Inheriting Father's Throne (IC)

[Eazy]

(Closed to those previously approved. See the OOC for details.)

The underworld which humans and non-humans alike would often refer to as 'Hell' was very similar in some ways to how it's often portrayed in popular myths. In some ways. The land wasn't entirely made up of molten lava and hellfire which could fry a mortal to ashes within a moments notice. Such locations existed, naturally, yet if there was any sensation the average section of this cursed realm could be likened toward, it was coldness. Not an icy cold, so much as a sickening chill within the atmosphere itself which could take the warmth and comfort out of most people almost instantly. The type of feeling which would make the average creature regret whatever twist of fate had brought them to settle within this damned place.

This, however, was not the case for most of the natural residents of the underworld. In particular those of demon blood, whether pure or mixed, which stood within any position of power over others. And when it came to positions of power within the realm known as Hell itself, there were none whom stood equal to the devil itself. But even an ancient evil such as himself knows there inevitably comes a time where such a position may be best relinquished to a new ruler. One born from his own unholy union long ago. Raised, or perhaps molded, into something which said father could feel a sense of self satisfaction toward. Satisfaction, at least, for the most part. Close enough for him to feel relatively at ease in allowing his one true heir the chance to sample the life ahead of himself while the current ruler took an undisclosed sabbatical from the castle which stood in a towering display over the rest of the underworld.

That is the life Lucian was bred and molded into by father and mother. Mostly father, as the comparatively young demon sat, reclined slightly, within the throne of the presently absent ruler of the underworld. "How many centuries I've longed to sit in this seat..." The dark Prince spoke, his voice coming out in a deep, yet oddly soothing tone while soaking in the moment for however many times he'd done so in his fathers absence.

The throne was rather wide, with crimson red cushions giving suitable padding beneath the seated ones body, while the hard material was black as the deepest pits of hell and forged by the very hellfire of the land around them. Its jagged edges were sharp as they appeared to be, with it not being uncommon for Lucian's father to impale others on them for insubordination, failing at a task, or simply for his own amusement. Often, they would even be left up there for hours or days, with their blood staining and soaking into the black material. The throne may not be his own at this point, but Lucian had made certain to enjoy his 'borrowing' of it during his time in control of the castle to handle the matters of his courtship.

Speaking of impalements. "Perf!" The Prince suddenly called out for his longtime playmate, frequent sex toy and occasional knife throwing target. His voice was shouted, yet remained at a relatively dignified tone, while somehow managing to reverberate and carry itself within the castle walls. Assuming she hadn't strayed too far away from their home, it was a given she would eventually hear and arrive at the Prince's beckon.

While the castle was presently absent of any ladies desiring to win over his favor, Lucian had indeed been greeting many eager hopefuls during the past few days. Each of which had come eagerly. Been greeted. Dinned. Many of whom were bedded. Each of which had been sent away. Either being outright dismissed after having grown bored of using them or - on a couple of occasions - given false hope with a few words on the Prince's behalf to assure them they were still in close consideration. In reality, Lucian only gave such hope toward those whom the Prince may find himself wishing for a later revisit of carnal pleasures before completely dismissing them. It was always good to keep ones options open, after all.

This aside, the reason for the Prince calling out to the Imp was his wanting to address a suspicion of her having a part in a few... mishaps, which befell a few of his would-be brides before having a chance to properly enjoy them. With other such hopefuls expected to be arriving relatively soon, Lucian wanted to make certain there wouldn't be any further such 'mishaps' without him having a word with the Imp. Granted, there was no hard proof of her being behind any of it, but they were the demonic spawns of hell itself, with himself being the future ruler of the very realm they dwelled within. As such, Lucian figured they were granted a touch of leeway when it came to possible unjustifiable dealings with his subordinates. Besides, the Prince considered as he leaned back on the throne with the tip of his tail tapping idly along the floor, it wasn't as if he intended on going so far as to vaporize her. Well, at least not immediately.

 

[Faux_Pas]

*snap! Snap snap snap!*

A bellowing roar from the demon beasts below the gates brought a cackle from above, the tiny imp girl grinning as she sat atop the spier above, leaning out as far as she could to taunt them again- before kicking the closest in its snorting snout. "Thaaat's right, keep tryin', you stinky piles of puke!," she shouted between her titters, clutching the stone wall even more and starting to lean outwards.

Her balance, however, was lost completely at the shout echoed from within those walls, sending the barely-flight-capable imp off from her perch. "Aaah-! Fuck!" Her wings trying hard to keep her aloft, hands scrambling to grab onto the stone once again as the taunted hell beasts slowly registered their opportunity above them. "LUCIAN-!" she howled in a panic, screeching as one set of teeth managed to grab a flailing ankle, crunching down on the tiny bone and another shriek from Perf. "It was a joke, a joke, you DAMN HAND BAGS-!," she sputtered and screamed, words lost as the beasts pulled the imp who had taunted too much down into their domain. Another shriek, a new set of snapping crunches and torn clothing, the sounds of ravenous creatures taking their feast upon their tormentor.


She was going to be late.

Being devoured was one of the harder methods of death to regenerate from. All her former parts had to manage to touch the same place, and with some of them still inside the beasts... That was going to hold her up. Finally feeling the missing femer horked out by the creature onto the ground, she was able to draw her parts into the dirt, refocusing herself to join the Prince in the royal throne room, her body fully returned and in perfect working order, her clothing even managing to revert to their former appearance. The only thing missing was.... A finger. Damn! Shoving the malformed hand into her pocket, a grin was shot to the Prince, the imp doing her best to attempt a nonchalant appearance. "You.... Bellowed, your highness?"

He was... In dad's chair. That in itself sent a shiver down her spine.
Try to gauge his expression. Was that amusement, or anger, or complete destruction? Or perhaps-

Nope, didn't look like it was that at all.

Her own tail flicked quickly behind her, eyeing around the room, before trying to find a subject. Anything. Ah...
"So, uh. Where's the chicks?"

Wait, shit.
Bad choice.
She knew where a number of them had ended up... The prince's bed. That thought left her a bit annoyed. Lucian turned to her for that stuff, not some.... Some.... Hussy! She was his hussy! Wait, no. His...
What was she, anyway?

To him... A playtoy. Why couldn't she be more than that? What did these bitches have that she didn't?! Height?! Tits?!

She had to keep him safe. They were a threat to the throne. If they couldn't handle her, then how did they expect to handle him?

"Uh... When's the big guy coming home?"
New new subject.
Maybe he would forget the last one.

 

[seven_of_nine]

The nightclub pulsed with hot young flesh, bodied grinding together, fuelled by drink, drugs and young lust. Hard rock and metal pounded through the building and the teenagers drinking and dancing favoured gothic or punk fashion. Kyra herself was dressed to entice in a tiny denim miniskirt and a black leather corset. She wore platform leather boots that added five inches to her height and her bright red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. She lifted a glass of bourbon to blood red lips and pretended to drink it.

Plenty of guys had tried hitting on her but they had all been rebuffed. With men there was simply no challenge, no chase. All the little teenage boys who had tried their luck with her had been posturing fools, convinced that they were in her league. In the same way she had tired of gay bars... so here she was.

There.

A air of kohl lined eyes lingered on her a little too long, sweeping down over her body like a lover's caress. The girl was beautiful and mixed race, emboldened by more than booze. Kyra caught her eye and held her gaze.

She blushed... so sweet. The flush crept up her throat to her high cheekbones, making Kyra so viscerally aware of the girl's pounding bloodflow that she nearly smiled and revealed her fangs. The vampire strode forwards slowly, letting her hips sway... closing in for the kill.

Less than half an hour later young Meredith found herself up against the wall in an alley behind the club with two of Kyra's fingers up her, muted moans falling into Kyra's mouth. Kyra pulled away, drinking in the sight of the girl's pulse racing through her jugular vein.

"Oh I'm so close." Meredith moaned, clearly unhappy about Kyra stopping.

"I know."

Kyra pressed two fingers firmly to the girl's clit and circled it rapidly, her lips dancing over Meredith's hard little exposed nipple and up to the hollow of her throat.

