry stuck out, catching the blues and greens of the rave lights.

There was no space, but the crowd made space anyway when Laoko and Acelina entered. They'd seen tetrads and spire mothers before, but David suspected they'd never seen them in this environment, or from this close.

Acelina wore the silks like she'd been born in them, extra sway in her hips showing how the dangling fabrics revealed her thick thighs and accented her tiny waist. Her breasts jiggled with each step, silk curtains over each nipple doing nothing to hide them. And Laoko was the same, a touch more muscular and built than Acelina, but still very curvy. Within seconds of being in the room, their skin went from dark red to full-on red, and the jiggle dialed up to eleven.

Each had a La on their shoulder, two for each demon. The little ladies didn't wear any clothes, or armor, but they did wear jewelry. A lot of jewelry. Probably a smart move, not letting the little ladies wear silks they'd likely get torn up.

And as the two huge demonesses grew closer, David squinted and spotted a nipple chain hanging from underneath Acelina's breast curtains, connecting the two giant pillows. And Laoko had the same.

He gulped. Again.

"David!" Lasca yelled from Acelina's shoulder. She fluttered her wings and waved, legs hanging beside Aceline's chest.

"David!"

"David!"

"David!"

The Las waved up at him, big happy shark smiles on full display. They waved like he might not see them, and considering they were all naked, that was four sets of boobs swaying left and right.

His aura lit up, but he held it down.

Through the pulsing light and between the blinks of pure black shadow, his friends joined him. Caera arrived first, climbed the rock wall, and joined him on his platform. Still standing on her hind legs, she definitely had a more demony dinosaur look to her, and she licked her fangs as she grinned down at him, sealing the image. He gulped.

Jes climbed up. Dao jumped up. Jes grinned and stretched, showing off her lithe, fit body. The satyr smiled at David and gave her breasts a shake. Jiggle jiggle. She didn't have a nipple chain, but the swaying revealed a dangling chain hanging from each nipple anyway. He gulped.

Laoko and Acelina climbed up, and by this point, David knew what would happen. They landed, and four enormous pillows rippled. He stared, and gulped.

Moriah groaned. "I suppose with these harlots helping you, igniting your sex drive is easy enough."

Jes shrugged. "What, he doesn't want to?"

"I do," David said. "Just, we were considering the morality and ethics of it, as it pertains to me, and--"

Jes held up a hand and mimed talking. "Dude. You're gonna get so much pussy tonight. You complaining?"

He copied Moriah's groan, but it didn't last. The Las hopped down and joined him, giggling and jumping and waving their wings in the lights.

"Loud!" one said.

"Loud!" another said.

"Dance!"

"Dance!"

"Grems and imps can't dance!" Laria giggled, spun around, and only Laoko's quick hands kept her from falling into the crowd below.

David couldn't dance to save his life. Neither could the Las, apparently.

Latia came up to him and hugged him. "Bed?"

"Yes," Acelina said, practically purring. "Seduce them all, David. In the Scar, sex reigns. Have the volas, their betrayers, the others, even the imps and grems outside, have them bow to your will. Make them beg for a taste of your aura. Make them kneel." Everyone stared at the spire mother, especially when she spread her enormous, thin wings, and gestured out at the people dancing below. "Make them yours!"

It would have been a scary speech, if not for how ridiculously hot she looked with the silks barely covering anything. He couldn't help but stare at her back, at her tiny waist above her wide hips, and at how the dangling silk two-split skirt showed off her huge ass.

He was horrible. He was absolutely horrible. And yet here he was, standing on a platform overlooking a rave orgy, tasked with seducing them all, and fully planning to do it.

Because it'd be fun.

Because it'd be great.

Because the idea of his girls all fucking him while a thousand demons fucked in the background was hot.

Maybe he really was an incubus?

"We have a plan for tonight," Caera said into his ear. "You just lie back and do what you do."

"You sure?"

"Definitely." She nudged her short cat-ish snout into his lips, kissed him, licked him, and guided him to the bed. "If you want to."

"I uh..." He looked Caera up and down. Her standing so much was unusual, but it let him admire the S curves of her body. Like throwing gasoline on a fire. "I do."

"Of course he does," Jes said. "He's the kind of guy who'd sell his soul for a single night with a succubus."

"I would not! Not... my soul."

She laughed. "Yeah, uh huh." She guided him to the bed and threw him onto it, literally. Pretty damn soft. "Laoko?"

"Then we shall begin," the tetrad said. She faced the crowd, and spoke in a booming voice. "Volara. Succubi of the Scar. Approach! Some of you will be lucky tonight."

David sat up. "Wait, what?"

Caera joined him on the huge pile of blankets, pushed him down, and lay beside him. The bed didn't have legs, just a big lump of leather covered in silk sheets, so the girls didn't have to worry about it breaking if they got on it with him. And they did get on. Jes, Dao, they crawled over to him and snuggled to his right, while Caera snuggled on his left. Moriah and Tsila stood beside them, and Moriah drilled her eyes into Laoko's back.

