“I-If you want to leave, we can. I’m not going to make you do this!”

“It’s not my first time dealing with older demons, you know.” Thomas flashed a smile. “How bad could your parents be, anyway?”

Nymira fiddled with her own fingers, looking firmly down at the rough stone floor. Her round cheeks puffed into a concerned pout. “I’m serious. They’re not like human parents. I don’t want you feeling… uncomfortable.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Thomas ruffled her short, hazelnut hair, and she whined like a small kitten. Truth be told, he was nervous as Hell. Appropriate, given where his fiancée and her parents lived. He looked up at the imposing wall of chiselled granite, the stone the color of half-dried blood. The wall tore its way through the winding, stalactite invested caverns like someone had mashed a bunch of game models together. Hell echoed with the screams of the damned. It stank of sulfur, salt and sweat. Even the air itself seemed malevolent: as if it were trying to claw its way down your throat and burn your lungs to ash.

The effect was ruined somewhat by the quaint wooden door that looked like it should be behind a white picket fence.

He tugged at his shirt collar. Thomas had dressed in his best smart casual—jeans, button-down shirt, even freshly shaved— and he had no idea if he would be under- or overdressed. His experience with the denizens of Hell tended to focus on the Second Circle, which skewed his perception a bit. Appropriate attire down there involved copious amounts of nudity. Er, up there? This was the Fourth Circle, after all.

Realizing he was stalling, Thomas gave Nymira another reassuring smile. She gave him one back, hers always looking like she knew a dirty secret about him. Hell, she probably did. Her rounded face and cute hazel bob of hair were deceptive: her eyes burnt with mischievous hellfire. A roman nose and point ears contrasted sharply. And her stubby little horns poked up and told the surface world exactly where she grew up.

Even for a succubus, she looked young; barely into her twenties, maybe a few years shy of him. Her fashion sense matched. She’d picked out a cute little punk number: striped stockings, a tartan skirt and a sleeveless top and complimenting collar. Still, if that’s what she was wearing down here, then his outfit almost certainly fit the bill. Thomas took a deep breath and knocked three times.

“Just a minute!” Sang a beautiful voice from the other side.

Thomas shifted on the balls of his feet. He could faintly hear a woman humming from inside the house. He turned to Nymira, his mouth open to ask her if he needed to know anything else when the door burst open. A wave of heat and floral smells washed over him: like the physical embodiment of a blown kiss. He shook his head to clear it of the inevitable succubus-induced lust. “Hi, I-”

“Nymira!” The demonic woman bounded right past him, scooping up Nymira into her arms. Or, more accurately, her naked chest. Like all the other succubi Thomas had met she wore nothing to cover her hourglass frame. Unlike the others, Nymira’s mother actually looked older than thirty. A very fashionable, beautiful older than thirty: a soft, almond-shaped face accented by winged black eyeliner, full pouting lips and framed by sweeping black hair that half-covered her face. Jessica Rabbit sprung to mind, though the only red here was her bright scarlet skin.

Nymira squirmed. “Mom! Stop it!”

“It’s been so long since your last visit! How are you doing? Are you eating well? Getting enough souls in your diet?”

“Mom!”

“Um… hi.” Thomas waved at her.

“Oh!” The woman released Nymira and turned to face him. “Oh, you must Nymira’s little human boyfriend. Thomson? Um, no, sorry…”

“Thomas.” He smiled and tried to keep his eyes locked with hers. Red and yellow ringed irises looked him up and down like she was picking out a new pet rather than her future son-in-law. His gaze briefly flicked down to her neck and the only scrap of fabric on her body. A thick, black leather choker ran around her slender neck, draped in small silver chains and a heart pendant dangling from the front. He was surprised it didn’t have ‘slut’ printed on it.

She mimed a curtsy despite not having a skirt. “I’m Daemeli, but you can call me Mom if you like. Or Mommy, that’s what most of your kind call me.”

“Mom,” Nymira hissed, “Don’t talk to him like that.”

“Hmm? But they do. Oh, don’t get me wrong, it’s absolutely adorable!”