The girl convulsed into an orgasm and Kyra acted quickly, bringing her hand up to smother Meredith's cries, pinning her against the rough brick wall with the force she used to press onto her mouth. In the same moment her head canted to the side and she sank her fangs into Meredith's neck, drinking quickly in order to weaken her prey. Meredith's struggles were useless. Kyra drank in blood laced with alcohol and MDMA, sweetened with oxytocin and endorphins. The girl's racing heart just made the job easier and when she was done feeding, Kyra simply snapped her victim's neck.

~~~x~~~​

Oden stared at Kyra as she walked into his lounge, admitted by one of his vampire manservants. He wasn't fooled for a second. Kyra decided to bluff it out. He could be a good laugh when he was in the right mood.

"You're high."

"Relax boss. My intended has been too busy skirt chasing the last few days to notice my presence... or lack thereof. Plus, I can't feed if my bitch needs feeding."

"He could summon you at any moment. You're drunk and high."

"Must have been something I... ate." She grinned mischievously. Oden rose and paced the room.

"Spare me the dyke humour." He snapped, his lip curling with distaste. "What exactly do I have to do to impress upon you the importance of your mission?"

"How about you start by not delaying my return to the underworld?"

Oden responded by lifting Kyra off the ground by her forearm, the delicate bones crushing within his grip. Her scream rent the air and she dropped her shopping bag. He held her so that she was nose to nose with the 7ft viking.

"I chose you for this and I'm giving you a free hand. Never mind your little demon lord Kyra. Fuck this up and I will make you suffer for an eternity. I will make him look like a pussycat." He paused and took in Kyra's raunchy nightclub outfit, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Maybe I should have broken you in... reminded you why the female form is designed to take cock."

"No!" She shook her head violently, her physical pain suddenly all but forgotten. Oden's manhood was the stuff of legend, not only that but it had given the sadistic bastard a taste for petite girls who simply couldn't take him. He liked to maim their insides while he fed and leave them bleeding from both ends.

His free hand went up under her skirt, rubbing and probing. Kyra tried to struggle but to no avail. She could not beg him, there was absolutely no point. He knew the mechanics of the female body well enough to make her moisten a little and Kyra began to panic.

He laughed, a loud, mocking bark, snatching his hand away. "Don't fucking flatter yourself. What would I want with a scrawny, uppity little cunt like you?"

Oden squeezed her shattered forearm once more for good measure and then flung Kyra bodily into a pit that yawned in one corner of his lounge, wreathed in flame and smelling strongly of brimstone. He flung her bag in after her, glaring a warning at her as she fell.

 

[Eazy]

The Prince awaited with relative patience for the arrival of the impish female. Lucian knew it a matter of time before she showed herself, so the waits for her arrival were generally easy for him to absorb. Generally speaking, of course, in that the powerful demon had begun to grow slightly impatient, a sharp fingernail lightly tapping upon the arm of his fathers chair, by the time the first sign of Perf's arrival had made itself known to the male. With an elbow on the arm of the throne, his steely eyes gazed upon her with some consideration while resting his chin slightly upon his propped up hand.

It looked as if she'd been through deaths wringer prior to making her way to answer his call. Taking that into consideration, it would prove fairly amusing to have her killed again just as she arrived from reforming herself. The thought nearly caused a hint of a smile to form at the corner of his lips, as Lucian watched her gazing about the throne room, before breaking her silence with a rather poor choice of questioning. Raising an eyebrow at the imp, the demon Prince slowly sat up straight within his fathers chair; giving a slight stretch of his limbs while remaining seated for the time being.

At her attempted change of subject, the spawn of the devil itself gave a slightly amused scoff - more so directed toward his fathers action, rather than Perf's attempt at redirecting his attention. "You know almost as well as I do of my fathers ways. Whether it's on this night or many others from now, his demonship shall make his glorious return when, and only when, he himself deems it to be time." The touch of sarcasm was evident within his tone at the nickname often uttered behind his father's back, before noting with a hint of a smirk upon his lips, "Not that it'll matter once I've picked a mate. This realm shall be mind, and then his highness can go on as many sabbaticals as he so wishes. Provided he leaves the chair, of course."

His tone seemed almost casual while speaking of his father. Perhaps enough so to make the imp drop her guard, if only for an instant, before giving a knowing smile. "Speaking of... 'chicks'." He started, slowly standing up from the throne, hands moving to idly straighten out his dark, leathery robe, while almost sweetly inquiring, "Have you been a naughty little imp, Perf?"

Closing the gap between them with several steps, the taller demon gazed down at the impish female with a cold stare which seemed to contradict his deceptively casual tone. Reaching out with his right hand, the prince clutched at her chin, lightly brushing his thumb along her soft lips while musing, "Not that I mind your naughty side. I think we both know how much I've come to enjoy it. My favorite little imp." His tone was perhaps the closest something like himself could come to showing any sign of endearment toward another living being. And, yet? It carried a chilling menace behind the subtle inflictions, which made for a small warning which proceeded the slow tightening of his fingers upon her jaw as he continued, "But not when it's behind my back. Nor when it costs me 'quality time' with the women whom enter this castle - eager and willing to do whatever I so wish to win my favor."

Holding her head upward to gaze into his eyes, the imp may not have noticed the slow movement of his tail until it managed to sudden entwine itself around her small waist. It squeezed at her small body. Enough to take the breath out of her at first, as the black, demonic looking appendage slowly raised the imp off of her feet; its lift compensating for their height difference while bringing her closer to eye level with the Prince. The tail brought her close to his body, keeping her low enough to gaze upward at the male, while letting her feel his warm breath lightly brush along her face while continuously grasping at her chin and jawline.

"Does it make you feel threatened? Are you worried I may not have any further need of you after taking a bride?" The prince got right to the point; his tone showing more amused curiosity at this notion, rather than any obvious concern for her fears. Keeping his hold on her jaw, Lucian slowly pushed his thumb a little further against her lips, just enough to make them part as the thick digit worked its way in by an inch or two.

"As if I would ever completely dispose of my little imp. Not after the centuries spent training you how to use that tongue of yours." He stated with a promising little smile, dragging the nail of his thumb lightly along her tongue while very slowly working the digit around in a suggestive manner, continuing, "But, as for your question? I'm expecting a few other interested parties to arrive at the castle fairly soon. I trust you'll see to it they don't have any... mishaps, similar to what befell several of our previous guests?"

Slowly, Lucian began to draw the thumb free of her lips, dragging it enough to let her feel the sudden, sharp pain of the nail digging into her tongue enough to draw out a few drops of blood before pulling the moistened digit free of her mouth. "Otherwise I may have to entertain myself with your body in ways that I don't believe even you would enjoy." As if to punctuate his point, Lucian's tail started to squeeze around her even tighter, close to breaking a few ribs at the least, as his thumb dragged along her tongue while pulling it free with enough effort to knick at the flesh.

Pulling the now moistened digit away of her lips, the Prince rather idly brought it toward his own mouth, licking at the tip of the thumb to taste the traces of her on it even as his tail continued its vice-like grip. "Do we understand each other a little better now, my little imp?" He inquired curiously, keeping the tightening grasp around her waist for a moment, before suddenly relaxing the hold his tail had to a point of literally letting her drop the couple of feet onto the hard ground below - steely eyes watching the entire time with seemingly greater interest in any response she may have rather than her safe landing.

 

[seven_of_nine]

Kyra regained consciousness on a cold stone floor within Lucian's keep, a large reinforced shopping bag spilling its contents to one side of her. The searing pain in her forearm almost knocked her straight out again, gorge rising in her throat as her body curled reflexively around her injured limb. She would heal, the bones would knit back into place within a day or two but the pain would be terrible. Kyra glared up at the hellmouth above her as though Oden were able to see her where she lay.

"Bastard."

She rose slowly and grabbed her groceries with her good right hand. The chamber she was in was deserted and she had had little enough to do with the castle's inhabitants. Her status was quite low here, since she was viewed more as a mutant human than a demonic being. Lucian's eye had yet to fall on her but then again, she had not fawned over him desperately as the first few waves of hopefuls had done. Kyra had learned first hand from Oden just how swiftly and ruthlessly powerful males spotted and exploited weakness. To fling herself at Lucian was to immediately make fucking and forgetting her the most amusing of his options. Kyra was here to play the long game.

If Oden didn't kill her in the meantime.

On reaching her bedchamber Kyra burst through the door in a foul humour and flung the torn grocery bag at a girl chained in the corner. The rooms here were feet thick and no sound carried beyond them, allowing Kyra to drop her guard.

"I am so utterly fucking sick of males." She hissed. Her captive kept her own counsel. Kyra examined her forearm more closely, wincing as the shattered bones moved beneath the gentle probing fingers of her good hand.

"Oden?" Nicole ventured. She eyed the groceries but elected to stay still.

"Well it wasn't the prince, that at least would have been worth the hassle. Pampered little priss is still working his way through half the underworld. Hopefully some revolting demonic STD will take him out before I have to fuck him."

Kyra unlocked Nicole's shackles. They were hardly necessary given how weak the girl was but it just didn't do to have a female sextoy lying in your bed when you were supposed to be seducing a male. Kyra took in the girl's bruises, her skeletal frame and the greyness of her complexion. Nicole suffered a great deal at her hands and she was incredible at it but Kyra was blood-sated, half-drunk and suddenly experiencing a rare moment of tenderness towards her. She drew Nicole into the ornate, curtained four poster and unpacked basic human necessities, offering her some take-out food. Nicole accepted warily.

"C'mon... you're no good to me dead." She hugged Nicole close, smiling inside as the other girl tensed in fear before very gradually relaxing into the embrace. Kyra's voracious libido tugged at her gently in response but she ignored it.

Nicole half-smiled apprehensively. Kyra actually helped her sit up and Nicole swiftly started eating before Kyra changed her mind... or got bored. Bad things happened when she got bored.

"When you've eaten and we've slept we'll have a bath. Then you can help me dress and do my hair."

Kyra had avoided mealtimes as she did not eat regular food. Alcohol was similarly useless to her, she only felt the effects of it when she fed from someone who was under the influence. There was a bottle of jack at the bottom of the shopping bag but for now Nicole was in no condition to serve as a blood slave. Maybe it was about time she attended a mealtime with the demon prince, even if she would feel foolish just sitting there. While she had no wish to appear desperate, she was in danger now of giving away her total indifference. Since she wasn't totally indifferent to what Oden would inflict on her if she failed, Kyra decided it was time to properly enter the running.