"I don't know," the angel said.

But Caera laughed and shook her head. "It'll help with seducing everyone if they get a piece of David." She licked his cheek. "Just think of them as sex toys we'll be using on you."

Gulp.

The Las jumped onto the pile of sheets and hopped around, literally, bouncing and throwing their arms up again. Jiggling breasts, jiggling, firm butts, and jiggling wings.

Laoko knelt down and reached over the edge of the platform. Easy to do with four arms. And when she came back up, two succubi dangled from her hands. Naked succubi.

David sat up again. Caera pushed him back down again.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Caera pressed her body into him, squished her soft breasts against his chest and shoulder, and licked his neck.

"You want to fuck us first, right?"

"Of course." Where was this going?

Daoka sat up by his hip, clicked, and gestured to the two succubi Laoko held out like the tetrad had just gone shopping and was returning with some bags full of expensive shoes.

"I was against it," Jes said. "Don't fuck these lazy bitches, only us. But, hey, if you're gonna hit them with your aura, probably fair they get a piece of you."

"I uh... I mean..."

Laoko dropped the two succubi at his feet. They landed gracefully, everything rippling and jiggling. Thin, busty, tall, they looked like classic succubi, nipples and navel pierced, along with their clit hoods. Grinning, they approached, hips swaying, and each straddled one of his legs. They were wet.

The music grew quiet -- for a whole three seconds -- before it slid into something more pop, something with gaps in the sound, and the succubi used them to speak.

"An unmarked soul," the left one said. "I hear great things about you."

"Indeed," the right one said. She slid closer, and dragged her pussy's lips along his legs, leaving a trail of her juices. "Have you ever lain with a succubus?"

He looked at Dao, who still sat beside him, while Jes and Caera cuddled his shoulders. The satyr grinned like a girl in a candy store and gestured at the two naked women, and she chirped.

"I... haven't," he said.

"Oh, we can be your first?"

"First? I mean, I've--"

Right giggled and crawled forward. "Your first with a succubus."

"I mean, is that... different?"

Caera laughed, sat up, and sat behind him. She spread her legs, slid forward, pulled him toward her, and set his head on her stomach. He was free to lay back on the bed, his torso on Caera's stomach, head between her breasts, and his arms spread out over her legs. Dao and Jes sat on her left and right, leaning over her legs so they could touch him, kiss him, and caress his chest. But his lower half was completely unguarded, and the two succubi had free rein of it.

"It is different," Left said. "Very." With a haughty little chuckle, she climbed forward, too, and nudged her knee against his testicles. "You've resisted our auras. You are powerful. Show us yours."

He gulped again, looked up at Caera, and the tiger warrior smiled down at him and licked her fangs. She wanted to see this. And there was something so damn hot about that, his blood ignited, and his aura flowed out of him.

~~♥♥♥~~

The two succubi gasped and set their hands on their sternums, breasts squashed to their forearms. They looked back at Laoko and Acelina, and the two huge demons watched from the foot of the bed, both grinning; Acelina's grin was much deadlier. Left and Right succubi both leaned forward, their huge breasts hanging underneath them, and they both set their fingers on his hips and abs.

"It tingles," Left said.

"It does," Right said. "It... It pulses through me, like the music." She groaned louder, and rubbed herself harder against his leg. "You can do this whenever you want?"

"Whenever he's horny," Jes said. "Which is pretty much all the time."

Left sighed bliss and slipped some claws under his clothes. "We can take you? Have you?"

Caera growled. "You can fuck him, but he's mine."

"Of course," the succubi said, subtle smiles melting as they humped his legs. "Of course."

Both ladies leaned in and peeled away his clothes, but he'd have to get up to get rid of them completely. The girls knew it, too, but they also knew he could regrow the clothes whenever he wanted, so they did what they sometimes did. Caera ripped his clothes off, and both succubi gasped and chuckled.

Their eyes wandered his naked body, to his cock, and they both gasped again. Right slipped feminine hands under it and held it in her palm as it grew longer, and longer, and thicker.

"So big," Left said. "How big does it get?"

"Plenty," Acelina said. She squatted down behind the two succubi and crawled forward. So damn big, she straddled both his shins and set her hands on the succubi's shoulders. "But for now, how about as big as an incubus, David?"

Incubus, right. That was still ridiculously huge, nearly a foot long. But he focused, imagined it, imagined how it'd feel to fill a succubus up with that size, and a pulse of heat flowed through him. His body listened and adopted the image.

The succubi moaned, and both wrapped his cock with their hands. Without a word, they leaned in, brought their lips to his cock, and kissed it.

Jes laughed and slapped his chest with her tail.

"How the fuck did it come to this? This fucking little kid, surrounded by us hot bitches, and now you got a couple sex demons sucking on your dick."

Daoka chirped and nodded, teasing his chest with her claws.