“It’s alright, Nymira.” Thomas said.

She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Daemeli -‘Mom/Mommy’ having been forever perverted for Thomas by the internet- flashed him a perfect white smile. Thomas thanked God for it; it gave him something to focus on besides her intense, demonic eyes. The last thing he wanted was to find himself staring at the way her ample chest gently moved with each subtle movement of her shoulders or the way her hips moved when she shifted her weight from leg to leg, or how the spade-shaped tip of her tail seemed to idly caress her smooth thighs…

Dammit.

“Ah, where are my manners? Come in, you two, it’s boiling out here!” Daemeli ushered them both inside. Thomas tried not to yelp when her hand squeezed his arse through his jeans.

The front room looked surprisingly ordinary and domestic at first glance. A broad, open mix of a dining room, living room and kitchen all in a modern style. Sleek steel counters and tables topped with black glass or granite dominated half the space, flanked by tall leather chairs. A little fireplace jutted from the far left wall, encircled by two large couches, and stared down a set of double doors into the rest of the house. But the more Thomas looked, the more he was reminded of where exactly he was. Display cases pressed against the walls held sculptures half erotic and half horrific. Kitchen knives forged from warped, black metal hung on cruel hooks. The material used for couch and chairs looked more like reptilian scales than simple cow leather. The floor, a simple wooden herringbone pattern, groaned like the soft whimper of punished sinners if he pressed just hard enough. Even the lights, little round bulbs in plain metal cones, gave off an unearthly glow. He realized why when one of them shuddered: they were souls trapped in frosted glass.

“Your father’s going to be late back from work today,” Daemeli said over her shoulder. She pulled a white, frilly apron off its hook and tied it around herself. Somehow, it made Thomas even more hot and bothered than when she was naked. “Make yourself at home, Thomas. Just watch out for Spot, he’s a little nippy when it comes to humans.”

“Nippy?” He raised an eyebrow.

He got his answer when a cacophony of barking leapt off one of the couches and rushed towards him. Thomas jumped back just as a three-headed Jack Russell Terrier snapped at his ankles. It glared up at him with all six yellow eyes, its mane of snakes writhing like an angry octopus. It barked sharply with its middle head, the other two snarling.

“Spot! Down, boy!” Nymira pointed down at it.

Spot immediately dropped onto his hind legs, his tail wagging as all three heads turned to her.

“Who’s a good little puppy? You are!” She knelt down and scratched the chins of the side heads.

Thomas reached down to pet the middle head. It growled, and he took a sharp step back. “So that’s what you meant by nippy.”

“He’s just a little protective of Nymira. We’ve had him since she was small, and the poor thing never left her side.” Daemeli tossed a knife from one hand to the other and brought it down on a hunk of… something with a sickening crack. “Most demons would call their hellhounds something like Kerberos, but our little girl was so insistent we go for a more ‘human’ name.”

“Mom…” Nymira rolled her eyes.

“It’s no wonder she ended up with you, you know. She’s been all over human culture her whole life! Honestly, we’d kind of hoped it was a phase. You know, the kind of thing you grow out of once you get into college…”

“Mom, stop.”

“But then she met you and told us she’d made an immortal pact and, well, we were shocked at first.”

“Mom!”

“Oh, sorry, dear. It’s just… a little unusual, you know? Not that we’re not happy for you both, of course! We just expected you’d find a nice incubus, or maybe one of those pit fiends you were always ogling in High-”

“For Lucifer’s sake, Mom, stop!” Nymira’s cheeks flared almost as red as her mother’s skin.

“Don’t you use that language with me, young lady.”

“It’s fine. Really, it’s okay,” Thomas said quickly, “It’s not exactly common where I’m from either.”

“It used to be, back when more of you were playing around with salt circles and the like.” Daemeli sashayed around the kitchen, her bare arse almost hypnotic. “Though, I suppose that was less ‘marriage’ and more harems. You’re lucky it was our sweet little daughter you summoned. I used to eat up cute morsels like you every day.”

“Eat up…?”