Kyra fell asleep wrapped around Nicole. She had made no demands on the girl since she had returned and Nicole was enjoying the respite, sleeping more deeply than she had done for weeks. Perversely, it was Kyra's blood-sated body that warmed Nicole's starved one beneath the sheets.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

"He's selfish, vain, ridiculous, and constantly in the company of that little ingrate imp, Perf." The words were hushed, rushed and conspiratorial from the demon who had been the Princeling's nursemaid, "Of course, he's been attempting to fill Our Lord's empty chair for weeks now and the throne has, of course, gone to his head."

Jezebel nodded and handed the female a small bag of teeth, which was quickly ferreted away beneath the ratty clothing. The demon grinned at her, her mouth full of rotting teeth that had been stolen from their previous owners. Jezebel tried not to grimace. Tooth fairy demons. Disgusting.

"Oh! And Perf has arranged for multiple accidents for the incoming brides. Avoid them."

Jezebel nodded and walked away, her travels through the castle at the center of hell, taking her past Ozymandias, Jehoshaphat, and other former kings that ran Hell proper, ensuring the intake of dammed souls, like herself was continuous, ongoing, unending and unchanging. They had however updated their systems to intake more souls, quicker and assign them to the proper levels of hell without too many issues. Meaning that punishments were assigned before a soul gained coherence in hell and formed their bodies, which gave the work demons time to get them placed, shackled, stripped, and once coherence formed, the pain began. A moment that Jezebel remembered almost fondly.

Just another thing in the daily maintenance of Hell that Jezebel was rather certain that the Prince was unaware of, didn't care about, and couldn't stick his dick in. Ignorant Whelp.

Her gray hair flowed behind her as she made her way back to her chambers within the Castle, she had resided here long before the Prince, himself. Having been discovered in a fit of masochistic pleasure by the Lord of Lies himself, he brought her in as a sometime plaything, Jezebel had befriended (as much as is possible) the demon who had stood in as the Lord's first wife and felt a twinge of sadness at her passing... though demons never really died, their bodies weren't corporeal, their creation stuffs just melting into the creation of another demon or three.

She had continued to serve His Lord in various ways as the millenia passed, and gradually found herself noting the running of Hell and how it could be improved, or how certain punishments could be improved, thus advancing the release of cleansed souls.

Like herself.
But Hell was home, and she intended to be the Queen.
The Prince was a means to an end, nothing more. Even if he was pretty.

She prepared herself and began the ascent to the main chambers to meet with the other intended Brides and the possible new king of Hell itself.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Perf nodded slightly at the Prince's lack of interest in his father's whereabouts, figuring that bringing up the Dark Lord would be a good way to make him forget about her own causes of annoyance for him. The mention of his future bride, however, brought a slightly soured look to the imp's face, a brow quirking for a brief moment and glaring down at the floor. More of them would be coming soon, she knew. More of those.. frustrations.

His voice changed. His words had a new tone to them.
He knew.
Shit.
"Uh-" A tiny forced laugh left her, her tail starting to curl in upon itself to hide between her legs. "Wh-What're you talking about, Prince?" Her laugh changed to a weak whine as his hand clutched her jaw, eyes widening just slightly as he spoke so gently to her- something in itself that worried her. Sweet and gentle were not in the Prince's vocabulary. The feel of his hand was certainly something she welcomed, in any form he wished to give it... But this... This was worrisome. "Sir, I- I swear, I..."

The women from before. He knew. He knew completely.

"I didn't- I-" It was hard to find words to convey it all with the way he stared at her, the grasp he kept upon her jaw. Another tiny whine, meek and frightened, a surprised cry as she was suddenly pulled up from the floor and raised to her Master's height. A look of guilt and shame took to her features as he questioned her reasons for causing such trouble, attempts to explain blocked as his finger pressed into her lips. Instinct then. What she had learned. Lips that clasped against him, gently suckling that which entered. Second nature to the imp, engrained over centuries.

The words nearly calmed her, the reminder of what she meant to him.. What he had taught her to do. His thumb met her tongue, the wet surface curving to cradle him, lathing her lord's digit as he asked for her cooperation with the new arrivals. A tiny nod, not wanting to interrupt his current work, the imp shivering in his tail's grasp. The finger turned, twisting, forcing his sharp digit's nail to dig into the tongue beneath and another squeal from Perf.

"Y-Yes, of course, Si-GAAH!" The cry that left her was more forced free as his tail tightened further, her grimace of pain lingering as the snap inside her chest caused a new one to run through her. The imp continued to wince as she watched him, fighting for breath to aching lungs trapped beneath his tightly coiled tail while he stole away the blood and saliva stolen from her own mouth. A tiny attempt at a sound as the clutching grip continued, the tossing to the ground finally allowing her to breathe properly as she gasped for air. A hand clutching her side, the other wiping the blood that still rested upon her lips, a nod given again. "I-I understand, Prince Lucian...," She finally managed to get out, peering up at him from the crumbled mess of a landing she stayed in upon his floor.

This was one of those times were him simply killing her would have been easier. The walk of shame from the throne room, the state her body was currently in- She wished he had tossed her to the moat demons, sliced her head off, disemboweled her- anything... Anything besides that.

The worst part of it all was holding back what she wanted to say. To confess exactly why she was causing Hell for these wanna-be Queens.

She wanted to keep him safe... She didn't trust a single one of them.

"If... that is all you needed of me, Prince.... I'll see to the welcomings of your new- guests." Slow words, Perf wanting nothing to do with looking up at him with the mention of the incoming arrivals. "Should I see if they have the banquet preparations started?"

 

[Eazy]

Watching calmly, competently, while the impish female collected herself on the throne room floor, the dark Prince gave a small smile at the answer which he'd known would come out of his favorite follower. "Good girl." He spoke slowly, his head tilted slightly, as if observing Perf with quiet consideration before adding, "I knew I could count on you to see matters my way after the proper methods of motivation. You may require a reminder every now and again, but you're a properly enough trained little follower in the end."

Not that Lucian was gullible enough to completely believe that she would behave from here on out. No, there may be further 'incidents' along the way, but this would at least stifle them for a short time. Besides, any female whom couldn't handle an imp like Perf's various attempts at doing away with them wasn't exactly the best candidate for being the Queen of this realm. So she was perhaps doing him a small service through her actions. If anything, it was more so a matter of letting him have his fun before she chased them away, which had the Prince annoyed with her hidden shenanigans up to this point.

Watching her still with that often hard to read expression on his features, the demonic heir to Hell's throne took in the imp's slowed words. She was correct in his wanting somebody to see toward the preparations for the banquet, but she perhaps wasn't his top choice for doing so, at least not entirely on her own. "It would be good for somebody to see toward the preparations, yes." He started, giving a faint smirk of amusement before adding, "But I get this dreadful feeling that if I let you handle them directly at any point in time, that a number of my 'guests' would suddenly find themselves face down on the table and clinging for life after sampling the food. Or clinging to whatever term of existence is best suited for their respective states of being."

Taking a step closer, the powerful demon snaked out his tail, letting the tip of it moved toward her chin and slowly nudge her gaze upward as he explained, "No, I'll let Rafael handle overseeing the preparations for now. You can lend a hand after we're done here, but I'm certain you'll understand why I may not wish to burden you with such a task without some form of supervision."

Slowly, his tail moved away of her chin, the black appendage steadily moving over and around her right shoulder in an almost slithering motion. "Instead, I believe we have one last matter to resolve after your previous tricks, my little imp." The male revealed, barely giving her time to register the small smile he'd give, before the tail suddenly wrapped itself around her neck in a firm grasp - lifting her by it slightly as the appendage pulled her closer like previously.

"I know you can't truly die. Not from any methods tried so far, at least. But I believe you need to give me a fresh reminder of why else I keep you around." Lucian suggested, a slight change in his tone perhaps giving Perf an idea of what her Prince had in mind. Sure enough, the future demonic lord gazed downward, trusting her line of sight to follow his own, while the male's hands parted his cloak enough to reveal the considerable bulge tenting up within the front of his leathery pants.

"Your little tricks have cost me more than a couple of opportunities with some of the females whom had passed through our castle doors the last few days. You can imagine how pent up this has left your Prince." He continued, almost speaking as if making a proper declaration to one of his trusted servants, albeit with enough of a hint of humor to his voice to make the teasing behind it evident as his fingers went to undo the front of his clothing. With his tail keeping Perf firmly in place, the Prince slowly undid and reached inside to draw out his already fully erect cock - the head of which was merely inches away of her face as he gave it a few strokes.

Slowly, his tail loosened its grip, while keeping a firm enough hold to keep her from moving forward and take him into her mouth so quickly. Almost teasing her with it as his hand stroked along the length of himself, Lucian slowly manipulated his own organ before her face, doing so until the first drops of precum formed from the tip, before finally stating with a low, almost whispered voice, "Now. Be a good little imp, and take care of your future king." With those words, his hand moved away from his thick appendage, as the tail around Perf's neck finally drew her closer to please her young master in ways only she knew.

 

[Silver_Identity]

While the legal heir of Satan had made himself comfortable at the throne room, his father's most trusted and loyal adviser had remained within his large and rather ornate room — more of like an office — where he would do most of his duties and work. They were mostly just paper works that needed to be filled, arranged and signed by him though, at times, he would need the heir of the throne to give his own signature. But nevertheless, the rather ageless demon was scanning through some small details within a document, his peering black depths of eyes narrowing as he read the finer details, until a loud slam sounded from outside his window.

Lifting his head from the papers, an agitated look was displayed on his handsome features as he rose up from the table and headed to the window to swiftly push it open. It was not surprising that it was a small demonic form of a bird flapping its wings to stay afloat, since these kind of creatures were trained to become messengers and sending messages from one kingdom to another. But still, he did not appreciate being disturbed, especially when he was sorely busy to complete his work for the day.