David tried to listen, but couldn't. Tingling pulses of pleasure flowed down his cock as the two succubi each slowly stroked his length, and both girls kissed his exposed glans. His sensitive skin, now wet with saliva and lips, sent electricity through him.

"David special," Latia said. She squatted beside them, and made no effort to hide touching herself, masturbating as her eyes slid up and down his body.

Jes scoffed. "Talk like that will go to his head."

He wanted to say something, but the look in the succubi's eyes struck him still. They weren't just kissing his cock. They were enraptured. The two ladies moaned onto him, sent buzzing vibration along his length as they slid their lips around and around his glans, kissing each other as much as him. Right opened her mouth wide, very wide, took his huge girth into her mouth, and eased it down her throat. Down, and down, until she wrapped her lips around the base of him, and looked up at him.

Left leaned in, determined to keep helping, and she kissed her friend's lips where they were taut around him.

Laoko grinned down at him, stepped back, and disappeared.

"Laoko?" he asked, but his voice was too quiet. Too hard to yell. All he could do was lie there and shiver as the succubus's throat wrapped every inch of his length in tight suction. It only got worse when her friend sat up again, slipped her claws into her friend's tendril hair, and worked her head up and down for her.

All the while, Acelina sat behind the two succubi, straddling his legs, a bit of her massive shark grin showing on her black canvas face.

Laoko returned, and she had two more succubi with her. Wearing a smile all too similar to Acelina's, she dangled the two ladies from above. They had different builds than the two on David, skinnier, daintier, small breasts, one girl tall and the other short. Laoko set them down by his legs, and they stared down at David with awe.

They got on their knees and snuggled in beside the other two succubi. Succubi had no spikes, no wings, short claws, skinny little tails, and two short black horns on their foreheads, sticking up from their black tendril dreadlocks. Unlike other demons, it was easy for them to press to each other, rub against each other, and they did exactly that. Four ladies fought for room around him, ran their hands along his body, along Caera's legs, and climbed on each other to make room.

The succubus deep-throating him switched off, and the girl beside her winked at him and did the same. She slowly took him to the base, held him in her throat, and lulled her head around as she licked the underside of his cock in her mouth.

Laoko presented a fifth succubus.

"Laoko!" he yelled through the music. "I don't think we need that many--"

She set the succubus down, a tall and absurdly busty succubus with necklaces, bracelets, and a nipple chain connecting her two breasts, like Laoko and Acelina's. The new woman smiled down at him, but looked up at Laoko and gestured for her. Laoko leaned in, and the two had some sort of conversation between themselves, buried under the music.

Laoko smiled, nodded, and disappeared into the pit. Going to talk to someone, maybe?

David opened his mouth, but tingling electric shots pulsed down through his cock. The succubus deep-throating him lifted her head up, and suckled on the head instead. The other three joined in, and four heads fought for room around his immense length while they kissed it.

"Don't worry about making him cum," Caera said. "He can cum as much as he wants."

The four succubi all raised their heads and stared at Caera. "Really?" they said.

"Yes. Have fun."

The succubi's smiles grew wide, and they again devoured his cock. They pinned it to his abs, climbed further over him, pressed their breasts down against his legs, his hips, his arms, pinned him under their four bodies, and suckled and kissed his length.

He came. The two ladies sucking on the tip slid their lips back and forth along his glans, and made sure each gush of cum splashed against their mouths. They kissed each other, pinned his glans between their lips and just under his sternum, and his cum poured over and between their mouths and tongue before falling onto his chest.

Caera reached out from behind him, slid her claws into the two succubi's hair, and guided them, pinning them to his cock. The two demons moaned onto him and lapped up his cum with wet kisses as more squirted onto their awaiting smiles.

The music changed. The girls sat up, and their smiles switched to excitement.

"This song!" one said.

"Oh, Salora," another said, and she looked back at the fifth succubus Laoko had fetched, still standing and watching, caressing herself. "You want to treat him?"

"Of course."

The ladies all giggled. Jes and Daoka shared some quick glances. The Las were rubbing on each other, snuggled up to Jes and Dao, but barely paying attention to anything anymore as they rubbed their clits. Acelina just watched, forever kneeling around David's shins. Maybe she was playing protector, ready to stop or kill a succubus if they tried to hurt him. Or maybe she just liked watching him cum from up close.

The four succubi made room for the fifth. She stood over him, grinning, a tiny chain dangling from her clit hood.

"I am Salora," she said.

He gulped. "I uh... I heard."

She laughed. Her voice had a smoky, husky flavor, and combined with her height and curves, she definitely had that super confident pornstar vibe.

The new music came in slow, with a powerful, thick, heavy beat. And as the beat took over the cavern, the demons within moved to it. He couldn't see the crowd below anymore, but he could feel their feet, vibrating the ground as they all moved together to dance with the new song.