“Well, not literally, of course. That’s a different department. But I could suck more souls out of mortal cocks than anyone else in my prime. Oh, those were the days… so much sex, so much feasting. Mmm, and the thralls to keep you ticking over…”

Nymira whined. “Mom… they don’t talk about stuff like that up there.”

“Still? Ugh, somethings just never change, do they?” Daemeli rolled her eyes.

“You said ‘used to’, right? So, what do you do now?” Thomas ran a finger over the glass table top. He hissed as the edge left a small cut on his thumb. Was that obsidian?

“Oh, I work in the back offices now. Not much call for an old woman like me on the front lines. So many are into ‘younger’ girls. And, of course, we brought in all those cute boys as well. At least they help the hours go by faster.” She chewed her bottom lip and chuckled to herself. “Ah, sorry, dear. My department is the one that stops you from finding that perfect porn video. You know, the one you found a year ago and haven’t seen since?”

“This really is Hell…” Thomas muttered.

Daemeli smiled. “I guess you won’t need to be worrying about that now though, will you? Not with my adorable slut of a daughter.”

“I, um, well…” He’d prepared himself for her to be forward— succubus, duh -but not that kind of forward!

“Don’t be shy! I was so worried about her grades during her first semester, you know. So good on the theory stuff, but absolutely awful on practical. The counselor said it was just nerves, so we tried to get her some real practice. But she just couldn’t bring herself to ride any of the studs we brought her! Some of them were prime human meat too. Not that it went to waste, of course. I’m not picky when it comes to leftovers.” She almost purred the last couple of sentences. Thomas got the distinct impression that if things didn’t work out, he was top of Daemeli’s menu.

Nymira grabbed him by the arm and yanked him towards the double doors. “I’m going to show Thomas the house now, okay, bye!”

“Have fun, you two! But not too much. Dinner won’t be much longer,” Daemeli blew them a kiss.

Thomas could barely get in a goodbye wave before Nymira shoved him through the doors and into a spacious, carpeted corridor. She slammed the blackened wood behind them. Thomas stood dumbfounded for a second before Nymira buried her red face in her hands.

“Urgh…” She groaned, “I’m so sorry about that!”

“About what?”

“You know, the whole…” She fiddled with her hands. “Phase thing? Mom and Dad never really saw my interests as anything but dumb teenage stuff. Um, not literally teenage, since it was for a few decades, but… I just didn’t want you to think they thought you were kind of a dumb punk thing or something. I mean, I guess they do, but, I-”

Thomas kissed her forehead. “Nymira, I’m a demonologist. That’s not exactly mainstream either.”

Nymira pouted, but let Thomas hug her close. “You’re not mad, are you?”

“She literally devours human souls. I’m just glad she’s not talking about me like I’m a packed lunch.”

“Or an oral slave.”

“That’s your job.”

Nymir whined and buried her flushed face into his chest. He scratched behind her little horns and smiled as she squirmed against him. For a succubus, she really couldn’t handle anything lewd. Well, the actual lewd stuff wasn’t a problem once they got into it. But the lovey-dovey romantic stuff? It was like showing fetish porn to a convent.

“So… a tour of the house, right?” He said.

“You actually want one?

“It’s not every day I get to see the inside of a demon’s house.”

Nymira pointed to each of four doors in turn. “Bathroom, stairs to the basement—that’s where Dad’s office is. Oh, and Spot’s den, as well as the sex dungeon.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised by that, and yet…

“Um… that’s my parent’s room, probably best I don’t show you that… and then my room. My old room.” She took a short breath. “I still have to get used to that.”

“Didn’t you have board in… college? Is that what you called it?”

“More, um… training. But I used to call it that around my parents because, I, uh…” She fiddled with her tartan skirt.

“It sounded more human?”

“Sh-shut up!”

He ruffled her hair, and she made that little kitten noise again. Thomas reached for the door.

“Wait! W-we don’t have to go in if you don’t want to.” Nymira grabbed his hand.

“Because I don’t want to, or because you don’t want me to?”

She pouted. “It’s just… you know. ‘Teenage’ girl things?”