Seeing the very dark expression on Rafael's face, the bird-like messenger was quivering in fear as it perched itself on the window sill of his office but handed over the message it carried hesitantly. Snatching the message from its claws, Rafael turned his back to the creature though without giving a severe punishment to the creature by using his magical powers and choking the creature around its neck to death. It was clear he was in a bad mood, and couldn't care less as the creature gurgled and tried to struggle, but eventually the creature fell dead on the floor. Nevertheless, Rafael made certain the body was burned up with unholy fire, leaving no trace whatsoever to be found. His mood only worsened though as he read the message thoroughly and he released a frustrated sigh at the contents.

Great, just what he needed. Another whore in the castle, and even worse, it was one of the female demons he would deeply dread to be within the castle, even more, around the Prince, no doubt.

Gathering his long coat from his tall chair, he slipped the coat easily onto his tall figure and left his office with a swift motion. The sole of his boots tapped onto the cold stone floor of the hallway as he walked in a steady pace, and ignored any greetings from mere servants of the castle, though the minor demons had scurried away at the sight of him. That did not bother him the slightest, they had every right to fear the intimidating demon.

It wasn't long until Rafael had reached to the throne room where he knew the new heir would be, especially when his father had taken a hiatus from his position. The rather exposing sight displayed before him wasn't surprising to him, even with the Prince having himself being relieved by his 'toy', as he would call the imp to be. The expression on his face was a mere blank; a firm, thin line on his lips as he walked forward and acted as if he did not noticed the presence of Perf within the room, as he took his place while standing beside the throne.

He then spoke, with a deep, almost baritone voice as he spoke in a formal tone to the prince, and even bowing his head slightly to him. "Sire, my apologies for intruding. But I have something rather important to inform you, if you would be kind enough to give me some of your time." Pausing for a moment, the older demon had waited until Lucian gave his permission before continue to speak. "I had received a message just moments ago.. I hope you still remember Lilith and her daughter? It seems the bitch had decided to come over to pay you a visit tomorrow and would like to stay within the castle for a while."

As if on cue, there was a slight disturbance in the air, as if somebody casting magic within the throne room, which would be easily picked up by the more powerful demons within the room. Indeed, a portal began to form and break through the reality of the room, parting quickly as one feminine form began to emerge from it, then to be accompanied by two more, another female and the other being masculine. Taking a few steps forwards as her high heeled-boots clinked with subtle sounds against the hard stone floor of the throne room, a small yet seductive smile formed on luscious blood red lips as the first feminine form then went to do a small bow to the prince seated upon the throne, with the other two who had tagged along had bowed their heads lower to him.

"Pardon my earlier arrival than expected, dearest brother, but when Mother had mentioned for me to come over to the castle to pay you a visit and keep you company, I had decided to come one day ahead. I hope that's alright with you?" Her voice was very feminine, sultry and seductive as everything she was meant to be as Cerise then raised her head up, letting her pair of crimson eyes peered into Lucian's own as that smile of hers widened into a knowing smirk as the other two with her, a more petite succubus along with a more taller yet very handsome incubus stood at each sides of her.

The other succubus had her arms wrapped around the taller Cerise in an intimate hug, which the female demon had returned as she wrapped an arm gingerly around her shoulders. The incubus, on the other hand, merely stood behind her but begin to hook his chin onto Cerise's shoulder while leaning against her back. It was a rather erotic scene, in a way, but nevertheless, rather common when it came to the incubuses and succubi with their intimacy.

But nevertheless, Rafael even had his black gaze upon the arrival of the succubus, and did not looked pleased whatsoever with her presence within the throne room. At this, Cerise snickered slightly as her attention drifted to the adviser, and she pulled herself away from her two servants before moving forward to his form. Her hips swayed as she walked on her heels, her red tail curving at her back as she then stood before the almost scowling demon and then began to press her body against his. ".. And I missed seeing your handsome face, Rafael.. It's very good to see you again. Mother even mentioned on how she thought of you from time to time." Cerise knew that Rafael could not do anything to her, but then again, she knew that, within those dark depths of his heart, he was enjoying the attention she was giving him regardless.

The older demon did not budged whatsoever from his position and only gave Cerise a fierce glare as the gorgeous specimen of a succubus toyed with him with her body and sultry whispers. If there was any sexual tension within him, Rafael managed to conceal it very well, but nevertheless, he figured it was just simply a show to draw Lucian's attention away and onto her. Even more, unfortunately for Perf, even Cerise seemed to be ignorant of her presence until she moved her attention to her half brother and then seeing the situation, she snickered slightly before waving a slender hand to her female servant, signalling for her to approach, and indeed, the petite female quickly rushed over to her side.

"... Your Highness, as a gift, I present to you one of my favourite toys, Eila.. One of which I personally trained myself.. I am certain you will have a lot of fun with her. Any time you ever need, you may call upon her if you wish, and I promise she'll fulfill your every desire." The succubus named Eila looked at Lucian, though a tad shyly with her cheeks glowing red but nevertheless there was the noticeable hunger and lust within those eyes of hers as she looked at the form of prince. Then again, who wouldn't want to bed such a handsome and desirable prince. Yet, there was no such look within Cerise's eyes, as if she managed to conceal it up and control her lust whatsoever.

 

[Faux_Pas]

"Raffie? But- But I was only going to-" Perf's eyes widened as the tail that had only moments ago crushed at now healing up ribs traced against her jaw, a tiny whimper leaving the tiny being. "Oh, now, come now, Prince. Why would you possibly think I would have any intention on making any of your visitors permanent residents?" Her own attempt at a doubtful tone wasn't very convincing to her own ears, leaving her to worry on the exact sound of it to the Prince staring straight through her at the moment.

As his tail crept around, the shiver he had caused had turned to a complete shudder, visibly seen in the imp's entire form. Of course he wasn't going to trust her. Not after the whole fire serpent incident in the water kingdom princess' bed last week... Or the recent activities that left so many others fleeing away. her thoughts on those- smirk inducing as they may have been- were cut short as that slithering tail snaked against her throat once more, strangling her in its draw back ot the demon prince attached ot it. No actual words managed to leave her lips as he spoke, no attempts to respond to his suggestions, only choked breaths and tiny wheezes as she clawed at the thick tail clutching her.

His cloak's opening was enough to give full proof of what wanted, Perf instinctively licking at her lips and whimpering. Her Master's cock was one of her main food sources over the centuries, and merely the presentation of it was enough to bring her begging to pleasure him. Some of his methods for it, however-

His pants open, his arousal fully exposed and jutting towards his pet's watering mouth, the stroking motion of his hand against it reminding her on just how hungered she was- even with his throttling hold against her throat. Her lips parted, glancing up at him as he teased his length before her, guiding her in with his own tail's hold. Another whine came as he commanded her to service him, her mouth opening even wider to accept the thickness of his cockhead. A groan came from deep in her throat as his taste met her tongue, dragged against him in slow efforts by the tail holding her, feeling that full head coax against her tongue as she worked to pleasure him. He had given her renewed hope with his words, as angry as the entire incident had seemed at first. She always had a place at his side- or at least, at his feet... or in his lap, in some form.

Doing her best to remind him on just how much she appreciated this, her whimpers and grunts grew louder as her efforts continued, sucking against her master's thickness as his other appendage held her. Her tongue exploring him, tasting every inch of her Prince, groaning at his flesh's softness against her tongue- the way he pushed so deeply into her throat. Her work was so intently her main focus that she barely noticed that other parties had entered the chambers, peering back only enough to catch the advisor in her peripheral vision. "Hey Raffie-," She started to stumble out as her mouth drew free of the Prince for the briefest of moments, her words muffled once again as he was stuffed back down her throat, a tiny gag leaving the little imp with such an overwhelming mouthful.

Wait, hold up. Gift? Another chick?
What in the royal hell was this crap?!
A growl almost attempted to push from the imp, though the efforts to please her Prince were leaving that very unthreatening. Instead, a line of rather docile drool ran from her lips as she continued on, her groans growing louder still.

This was HER job, dammit!

 

[Eazy]

The Prince gave a small smile toward Perf's reaction at seeing one of her primary food sources. Lucian had to admit at enjoying the rather familiar feel of the imp's mouth wrapped around his cock as she opened her mouth wide to accept the thick tip past her soft lips. Much like putting on a comfortable shirt, only far better, the demonic male let out a low sigh at the feel of her mouth suckling along his length while her talented tongue dragged along the sensitive head in slow efforts to coax more of his precum from the slit. His tail eased up slightly at the enjoyment of her mouth. Maintaining a firm enough grip to keep her in place, yet now more so assisting in cradling her toward his lap like one might with their hands on a partners head.

"Mmm. That's it, my little imp. You know all too well what I enjoy." The dark Prince breathed out, enjoying the explorations of her small tongue, feeling himself throb with her increasing efforts, with the male's attention being only slightly drawn toward the arrival of another male as he enjoyed the 'punishment' of his favorite toy and pet.

"What is it, Rafael?" The older demon's Prince inquired; his voice controlled and showing little signs of breaking under the continued efforts of Perf, whom broke away from her attentions at his lap for a brief greeting before that tail drew her back onto his lap, "Don't speak with your mouth full, imp."

Being creatures of rather loose morals, Lucian didn't even flinch at the idea of continuing with Perf's punishment as his father's advisor gave the news about a rather unexpected arrival. But the slightly tightened hold around her neck made it clear for Perf to ignore any distractions from here and focus on her true task, as his throbbing cock ached for attention within her mouth. The news itself, however, had caused the male to turn his head toward the older demon with a touch of surprise. "She's coming where?" Perhaps a choice of words with more innuendo then intended, considering his current situation and the many sounds of pleasure which echoed within the castle as of late, but they did relay his surprised tone at his half-sisters planned arrival.

On cue indeed, the casting of magic would signal the impending arrival of the succubi's Queen's daughter, as a portal formed and granted entry for not just one, but three different figures. The old human metaphor of being caught with ones pants briefly entered Lucian's mind, as his tail kept Perf in place, telling her without words to not stop despite the added audience, while enjoying her continued efforts. Lucian had nothing to hide there. In particular not to a trio of sexual demons, as his eyes took in the sight of his half-sister and her entourage.

"As if I could ever keep you from doing as you pleased, dear sister." Her half-brother responded, showing subtle signs of contempt within his voice, even while appearing somewhat courteous toward but one of his father's many bastard children. They never truly got along, the pair of them. Nor did Lucian do so with his other half-siblings during their past meetings. Certainly, some would hide their contempt at his being the one true heir to father's throne better than other, but each had their issues about not having been born to the underworld rulers one true partner.

Keeping a watchful eye upon the lead succubus while she addressed Rafael and put on her little shows, Lucian wouldn't openly admit it, but the sight of her did bring about familiar feelings of his past lusts toward the half-sibling. Feelings which, while hidden well enough with most of his body language, was shown to Perf through the slight swelling of his cock within her mouth, along with the way his tail tugged her with a little more need into his lap for increased attention.

While enjoying his little imp's lips and tongue along his aching length, the Prince watched while his half-sibling returned her full attention toward himself and beckoned over one of her entourage. Observing both of the females before him, Lucian let his eyes settle upon Eila for a moment, taking in the sight of the petite female and remarking with a small smirk, "You are far too charitable, Cerise."

Lucian wasn't blind to his sisters reasons for being here. She had intentions which went beyond any type of familial visit. They made him reluctant about even allowing her to stay within the castle, but the Prince didn't wish to show fear of anyone by expelling her away from here too prematurely. Also, looking over the petite succubus before him, it was hard for Lucian to turn away such hospitality so quickly. "I do believe I'll give your... gift, a trial run right here and now." The Prince remarked, raising a hand and slowly crooking a finger to beckon her closer toward his position at the throne, "Come closer, Eila. Let us test out how your Mistress' training has paid off."

At this, the tail coiled around Perf's neck began to slowly nudge her away from his cock. Doing so until his now glistening arousal popped free of her suckling lips, standing proudly before the small ensemble of 'guests' gathered within the throne room. Awaiting Eila's approach, Lucian's tail kept the Perf kneeling between his legs, while the Prince gave his little imp a silent glare - letting the small demon know without words that it would be wise to not complain or make trouble at this time. She was still being punished, after all, and having to share for the time being would be part of that. At the same time, however, the small demon's lord did show a rare sign of unspoken kindness, as the tip of his tail reached upward to give a single, surprisingly soothing stroke along her cheek - reassuring the imp of her irreplaceable spot at his side regardless of whomever else may enter their lives.

 

[Silver_Identity]

At the gesture done by the Prince, the succubus named Eila looked slightly nervous as she then exchanged a look with Cerise for a moment, as if asking in silence on whether it was alright for her to do so. The other succubus seemed humored at this, but nevertheless, looked confident in one of her toy's skills as Cerise then reassured Eila by planting her soft lips onto her own. The kiss was intense in passion, evidently as Eila began to moan into her mistress' mouth and their tongues tangled and entwined together. Celeste had rolled her tongue, exploring the insides of Eila's mouth and made the other succubus shook with need, especially when she finally broke the kiss. The petite succubus began to lean onto Cerise while her form shuddered gently, mostly with her growing lust and desire, but the taller succubus remained all calm as she held one of her favourite toys in her arms.

"Go ahead, Eila. You must not make His Highness wait any longer." She whispered into Eila's ear with a seductive tone, making the petite succubus tremble gently as the smaller succubus looked to Cerise with much sexual hunger before looking over to Lucian. A small nudge from the taller succubus was all it took, as Cerise placed her slender hand onto the small back of her toy and allowed for Elia to move forward and closer to the throne. Her small form was shivering slightly, but nevertheless, it was apparent on how she was excited and aroused at the present moment; especially growing bold as she bent forward and pressed her lips onto Lucian's in a fierce kiss.

There was a slightly addicting sweetness on her lips, almost tangy — perhaps it was the taste of Cerise's lips — which remained lingering on Eila's lips which now Lucian could finally taste. As the kiss lingered with Eila's tongue skilfully delving into the Prince's mouth to entince with his own in a heated dance, the dark-haired succubus had leaned herself closely and pressed her small form against his larger one. She almost placed herself onto his lap but had break the kiss to gasp for a breath of air before Eila finally spoke, though in a trembling voice, "I shall please you the best I can, Sire.."

With that, dark-haired succubus lowered herself down to her knees though making certain she would not nudge the smaller imp away, as she did regard Perf with her dark eyes for a moment. Unlike Cerise, Eila seemed more friendlier in a way, compared to Cerise, at least with a small smile the succubus displayed on her lips towards her direction. Nevertheless, she had made herself comfortable on her knees and her head began to descend down, her lips parting for a small, pink tongue to peek out as she then began to roll the wet appendage around the engorged head of Lucian's manhood.

Slurping her tongue up and down along his shaft, it was as if the succubus was savoring the new taste and texture of Lucian's thick shaft before she begin to wrap her lips around the head. Sucking tightly, her head slowly descended down as she begin to take more of his manhood into her mouth and then bobbed her head up and down in a slow pace; trying to get herself comfortable with this girth.

All the while, the light-haired succubus had been watching with mild interest and looking humored all the same. She had the most trust that Eila would satisfy her half-brother with her skills. After all, she did specifically handpicked Eila from all the other succubi who had been dying to be one of her entourage. She had trained Eila in all types of sexual pleasure, knowing which button to push to rile the girl up in a high aroused state. So here was one of her favourite toys, now kneeling before her half-brother and taking his hard cock in her mouth as Eila moaned pleasurably around his girth.

The scene was nothing new for her, and she reacted naturally as she then brought her attention to Rafael, who had been ignoring the whole unfolding situation alltogether. Seeing the daughter of the Queen Succubus had her attention onto him, Rafael dreaded the moment, especially when Cerise began to wrap her arms around one of his and leaned far too close for his liking. "Rafael, my dear, can you lead me to the room where me and my servants can stay for the meanwhile?" She knew, Rafael could not refuse her request and even more, on how she asked so sweetly with that soft, seductive voice of hers.

At this, Rafael released a frustrated sigh and refrained from tugging his arm away, as he wordlessly bowed his head towards Lucian in respect before guiding the daughter and her male servant to one of the many guests rooms within the castle. Along the way, Cerise had been clinging onto his arm and tried to make small conversations with him, much to the dismay of the older demon. As they walked towards the room, Rafael had spotted a familiar figure down the hallway, as she had been heading to the throne room, he figured. With that in mind, he inclined his head in greeting towards the pale figure of Jezebel before seeing that it would be best to introduce the new arrival to her.

"... Jezebel, I am certain you would know Lilith. This is her daughter, Cerise. She would be staying here for the meantime.." As trusted adviser gestured with his free hand towards the succubus, the succubus tilted her head slightly in greeting before sugar-coating her words once again, speaking in that sultry voice of hers.

"How wonderful. Never would expected for a lovely woman to live within the castles. Trying to court my dearest brother, I feel?"

 

[Eazy]

The dark prince observed both Cerise and her servant with some consideration as she prodded the smaller succubus into approaching the male. Lucian supposed his half-sister and himself shared a few similarities in the way they addressed their 'toys'; albeit with Cerise very likely having far more variety to play with than her brother, whom generally seemed pleased with the imp currently kneeling to one side. Regardless, his consideration toward why Lilith's daughter was truly here would have to wait, as the demon's full attention focused upon the woman's present as she approached and claimed his lips in a fierce embrace.

The powerful demon returned the kiss in full, tasting both Eila's own soft flesh and the traces of Cerise's own lips upon her warm mouth. Perhaps not entirely surprisingly, the realization of the latter part could cause the male's already throbbing arousal to harden further between his legs. It'd been a while since Lucian had bedded a succubus. None had shown during his open invitation, which perhaps may have been in part due to his half-sisters doings, whether directly or through an unspoken understanding.

Regardless, the male seemed intent on enjoying Cerise's pet, as he let out a low groan while parting his lips to accept her nimble tongue. His own met hers skillfully, with a talent both natural and trained which perhaps gave even the more talented of those from their own perverse domain a run for their money. Perhaps more surprisingly was that, even while this was happening only inches away from her, Perf would again feel the tip of the tail holding her in place reaching upward to lightly stroke at her cheek - showing the imp that her Master hadn't forgotten her presence even while enjoying another's touch.

When Eila broke the kiss, Lucian stared into her eyes, a half-smirk at her trembling composure, licking at the traces of her on his lips even as she spoke of pleasing the powerful demon. "I've little doubt that you shall..." He replied to her words, watching with a calm certainty as she lowered to her knees. Taking in a slightly labored breath in anticipation for what would come next, Lucian would not find himself disappointed in the least as the petite succubus descended upon the male's already glistening appendage.

Letting out a satisfied sigh at the feel of her talented tongue rolling around the engorged tip. His half-sibling had indeed trained her well, as she bathed the already moistened flesh with a thin, fresh coating of saliva before taking the Prince into her mouth. The male let himself give out another sound of pleasure at this sensation. This time a moan, which showed how well the succubus was doing at pleasing the thick cock in her mouth. While Eila may not have had the many years of familiarity with Lucian's throbbing arousal that Perf did, she certainly came close to making up for it with raw talent on how to pleasure a male.

His eyes would only divert from the scene of the succubus between his legs for a few seconds. Glancing toward Cerise as she spoke with Rafael before the older demon led her and Eila's brother away to show them to a room. The distraction was short lived, however, as the succubi's tongue promptly demanded a return of his full attention as it managed to hit a sweet spot for the demon. "Mmmm. Cerise was not bragging in the least about your talents." He stated, raising a hand to pet at the top of her head - even the gentlest of his touches almost seeming to hold a considerable power behind them.

Enjoyable as Elia's efforts had been, there remained the issue of the nearby Perf and her punishment for the previous interruptions of her Master's fun. And while making her kneel there while watching somebody else take her 'meal' would be a suitable punishment for those actions, Lucian had other ideas in mind. "However, your Mistress's sudden appearance did somewhat interrupt my pets punishment. And her favorite meal." The Prince noted, giving the succubus an appreciative pat on the head, before rather reluctantly nudging for her to let him slip free of her mouth.

The Prince's by now almost aching cock, having twice been interrupted in the midst of receiving direct pleasure, stood firmly between the two small female demons, as his hand on the back of her head motioned for Eila to not stop in pleasuring him with her talented mouth even as he addressed Perf. "My poor imp. Were you feeling left out?" He inquired, somewhat legitimately curious, but also making it evident that what came next would happen regardless of any answer she gave as his tail drew her closer toward the by now nicely slicked cock she knew so intimately. "I'm certain you wouldn't have any complaints over our new guest continuing to offer her assistance." The Prince suggested, the hand on Eila's head guiding her toward one side of himself, while the tail acting as a collar for the imp drew her closer to the opposite side; giving Perf a calm, yet assertive look which told her to 'play nice' as he finished, "Isn't that right, my little imp?"

 

[Faux_Pas]

While the Prince tested his new toy from his sibling, the imp that had been pushed aside sat back a bit, watching with a growing annoyance at what was taking place before her. The continued suckling sounds and slurps, the sighs and groans that left her Prince leaving her seething. She knew better than to act upon the growing anger she felt, but letting it build was something she simply couldn't prevent.

Bitch stole her damn lunch.

Glaring up at the half sibling that so calmly asked for a tour of the castle and to be shown her quarters, Perf's lip jutted out a bit further, that lone fang coming to rest against her upper lip. What, start a show then take off? If she was so dang interested in seeing what this... Eila... could do for the Prince, why go and run off now? Was she trying to torture her too?! That was a right for the Royal Family, damn it, not... her!

Her silent complaints were drowned out only by the sounds of his new toy working so diligently to prove herself to him, Perf huffing once again at the slurping and popping coming from the Prince's lap. It sounded like she wasn't even doing it right. She didn't even know where his favorite spots were! Lick and suck, then a tease with the fingertips. Why, she wasn't even getting her tail involved and-

Her eyes widened as he gave another groan, this one seeming to enjoy far more than his previous ones, a tiny whimper barely above a whisper coming with his praises to the newly arrived demoness... but the worst of it being the gentle petting he placed upon her head.

Oh. What. The Fuck.

The guards of the royal family had fun at Perf's expense many a time in the past. Enjoying how enraged the tiny thing would become over comments made about the Prince, or making small talk on how such-and-such servant seemed to be fawning over the Demon... All to see the little imp explode. The Prince's tiny pit bull, she had heard one refer to her as. Perhaps it was true.

This here was pushing that.
This whole situation.. All these women... attempting to get close to her Prince....

Her thoughts were broken away as he referenced her, glancing up at him curiously as the woman in his lap was drawn back. His tail still resting loosely about her own neck, the sudden coil it took against her skin caused her to stiffen just a bit, swallowing down quickly as it pulled the small female closer. Punishment... and meal. Oh...

His words, now fully directed to her, brought merely a louder whimper from her lips, a look of exaggerated pitifulness given as she came closer to the throne's edge. "I've been so very hungry, my lord...," She replied softly, glancing down as he toyed with the new woman's head and gave his intentions for her own purpose in this game. Her own eyes shot back up, her lips starting to open in protest- met with the tightening against her neck and the cold stare of her Master.

"Anything to please you, My Prince...," She managed to choke out before his tail pulled her in closer still, her lips finding the slick warmth of his cock. That shudder ran through her again, glancing up only for a moment to the woman opposite her.

She wanted to growl.
Wanted so very much to growl at that moment.
But she knew far better than to even try it.

Instead, her tongue glided against his flesh, her eyes closing as she tasted against her owner. She knew this skin. The way to tease against that spot, right beneath his cock head, to trail her tongue as best she could right here- to linger and suckle, to taunt so perfectly right at that moment, groan against his flesh, let the vibrations of her voice run against him...

She was going to remind him, in any way she could, that he needed her.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Receiving such a gentle touch by the Prince as he complimented her efforts and skills, a deep red flush overtook Eila's cheeks ans she hummed gently around his thick girth in mostly thanks before she continued her effort. Indeed, her skills was really to an expertise, but then again, being a succubus and even more, trained under her Mistress; it was no wonder.

Still, the petite succubus was more than happy to offer what she could as she continued to bob her head up and down along his length and almost to the point of feeling the enlarged tip hitting the back of her throat.

Every moan and compliment she received from the Prince had added to her pleasure — if her Mistress enjoyed her efforts, so she would receive such pleasurable rewards. But nevertheless, it seemed the Prince was minding his attention the smaller feminine figure and she was left slightly confused as Lucian nudged her to release his manhood from her mouth. Her eyes widened slightly, and indeed, she reluctantly pulled her lips away but allowed for him to explain to her on the situation.

Ohhhh, so that was the case.

Looking over to Perf, the imp did not seem to like her pretty much and seemed defensive when it came to the heir. Even then, she looked apologetic enough as she gave her a tilt of her head. But her attention was brought back to the Prince as he brought her head back to his manhood once again, but she moved her head to one side and thus, allowing for Perf to pleasure his manhood alongside her. Moving her body to give more space, she had placed her delicate hands onto Lucian's inner thigh and allowed her head to lean forward as she begin to pleasure his shaft along with Perf.

Her own tongue had begin to stroke along his shaft before lowering her head to focus on his scrotum. While Perf had paid attention to his length, Eila only thought of sparking more pleasure for the heir as the succubus played her little tongue around one of his balls before bringing it into her mouth to give a pleasurable suckle and adding a tug. A soft hum could be heard from her; the gentle vibrations felt from her mouth as she did so.

They only showed on how much she was enjoying this, and even her body was showing so many signs. Her shivering and trembling form, along with the glazed look in her red eyes as she kept her gaze upon Lucian's all this while. She had repeated the same efforts to the other sphere, giving it the similar treatment and only wanting to draw out moans and groans from the Prince.

But nevertheless, the deep flush on her cheeks and along with the musky smell from her was enough indication for her high arousal. It was not really surprising, since she was, after all, a succubus. Still, her own long tail curled behind her before moving the appendage over to Perf would be.

Perhaps the imp would dislike it but Eila seemed to want to be on her good side as she begin to trail it along the sides of her body, mostly to elicit small sighs and just to show friendly signs. Really, she consider herself a very nice succubus.

 

[Eazy]

The heir to the unholy throne was fully aware of how conflicting this situation may be for his favorite pet. She very much wished to speak up. To growl at her lord's present. To send her and the other females away from here like the others whom came before them. But the imp knew better. The imp complied dutifully, hungrily, as her soft lips returned to the flesh she was servicing only minutes prior. "You serve your Prince well, my little imp. When given the proper motivation." The male breathed out, a low sigh at that familiar sensation of her experienced and well trained tongue sliding against his sensitive skin.

Reminder seemed to be the key word here, as it became evident to Lucian, even while enjoying the familiar technique which few others could hope to match in servicing him, what Perf was trying to do. The powerful demon gave a knowing smile down to the little imp. She was trying to prove herself, to remind him of the pleasures only she could indeed draw out of his body after their centuries together. A nobler man may have stopped her and assured the loyal servant of her place by his side. But nobility was a fools game, and the sudden, deep groan which found itself drawn out after the way her tongue worked around the sensitive head in a way only she knew he liked was reason enough let her work at proving her worth to the demon Prince.

Not forgotten in any of this was Eila, whose own natural and highly trained talent was promptly put back to use by servicing the length of the male's cock which wasn't being taken by the impish female. The fingers within her hair tightened their grip slightly as the succubus worked her nimble tongue around the shaft of the demon's cock. The length of the Prince's throbbing organ twitched beneath the duo pleasures brought about by both of the females kneeling on either side. Perf may have disliked the succubi's presence, but it was thanks to her assistance that the Prince was quickly making up for the frequent disruptions in pleasure since earlier - both demoness tongues causing a steady flow of thick precum to seep out of the slit of his tip for either of them to lick up.

Thus, there was only a mild twinge of disappointment when the succubus drew her tongue away from his thick appendage. Mild, only because said disappointment was promptly replaced with the fresh sensation of Eila's talented, flexible tongue playing at one of his balls before drawing it into her soft mouth. "Mmm, Keep doing like so.... the both of you..." Lucian let out in a deep groan; parting his legs even further, while hand and tail both drew them in even closer toward the center. The feel of Eila's mouth working over the scrotum while Perf serviced the length of himself and fed off of the precum both were drawing out of the male was amazing. They actually complimented each other nicely, although even Lucian would dare not say so openly around Perf while her teeth were close to sensitive bits.

Another deepening moan was drawn out of the Prince's lips. This time less restrained than the previous elicited sounds of pleasure. Lucian's head rolled back slightly. His fingers gripping a little harder now at Eila's head by her hair. Not to the point of causing pain, but more so restraining himself due to not wishing to distract the succubus rather than any type of kindness on his part. While his tail similarly tightened its hold around Perf. Not in the exact same choking manner as before - for the same reasons of not wishing to cause distraction - but certainly in a firm enough manner to further signify his heightened pleasure as both mouth made him slick and ready to burst at any moment.

"Keep going... I'm almost ready... mmm..." He breathed out, only to be cut short with a pleasurable shiver when Perf's persistent tongue hit another sweet spot on his engorged and increasingly sticky tip. The musk of Eila's own heightened arousal added to the scene for the Prince. She was practically dripping with arousal, judging by the strong scent, which made Lucian all the more eager in testing her out further afterward. Along with this, her tail trailing along the sides of Perfs body seemed to have its own rewards for the Prince - as whether the friendly act drew the reaction of a growl or something less aggressive from the imp, it would find itself vibrating against his flesh through her lips.

Another loud groan at their efforts. The Prince's abdomen rising and falling slightly with the increasingly labored breaths. Familiar signs of his impending climax, along with the increasing flow of precum which was noticeably larger in amount then that of a human male's standards. Perf would without doubt attempt to lick and suck away as much of it as she could to sate her hunger, but portions of it would dribble downward, along the length of himself, before making its way to the twin sphere's which Eila had so skillfully been serviced - insuring that she wasn't kept out of tasting the demonic Prince.

Feeling himself drawing nearer, the Prince removed the hand from within Eila's hair - bringing it down to under her chin while simply ordering, "Up. Up, now." Awaiting for her to beckon his command, the male then guided the succubus to return her attention toward the swollen tip of his cock. The tail around Perf's neck did similar, guiding her attention to the head if it weren't there already. Wanting both girls to tease him there as he left their hands to do as they pleased, while staring down with lust filled eyes at the sight of them both while preparing to erupt within his peak of pleasure.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Jezebel sauntered close to the throne room, listening before entering. Hearing the commotion between Perf and Lucian, she smiled and moved closer, noting the entrance of Cerise.

Ah, Lilith. A queen in her own right. A demon, one of the first demons of the realm, a creature that, had the Judeo-Christian religion not been so male focused would have been queen of hell, Mistress of Lies herself. Jezebel smiled to herself as she heard that the gift for the king to be was another hole for him to stick his infernal dick in.

Perf would be so pleased.

Jez began making her way back towards the entrance of the throne room, stopping as she met with a rather more stern looking Rafael and a positively oozing Cerise. Jezebel smiled at the female and nodded towards the advisor.

"... Jezebel, I am certain you would know Lilith. This is her daughter, Cerise. She would be staying here for the meantime.."

Jezebel nodded once towards Rafael, and turned her attention towards Cerise who had already began speaking.

"How wonderful. Never would expected for a lovely woman to live within the castles. Trying to court my dearest brother, I feel?"

How droll, what's a little marriage between siblings, thought Jezebel, but kept her smile present throughout.

"It is always nice to see a sibling of Lucian's in the castle, Cerise. I trust your mother is well, and up to her regular tricks? She was always so much fun when she was in the castle. One never knew what she was going to do. But now, as she's been banished to the seventh ring, who knows when we might see her again?"

Jezebel laughed softly and waved her hands as if to wave away any slight she had just handed the demon.

"But you are here now, and vying for Lucian's attention. Your gift was a good one. I wonder how long it will last."

Jezebel knew she was walking a thin line, and in any other situation, she'd allow Cerise to drag her off and personally introduce her to the delights of living in the castle for a millenia, Cerise would be fun to break in.

"I do look forward to seeing you here, Cerise. Perhaps we should connect in the next few days? Yes?"

She nodded and stepped away from the trio, allowing them to walk down the hallway, before she quietly entered the throne room and surveyed the tableau before her.

Lucian on the throne, with both Perf and the new toy sucking obediently away on his cock. She ignored them, knowing that neither of them were a threat to her goal of being on the throne.

"My Lord." Her words were quiet, but she knew he heard her. She moved closer and waited for him to address her, watching him through her lashes, a small knowing and patient smile on her lips.

The game was on.
She intended to win.

 

[Faux_Pas]

The little imp groaned against her master as his taste lingered against her tongue, a sample of what she craved so desperately. Letting her mouth delve down further, testing the limits of her tiny throat with what seemed so giant a length and girth against her own size, all remaining attempts of a gag reflex that may have halted her in the past having been trained away. Little resistance. A port for the prince to use. Her throat tightened as she clung to him, still feeling so pitifully starved for both her favorite snack and simply his attention. All these new arrivals-

She felt the other girl then, her own mouth so close to hers as Eila toyed with the prince's sensitive scrotum. Her eyes cracked open briefly, peering to see the girl looking up at the prince. A tiny growl tried to leak from Perf, muffled down by her current efforts. Right. Don't talk with your mouth full.

A surprised squeak was added to those vocal vibrations against the prince as a sudden new feeling slid against her thighs, realizing it to be a tail. Not his, that was so lovingly gripping her neck and keeping her close, nearly strangling her between growls.... Not her own, left curling and swaying happily behind her. So- her?!

I don't wanna make friends-! Perf thought angrily, though that anger was hard to hold as Eila continued to trace that tail against her, the scent of the new girl's arousal starting to drift to her. Another little growl came from Perf, now more noticeable as Lucian's tail yanked her off, a trail of saliva left from his tip to the imp's tongue. "-GrrraaaghHey what gives?," she whined, her tail now flailing about in annoyance from losing her impending treat.

His demand for them to get up, his cock standing proudly before them, she realized then- her mouth reopened, eager to catch what she was so in need to taste. A brief glance was given to her new "playmate", eyeing her for the quickest of moments, then back to the prince, her tongue gliding against the hard flesh presented before her.

Someone else in the room.
If someone pushed their way between her and her snack, she was biting. She didn't care what Lucian did after it- she was going to bite. Hard. In sensitive places.

For now, however, she continued to please her prince, licking and sucking at her "side", whimpering in need to have her hunger met. Eila's tail had been a curiously confusing thing, making Perf wonder... Was this part of the succubus' mistress" game? Well then. Perf would play in return. Her hands raised slightly, one to run against the base of her master's cock, the other gingerly tracing fingertips against Eila's breast.

Another quick glance.
Challenging her.
Her fingers moved, her lips dancing against her prince as she teased along Eila's breast, seeking to trail her rather sharp nails against the succubus' nipple. Her own tail flicked about her waist, still watching this newcomer between her efforts to please her master, pushing the pointed tip of her own flexible extension to run against the other girl's sex.

Play.
Fine.
Perf would play.

Her attention finally tore away from the succubus to look up at the prince, her tongue still working to pleasure him, trailing and tasting, her croons of want growing louder.

She would play nice.
For now.

 

[Silver_Identity]

Both succubus and incubus had their attention upon the pale form of Jezebel, though the expression on his face hardened slightly as he knew that she was trying to make a slight mocking towards their Queen in their own plane. But for Cerise, despite being the very daughter of Lilith, she looked very humored and not even slightly bothered about the woman. She did not feel any threat, but then again, why did she even have to feel like so? She knew her worth; she knew her power and abilities.

This female before her was nothing, compared to her, even if she was one of the many lovers of her father. Then again, she was so sure she couldn't compare to her mother anyways, especially when the Devil himself would find himself going to the other plane to see her mother from time to time.

Lust and Evil; a wonderful and perfect combination, she had always thought. With that in mind, that knowing smirk remained on her lips and she raised a hand to grip onto her male entourage's wrist with a gentle grip to reassure him. He was, and had always been rather protective of her and her heritage. She cooed her own response back to Jezebel, her crimson eyes steady upon her own as she did, "I do look forward to seeing you more often too, Jezebel. I always wonder on why my father seemed to like you so much. Perhaps I can have a taste of you sooner or later? Who knows?"

Finally, the other female had left the trio alone, and as much as Rafael hated it, he guided the two other demons down the hallway to the guest room they would be staying for the meantime. The older demon cast a side glance towards Cerise before gaining permission from her to finally leave from her presence to attend to his other duties. He did had a lot of errands to do, and despite he should watch over the Prince for time being; he really did not want to be around when the Prince had his own indulgence with sexual pleasure with his 'toys'. Really, he did not need to watch any of that anyways.

For Eila though, she had continued her service with her tongue and mouth pleasuring his scrotum and hummed softly in pleasure. Seeing and hearing the moans of His Highness was enough for her to know she was doing a rather pleasing job, along with the cooperation of the Prince's favourite pet.

Seemed her friendly actions towards Perf received some responses, especially when she felt the sharp nails against her erect nipple and elicit a slightly sharp moan from her. It did not help her arousal whatsoever, feeling the tip of the tail teasing her crotch as well and only fueled her desire more. This only gave her the signals that Perf wouldn't mind if she returned the favor, and Eila did.

Moving one hand up, she took a bold move of wrapping her slender fingers around one breast of Perf and skillfully molded her breast with her hand, squeezing and caressing there, and even playing with her nipple between her thumb and index finger. As she did so, she felt the hand of the Prince suddenly moving from the top of her head to grab her chin, and she obligingly moved her head from his scrotum to now focus on the engorged head of his manhood.

While Perf had focused her other hand to grip around the base of Lucian's manhood, Eila's hand had began to wrap around his scrotum and giving pleasurable squeezes and caresses; as if beckoning for his inevitable orgasm to come quicker. Her own tongue trailed along the side of his shaft, before paying attention to the tip of his shaft. Her attention did drifted away slightly as she heard another voice present in the room, but she didn't mind whatsoever; not when she was too focused to make the Prince have such a huge orgasm to finally feed Perf, and maybe herself if the Imp allowed.

 

[Eazy]

The male let out a heavy sigh of the duel sensation of his favorite pet and his half-sisters 'gift' working over the throbbing length of his cock. They really did work quite nicely while within unison of the others actions. If only Perf could learn how to share a little better, Lucian considered with a smirk, while lifting the tip of his tail to stroke along the imps cheek in a brief moment of affection. Regardless, the dark Prince was taking in his pleasures, as even his steely resolve had since begun to chip away under the pairs attention of his aching manhood.

With his breathing having grown a touch labored and a steadier flow of precum streaming out of the swollen tip of his length, the male nearly missed out on the hints of an approaching new party. Although like with Celeste's arrival earlier, this one was a bit different from the usual ambitious little treat which sauntered into the chambers during the past few days. "Jezebel." The Prince acknowledged slowly; having known of the woman's impending arrival like with each of his 'guests', yet also being aware of her do to mumblings of histories beyond even his time. She was another to keep an eye on, Lucian would wager, although as his impending orgasm neared a point beyond being held back any further, it would seem such considerations would need to wait a few minutes longer.

"I'm afraid you caught me at a somewhat inopportune time for proper introductions. I'd... mmm... offer you a position, but I'm afraid the little imp here may be near her limits for indulging my urges." The Prince admitted with some strain of his voice while his lower body began to thrust forward a little more into the pairs eager tongues. Not that Perf's unwillingness to share her Prince would necessarily prevent Lucian from acting on such indulgences. No, he would simply wait until those sharp little teeth of hers were a little further away from certain body parts.

Letting slip another deep groan, the male returned his attention toward the small succubus and imp combination which worked their talented tongues over that swollen head while their hands played along the rest of himself. The fingers within Eila's hair tightened their grasp, while the tail coiled around Perf's neck squeezed and released lightly in an excited rhythm to further highlight the Prince's impending climax. "That's it... keep... mmm... right there..." Lucian groaned out with a tone which commanded more than pleaded for their continued attentions, even as that thick cock between them began to swell and the demon's body jerked slightly with the sudden yet expected pull of orgasmic pleasure.

Releasing an almost primal sound of pleasure through a low growl, the Prince's lower body began thrusting forward even harder into their playing hands and lapping tongues as the tip of his cock swelled before letting out the first, thick, torrent of warm cum onto their pretty faces. Hand and tail held the two girls closer together, practically cheek-to-cheek during this portion, as the demon unloaded stream after stream of his seed onto their faces while they continued in milking him with their hands. Lucian gazed down at the pair during most of this lewd exchange, but even the Prince found himself allowing his head to roll back slightly, eyes clenching in pleasure, while soaking up the enjoyable sensations rolling throughout his body.

Copious amounts of his cum painted both of the girls faces. Thick strings of semen having splattered onto Eila's cheeks, lips and forehead, while Perf wore a similar mask of her Prince's essence. Both would feel his cum beginning to stream down their devilish, yet lovely features in slow descents even as the demon male let out smaller amounts which hit at lower targets along their chests, with the final spurts simply flowing out of the slit of the now slightly softening cock and onto the respective hands which helped in milking him so thoroughly. If nothing else came of this, at least now Perf wouldn't find herself with any immediate shortage of her favorite 'meal' to feast upon between what found its way onto the three of them.

Coming down off of his orgasmic high, the Prince gave a satisfied smile to the succubus and his pet - admiring the wanton display they presented while covered in his thick seed. "The both of you were amazing. But I should expect nothing less of a finely trained succubus or especially of my favorite pet." Lucian praised the pair with a sly smirk; glancing upward toward Jezebel briefly before instructing the two of them on the 'clean up' process, "Do try to share. I don't want to need to pull you two apart." His words being directed toward them both, yet his gaze seeming to linger on Perf a little longer, before allowing them to both lick each other and himself clean while addressing the newest arrival onto the scene for now.

"My apologies for the continued distraction. But it is good to finally meet with you face-to-face. I'd heard whispers of your impending arrival, yet hadn't noticed you amongst those whom came and went during the past several days." The Prince offered with a calm tone; remaining seated for obvious reasons, while trying to play the part of a 'good host' in not ignoring the woman's presence. Besides, this ones very presence did hold an interest for the heir to the throne. For she had her own history about herself which was far more intriguing - and perhaps a touch intimidating - in comparison to the majority of female demons and others whom had passed through these halls since his fathers temporary leave of absence.

 

[Faux_Pas]

Her Prince knew her too well. Saw through her fake attempts at kindness. Merely glancing up out the corner of her eyes to his own as she continued her efforts to please him, taking an added moment to show just how 'cooperative' she was being by forcing her tail to stroke the other demoness' desperate sex with a touch more vigor, Perf gave a tiny growl of appreciation at the motions of his own tail against her throat. Better guidance on what he wanted- He didn't care about her trying to show off for his guests.

His words encouraged her, that little tip of her own tail still making efforts to keep Eila groaning as she licked and sucked, the imp's attention bouncing between the two. Suddenly forced to meet the other girl, his tail still clenching so tightly to her throat that it was nearly impossible to breathe as he held her against her new "friend"- and gave them both the gift she had so desperately wanted for her own. Her lips parted quickly, trying to catch what she could of the Prince's gift on her own tongue, hungry and eager for his taste to satisfy it. A whine left her once more as the briefest of tastes actually managed to find her lips, instead coated everywhere but. Left to match the new arrval.

Left very. VERY. Hungry.

A tiny whine left her at that, huffing softly at his warning mingled in his praises. "Oh, perish the thought, My Prince," She replied as sweetly as possible, her tongue flicking out to swipe at the dangling line of his seed falling from the tip of her nose. Peeking over at her new... partner... She raised a brow, then stifled a laugh. "Hell, you're a mess!" She paused, glancing down. "Fuck! So am I! Oh, my Prince, you give such gracious gifts..."

Already lost him to his new arrival.
Hmph.

Glancing to Eila again, she gave a tiny shrug. "I'm pretty damn hungry. I'll do my best not to bite. Though I cant give you any promises." She leaned forward with that, still entwined with her Prince's tail as she dragged her soft slick tongue against the succubus' breast, lapping away the still rather warm coating that rested upon it. "I'll do my best to apologize, however....," She noted, her tail once again coming to play, teasing once more at the succubus' sex.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Jezebel watched the display of lust, arrogance and sex indulgently, inclining her head at his words gently, but saying nothing until he had finished painting the two eager little mouths and faces before him.

Jezebel smiled to herself and ignored both of them. Elia because she wasn't worth any attention anyway, and Perf because she was a troublesome little thing that reminded her of her own palace dogs, always clamoring for attention and scraps of food from the Master of the house. Jezebel wondered idly if Perf begged for her meals too. Knowing Lucian, the short answer was probably yes.

She waited for the Princeling to catch his breath, and caress the girls before him, recalling while she did his half sister's words of interest in spending time with her. Another smile. If the Lord of Hell couldn't break her, she doubted the bastard daughter of his could either, even if her mother was Lilith. But the woman did have a draw, it would be fun to assess the competition.

Her attention was drawn back into the room as Lucian finally addressed her.

"My apologies for the continued distraction. But it is good to finally meet with you face-to-face. I'd heard whispers of your impending arrival, yet hadn't noticed you amongst those whom came and went during the past several days."

Jezebel inclined her head, and met his eyes almost shyly, "No apologies, necessary My Lord, the ruler of Hell needs not explain his proclivities to me, He must simply make his needs known, so that they may be properly handled."

She smiled sweetly at him then, before continuing, "I had thought it best to wait to make my entrance after the riff raff had been dealt with." Her tone, though dulcet and soft was knowing and she glanced quickly at Perf, before resting her gray eyes back on Lucian.

"If it pleases my Lord, a light repast has been set up by the staff, and I wonder if you would join me there. I have heard that my Lord's favorite treats have been prepared and with your recent vigorous activities, a meal may give you strength for more."

She kept her head held high and her hands simply at her sides, her simple long black gown clung to her frame and highlighted her pale features, her long silver hair curling around her shoulders and back. The offer in her eyes was simple, she offered sex and supplication like the toys in front of him did, but she would neither beg nor crawl across the floor to be painted like some little whore.

If he was to be a ruler, he needed a queen. If he was going to be a spoiled princeling, he could continue to fuck toys. The choice was his. The distinction hers. She bowed slightly and stepped forward.

"My Lord, as always, I await humbly, your decision to escort me to dinner."

 

[Silver_Identity]

Feeling the grip of the Prince's hand upon the top of her head was enough indication that Lucian was so extremely close to his release. At this, Eila was eager to follow his order and please the heir even further as her hand continue to jerk and stroke around the lower portion of his manhood. Tasting the pre-cum leaking from the slit of the engorged head, the petite-figured succubus knew she would had a very nice treat and only could look forward to the taste of his thick semen — knowing all too well she would enjoy the taste of the copious fluid nevertheless.

A small pleasurable moan escaped from the demoness' lips as the first spurt of the thick fluid finally came, closing her eyes in reflex as she felt the warm seed spluttering over her facial features, painting her neck even and the top of her breasts. Managing to get a brief sample of his semen in her mouth, she only could lick her lip and pulled her hands away to slowly wipe the excessive fluid from her face.

She was not surprised to see how much of seed he had managed to cover her and the imp beside her, but the musky smell along with the taste of his semen was just so intoxicating, and only making the succubus' arousal to heighten further.

A deep flush overtook her cheeks, her body shuddering gently with much need but she never moved herself and only waited for the next command by Lucian. So when he proceeded to instruct her and the imp to clean themselves along with him, the succubus moved herself closer to slide her wet tongue along the Prince's thick length to clean him properly; slowly licking any traces of semen away though her body respond to Perf's actions.

Eila could only moan, enjoying the touches and attention Perf gave to her and thought perhaps the imp was slowly warming up to her, or just merely following orders, but nevertheless, her own tail had began to curl around Perf's smaller form and drag the tip of her own tail against the imp's crotch, only wanting to give her the similar attention to her.

While all this had been going on, Cerise had made herself at home inside the large guest room within the castle, along with her male entourage who would accompany her during her stay. Iarith was his name — Cerise's personal butler and another one of her favourite 'toys' as the powerful succubus would put it. A knock at the door has brought their attention and soon passed an invitation that dinner would be serve at the royal dining hall, which Cerise was certain her brother would attend along with the other ladies who would be pursuing after her half-brother's interest.

All being curious to see the other whores who would easily present themselves to their heir, Cerise entertained the idea and decide to go to the dining hall. There was also the plus of being able to catch Rafael — oh, she so enjoy teasing that rather grumpy demon. There was a thrill to break and make a strong demon succumb to their desires, and thus on the reason why her mother and herself had been interested with the older demon.

And then there was her older half-brother — the true heir for the throne, born of the coupling of her father with his true partner of Hell. Cerise had never really met with Lucian's mother, but her own mother had spoke only good and respectful comments about his mother. It was difficult to gain Lilith's respect or approval, so Cerise knew his mother was something different all-together. Even then, Cerise had to admit she felt an attraction to her handsome half-sibling and knew all too well on that her brother do lust for her in return.

She had never allow herself to entangle with him though, and the same, Lucian had never made advances to her. There was that contempt between the bastard children of Satan among each other, and that was mostly the reason. But here she was, after hearing news that the Prince was to find his Queen to rule alongside him.

A small smirk touched her lips at the thought of it. Let this game start then, she thought to herself. At the tiny gesture with her hand, Iarith had went over to her side and both demonic creatures left the guest room to head to the dining hall while being led by one of the servants. All the while, she did wonder for a moment on how her petite succubus of a toy was doing, but only had great confidence that Eila would not disappoint her nor the Prince.