And the succubi with him did, too, Salora especially. She tilted her hips and shoulders, each a quick, sudden motion with a hard stop, each causing her breasts to ripple. Somehow, she moved down closer to him with the beat, only moving when the beat allowed, each motion a dance.

She grabbed his cock, aimed it up, and set her pussy against its underside where it met his testicles. She held it to her stomach with one hand, leaned back, and danced with the beat, always fast, rushed motions that came to quick stops between pulses of sound.

He stared, mesmerized. He didn't know shit about dancing, but every single movement was perfectly timed, perfectly arranged, always showing off each curve of her body. A quick glance up showed the other girls were staring, too, all eyes on Salora as she gave him a lap dance.

On beat, she knelt up, set the head of his cock against her pussy lips, and lowered herself. She didn't take him all. Only a few inches at first, a sudden slide down in sync with the rhythm. Each pause let her lean body ripple, her breasts jiggle against her chest, and her nipple chain bounce against her. She sank another few inches with a quick motion, and her tiny clit chain bounced against his cock.

Salora stared down at him, his body, his cum-covered chest and abs, and his length. Mouth open in a hungry smile, she forced herself down another inch with the beat, and another, each met with a sway of her hips to the left, to the right, and the same from her shoulders. Straddling him, she devoured him to the hilt, and her belly bulged past the navel as his cock fought against the tightness of her boiling hot insides.

The dance didn't stop. She held out her hands to her sides and continued, the music growing heavier, and her movements growing larger with them. No more sudden motions, but big motions, sways and dips of her body that matched the beat, were controlled by the beat, and her body flowed with them.

Her lower body moved independently of her upper body. As her arms twisted and her torso swayed, her hips raised higher and higher, and once she got to the tip of his cock, she dropped her hips hard on the beat. The sudden drop swallowed every inch of him, and he squirmed as her wet depths squeezed. Her pussy stretched to fit him, her insides pushed inward by his length, but it didn't bother her at all. And as she raised herself up again, slivers of her insides dragged along his girth, exposing wet, pink flesh.

Caera took his hands and set them on Salora's thighs. He shivered, held the stranger's legs, and watched as she danced on him.

"Okay," Jes said. "That's... a pretty hot dance. I--" She groaned, melted into Caera and David's side, and spread her legs. A succubus crawled between her thighs and devoured her pussy.

Daoka nodded, clicked a few times as she gestured to Salora, and did the same as Jes. She leaned back, against the stone wall, cozied up against Caera's side, and spread her legs so a stranger could get between her thighs. Dao and Jes reached over David's chest, held hands, and watched Salora dance on him while two succubi ate their slits.

His succubus changed gears and danced double time, every motion twice as fast but still matching the beat. David held on, squeezed the woman's thighs, stared at the way her huge breasts flowed and jiggled against her chest, and he came inside her.

Salora giggled, leaned forward, put her palms against his chest, and ground on him. Still with the music, but her motions were smoother, less harsh, while her insides squeezed in time with the dance. She milked him. Every motion, every clench of her insides, all of it was a choreographed dance.

Until Acelina grabbed her hips and bounced her on his cock.

"Zotiva!" Salora said, looking back.

Acelina showed her shark smile, but kept her eyeless gaze on David. She bounced the succubus hard, earned some desperate moans from the demoness, and broke her once perfect, confident exterior.

"More, David," Acelina said. "Fill her more."

Gasoline on a fire. The words shot heat through him and into his desires. The desires affected him, affected his body in ways he didn't understand, but his cock did. It grew bigger, and the succubus gasped.

"Unmarked!" she yelled. "W-Wait! Not so... much..." She stared down past her bouncing breasts, past her nipple chain, and down at the enormous bulge pushing out along her stomach, past her navel, and nearly touching her sternum. And as he grew inside her, Acelina didn't stop bouncing her. Her insides clenched desperately, but that meant nothing to Acelina.

All David could do was force himself to stay still as the succubus bounced on him while he was still cumming. He pumped cum deep into her, filled her womb, bulged her belly more, and the moment he finished cumming, Salora came. She held Acelina's hands, haughty moans turning to weak pants and mewls, but the spire mother gave her no mercy. She bounced her long and hard, only slowing when Salora's juices joined David's.

And then she lifted the succubus and set her aside. David's cock fell free, splatted against his abs and sternum, and the succubus lay by Acelina's leg.

Nearby succubi stared at their defeated kin, and the massive girth now resting on David's body.

One spoke up. "That's... um..."

Laoko returned with two more succubi. She set one down, who immediately snuggled in near Jeskura and the woman eating her out. The other knelt down, but was scooped up by Acelina, and turned. The spire mother set the stranger down on David's waist, facing Acelina, and she held the woman by her hips. Whoever this was, she had a huge ass.

"Whoa!" the succubus said. "That's as big as Tarkissa's! I uh... maybe we could... not--" She squeaked and squirmed as Acelina picked her up.

Caera chuckled, reached down, grabbed his cock, and guided it back up. Like a team in sync, Acelina set the succubus's ass on David's glans, and gently worked the girl down.