“Are you worried I’ll find your dildo?”

She smacked him on the arm as he laughed.

“Now you’ve got me curious,” Thomas said, “What kind of posters does a young succubus put on her walls? Like, a demonic boy band? Pin-ups of archangels?”

She just fiddled more, nervously glancing from the doorknob to his face. Thomas relaxed his hand, pulling away from the door, and she sighed with relief.

And then he flung the door open anyway.

“Oh… my God.” He muttered.

Nymira covered her face. “No…!”

“You were a weeaboo?”

‘Weeaboo’ was putting it lightly: posters plastered the walls of the room each one bearing the face of some pretty anime boy. Or a girl in a few cases, though Thomas couldn’t tell if those pin-ups were meant to be titillation or inspiration. A long desk pressed against the leftmost wall overflowed with little plastic figures perched between various sextoys and vibrators. The size and style of some of them filled Thomas’ head with a mix of fascination and dread. A queen-sized wrought iron bed poked out of the opposite corner, sheets lovingly pressed and straightened.

Thomas took a tentative step forward, the wooden floor making the same moaning as the one in the front room. “It’s like an otaku’s wet dream in here.”

“Shush…” Nymira stared down at her feet.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He scratched the back of his head. He looked up at the ceiling and found the most enormous collage of hentai he’d ever seen. “Did you… use that?”

“Um… maybe. Might have taken some i-inspiration too…” Nymira shuffled awkwardly.

“Wow. Uh… kinky. Did you ever practise that one face?”

Nymira rolled her eyes back and stuck her tongue out in a parody of pure pleasure. She snapped back and giggled. “Sorry. It’s stupid and silly.”

“Thank fuck I got you first,” Thomas breathed.

“H-huh?!” She covered her face. “No!”

His heart rose right up in his chest. God, he loved when she was embarrassed. The cutest little noises… He peered around the room again, hoping the second pass would let him process things a little easier. Thomas spotted something poking out from a gap beside the bed. Before Nymira could stop him, he reached over and plucked it out.

“A body pillow? Wait, is this Joker, from Persona?”

Nymira snatched the long, printed pillow off of him and hugged it tight against herself. Her glare lost a lot of its fire thanks to the blush turning even the tips of her pointed ears bright scarlet. “It’s called a dakimakura! And there’s nothing wrong with having one!”

Thomas cocked his head. “Wow, the art on that pin-up is really good.”

Nymira squeaked and turned the pillow around, so the ‘safe’ side faced him. A futile effort at modesty, considering the forearm-sized neon horse cock sat on her nightstand. Thomas sat back on her bed, half expecting the mattress to be made of masochists, and tried to pick out the anime he recognized.

“Some of these are really old. How long have you been into it?”

“A while…” Nymira put the body pillow down by the bed and sat next to him. “I had a lot of time while I was in coll- um, training.”

“I guess the toys are all part of that?”

“K-kind of. Sometimes I had to use school equipment because I couldn’t practice by myself.”

“I thought I was your first…?”

“Oh!” Nymira blushed. “Y-you are, I just… I meant bondage stuff.”

Thomas blinked. “What kind of equipment?”

She fiddled with the sheets. “All sorts. Every kind. I had a lot of time to practice.”

He clicked his tongue. For an easily embarrassed girl, she had a lot of kinky surprises. He gently pried open the nightstand’s cupboard with his foot. He kind of wondered if a pair of handcuffs would fall out. Instead, something small and brown flopped onto the floor. Thomas reached down and picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

A teddy bear? An old one at that, its fur matted in places and its little bow-tie faded.

Nymira gasped and took the bear from him. “Teddy! Oh, I was so worried they’d found you and thrown you out!”

“You keep a teddy bear hidden in your dresser?”

She hugged the bear close, resting her chin on its battered head. “They’re not something demons are supposed to like. Human girls collect stuffed animals and hide their sex toys, but succubi…”

“Do the opposite.”

She nodded. “You don’t think it’s weird, do you?”

“The sex toys or the teddy bear?”

“B-both…”

Thomas smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I think they’re adorable.”

