Lucifer Reborn Dante King (books that read to you txt) 📖

her voice sounding more demonic than ever before. “But you’re accompanying me on my first day of class, Luke. You too, Mareth. We’ll show these bitches what ‘professional’ really means…”

We reached the bottom of the stairs, which emptied out into a wide cavern bathed in torchlight. My first impression had been correct: this did indeed look like some ancient Greek temple, the kind of place where brave heroes came to seek the advice of the Gods and Goddesses. The attire in here reflected that idea, with demons of all stripes wearing little more than short black tunics tied on with simple gold bands. I guess the idea is for easy access, I thought, noting a bank of lockers along the far wall where a demon’s normal clothing would be stored while class was in session.

If in the Greed school, students had been vociferous in their arguments about the law, and the Wrath school gravely determined to showcase the arts of fighting, the devotees of the Lust school seemed almost flighty in comparison. Male and female demons flickered in and out of rooms, some of them with messed up hair and robes that hung half-torn off their sleek or muscled bodies. Every room we passed echoed with orgasmic cries, along with the patient instructions of a teacher—or a TA with plenty of T&A.

One of the curtains hung open for us to see what was happening inside as we passed. A brown-skinned demon with the legs of a goat and two massive horns on either side of his head reclined in a hammock, two different women taking turns running their mouths up and down his thick, throbbing cock. With a grunt, he lifted one up and took her in several different positions, flashing through each one as quickly as a gymnast at an exhibition.

“Very good!” the instructor—an utterly gorgeous pixie wearing nothing but a smile—announced to the class. As I watched, I realized nearly every demon in the room was engaged in some manual or oral stimulation. Probably keeping themselves ready for their turn on the hammock, I realized, as this was clearly some kind of pop quiz.

“I want to spend some more time in this room,” Christina panted, her cheeks as red as apples. “Luke, why don’t you hop in that hammock and let me and Mareth show off our skills?”

That sounded like a damn fine idea to me—but Xora had other plans. “It would have to be Luke,” the rusalka warned, ignoring the increasing speed of the husky groans as both demon girls picked up the pace. “Under better circumstances, someone would have warned you before your transformation, but I might as well tell you now. As a Mog, you’re bound specifically to Luke, and only Luke. Along with the rest of his bonded, of course. Having sexual relations with anyone except Luke, or any other demons Luke binds to himself, would cause an...unpleasant effect.”

“Unpleasant how?” I asked.

“You won’t die,” Xora said, winking at Christina. “But you’ll wish you were dead.”

Christina took the news extremely well. “That’s fine,” she said, giving my ass a naughty squeeze. She seemed even more turned on than usual, as if that were possible. “I definitely have zero intentions of being with anyone other than Luke at the Academy. Along with any other demons he decides to bind,” she added, biting her lip and looking at Mareth.

I better do that soon, then, I thought, looking the succubus up and down. I definitely need to lock a girl like her down...

“It’s not all fun and games,” the rusalka snapped, hustling us past the curtain. From the other side, the satyr demon let out a roar of passion that ended in a grunt of disappointment. He’d clearly shot his load all over the two sexy demon girls, finishing the lesson too quickly. Better luck next time, pal, I thought. I’d do no such thing with Christina and Mareth.

“Sex is pretty fucking fun,” Christina protested. She reached behind her ass as she walked, fiddling with the zipper of my pants. I stiffened, in more ways than one, as she reached in and subtly pulled my cock free of the fabric. “What’s not to like?”

“Uh, Christina?” I whispered. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Yes of course, the mechanics of penetration are universally pleasurable,” Xora ranted, her voice loud enough to muffle the sound of Christina fucking with my zipper. While the rusalka spoke, Christina hiked up the leather skirt hugging her ass. I gasped at the sight of her bare, dripping pussy—she had no panties on underneath. I was about four inches away from being inside her, just from where I was standing.

“Go on,” Christina said in a high, whimpering voice. “You were talking about penetration—”

She slammed her hips back on me, and I was inside her. I bit down on my knuckle to stifle a moan, the only thing that saved me. Being inside the Lust school had turned Christina on immensely, and her tight little pussy gripped me like a glove as she impaled herself on my cock. I couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was.

“But there are other dimensions to sexuality,” Xora continued, oblivious to the covert sex happening a few feet away from her. The sound of Christina’s ass slapping my hips melted into the fucking all around us, hiding it from her. “Aspects that are much more complicated than insert Part A into Slot B. Are you listening, Luke?”

“Uh haaaah,” I growled, my fingers digging into Christina’s hips. She giggled, working herself back on me an inch at a time. Her walls ground around me tight enough to throw sparks. Between her hot demon pussy and the illicit thrill of what we were doing, I knew I’d only last a few more seconds. I was fucking there, and Christina knew it.

Xora, somehow, accepted my line, going back to her lecture. Mareth’s ears perked up