"Um! Um!" The succubus's tail swung wildly. "I didn't realize he'd be so big! Maybe we could--"

Acelina pushed the girl down, and his cum-soaked cock drenched the girl's asshole before pushing it apart. She spread around his glans, and sank down and down, Acelina making sure to tilt the girl side to side and work his cock into her in a playful rhythm with the beat. The girl looked back over her shoulder, eyes wide, but her mouth hung open and her head tilted back as David's length sank deeper into her ass, and her guts.

Her large ass devoured him, molded to his pelvis, but it didn't stay there. Acelina held the woman's hips and worked her back and forth. The succubus twisted, turned to half face David, and he got a peek of the bulge his cock made on her stomach, before she melted and fell toward him. Acelina didn't let her fall. She tightened her grip on the succubus's waist, made her stay sitting upright, and ground her on David like a toy.

Laoko returned with two more succubi, and two more. David forced himself to look away from the large, red ass flowing along his lower abdomen, and at the surrounding girls. Laoko had gone fishing. A dozen succubi now joined them on the platform, and while a few knelt around David and stared at the way he was filling the new girl, most were on their hands and knees, with mouths wrapped around pussies and breasts. Caera still sat behind David, her legs spread around him, his back against her stomach, but Daoka stood up, stepped over him, and joined her girlfriend. The gargoyle and satyr melted together beside Caera's leg, hugged and kissed each other, but it was impossible to tell where they ended and the succubi began, as six of the sex demons put their mouths on the couple and pushed tongues into any holes they could find.

On David's other side, Tsila had fallen. She lay on the stone, completely naked save for her sandals, and two succubi did the same to her as they did Jes and Dao. Laoko fetched more succubi from below, and the Las squealed with excitement as the tall sex demons rolled their eyes, laughed, got on their knees beside David, and devoured the little ladies. Latia took Daoka's old position, smiled big and bright at David, and leaned in for a kiss. Caera let her. And David kissed her back. Hard to do, with how goblin-like their mouths were, wide and full of sharp teeth, but Latia made it work, and she giggled and rubbed her face on his neck.

Her giggles turned into whimpers when a succubus got behind her, leaned in, and slipped her long tongue into Latia's body.

Laoko fetched more succubi, again. Some had piercings, some didn't. Some wore jewelry, some didn't. Some wore silk clothes, but tossed them when they saw what was going on. Tall, short, skinny, curvy, busty, not busty, the gamut of sexy body shapes surrounded him, eyes locked on their kin in the middle getting used like a toy by the spire mother.

The woman on his cock groaned, buried her face in Acelina's breasts, and held on as she came. Her ass clenched hard, and something warm and wet trickled down onto David's testicles. Acelina's smile was utterly evil, and she continued to grind the large, firm ass of her victim on his body.

"I told you," Acelina said. "Volas are but slaves to their desires. They cum as easily as you."

He gulped and nodded. The succubi stared down at him, and most of them touched themselves, played with their swelling nipples, rubbed their clits, and soon got on their knees and crawled in closer. They were hypnotized by him, by his aura, by what he was doing to their kin.

And he liked the way they stared at him, what must have been normally confident, sexy eyes, all mesmerized by him. Ego stroking, but it was more than that. He liked the way they liked.

A dozen succubi got on their knees and crawled toward him, breasts gently swaying underneath them. They pressed up to his legs, straddled them, straddled each other's legs, and rubbed each other's bodies. They pressed to Caera's legs, straddled them, and suckled on her breasts, inches from David's face. They crawled onto his friends, under them, and soon Daoka, Jes, and the Las all disappeared underneath the softer bodies of the sex demons. His girls tried to stay close to David, but there was only so much space around him, and soon every inch was filled with the curves of succubi thighs.

He came again, heat pouring up from under his testicles, up his length, and into the awaiting, trembling guts of the succubus toy. Acelina growled with satisfaction, lifted the succubus up, and set her on the growing pile of limbs and grinding movement beside them. David was still cumming, though, and Acelina wrapped her hands around his cock and jerked him off. His cum squirted over her breasts and joined the tiny trickle of milk leaking from her nipples. Every succubus who could, stared.

David somehow managed to look up at Caera, and she smiled down at him, single eye almost glazed over with what had to be arousal, judging from the sex aura she was pushing out. The two succubi kissing her tits were doing a number on her.

'Again', she mouthed.

He wanted to go again. He wanted to fuck all of them.

"This one," Laoko said, holding another succubus out, dangling from her hands. "This one thinks herself a mastermind."

The new succubus managed a smile, but her eyes locked onto David's cock, and the way Acelina milked a few more drops of cum out of him with each stroke.

"I never said mastermind," the stranger said. "I just--"

Laoko handed her to Acelina, and Acelina set the girl on David's lap, facing him. There was barely any room, and the succubus had to work to get her knees to the blanket, slipping it between Caera's legs, and a dozen other succubi.

She was tall compared to the others, as tall as Jes, with a thin frame, narrow waist, and small breasts. Fashion runway model sort of build, complete with the sexy silks hanging over her body but barely covering anything.

Even through the pulsing, beat-heavy music, David could hear the unending moans, mewls, and whimpers around him.

"I am Valencia," she said. "Salora--" She looked to the side. "Oh, Salora. You... defeated her already."

"Sex as a sport," Caera said, laughing.

"If Salora is your friend," Acelina said, "I imagine you want to dance for David as well?"

"I... had planned. But I didn't realize he'd be this... large. I--"

Acelina slipped the clothes off the succubus -- surprising she didn't rip them off -- and lifted the girl up. Valencia gasped and held on as Caera aimed his cock up for him again.

With a dark chuckle, Acelina set the succubus's soaked pussy against his glans, and sank her down. Her skinny body struggled to fit him, but Acelina was determined, and she pushed down harder. The succubus gasped and squirmed, but Caera held his cock still, and Acelina was not gentle. Valencia's pussy spread wide, and the demoness outright groaned as her taut lips sank around his glans, slipped around the groove of its base edge, and dragged along his soaked length as she sank deep. Not even half of his length inside her, he pressed against her depths, earning a weak gasp and moan, only for Acelina to push the girl down more. Valencia stretched deep, and stared down at her own body as the bulge pushed past her navel, reached higher, and only stopped just shy of her sternum as her lips found the base of his cock.

She panted like a dog in the sun.

"Dance," Acelina said.

"What?"

"Dance." She slapped the succubus's ass. Hard to do with so many bodies pressed around her, her giant thighs completely covered in nearby succubi overlapping each other.

Valencia sucked in a breath; David felt it. Trembling, the succubus raised her arms and danced, but the motions were a struggle. She could barely move. She tried again, managed a few twists, and leaned back against Acelina, panting faster.

"Too big. Too--"

Other succubi reached out, climbed over each other, over Jes and Dao, over Caera's legs, over the Las, and got their hands on Valencia. And they moved her. Half a dozen naked, beautiful women climbed onto David's body, his legs and arms, his sides, grabbed their penetrated kin, and forcibly moved her back and forth, and up and down. They squeezed her small breasts and massaged them. They massaged her clitoris, earning hard clenches of the tall succubus's insides. They grabbed her ass and thighs. They put hands on the bulge pushing out against her body and pressed on it, sending pulses of bliss through David's cock, and pulling shaky groans from Valencia. She came, mouth open, eyes locked on her taut pussy, and the juices leaking out of her.

He wanted to fuck them all, especially his girls, but the succubi, too. So many girls, all over him, all over his girls, pleasuring him and them. He wanted to fuck them all, make them all feel good. Laoko fetched more succubi, and the platform almost overflowed, not a single foot left uncovered by women with red skin, naked, crawling over each other, rubbing breasts on breasts, sliding along each other in a sea of flesh. He wanted to fuck them all, more than one at a time.

Acelina pulled her head back, looked down, and froze.

"David," she said. "What... What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't. The music pulsed in his ears. The bodies surrounded him, more, growing tighter and tighter. A dozen breasts squashed against him, against each other. Lips found his chest, his stomach, and kissed away the cum lining the grooves of his abs. So much skin, so much softness, while a beautiful woman sat on his cock, trying to dance to the music but failing while her sisters fucked him with her body.

Acelina picked up a nearby succubus, earned a surprised squeak from the busty lady, and lowered her down into the space between her and Valencia. Another pussy spread over his cock, and a whimpering woman moaned as the spire mother forced her down and down onto him, until he stretched her taut pussy in all directions. Two pussies at once.

Wait a minute.

David's eyes opened wide, and he sat up, elbows to the ground. "What the..."

Acelina shrugged. "You tell me, unmarked." With an evil chuckle, she reached around the succubus between her and Valencia, and lifted Valencia off his cock. It slipped free, landed on his abs and roaming succubi hands, and yet, the other succubus was on his cock, too, a bulge on her belly, her back against Acelina's stomach.

Two cocks.

"I've heard," Laoko said, standing over them, "that some children of the Old Ones were so endowed." Nodding, she scooped up another succubus, and handed her to Acelina; she couldn't get close without stepping on and squashing a succubus with her hooves. "What are you, David?"

"I... I don't know. I--"

The succubi surrounding him, with wide eyes and dropped jaws, grabbed his free cock and aimed it up. Acelina wasted no time, set the next succubus on his glans, and lowered her. Already dripping wet, the shorter, busty lady sank onto his cock, and mewled the whole way down, squirming. She burst into whimpers, leaned back against the succubus behind her, and stared down at her bulging belly.

"David," Caera said. "You... What're you..." Despite the words, she didn't sound disturbed. She sounded engrossed, and horny.

"I don't know." He squirmed a bit, too. Hard to do with literally a dozen women pressed against his sides and legs, with succubi pressed against those succubi. Sardines in a can. He wasn't going anywhere.

"He's special," a succubus said. "The unmarked is special."

"Special."

"Special."

"Special."

He gulped and looked at them. Several sat up so they could stare down at him, hungry and licking their lips. Others sat up so they could grab the two succubi riding him and help Acelina grind them on his cocks. He'd never planned to make them so big, but Acelina had enticed him into it. Two cocks though, he'd never thought about that, never thought he could do that. He'd just thought about... fucking more than one at a time.

What the fuck was going on with his body?

As the succubus pressed against Acelina's lap climaxed, Moriah came over. She slowly slipped out of her potram clothes, and the white silks faded away between pulses of the blue and green light and moments of blackness. It took her time to find spots to walk, and more than a few times she had to slip her feet between the grooves of bodies pressed together. But she got to him, stood between kneeling succubi, and stared down at David's body and the two succubi riding him.

"You're not... entirely human, are you?" she asked.

"I... don't know." He expected to see the angel distraught, or disturbed, or worried.

Moriah looked entranced.

Naked, with only some gold jewelry and her gold sandals still on, the angel reached down, lifted the further-back succubus off him, and set the panting, exhausted woman on the pile of succubi. They laid her out on the pile of ever-shifting red skin, and devoured her. But Moriah stood over him, shifted to stand between Acelina and the succubus on his more forward cock, and she lowered herself. She grabbed his cock, set it to her pussy, and lowered herself.

Acelina's shark smile came out again. She took the angel's hips and guided her down. Maybe it was the aura, or maybe Moriah didn't want to give the succubi the wrong impression, but the angel didn't fight Acelina. She relaxed, let the spire mother guide her, and her tight, powerful muscles squeezed David's cock all the way down.

Panting with the effort, Moriah spread her wings, and moaned. She'd been standing on the sidelines this whole time, watching, doing nothing. Resisting, apparently. Now she let loose, grabbed the hips of the succubus in front of her, some random demon she'd never met, and used her as leverage to help herself move. And the more she ground her hips around, the more she moved the succubus she held onto, until that succubus came and drowned his cock in juices.

Acelina laughed, reached around the angel, and plucked the succubus off him.

"This aura is cheating," she said. "Not even volas cum so quickly."

"S-Sorry," he said. With the succubus out of the way, he couldn't help but stare at the warrior angel, her tan skin, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders with bits of sweat, and the bulge pushing out along her once hard, flat stomach. He stared at her as she stared at him. Ruby eyes.

"And this angel," Acelina said, "is no better than a vola." With an evil chuckle, she ran her hands down Moriah's naked body, teased her breasts, her dark nipples, the bulge along her belly, before she grabbed David's other cock and brought it up so it rested against Moriah's stomach.

Moriah looked down with lidded eyes. She took the cock in her hands, held it against her body, and stroked it. Acelina did too, her long fingers and claws entwining with Acelina's, sending sparks of heat down his length, until his inner muscles flexed. Warmth flowed back up his cock, and onto Moriah's breasts. Cum poured out of him, squirted from his glans, and splashed over Moriah's neck, breasts, and chin.

Two succubi leaned in, smiled up at the angel, and pressed their lips to his glans. They kissed him, suckled on him, and massaged his cock with their tongues, earning more cum, until white flowed down his length onto his abs, and flowed down Moriah's body to her thighs. But it also poured into her, his second cock pumping cum into her, filling, her, swelling her belly and womb.

What succubi not busy with David stared at Moriah, and moaned.

"I think the angel wants to stay where she is," Acelina said. "A delightful, beautiful cock sleeve, while we give more succubi a taste of you."

Moriah glowered up and back at the spire mother. "I'm not--"

Moriah shuddered and melted back, wings and shoulder pressed to Acelina's stomach, as the two succubi sucking on David's cock, sucked on her instead. Their mouths wrapped her modest breasts and their fingers pressed on the bulge along her belly, teasing and massaging it, making David's cock flex inside her, and forcing his cum to squirt from her pussy and splash over her thighs.

Acelina reached around them, grabbed a nearby, awaiting succubus, and lifted her up over David. A drop of her pussy's juices fell onto him.

Caera purred, his head still on her stomach. She helped a few succubi hold his cock as Acelina lowered yet another woman onto his length, but hips tilted forward, so the stranger's ass pressed down on his cock instead.

Even as succubi continued to caress Moriah's body, continued to kiss her breasts and massage the bulge his second cock created inside her, the angel put her hands on the new succubus's hips, and helped lower her down onto his other cock. And the newcomer mewled as he stretched her asshole, filled her ass, and eased into her guts.

Her ass fit snug to Moriah's thighs and pelvis, once she was balls deep on his cock. Legs spread, the succubus looked down at the distension along her stomach, her empty, bare, dripping pussy, and back at the angel sitting behind her. An invitation. Moriah reached around, slipped her hands underneath the succubus's enormous breasts, and massaged them. She jiggled them, caressed them, and ground her hips forward. With the succubus's ass locked snug to Moriah's pelvis, every motion the angel made, the succubus made.

Through it all, she peeked over the succubus's shoulder, and stared at David. Moriah was genuinely hypnotized. Even as half a dozen succubi played with Moriah's body, caressed her, kissed her nipples, rubbed their enormous breasts against her arms, and stroked her wings, Moriah watched him. She almost looked drunk. But eventually her eyes closed, she hugged the succubus in front of her tight, and she clenched on his cock like a vise. Warm juice trickled down over his girth, and soaked his testicles.

Caera moved. David sat up as best he could, but there were so many bodies pressing on him, breasts and thighs and asses and tails. But Caera moved easily, got out from under him, grabbed two succubi, and put them behind David instead. Their thighs and breasts were his new chair to lean back against. The tiger crawled around him, grabbed the arms of the succubus in Moriah's grip, and lifted her off. She mewled, clenching the whole way.

"Caera?" Moriah asked.

With a cat's evil grin, Caera lifted the angel off of him, too. Moriah's moans disappeared under the music, and she stared down at her belly as the bulge disappeared, and a fountain of cum flowed out of her pussy onto his cocks.

Caera took his lower cock, straddled him, and sat on it. She growled, a heavy, powerful sound, and all the ladies nearby gulped as the busty lioness devoured his length to the hilt. She was much bigger than the other ladies, eight feet tall, muscular, curvy, and she dwarfed David easily. But his body knew what to do, and Caera's growl turned into a gasp as his cock stretched her, grew larger inside her pussy, and filled her until her belly distended as much as the succubi's had.

The watching succubi's jaws dropped.

Shuddering, the tiger took Moriah again, guided her back onto David's waist, lifted her, and guided her down onto his higher cock this time. Moriah didn't resist. If anything, the trembling angel helped, stabilizing her legs around David's waist. At least, until Caera set his glans against the warrior woman's ass.

"Caera! I didn't--"

Caera pushed down, and the angel sucked in a breath as David's huge glans spread her ass cheeks, and pressed to her asshole. Everything was already soaked, and the tip of his cock stretched her ass apart. Moriah grabbed Caera's hands, and David couldn't tell if she was trying to free herself, or just holding on, as the tiger woman slowly lowered the angel's ass down onto his cock.

Moriah whimpered as his length filled her, and the bulge slid up along her once flat stomach until it nudged up against her sternum. Her empty pussy clenched, and David and the nearby succubi stared at the beautiful slit as it leaked cum and juices onto his abs.

Moriah on his cock. Caera on his second cock, behind her. Acelina behind Caera, watching, smiling.

Acelina slid back, gave the giant tiger some space, but she didn't leave, either. Still straddling his legs and sitting behind Caera, Acelina grinned from over Caera's head, and slipped her hands around Caera's body. David couldn't see what those hands did, Moriah's wings in the way, but Caera shivered, and her pussy squeezed hard.

A succubus crawled closer, straddled David's hand, and guided his fingers up into her pussy. A second succubus did the same with his other hand. Without Caera's legs blocking them, more succubi crawled in closer, and pressed up against the two succubi behind him. They lay beside him, pressed their breasts to his shoulders. Others pressed their breasts to Caera, and her arms still holding Moriah's hips. Other succubi took Moriah's hands, guided them to their bodies, and returned the favor, caressed Moriah's clit as Caera ground Moriah's ass back and forth on his cock.

He came again and poured cum into Moriah's guts. Her belly bulged, even more this time, cum flowing into her depths and not escaping. She moaned, but it came to a halt when Caera slid a hand around the woman's throat, and squeezed.

"You are probably the most dangerous person in this cave," Caera said, "but utterly hopeless against a sex aura."

Moriah squirmed, tried to free herself, and gave her wings a few flutters, but she melted back against Caera's huge breasts, and surrendered. She half closed her eyes, and looked down at David again, her red eyes glazed over with bliss and hunger. The succubi caressing her clit stopped, and instead let Caera continue to grind the woman back and forth on him harder, forcing his cock to shift around inside her stretched ass and depths.

Her empty pussy clenched on nothing, and a few tiny squirts of her juices splashed over his abs.

Nearby succubi groaned, some whimpered, some whined. Acelina chuckled and whispered something to Caera. Caera rolled her eye, helped lift Moriah off his cock, and set the exhausted angel beside him. Nearby succubi pounced, locking mouths around the Moriah's nipples and pussy, devouring her even as she lay still, trembling.

Before Caera could grab another succubus, Daoka and Jes crawled over, both shivering, both wearing exhausted smiles.

"Two cocks?" Jes asked. "Oh fuck yes." She shooed Caera and motioned for her girlfriend. "Come on. I wanna try something."

Daoka chirped happily and brought two succubi with her.

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