“Sh-shush!” Nymia pouted. “Succubi aren’t adorable!”

“This one is. And I love her for it.” He pecked her lips.

Nymira melted into a quivering little ball in his arms. She buried her face in her teddy bear and refused to look at Thomas for a few seconds, before mumbling. “I love you too.”

A door opened and closed in the distance.

“Sweetie, your father’s home! Dinner will be ready soon!”

“Well… here comes the next hurdle…” Nymira stood up and put Teddy back into his nightstand. She gave him a little wave before closing the door. “We’ll come back for you.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard to sneak him out.” Thomas said. His hands shook a little, so he curled them into fists. This was the part he’d been dreading: Nymira’s father. He took a deep breath and followed behind Nymira. His thoughts raced, looking for alternatives or escape routes. What kind of nightmare waited for him in that front room? A blindingly handsome incubus, or a twelve-foot tower of satyr muscle?

The last thing he’d expected to find was a lawyer.

Nymira’s father stood just above six foot tall, wearing a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. Everything about him screamed salesman, right down to the way his yellow eyes appraised Thomas like a used car. His black hair had been slicked back, and it shined like a coat of oil. He flashed the two of them a brilliant white smile as they walked in, opening his arms wide to give his daughter a hug. If it hadn’t been for the pair of stubby horns on his forehead, almost identical to Nymira’s, he would have passed as entirely human.

“Hey, you must be Thomas, right?” The suave demon extended his hand. “Jhorath, Fourth Circle.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Thomas took Jhorath’s hand. And almost screamed as the demon’s fingers crushed his.

“Oh, sorry about that, champ. Force of habit.” A knowing smile plastered itself across Jhorath’s face.

“Not a problem…” Thomas winced, “You said you work here in the Fourth Circle, right? The sin of greed?”

Jhorath pointed a finger gun at Thomas, complete with wink and tongue click. “Sharp kid. I work for the corporate sector. Big ideas man, you know? Hey, you play video games a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Great! Microtransactions in Triple A games? I made that happen. You would not believe the bonus I got; Mammon himself gave me the employee of the decade award.”

Thomas had never wanted to punch someone in the face more in his life.

“Dinner’s ready, kids. I made your favorite, dear.” Daemeli called over from the table.

“Perfect. Believe me, you are in for a treat, champ. My wife is the best cook in the Fourth Circle, and I do not say that lightly.” He ushered Thomas over to his seat by the black glass table, where an enormous hunk of charred meat lay on a twisted metal platter.

The three of them sat in place while Daemeli carved out rough chunks of meat with a hooked knife. She hummed quietly, tail and hips swishing as she worked, and occasionally made a point of ‘bumping’ into Thomas. He kept his eyes firmly on his plate. Something surprisingly hard to do: not because of the pair of enormous, perfect breasts on display just beside his shoulder, but because of the torture scene carved into the blackened pewter of his dish.

They sat in silence for a bit, until Daemli yanked herself off a considerable chunk. After that, the demonic parents dove right in with ravenous delight. Their cutlery flew wildly as they cut through thick lines of sinew and muscle, gorging themselves on burnt flesh.

“Sorry…” Nymira whispered, before joining them.

Thomas pushed back his surprise in favour of going wild himself. Thank fuck there weren’t any weird rules about etiquette. The moment the meat touched his tongue, Thomas knew why they ate so quickly: it was the tastiest thing he’d eaten in his life. Perfectly spiced, perfectly cooked despite the black charcoal on its surface. A hint of heat, of smoke, of sweet… he had to force himself from gulping it down like a beast.

They ate in relative silence for a few moments before Jhorath paused to dab the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “How’s the food? Not too spicy?”

“Not at all, it’s great! What sort of meat is this?” Thomas took another bite.

“Child rapist.”

Thomas gagged.

Jhorath smirked. “I’m just messing with you, sport; we don’t eat the clientele. Not their bodies, at least. Nah, its fell beast.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t much better. “What about the spice?”

“Just regular old cayenne. One good thing about a daughter who loves humans? You get to try all their food. You boys sure know how to make the most of things up there.”

Thomas chewed slowly. It didn’t taste like cayenne: it was too hot. Not quite a chilli either. Whatever it was, it left a warm tingle that started on his tongue and followed each mouthful down into his core, where it smouldered like an ember.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Jhorath took a sip of what Thomas really hoped was wine.

“Um, I… I’m a demonologist.”

“Rare. You get much work doing that?”

“It varies. Mostly I just end up doing, uh…” He stopped himself.

“Exorcisms?”

“Yeah.”

Jhorath waved his fork. “Hey, doesn’t bother me, sport. It’s honest work. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess we make, right?”

“A lot of mess,” Thomas sighed with relief. “Sometimes I have to call in favors from the lower circles. Information, a couple errands to run… that sort of thing.”

“Isn’t that imp work?” Daemeli asked.

He tugged at his collar, a bead of sweat running down his neck. “Sometimes. It depends on what you’re trying to get done.”

“Can’t be much of a call for someone like you these days. You got a side hustle?” Jhorath asked.

“You’d be surprised how much you can do over the internet.” Thomas tried to make it sound like a joke.

“Oh, believe me. Sinners are easy pickings thanks to that thing. Guess I never thought it’d go the other way.” Jhorath took an unusually large bite. “I might have to watch out for you. Wouldn’t want to fight my daughter’s fiancé to the death, right?”

“Dad…” Nymira groaned.

“I’m just kidding, sweetie. We’re not supposed to get involved in family affairs. Too many turf wars in the old days.”

“Which old days?” Thomas asked.

Jhorath whistled. “Real old days. Before my time, and believe me, that is saying something.”

“So… how long have you two been…?”

“Together? Oh, a millennium in a few decades.” Daemeli put a hand over her heart. “He was so sweet. On one of our centennials, he caused the fall of Mali, just so he could impress me.”

“I would’ve toppled the Romans if we’d met a little sooner.” Jhorath slid a hand around his wife’s waist.

“Wow. Wait, Nymira, how old are you?” Thomas turned to her.

“I, um…” She pushed her food around on her plate. “Almost a couple of centuries.”

“Succubus training can take an awfully long time,” Daemeli said, “And it’s so easy to get overwhelmed. I was lucky enough that Lilith was still teaching, but poor Nymira had to make do with second rate teachers. And there’s so much law you have to memorize… I was so happy she passed, even if it was a little late.”

“We knew she’d make it, though. Got her mother’s fire in her, even if it needs a little stoking now and then.” Jhorath beamed. “Besides, she had her heart set on the human world and wasn’t going to stop until she got there.”

“Dad, stop…” Nymira shrank back in her chair.

“You should have seen her room during the 70s. Punk rock everything! Threw out her whole wardrobe three times!” Daemeli laughed.

“You okay, champ? You look a little shaken there.” Jhorath pointed his fork.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Thomas swallowed. His clothes felt like latex stuck to his skin. Sweat drenched his forehead. “I guess I’m just… I wasn’t expecting to date an older woman.”

Jhorath cracked a smile. “Take it from an old-timer like me; there’s no better kind of woman.”

“Dad!” Nymira pouted.

“Sorry, my little unicorn. Just guy talk.”

“Unicorn?” Thomas asked.

“Weird pet name for a demon, right? I know, I know, it’s sappy. Most dads will call them their hellspawn, or their little brimstone furnace. But Nymira has never been your typical demon girl anyway, so why give her a typical nickname, right? Besides, after the whole Princess Sparkles thing, it just fit.”

“You still have her?” Nymira sat up.

“Of course, sweetie!” Daemeli said, “We could never get rid of her, not after all the trouble your father went through to drag a unicorn down here.”

“You brought a unicorn into hell?” Thomas exclaimed.

“Let me tell you now, finding a pure virgin to look after her? Not easy. Had to pull a lot of strings for that one. At first, it was all for my little girl but after a few decades… she’s grown on me. Still take her for walks out on the field of bones sometimes.” Jhorath’s smile seemed genuinely fond.

Thomas sat back and exhaled. Partially out of a mix of shock and respect—a freaking unicorn! -but also in a vain attempt to deal with the growing heat. Hell was hot, it kind of came with the territory, but things had been pleasantly warm until now. He flashed a glance over to Nymira and almost dropped his fork. Her shirt was unbuttoned, falling off her shoulders, while her small, perky breasts stood on full display. Sweat dripped down her neck and over her chest as her hands fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

He looked back at his hosts. Neither of them batted an eye at their daughter.

Ah, shit. When in Rome…

Thomas’ hands darted up to his shirt, almost yanking the buttons apart. He breathed a sigh of relief as the sweat-soaked fabric slipped off his chest and draped over the back of his chair. Daemeli’s mouth flicked into a smirk, but he ignored it. She’d been doing worse all day.

“You got any big plans in life, Thomas?” Jhorath asked.

To fuck your daughter senseless every night, Thomas thought. Where had that come from? He fumbled with the buttons of his jeans. “Um, I guess living comfortably for now.”

“No ambitions at all?”

“I just… try to take things one step at a time.” He said, yanking down both his jeans and his boxers in one motion. His rock hard cock smacked up against his stomach, aching like he hadn’t jerked off in five years. Even naked, the air turned oppressively hot, like he was stuck in a sauna. A sauna heated entirely by his rampaging libido.

Nymira didn’t seem to be faring better. Like him, she’d stripped herself down, until all that was left were her striped stockings. The tops dug into her slightly pudgy thighs, the sight of which almost made Thomas throw her onto the table and fuck her then and there.

His head swam as blood pounded in his ears. He glanced at Daemeli for a half second, and his mind filled itself with the image of her full, black lips gliding along his cock. Fuck, she’d probably do it if he asked. Her tongue flicked out to wipe away a speck of marinade and his cock throbbed in need. Thomas tried to pull his mind back to the dinner table, but he just couldn’t hold his focus. His skin burned, crying out to be touched. His breathing turned ragged and short.

“I have to go,” Nymira said, standing up suddenly. Her hard cock bobbed in front of her as she stepped from the table and almost ran through the double doors. Thomas watched her go, eyes focusing on her pert little arse as it swung with her hips. The memory of it bouncing along him barrelled to the front of his imagination. He could hear her moaning, almost feel her tight hole squeezing around his shaft…

“M-me too, I have to… I have to go do something.” He bolted toward the door, his chair clattering behind him.

No sooner had he stepped through than Nymira was on him. Their lips crushed together as they held the other’s naked body against themselves. His hands roamed over her subtle curves. His fingers squeezed into soft flesh and danced over smooth skin. He wanted her. Needed her. Absolutely had to fuck her right that very fucking second.

“I can’t stop,” He said between kisses.

“Then take me already!” She breathed.

Thomas scooped her up in his hands, her legs instantly wrapping about his hips. They crashed against walls and doors as they searched for the right one, blinded by lust. He kicked her bedroom door open, and they tumbled onto the bed. They clawed at one another, hot breath tickling burning skin.

“There’s lube in the drawer!” She gasped as he bit into her shoulder.

He almost yanked the drawer clean out of the nightstand. Thomas fumbled for the bottle, tossing it beside his lover as they ground their hips together. The heat at her crotch brushed his own, and they whimpered in unison. Cold lubricant briefly graced his fingertips before he sunk them into her. He forced himself to take it slower. To make sure she could handle him. But fuck, if it wasn’t hard.

“I’ll be fine! Please, hurry!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.

“Thomas, I love you, but I need that cock in me right fucking now!” She growled.

He’d never heard her do that before, and it almost made him cum on the spot. He pulled his fingers out, wiping what was left of the lube on his cock before grabbing the back of her knees. She whimpered as he pressed her thighs against her torso—her favorite position -and he ground his cock against her arse. Her shaft twitched in response, the tip drooling pre onto her stomach.

“Please…” whimpered Nymira.

“Gladly.” Thomas slammed himself inside her.

Her fingernail dug into his shoulders. She screamed in delight as he pounded her into the bedsheets. The frame creaked and groaned from the force of it, the headboard banging against the wall. Nymira’s thigh quivered in his grip. Thomas kissed her forcefully, drowning out the moans and squeals with his tongue.

After the first thrust, it was like his body took over completely. He couldn’t do anything but fuck her tight, warm hole. Like an animal in heat, he needed to mate. Needed to cum inside her. Needed to make her scream his name like the mewling bitch she was. And from the way her hips desperately tried to move despite her pinned position, his body knew she wanted it just as badly. Her cock flopped against her stomach, twitching every time his smacked against the sensitive spot inside her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolling out. For a brief moment, she looked just like one of the girls in the pictures above her bed.

Thomas growled and pushed her legs down further until her knees hit her shoulders. He felt like he would snap her in two, but her grip just grew tighter, and her screams louder. The pressure built at the base of his shaft. Heat and need bubbled up inside him. The slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed around his head, matching his heartbeat and Nymira’s gasps.

He buried his head into her shoulder and cried out as his body gave up. One last thrust and all the pressure emptied out of him. Pulses of pleasure ripped up his cock and through his mind, wiping every thought out with a white haze. His grip on Nymira’s thighs loosened and immediately her legs wrapped about his waist, pulling him closer. Deeper. He could feel spurts of warmth splatter between their naked stomachs. She mewled and moaned, writhing beneath him as the haze slowly dissipated.

“Holy shit,” breathed Thomas.

“So good…” Nymira pulled his head against her, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “You’ve never fucked me like that before.”

“I don’t know what came over me.”

“I don’t care. I want it again.”

Thomas laughed breathlessly. “Ask your parents what was in that meat and maybe we can find out.”

They giggled together, gently nuzzling as they slowly disentangled themselves. Thomas lay atop Nymira, kissing her neck while she half-heartedly told him not to. His body felt like he’d run a marathon in five minutes, but his cock wanted to keep going. So did hers, by the feel of it. He rested his forehead against hers, letting himself relax and drape over her like a blanket.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She whispered back.

“Worked like a damn charm, I see.”

Thomas and Nymira turned to the door, hearts stopping. Jhorath and Daemeli stood in the doorway, both with broad grins. Daemli bounced on the balls of her feet as she applauded, while her husband leant against the frame and slowly clapped.

“What’s going on?” Thomas asked.

“The drug we slipped into your food worked!” Daemeli said.

“Now, don’t take it the wrong way, sport. It was nothing serious, just a little… assistance. Something to get the blood pumping in all the right places,” Jhorath added.

“You drugged my boyfriend?!” exclaimed Nymira.

“Sweetie, it was in your best interest.” Daemeli ran a hand down her own body. “We succubi have powerful urges… healthy libidos and almost bottomless appetites. If you were marrying a pit fiend then we wouldn’t have been worried, but with a human…”

“We just wanted to make sure Thomas here could keep you satisfied. And, I gotta say, the boy passed with flying colors. Kid’s a natural!” said Jhorath.

Daemeli bit her lip. “I’ll say. I might have to borrow him from time to time.”

“Honey, you know that’s not how most human marriages work.”

“Aw, but maybe this one? Please?”

Thomas looked down at Nymira and couldn’t help but laugh. Of course, of fucking course, they’d try to pull something. Demons or humans, it didn’t matter: every parent just wanted to make sure their kid was happy. He rolled onto his back, exhausted past the point of caring whether his future in-laws saw him naked. Nymira pulled her face from out of her hands and gave him an embarrassed look.

“Parents, right?” He whispered and kissed her neck. She squirmed in place and bat him away. At least until his fingers slipped between hers. She clasped his hand with hers and mumbled back, giving him a soft smile.

Daemeli let out a hysterical noise. One hand clapped over her mouth while the other fanned her darkening face, her eyes wild with something between indignation and arousal. Nymira and Thomas shared a look as she rushed out of the room.

Jhorath pursed his lips. His voice dripped with barely contained disgust. “Look, champ, I know things work a little differently topside. But if you don’t get your hand out of my daughter’s right now, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR