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I won't lie, I had reservations about the plan. To seduce not a woman's libido, but her heart - all so I could break it? Objectively, this was cruel. Yet, the girls had been successful in their quest so far to corrupt me. A year ago, I wouldn't have even imagined anyone doing this, for any reason, let alone to become some kind of sex demon. Yet, I was committed to going through with it. Ms. Sabrina Hewett was a beautiful, sweet, funny woman - all qualities that made me fall for her so hard in the first place, all qualities that caused me to do something stupid like sacrifice my career for her. It was for those reasons that I wondered if she deserved this kind of treatment, but also was confident she would bounce back.

Sabrina was the very definition of a catch. Educated, beautiful, young, vibrant, spirited, funny, employed, determined and caring. In truth, I had more doubt that I would even be able to get her to fall for me than I did if I could go through with the final step of breaking her heart. Still, assuming it would all go according to plan, that I would be able to get her to fall in love with me, I was confident she would bounce back. After all, she was a catch. Sure she would hurt, that was the idea, but she would heal. She was young, she had plenty of time to recover and find love again.

But I'm lying. Well, I am and I'm not. These were all doubts I had going on in my head, but they were not as prevalent in my head as they may sound. In truth, I knew I was going to go through with the plan. Even when those pesky doubts sprang up, I didn't need an orgy to convince me what I was doing was something that I wanted. It took only a matter of seconds to convince myself that this is what I wanted, and if it meant hurting some poor girl's heart to gain the kind of life and power they had promised me, well, I was willing to sacrifice Ms. Hewett's love to do it.

Nevertheless, as confident as I was with my decision to go through with the plan, I wasn't as confident that I could pull it off. This was Ms. Hewett we were talking about. By far the most beautiful teacher in the school. Even though she had an illicit relationship with only one of her students, many more would have killed to be in his shoes. Yet, she didn't compare to Vivika, Nessa, Val or Ms. Cross. How could she? She was pretty, certainly, and when she wasn't covered in paint or her hair wasn't all askew from the stress of the job, she was downright beautiful. The V-girls and Ms. Cross, however, were on another level. Still, it wasn't as if I had seduced them. Sure they had chosen me, but it wasn't solely because they found me attractive. So my confidence in my wooing abilities hadn't risen much.

I asked Vivika if there was some spell she could do to just make Sabrina fall in love with me.

"Magic can do many things, but it cannot force someone to do anything," she explained. "In most cases we can stack the deck, so to speak, but not in this case. There has to be no doubt that she fell in love with you, because of you, and only you, for this ritual to work. You wouldn't exactly be giving up true love if she only fell in love with you because we made her constantly horny or put a glamour on you to make you look like her greatest fantasy."

So I was on my own, or least I had no magic on my side. I had to use the incentive of having my own harem and otherworldly powers to boost my confidence enough to even ask Sabrina out. Thankfully, those are powerful incentives, and after some mumbling and fumbling that would make Hugh Grant groan, I managed to ask her out. To my surprise, she said yes! Actually, she leaped at the opportunity to go out with me. I had overestimated just how difficult it would be to get her to fall for me. I just had to make sure I lived up to her idea of a perfect man, or at least a man she could see herself marrying.

That was another specific of the plan. It wasn't as if I could just get her to say "I love you" and then run. I had to convince her to spend the rest of her life with me. To devote herself to me and me alone for the rest of our lives. The plan was to date her for a bit, get her to fall for me, and then ask her to marry me. Assuming she said yes, we would actually go through with it, actually get married. Then, on our wedding night, I was to break her heart. That was when her heart would be most full of love, and thus be all the more potent for the spell the girls wanted to cast, according to Ms. Cross. I asked the girls what would happen if I couldn't get her to fall in love with me, but they said they had absolute confidence that I could. I asked the girls what would happen if I couldn't get her to marry me, and they said they would use "Plan B." They wouldn't say what it was, which probably meant I didn't want to know. So, even for Ms. Hewett's sake, I would have to convince her to marry me and then leave her on our wedding night.
 


Our relationship blossomed quickly. We shared much of the same interests, and we had plenty of war stories from the battlefield that was our classrooms  to share and laugh over. She understood me, and I her. She was sweet and funny and, I have to say, very frisky. Sabrina had no interest in waiting for the third date to get my pants off. We didn't even make it to the bedroom after our second date.

I worried, after our first night together, that I had gone too far. She said I was like an animal, a different person, far more wild and passionate than my personality let on. I couldn't help it, though. Even when I was with a beautiful woman like her, I thought of the girls. I thought of all the things I wanted to do to them, and so I would do them to Sabrina, instead. Of course, I would still do those things, and more, to Vivika, Val, and Nessa, when I wasn't with Ms. Hewett. She even claimed that a few of the thing we had done that night, she had never done before, and she made sure to tell me which ones she liked the best.
When I spanked her, I was thinking of Val. Of that tight, toned, ass, giving only the slightest of shakes when I pounded into it. Sabrina had a great ass, I'll give her that much. She liked to run, in the mornings and some evenings, and it helped to keep her posterior lifted and lovely. It couldn't compare to Val's, however. Val was also very active, but far more athletic, and her youth meant her ass was perky no matter what. The next day, I would show Val just how much I had thought of her the night before. I fucked her in the ass so much that she had to miss practice the following day. I felt bad, since she loves sports so much, but she told me she didn't mind. She had gotten enough of a workout to miss practice all week if she wanted to. Val only regretted not being able to go out onto the field with my seed still trapped in her ass and pussy, sealed in her holes by her tight shorts, she said.

I made her fantasy come true a week later, though, at least. Before the game, I fucked her under the bleachers. It was the first outdoor sex I had ever had, and with all those people sitting right above us, it was even more exhilarating. Val told me that when she made her first goal, it was just as she began to feel a bit of my cum drip out of her pussy. That feeling, mixed with the feeling of scoring a point for the team, caused her to climax there on the field, Val claimed. Everyone just saw it as a victory cheer, from her, though. Still, she got carded for using excessive language during the "cheer."
Back to our first night, while we were quite passionate going into my house, I still made sure to include some foreplay, and introduced another new sexual aid to Sabrina: ice cubes. While I used ice cubes on Hewett's humble breasts, I thought of the mountains that sat on Nessa's chest. I had only used ice cubes on Hewett's breasts, causing her nipples to harden and skin to become cool and wet. The night after the one I had with Hewett, though, I did far more to Nessa's tits. I covered them in whipped cream, complete with a cherry where each nipple would be. After I cleaned her off, I drizzled chocolate and strawberry syrups over her sensual hills. Anything I did to her breasts, she would do to my chest and to my cock. We both made sure to clean each other off completely, with only our mouths, so there was no stickiness when I would slide myself into her cleavage. After she ate up all the mess I made on her breasts, she insisted on sucking me off again. She laid across my body so she could piston her mouth up and down on my shaft, and I could enjoy her wet folds. Even after she drank down another load, she wanted more. That night, I eagerly indulged in her oral fixation, filling her stomach. 

The next day, she missed class. Her mother had called in saying that her daughter had a stomach ache and didn't feel ready to come in today. I brought her homework over, a guise I used to see if she was actually okay. When I brought it up to her room and she threw off the covers, crawled to the end of the bed, and undid my fly, I knew she was alright. I just had to be quick, much to her dismay, but I didn't want her parents to get suspicious as to why a teacher was spending so much time in their daughter's bedroom. We had more fun later that night when she came by to visit, so it all worked out.

The final act I introduced to Ms. Hewett was up-against-the-wall sex. This, of course, was done while I was thinking about the time, during the orgy, when I did the same thing with Vivika. Even as I chewed into Hewett's shoulder, I could think only of Vivika. The only part Hewett said she didn't like were the bruises my tight grip on her thighs made. She forgave me, though, because "getting them there was very fun." I didn't have to go anywhere the next day to fulfill my desire to be with Vivika instead of Hewett. While my fellow teacher and I rested in my bed, Vivika came to visit. There, while Sabrina slept, she rode me with strong, slow, deliberate grinds, not wanting to wake up Hewett and ruin the plan. 

After she came, I turned us both over on her sides and thrust into Vivika from behind, both of us facing the sleeping teacher. I would whisper into her ear about how much more beautiful she was than Hewett, how much better she was in every way, and how I couldn't wait to become an even better lover for her. Vivika agreed, but did admit that Ms. Hewett was a beautiful woman, and wondered if I would be able to convince her to join my harem when this was all done. We both confirmed our shared doubt of that happening with a laugh that had be stifled with a kiss. Vivika got bold and draped a leg over her art teacher's lap while she slept, but still she was never aroused from her slumber. We had so much fun that night that it became a tradition. Every night, after I had sex with Sabrina, and she was asleep, Vivika would arrive to remind me what really hot sex felt like. Although, I suspect she was doing it simply to reaffirm that I was hers. She didn't want me to go a single night with just Hewett's honey on my cock.

Sabrina and I continued to date for the remainder of the school year. And while we dated, we of course had relations. When we were apart, I was with my three favorite goth students. At first I felt bad for her, but when you're hilt-deep inside of an 18 year old beauty like one of the V-girls, you quickly toss aside your moral code to make room for more lust.
 

 
By the end of the school year, I had proposed, and she had accepted. She was so happy. Up until that point I was so confident I was doing the "right" thing, but seeing her eyes well up with tears made me question everything I had done from the start of the year to the start of summer. Getting the chance to be with Ms. Cross, clad only in her demonic form, set me back to the attitude I had before I proposed, and kept me on that path until the very end.

We agreed to have the wedding in the middle of the summer. That would give us enough time to go out on our honeymoon, before having to start work. Well, before she had to start work. Neither of us could afford to go very far, and I convinced her we should just put all the money toward a beautiful ceremony. I told her going to a beautiful location for the honeymoon would just be a waste, as we'd only be in the hotel room the entire time. She definitely liked that argument, and so we were agreed.

Sabrina and I invited everyone we knew. Friends, family, and co-workers - everyone whom I would be saying goodbye. There was no way I would be returning to my old life after I went through with the transformation. Why would I want to? So this wedding was a way to say goodbye to all the faces I would miss, and many more that I wouldn't.

The venue we had chosen was breath taking. Tall columns, beautiful stained glass windows, art across the ceilings, and candles from back to front. The actual ritual Vivika was planning would not be taking place in a large cathedral befitting the scope and power of what she was attempting to summon, but at least I would spend part of the fateful day in such a location.

Naturally, the girls were not invited. That did not stop Vivika from showing up on the big day, however, in my dressing room. She wore what appeared to be a goth's version of a wedding dress. All black, studs and spikes, but the same basic shape of a wedding dress - though with a plunging neckline that no blushing bride would find to be respectful to wear before the eyes of her friends, family, and God. She told me that she didn't have much time, that there was still a lot of prep work to do before my part of the ritual was needed. Vivika still wanted to see me off, so to speak, and remind me just what I was doing this all for.

If there hadn't been so many people in the church, so much talking before the ceremony began, I'm sure someone would have heard us. Dress hiked up, top yanked down, pants around my ankles. It was pure and it was simple, as pure and simple as it could be with Vivika Briarheart. Afterwards, she coated her fingers in her juices and pressed them against my lips. She then whispered to me, "Be sure to kiss her with passion and want, desire and love. Leave no doubt in her mind that you love her and only her." Really, I think she just wanted me to kiss a woman with her cum on my lips, without the other woman knowing.

As planned, the ceremony was beautiful. Tears, laughter, joy all around. Sabrina cried, and even I teared up a little. I could still feel Vivika on my lips, though, so I could never forget her, even on my wedding day. I made sure to share the gift she had given me with Sabrina. Our kiss firm, deep, and borderline inappropriate. The perfect kiss to show the world our love.

I could hardly wait to get out of there and to the hotel room we had reserved. The reception was interminable. I just thought of what I would be getting out of all of this, and my smile never faded. Poor Sabrina thought I was smiling because of her. She had invited at least three ex-boyfriends to the wedding, and each of them obviously still carried a flame for her. I was confident any or all of them would try to pick up the pieces of her heart after I shattered it. Hell, perhaps one might even be able to fix it and she would find true love and happiness with them. She deserved to find true love, after all. She loved me, though I don't think I loved her, not anymore, and she deserved someone who did. It was just a shame how she would have to get there.
 


When I got a text from Vivika that simply read "We're ready," I didn't hesitate any longer. I told Sabrina that I couldn't wait any longer to lie with my wife, and after a few goodbyes, we were off. In the limo ride to the hotel, she was all over me. I did my best to keep things at least somewhat calm, though. So at least when the limo stopped, we didn't have to get dressed again before we got out. The hotel was in the middle of the city an hour where the school both Sabrina and I worked. It was a level of elegance you could only find in a large enough metropolis.

My heart skipped a few beats when we arrived. There was no mistaking our concierge for Vivika. Yet Sabrina didn't recognize her at all. Vivika was hidden in plain sight. Respectful uniform, small glasses seated on the bridge of her nose, and her hair done up in a tight bun. All her physical features were there, but without the gothic clothes and the commanding disposition, she was hardly recognizable. However, what confirmed my suspicions were her eyes. Dark-gold eyes peering at me from behind her cute glasses. I always had a thing for women in glasses, so I hoped she could hang onto that pair. Who was I kidding? She had probably constructed those with magic, like the rest of her outfit. That or the real concierge was tied up, left only in their underwear, in some closet in the hotel. The architect of Sabrina's heartbreak was completely hidden from her, no doubt thanks to a combination of Vivika's unusual (for her) attire and Sabrina's laser focus on her new husband.

Just like Vivika had found a (very temporary) summer job at the hotel, so too did Val, our bellhop. The hat, lack of piercings, and her uniform covering up all her tattoos, all made her as unrecognizable to the drifting eye as Vivika had been. Not to mention her chipper and upbeat attitude was not at all what anyone would suspect from Val if they had known her for only a moment. Just as I had confirmed who our concierge was, I knew right away that Val was the bellhop by her legs. I doubted that the skirt that went half way down her thighs, which was exceedingly modest for Val, was regulation for the staff, and by wearing it she threatened to expose that she didn't belong. That short skirt is what allowed me to spy Val's key features, however - her ass and legs. She wore dark stalkings to cover up the tattoos on her legs, but their shape were unmistakably the result of all the exercise and sports Val enjoyed. On the elevator ride up to the room, she kept her back to us, and while Sabrina nuzzled her head against my shoulder, I kept my eyes on our bellhop's fantastic ass, which threatened to burst free of the skirt at a moment's notice.

As her friends before her, Nessa also made an appearance in the hotel on the way to our room. She had chosen the role of maid, pushing her cart down the hallway toward us. Her attire was definitely more in line with what seemed regulation for the hotel, but as conservative as any outfit could be, nothing short of a winter coat could hide the size and shape of her breasts. Not even the top two buttons could be done up due to the swell of her chest, though I suspected she would have left them undone, regardless. Sabrina did happen to notice how revealing our maid's outfit was, and made a remark of "Jeez, you'd think she'd be better suited to play a maid in a porno than actually be one in a hotel," to me after we had passed her and arrived at our room with Val. Val tossed me a sly smirk when Sabrina made the comment, one I was sure to return.
Sabrina and I didn't pack much for our week long honeymoon. Just a change of clothes to wear when we go into public, items to maintain good hygiene, and some tennis shoes. Sabrina brought along an extra suitcase of underwear she wanted to model for me. So it didn't take long for Val to get the bags into the room, refuse the tip I instinctively offered her with a "No, sir, please. It's my pleasure," and a lick of her lips, and leave the newly married couple to their soon to be brief honeymoon.

As soon as the door closed, Sabrina leaped into my arms, depending on me to catch her, and locked her lips to mine. Her kisses were frantic, quick, and joyful. "I can't believe you're my husband now!" she said, each word preceded by another smooch. I had to set her down on the edge of the bed before she left all the moisture from her red lips on my blushing cheeks.

While I went to take off my shoes and hang up my jacket, she started the arduous process of taking off her dress. "Now, I still haven't decided if I want to take your last name or not," she thought out loud while she undressed. "Even if I did, would I still go by Ms. Hewett at school? Er, Mrs. Hewett," she corrected herself with an embarrassed snicker.

"What? Don't like the sound of Mrs. Harper?" I teased, removing my tie and checking my phone. I was looking for any new info from the trio of witches I was ensnared by. When we went over the plan, they only filled me in up to the part where I got Sabrina into our hotel room. When I asked what I would need to do after that, they gave a faux confused look, a smile, and said "Why, what all husbands do on their honeymoon - enjoy their new wife." Figures that even this deep in, they preferred to keep things from me. They had grown to enjoy it too much during the year to stop now.

"It's not that, it's just, well, I like being called Ms. Hewett."

"Mrs. Hewett."

"Right, right. As inappropriate as it is, I like that some of the students call me Hot Hewett," she admitted, remarking on her favoritism toward one of the nicknames the students had for their sex teacher.

"What about Ms. Hewett who likes to do it?" I asked, bringing up another rhyming phrase I had heard used in reference to her.

"That one I'm less partial to," she said, glaring at me with her eyes but smirking with her lips.

"The truth hurts," I teased.

"Hey!" she snapped back simply, and with no argument she simply threw one of the many tiny pillows that took up half our bed.

"What about you? Would you go around as Mr. Hewett?" she asked after I kicked the pillow back at her.

I honestly hadn't thought about it. While I had planned on marrying her, I hadn't planned on staying married. I certainly hadn't thought of living my life as Mr. Hewett. Still, why not humor her while I wait for the girls to do whatever it was they were waiting to do.

"I suppose," I said with a shrug, removing my shirt and then coming over to her to help her with the parts of her dress she couldn't reach. "Not like I would be giving up any nicknames that rhymed with Harper."

"Well, none that rhyme with your last name," she revealed, looking at me over her shoulder with a lusty look.

"Really?" I asked curiously. "What are they?"

"Oh no, I'm not telling you," she refused. "I don't want you to get a swollen head from all the naughty praise."

"That's not the part of me that's swelling," I said with a lusty tone, pressing my hips against her from behind, the dress having been removed and laid gently on a chair.

"Oooh, Mr. Harper, you're so forward," she cooed.

"It's not forward when it's with my wife," I growled.

"And would the things I'm thinking of us doing still be taboo, now that we're married?" she purred, pressing herself back against me.

"None of them," I reassured, my hand pressed against her soft belly. "Now, why don't we see if the rumors are true, if Mrs. Hewett really does like to do it."

"Mmm," she moaned while nibbling softly on her lower lip. "She does if you promise to do all those things we did on our first night together."

"And more," I promised, speaking of things she couldn't imagine but would soon have to face. I turned her around and immediately pulled her body back to me. Her brown eyes looked up at me with desire and love.

"God, how did someone so gorgeous wind up being a teacher?" she asked with admiration. I had never been called gorgeous before, though I knew I wasn't hideous. I had to have been doing something right to attract three women to pull me into their sex games. 

"Is that why you married me? For my looks?" I said with fake hurt. "I'm more than just a slab of hunky meat, Sabrina!" I added with extra fake outrage.

After she laughed, she reassured me with, "No no, I married you because I love you. I love your smile, your wit, your compassion and your passion," she made sure to add with a wink before continuing her list of reasons for marrying me. "I love how much you understand me, and how safe you make me feel, and of course," she began to finish, raising self on her toes so she could whisper it into my ear, as if anyone else could hear us, "your big, fat, cock." Of course I knew she was exaggerating its size slightly, but I hadn't heard complaints before and I'm glad she appreciated what I did bring to the bedroom.
With that, she began to slide down my body, keeping her breasts pressed against my chest while she brought herself down to her knees. Her manicured fingers worked off my belt and pulled down my pants before she wrestled free my half-erect cock. "God, throughout the reception, all I could think of was getting you back to this hotel and eating up this delicious cock," she told me, her breath hot against my groin, and my skin heating up by the minute as she stroked. "How about you?"

"What about me?" I asked, pulled briefly out of the bliss of having my privates handled with such care.

"Were you thinking about me, and what you wanted to do to me during our honeymoon?"

"You could say that," I half lied.

"Care to share your thoughts with the class?" she curiously asked, using the vernacular of our trade before swirling her tongue around the head poking up from her grip.

"You'll have to earn that," I teased.

"Oh, I'm sure I can make you talk," she confidently said between sucks.

"You're welcome to try," I offered. After she smiled wickedly to my challenge, she returned her focus solely to enjoying the heated rod with her mouth. Her technique was nothing like what the girls had shown me, but it wasn't bad. It was hard to have bad technique when it came to blowjobs, I supposed. What she lacked in skill she made up for in eagerness to please. She wanted to show me that I had chosen well in her as a wife, the one woman whom she believed I would be with for the rest of my life. To convince me that she and she alone was the one woman to please me the way I wanted to be. As I had said to her, she was welcome to try.

Like I said, what she lacked in technique she made up for in eagerness to please, but she still lacked technique. Given what I had become accustomed to, it was like going from steak to chicken nuggets. I wouldn't turn down either, but there was a clear favorite if given the choice. Had I not started to think about the girls, I would have been 10 more minutes from coming. I didn't want to waste an ounce on her, not knowing who was soon (hopefully) to arrive, so before I could let out another droplet of pre-cum, I urged her to her feet and sat her back in the wooden arm chair across from the bed.

"That was divine," I lied. "Let me show you what you've inspired within me," I elaborated on the mistruth. Now I was on my knees and between her legs. She cooed and moaned while rolling her head, all reactions as I kissed from her knee toward the space below her bellybutton. Whenever she cooed, I nibbled. Whenever she moaned in response to that, I returned to kisses. Keeping her on her toes while I remained on my own, waiting anxiously for them to arrive. Just as the tip of my nose brushed against the front of her dampening white panties, there came a knock at the door.

"Ugh, who is- Just ignore it," Sabrina said with annoyance. Before I could even argue otherwise, the knock came again, with more interest in being answered. "Go away!" she yelled over my head toward the door. A third set of knocks.

"I'll get it, you just wait here," I told her, excitement filling me to the brim. With a huff, she slouched into the chair, but there she remained.
I would have run to the door I was so excited, if it weren't for how nervous I also was. The mix of the conflicting emotions gave me a steady and normal pace as I approached. Sure enough, when I opened the door, there they were. They followed in behind me as I returned into the room and into my dear wife's line of sight. With each woman that appeared behind the corner, following me with a smile, Sabrina's eyes got wider and her eyebrows furrowed further.

"What is going on here? Who the hell are these women?" She yelled with reasonable anger.

"Us?" Val said with a teasing and menacing smirk. "We're your bridesmaids!"

"And you know that old wedding tradition, don't you?" Nessa asked of her former teacher. "The bridesmaids always hook up with the groom!" Nessa joined me at my side, Val on my right, opposite of the busty blonde who was thrusting her bust into my arm.
"Nessa, dear, the tradition is that the maid of honor sleeps with the best man," Vivika corrected, standing in front of me, facing my wife, and running her hand against my cheek before giving the other a kiss that left a red imprint of her perfect lips.

"Well Mr. Harper has always been the best man in my book!" Nessa defended, adding her own blue imprint of her lips on my other cheek.

"Certainly a better man that this bitch deserves," Val insulted her former teacher and my current wife with. Adding to my collection, she left a green set of lips on the nape of my neck. Each girl wore their favorite color on their lips and in their hair. Nessa's blonde locks were pulled into twin pigtails, tied with blue ribbons. A style that conveyed a sweet innocence she simply did not have. Val had dyed several stripes of green into her short, black, hair. Vivika didn't need to do anything special, as her hair was already the shade of her token color: passionate red.

While they all wore different colors in hair and on lips, the rest of their outfits were all the same - something I had not seen before among these very different women. Each wore a tight black corset, demonstrating the range of busts between the three girls. Below they had on a pair of black panties each, thongs, and dark stalkings that went from the middle of their thighs down to their black high heels. There was one more bit of color to their all black outfits, however. Just above each of their right leg's stalking was a garter of red, blue, and green, for Vivika, Nessa, and Val, respectively.

"Wait a minute..." Sabrina started to say, looking at their faces more clearly now that they all stood before her, looking directly at her. "You're...my students! Our students! What are they doing here? What is going on?" she yelled at me while the girls showed their affection for her husband.

"Well, Sabrina, we're married now. We can't have any secrets between us. So it's only fair that I tell you that I've been fucking each of these girls since the beginning of the year," I answered her with confidence.

"And my mother," Vivika added. "Don't forget her."

"How could I? Yes, I'm also fucking Superintendent Cross."

"How could y- Get out! All of you!" She started to push herself up out of the chair, but Vivika was too quick for her. With a snap of her fingers, causing a purple flame to briefly leap from her thumb, Sabrina found herself unable to leave the chair. Around her wrists and ankles were handcuffs, locked to her and the chair itself.

"Now, Mrs. Hewett, you have not be excused," Vivika said with an authoritative tone, turning the tables on the teacher-student relationship she and my wife once had. "You are going to sit right there until class is dismissed.

Sabrina finally came to terms with the strangeness of how she was bound, and focused on the gravity of being bound, and began to yell for help. "Help! Someone help!" she cried.

"Such disruptive behavior!" Vivika said, unamused. "No one is going to hear you but us, Mrs. Hewett. The honeymoon suite has thick walls so no one can hear all the vigorous fucking you were, and we are, going to do."
While Val and Nessa began to sink to their knees, Vivika walked around us three and got up onto the bed. Once they were on their knees before me, Vivika too settled on her knees behind me, wrapping her arms across my shoulders and pulling me in for a kiss. Once my pants were around my ankles again, Vivika let out a gasp, seeing something I hadn't.

"Mr. Harper! Did you let this woman suck your cock?" All I could do was shrug and smile.

"Well it is our honeymoon." Vivika gave me a slap on the chest. "Ow! Well, I didn't cum, at least," I said in an attempt to appease her.

"Nevertheless, she has sullied our precious cock. Girls," She called down to Ness and Val, "Clean off Mr. Harper's cock."

They both agreed happily, and set to licking my shaft up and down, making sure to stay on either side of my member so they wouldn't obscure Sabrina's sight of them tendering tending to my privates. Vivika pulled me back into a deep kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths. I reached up to grip the back of her head to pull her in tighter, and her hands dragged her nails up my bare chest to leave marks that claimed me as her own.

"This is sick! These are your students!" Sabrina finally broke her silence to bark out.

Vivika was about to snap back at her, but I decided I needed to defend myself to my wife. "You're one to judge, Sabrina," I shot back at her. "Last year you were fucking one of your students," I reminded her of her sin, causing her mouth to drop open that I would bring it up. "That's right, and just when you were about to get caught, I took the fall. I got demoted and my reputation ruined among the staff because of you. And you never even thanked me." Sabrina looked away, ashamed that I had brought up her illicit affair with a student, and ashamed, I hoped, that she never once thanked me for covering for her. "Ashamed, Sabrina? Well I'm not. I'm fucking my students. Happily," I punctuated with by giving my hips a light thrust, sliding the object of Val's and Nessa's affection across their puckered lips, and causing them to giggle.

"That's enough, girls," Vivika called down to her comrades a second time. "He looks clean enough to fuck us now. Why don't we remind our former teacher of ourselves. I think she may have forgotten," she suggested. There was no way Sabrina could have forgotten these girls, and definitely no way she would after today. Nessa rose to her feet first, and began to strip down out of her panties and corset, baring her lewd chest to both of her former teachers and classmates. As she approached Sabrina, she raised her hand forward, causing it to glow purple, and the chair to move backward. Once it hit the wall, Nessa stood before my wife and braced her hands against the wall, by her head, and thrust her ass out toward me.

Nessa was already very wet, so I didn't need to ease myself into her snatch, tight as it was. Plus, I wanted to push in hard and fast, to cause her hanging breasts to lurch forward toward Sabrina. Nessa gave out a delighted squeal after that and then began to speak to my wife, her pace often interrupted by the consistent pounding behind her.

"Remember me, Mrs. Hewett? Vanessa Smithfield. Mmm, oo!" she elated when I spanked her ass. "You used to tell me to cover up more, that my shirts were too 'revealing,'" she scoffed. "Well Mr. Harper never seemed to mind. In fact, he loved seeing my fat tits on display. In the middle of class, whenever he would turn to address the students, his eyes would always first land on my big, creamy, jugs. Mmm, ever since our first night together, he's loved to play with my huge tits, haven't you, Mr. Harper?"

"I sure have, Vanessa," I agreed with Nessa, but kept staring at Sabrina while I fucked her and my student. "What can I say? I love large breasts. The kind I can spend an entire can of whipped cream covering and then a whole afternoon cleaning off with my mouth, just before I slide myself between them. Love feeling them wrapped around my cock until only my head sticks out of the cleavage, and then just thrust up and down until I can cover them in more white cream."

"Hehe, you sure do, Mr. Harper! Say, did you ever do any of that stuff with Mrs. Hewett?" Nessa asked.

"Sure didn't. How could I? Her breasts were just too small." I said cruelly. I made sure to demonstrate their size even further for Sabrina by reaching forward to grab one of Nessa's swinging breasts, showing how much it overflowed from my hand, and how sensitive her nipples were when I pinched them. With my hand on her belly, and the other on her shoulder, I pulled Nessa up to a standing position, so Sabrina could watch the blonde's breasts bounce up and down. I kept one hand flat against her pelvic bone, and let the other reach across one breast to grab the other, pressing into her tit flesh to remind my wife just how big her assets were compared to hers. When Sabrina shed her first tear from the sight, Nessa came, hard. Before I could do the same, she scrambled to her knees so I could finish on her shelf. Nessa really loved to have cum on her breasts. While I recovered, Nessa stood in front of Sabrina and rubbed my seed against her breasts before sucking every last drop off her fingers.

Having proven just how much I preferred Nessa to her, Val stepped up to also prove how much better she was than Sabrina. She approached with confident strides, whipping her hands down at an angle to either side, purple steam rising from the middle of her palms. Her perverted bridesmaid outfit broke apart into tiny violet embers that disappeared before they could reach above her head. With her final step, the last bit of clothing magically vanished and Val stood before Sabrina with hands on her wide hips, legs spread, letting her take in all the fabulous art and piercings that adorned her fantastically fit body.

Not wanting Sabrina to miss out on Val's favorite feature, the athletic Latina spun on her heel before I got too close, and planted her feet back down in the same stance, just with her back to my bound wife. Demonstrating her strength and flexibility, Val bent down at the waist, keeping her legs straight and thrusting her perfect rear toward the brunette. When her green eyes came level with her prize, she took half of my cock into her mouth in a single dip. She let it rest on her swirling tongue, playing her tongue stud against what lay in her mouth. Hands reached back go slide up her thighs a short way to her ass, gripping it and spanking herself, letting Mrs. Hewett see how firm and tight it was, before pulling her cheeks open and showing her where I would be entering next.
Letting me out with a pop, Val spun back around to her original position and, like Nessa, planted her hands on the wall near Sabrina's head. I had to enter her more slowly than I did Nessa, given how much tighter this entrance once, but it gave Val time to put her dirty thoughts into dirty words.

"Oh, FUCK! Mrs. Hewett, this feels so good! He's just so thick, every time he fucks me in the ass - Ooo - and he does so a lot, I feel like he's going to - fucking hell! -break me in the most wonderful way. And Mrs. Hewett? He does not disappoint on that front," Val purred. "Do you know why I - Fuck! - why I exercise and run so, mmm,  much? To tone up my ass so guys will be more eager to fuck it. I looove having a - God damn! - cock in my ass, Mrs. Hewett. Of course, your husband's dick - Mmmmm - is the only one that's going up there from now on, but I'm glad he'll be getting my perfect butt to plow." Val continued to spout obscenities about her great love. She looked back over her shoulder at me briefly, gaining a wide smile before sharing it with Sabrina. "He's only half way in and I'm already so full, Mrs. Hewett! I mean, I don't have to tell you, right? You two were only going out for a few months, but at least you let him fuck you in the ass, right?"

"No, she never did," I confessed for Sabrina.

"What?!" Val said with honest shock. "How could you not want this monster up inside every hole in your body, Mrs. Hewett? It's the BEST!" She laughed a bit when I had reached in as far as I could go, and started to moan much harder when I started to pull out and push in. "You know what I would like to do, Mrs. Hewett, before every home game? I would get Mr. Harper here to drill me in my tight asshole and fill me up with his thick, creamy, cum. Then I would pull up my shorts before any of it could leak out - because I always run better when I can feel him moving around inside of me. Oh fuck, and when a little bit does leak out when I'm playing, and no one knows but me? I cum a little, Mrs. Hewett. Each and every time. I think you were at one of my games when it happened, too. While you were dating Mr. Harper."
When she told Sabrina about how she made herself play better in every game, I thrust up into her even harder. Soon, I was fucking her so hard that with each thrust in, Val would take little hops up off the ground, much to her delight.

"Oh FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! Mr. Harper, you've never fucked my ass, or even my pussy, this hard before! What's gotten into you?" I couldn't answer, all I could offer up were grunts through clenched teeth. "Oh god, YES! I bet it's because your wife is here, huh? If having her in the room makes you this wild, maybe we should take her with us," Val proposed. I don't know how, but up until now, I hadn't spanked Val, but now I was making up for lost time with firm and decisive strikes. "YES! Punish my ass more, Mr. Harper! I can take it, fucking break me!" she begged, and I abided.

"You're disgusting! You're filth!" Sabrina snapped forward at Val, finally finding the strength to speak through her tears.

"Fine by me, bitch. Mr. Harper likes me filthy," Val replied with a smile, unfazed by the insult. "Don't you, Mr. Harper?"

"I love it," I growled.

The room was awash in sexual stimuli to the senses. The sound of moans and flesh slapping against more supple flesh bounced off the walls. It smelled of sweat and juices. Those same liquids would flick onto Sabrina, leaping off of Val's glistening and dripping body. As she was starting to become more red than brown, she cried out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming I'm cumming I'M CUMMING!" and spilled her cum out down her leg while I filled up her cavity with as much of my own cum I had left after covering Nessa's expansive chest.
Val's legs shook, and she fell onto my wife, sitting on her lap as she took a minute. She then looked up at me and said between heavy breaths. "More. Fuck me more. Fuck me on top of your wife!" she pleaded, grinding her ass against Sabrina's lap.

"Now now, don't be greedy, Val," called Vivika from the bed across the room. "You've had your fun. Now Mrs. Hewett needs to see what true love really looks like." Val had difficulty getting up, so I helped her up and carried her over to Nessa, who happily took the weary Latina into her lap on the couch and nursed her back to health. Once we were out of the way, Vivika began to beckon toward Sabrina with an enflamed finger, causing the chair to glide across the floor and stop just short of the end of the bed. "That's better. Don't want you missing anything," Vivika said, crawling toward my wife. "If you like, you can even join in, if you ask nicely," She offered, coming closer and closer to her. When Sabrina felt she was just too close, she turned her head and shut her eyes. Vivika sat back with a pout. "Mr. Harper, I don't think she likes me."

"Well, she doesn't like women, not in that way, Vivika," I clarified.

"Pity. Oh well, her loss! At least you get to watch," Vivika said, making the best of the situation. But Sabrina refused to open her eyes to watch another woman sleep with her husband. "No? Suit yourself. You'll still have to listen, though. And with your eyes closed, your imagination will run wild!" Vivika said with excitement. "Just make sure to open them for the grand finale. There's no way your imagination could top that."

Now Vivika was beckoning me over, her finger unlit but her eyes aflame with desire. I didn't even bother to look at my gently sobbing wife as I climbed up onto the bed to meet with my young lover. Vivika had kept her underwear on, which I liked because it gave me a chance to peel it off her myself. Perhaps she had planned for just that, so Sabrina would see me gently caress her body as each layer was removed and every curve revealed, each better than the last and each far better than any Sabrina could hope to achieve. Each pop of a clasp made her shed another tear. Every pull of a string caused her to shudder. She couldn't help but look when a piece of clothing was dropped noisily onto the floor or against some decoration in the room. She couldn't look away when Vivika was displayed in all her glory. Breasts larger than Val's but smaller than Nessa's. Ass firmer than Nessa's but softer than Val's. A dusting of orange freckles on every part of her body I wanted to kiss the most. Hands running through her thick mane of Crayola-red hair, a shade matching her pouty lips and the eye shadow subtly painted across her lids, dropping down slightly, lustfully, over amber eyes that stared out with cruel victory over Sabrina.

Vivika didn't taunt Sabrina with her words like Nessa and Val did. She didn't need to. Her body spoke all the cruel details she needed to my bound wife. I laid the redhead out across the bed, her head at the end, dipping over the edge and letting her locks fall into Sabrina's lap. I took one leg and lifted it high, showing the weeping bride how long and toned it was. I kissed down the length from ankle to hip, and there I began my feast. While I held my hands on her thighs, pulling her legs apart, Vivika held her hands onto her breasts, pushing them together. Rapturous delight filled us both as my tongue entered her and her juices entered my mouth. I could see Sabrina watching me, her eyes staring down the length of the nude, pale, goth, and at her husband that was eating her out, doing things she had never experienced from me. She didn't inspire me to such feats like Vivika did. The way I flicked her clit with my tongue, how I curled my fingers inside of her so I could massage her G-spot, all things that Vivika had inspired me to do, so all things I would only do for her and her friends. I swear I even detected a hint of desire in Sabrina's eyes when Vivika came against my face, leaving it sticky and dripping before I wiped it clean.

I didn't miss a beat, and just as Vivika's breathing returned to normal, I placed myself inside of her. My hand griped the blankets near her head and my other arm wrapped around her leg to lift it up and press it against my leant-forward body. Vivika reached back and gripped the armrests' connection to the seat of the chair, causing Sabrina to be forced into the rhythm of our passionate fucking. She was granted a reprieve when Vivika moved her arms to my neck and pulled me down against her. Long legs wrapped tight around me, keeping me from pulling out even though she kept asking me to fuck her harder. I fought against her strength to do just that. We kissed with a passion I had never shown Sabrina, a passion I could never have with her. It was too wild for a woman as sweet as Sabrina.

"Oh fuck!" Vivika cried out, breaking our lip lock to cry out to the ceiling. "Fuck me harder, Mr. Harper! Show your wife just how much more you want me than her!" I abided and increased my pace. The fitted sheets had been pulled off the mattress's corners, the blankets askew and the pillows falling off to the floor, one by one.

"Do you love my pussy more than your wife's?" Vivika said, fighting against her quickened breathing to say with steady confidence, assuring that Sabrina didn't mishear a word.

"Yes," I said simply, unable to do form more syllables with my own heavy breathing.

"Do you desire me more than you desire your wife?"

"I don't desire her at all," I managed to say, not wanting to answer with a simple yes or no to a question I had such a definite answer to.

"Mmm, and do you love me more than your wife?"

"Absolutely and always," I replied.

"Did you ever even love your wife?"

"Never," I lied. I had loved Sabrina, and part of me still did. If I hadn't, she wouldn't have been roped into this sex game. It wasn't her fault, she was just a victim of her own sweet nature and alluring beauty. I had fallen hard for her when I first met her, I truly did, and I don't think I ever managed to get back up. But when I met Vivika, Vanessa, and Valentina, the floor gave way and I fell into a deep, dark, abyss from which I did not want to get back out of. Still, I knew the answer Vivika wanted, the answer she needed to hear, and as I had from the beginning of the year, I would give her everything she asked of me.

"Yes, yes, YES!" Vivika cried out, digging her nails into my lower back as she came. "I call out to the worlds beyond!" As she chanted off her carefully rehearsed spell, the lights in the room began to dim and Sabrina began to panic. I was too focused on the task at hand to do more than barely notice. "I reach out my hand," she said, actually lifting her right hand skyward, "And seek to bring forth the energies of the Realm of Flesh! I wish to grip the tendrils of Lust itself and pull it free to my world! I offer you this corrupted vessel," she said louder now as the room neared pitch black, "so that you may have influence in this world of the living, and so I may spread the Gospel of Pleasures to all! Come forth! Come forth! COME!" And as if on command, I came, my seed overflowing from her tight purse. 

When I opened my eyes, the room was black. Not a speck of light could be seen, that was until the first flicker of a purple flame in the distance. At first I thought it was Val or Nessa, trying to bring some illumination to the pitch black room, but then more began to form. All across the room small floating candles, lit with purple flame, appeared and basked the room in a mysterious violet glow. Then my eyes fell on Sabrina, but not the one in the chair. There, standing beside my still bound wife, was Sabrina, or at least someone who looked exactly like her - but with features demonic.

Like Ms. Cross, her skin was all white save for her hands, feet, and half of her shins and forearms. Her eyes were deep purple, and stared at me, judging me. I pulled back from Vivika and sat on my heels, entranced by this sudden occurrence of a twin to my wife. Sabrina looked up at her too, and gave panicked, quick breaths, after a surprised gasp. The creature looked down at her and smiled, kissed two of her fingers, and pressed them to Sabrina's lips. From then on, Sabrina could not even utter a sob until the demon allowed her.

"Go," she said in Sabrina's voice, with a purr and an echo of whispers behind it. Vivika slid off the bed in a hurry, not wanting to upset this gift. She went back to stand with Val and Nessa, who also watched with eager attention. The phantom Sabrina's attention was pinpointed on me now as she climbed up onto the bed and stood steadily on the mattress. I peered up at her, past her clean pelvic region, over her humble breasts, and to a familiar yet foreign face.

I wanted to ask a million questions all at once, most of them stupid, I'm sure, but all of them so pressing that not one could fit through the door as they all scrambled to leave my mouth at once. Upon my first utterance of syllable, the being spoke again.

"Lie down," she commanded.

I started to lean back, trying to lie down but finding the headboard too quickly. She looked at me with an amused smile and swiveled her finger in the air, gesturing for me to turn myself around so my feet were at the headboard and my head toward the end. I did as wordlessly instructed, and soon found myself lying between those long, white, legs.

The demon Sabrina turned around and stared down at me with hungry eyes. She had found me acceptable, I hope. I didn't want to upset something this seemingly powerful, something that could even cause Vivika to move without question of its authority. For the second time since she arrived, she broke her gaze with me and looked over at Sabrina. She looked back with wonderment and fear, that she could see herself, but not herself, standing there, over her new husband, naked as she had wanted to be just an hour ago.

With stunning control, the demon dropped to her knees, her heat pressed against my stomach, and my tender shaft resting against her ass. Her eyes peered back down to me, seemingly satisfied with whatever she saw in my wife. Hoisted up again, she slid back just enough to aim herself with me, and gently, without so much as a flinch from her face, she lowered herself onto me.

Soft hips began to churn, grinding against my own. She was like a furnace. I felt like I was going to catch on fire or melt. I had already sweated enough after being with the girls, but now I was sweating even more. The demon was beginning to enjoy herself, her hands running over her hot flesh and caressing the same curves as Sabrina had. She watched as this mimic massaged her tits lewdly, pinching and pulling at her nipples and moaning a deep and otherworldly sound. Her tail glided its tip up and down my leg, tickling the hairs that stood up on ends.

I was enjoying myself more, too. So much that I forgot I was having sex with a demonic clone of my wife of less than 24 hours. Hands gripped at her hips and squeezed tight. Black nails dug into my chest and pulled down, leaving hot lines indented into my skin. She was bouncing up and down now, causing her tits to bounce in rhythm with short hops. I wasn't going to last much longer, but I wanted to, I wanted to last beyond the limits of this demon, as if to impress her. I don't know why. I was just a mortal man, though, so for as long as I could I held out but I was the first to come. I started to lift her off my hips, ready to spill my seed on the bedspread, but the demon pressed back down even harder, forcing me to fill her with every last drop. She cried out in ecstasy, and I felt her squeeze around me so tight I felt like I was going to be crushed within her. My eyes shut tight in pleasure and pain, and when I opened them again, I was not in the room any longer.
 


When my eyes opened, I looked up an entirely new world. As far as I could see, I was standing in the valley of a deep canyon. I saw movement across the cliff faces, though I couldn't tell what it was, but it was constant and everywhere - as if the twin land masses were squirming in place. I gazed up into the sky of purple haze and spotted two celestial bodies. One a pure white, and the other a brilliant green, the former being the far larger of the two. My gaze was brought back down when I figured out what that constant noise I had been hearing since I arrived had been. It was moaning. Moaning from thousands, if not millions, of people, all stretched before me along the miles-wide canyon floor.

People of all shapes and sizes were engaged in the largest orgy I could ever hope to see in my lifetime, that anyone could hope to see. The heat that came off of their collective, writhing, bodies was intense, and already I felt myself begin to sweat again. I took one step forward, and a hand gripped at my ankle from mass of bodies. I panicked, but then it began to gently massage my skin, lovingly, wantingly. She pulled herself out of the crowd and looked up at me with such desire in her eyes. She reached up at me with an outstretched hand. I merely touched her fingertips when she let out a cry of extreme pleasure. The mere touch was enough to send her into a blissful coma, before she was pulled back, by her legs, into the swarming orgy.

Then I noticed the strangeness of myself. I was nude, of course, but I also had a slight white glow about me. Ethereal, but I felt solid, I felt alive, so I wasn't sure what to make of it. Though, on the list of strange things I was witnessing, my skin have a white glow to it was at the bottom.

From above and ahead, a figure from the sky began to approach. When it got close enough, I could see it was clearly a woman. Her curves were ample, her waist small, and her facial features divine. She flew in on inverted wings that sprung from her back. Like the demons I had seen before, she was all white, with blackened ends to her appendages. However, she did not have feet like a human's. Instead she had hooves, heavy and black, that were at the end of legs shaped like the hind legs of an animal, but with human skin and evident softness.  She also had hand prints of faded purple gently glowing on her body. On her neck, breasts, hips, and vagina. Her darkened nipples were pierced with rings, connected by a gold chain that stretch straight across her breasts and through the hoops of the rings. Either end of the chain met at another ring that was pierced through her clit. It created the outline of an upside down triangle against her perfect torso. Her hair was blue, faded, and half cut - the right side of her head shaven while the other was left to grow out long and be bound in a braid that she let hang down the center of her body, stopping just as it exited between her heavy breasts. Jutting from the side of her head that was shaven was a tall, intimidating, horn. At least 12 inches long, it had a slight curve to it, reaching back toward her head. It had three rings of varying sizes and metals pierced through the bone. Comparatively, the horn that pressed through her blue tresses was half as long, and had only started to curve, it seemed. It remained unpunctured by jewelry.

"Come," she said in a heavenly voice. Between her plump, black, lips, I could see her canines were sharper than that of a humans, and when she closed her mouth after the single syllable, a single fang, as it were, pressed into her lower lip. Unlike the other succubi (which I assumed she was one of) I had seen, her voice did not have that otherworldly quality to it. Still, it was like music to my ears. As I had no idea where I was or where to go, I figured following her was my best option. When she turned, I could see her tail, thicker than the ones I had seen, showing signs of scales near the base, and a hand print on either supple cheek .

"What is this place?" I asked of her as we walked toward an unclear destination.

"The Realm of the Flesh," she said, looking back over at me across her shoulder and past her upside down wings. Her eyes were normal, I had just noticed, having been too drawn to her curves when I first saw her. Bright blue, like a huskies, but warming despite the cool tone.

"So this is the Realm of Flesh, then..." I parroted her.

"Yes. Right now you stand in the Valley of Lust," she elaborated as we walked.

"Are there other places like this then?"

"In this realm? Yes. There is also the Feasting Field and the Crimson River. They, and this valley, stretch out from a shared focal point."

"Is that where we're going now?"

"Mmhm," she simply replied. As we walked, I took in all the sights of people engaged in piles and piles of sex. Some optioned from smaller companionship, sitting on raised, blanketed, rocks, with one or more partners. It was then I realized what the movement along the cliff faces were. More sex. People finding different alcoves to call their own and bring in lovers to enjoy for all eternity. I could even see some more elaborate decor decorating some of the outcrops. Lavish bedroom sets that jutted out from caves where I'm sure they continued further into.

I could hear my guide moan, and I when I had caught up with her, walking alongside her, I could see why. The walking caused her breasts to give little hops. Given how tightly the chain that connected her nipples and clit was, every step cause stimulation to all three zones. When she caught me staring at her breasts, she added the sight of a pinched nipple between black fingers. I looked away, ashamed, that she had caught me. I don't know why. She certainly didn't seem to mind and this was clearly not a place that had any concept of shame. As silly as my reaction was, given the circumstances, she giggled.

We walked for hours, and yet I never felt myself tire, not from the walking or from the sights. Every mile showcased a new collection of brilliant erotic sights. I saw things being done that could never be done with any kind of concern for safety. Here, I'm sure they didn't need to hold such worries. This was, after all, the afterlife. It was then I began to worry.

"Wait, am I dead?" I asked of the demon. Again she giggled.

"No, though you are only here as a soul," she reassured me. I supposed that would explain the white glow to my skin.

"But, are all these people..." I trailed off.

"Dead? Yes. Though as you can see, they are not sadder for the fact," she explained, gesturing to the miles of sex that laid out ahead of, and behind, us.

Eventually, I started to see our goal in the distance. It was a structure, all black, and rising out of the horizon as we drew near. I soon recognized it as a ziggurat when we drew closer. It was immense. Miles across allowed it to fit perfectly in the canyon, though the exterior drew inwards as it rose, until it leveled off into a plateau.  Once we were close enough to see its base, how it rose up out of the ground and to the tops of the cliffs that surrounded it, no longer were there people enjoying themselves within every sight line. The land was left untouched by the presence of the dead. The demon answered my question before it could be asked.

"This place is sacred. Even the dead know better than to conduct themselves on these grounds." I was a bit more worried, now, as we approached. I could only hope that we were allowed to be there. Since this woman was the only one of her kind I had seen in this world, I had to assume she was special enough to be welcome to this supposedly hallowed ground.

The climb upward was not nearly as long as the walk toward the structure, but it was still long. I supposed that in the afterlife, consideration for how long something will take is nonexistent when you have infinite time and never tire. Eventually we reached the top. At the center was a large pool filled with a black liquid. So black that I could see no shimmer on its surface. So black that I could not even tell if it was moving, by sight, but I could hear the liquid gently shifting against its stone walls.

The woman led me to the edge of the pool. I looked out across the pool and down the ziggurat. On the left was a great field, enclosed by a mountain ridge on either side. Scattered across the field were enormous, fruit bearing, trees that shadowed over what appeared to bushes. Giant beasts lumbered slowly toward what appeared to be a mass of people, before falling over. The mass enveloped the fallen creature, and the sound of eating rose all the way up the ziggurat. To my right was another stretch of land enclosed by tall rocky faces that stretched far beyond what my eyes could perceive. There the grass wasn't green, and the ground was red and black. Light bounced off blades that were stuck into the ground, bodies, or being actively swung at other bodies. The sound of conquest and death littered that landscape, and I grew frightened at the hellish scene of mass death and killing.

A black hand rested on my shoulder to bring my attention back to our goal, and to alleviate my fears. "There are more ways to conquer the flesh than just for sexual pleasure. Some come here for their endless appetite and their love of new and exotic flavors. Others come from their thrill of combat, bloodshed, pain and death. They do not suffer, though. They are only here because it was what they desired most in life, and so it is what they shall enjoy forever in death." Still, I felt safer knowing I was had awoken in the valley rather than in the river. The woman left my side and walked to the other side of the pool, and spoke to me from across the pitch fluids.

"Step into the waters," she commanded simply. While I had been intrigued and terrified of equal measures by the sights I had witnessed, I had already come so far, and I very much doubted that I could back out now, even if I wanted to. Steadily, I stepped my foot into the enticingly warm water - though it certainly didn't look like water. Perhaps she only called it that since it was the only word I would understand that would best describe what it was. Perhaps she didn't want to frighten me with what it really was. But then she told me, anyway.

"You stand within the Font of Pleasure. This basin sits at the apex of all pleasures of the flesh. It is the substance of pure pleasure and want," she spoke to me, as if reciting from a sacred tome. "Wade through to the center."

And so I continued my walk. The liquid was thick, but warm and inviting. It sent wonderful feelings up my legs and throughout every one of my nerves. When I reached the center, I stopped. At the center I could see how shallow it was, reaching only halfway up from my feet to my knees.

"Reach in and claim the element of Lust," she next asked of me. With little hesitation, I bent down slowly to reach into the Fount of Pleasure. It's hard to describe what I felt, and how I knew it was what I was asked to obtain. It wasn't physical, but I could hold it easily in my hands. I cupped it within both hands and lifted it up out of the ebony viscous. When I separated my palms, there, between them, was a hot purple flame. I looked up toward my guide for the next step, but she was already gone. When I peered back down at my hands, I saw that the flame had grown, and was growing faster still. It began to cover my skin rapidly. While I had seen Ms. Cross and the girls manipulate the kind of fire before, and they seemed to not be bothered by any heat it could be giving off, this flame was definitely hot. Too hot. I screamed out in agony as it covered me. I felt like I was being torn apart with every ember that lifted off of the greater flame and floated into the air. My eyes squeezed shut tightly, and just when I felt like I couldn't bear the pain any longer, it stopped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the hotel room.
 


Once again I opened my eyes to find my surroundings changed. I was kneeling on the bed again, and the room was back to its regular lighting. I looked around and could no longer see the succubus who had visited me, but I could still see the girls and Sabrina, the former with faces of elation, and the latter with a face of terror. As they were all looking at me, I figured the source of their conflicting emotions lied with me.

Peering down to my hands, I saw that they had become pitch black, a shade that covered my skin half way up my forearm when it began to dissipate into simple droplets of the supposed stain. The rest of my skin was pale white. I looked down at my chest and saw that it was far more defined than usual. In fact, my pecks nearly thrust off of my chest, and I could feel many ridges to my abs. I seemed to have the muscle tone of a super hero. A heavier weight hung between my legs, and I could feel that it had not just been my muscles that had been enhanced. It's an indescribable feeling to know and have control of a new appendage for the first time. I flicked my tail back and forth idly before I realized it was there, and I began to swat it against the headboard to test how much control I had of it.

I looked back up from admiring my body toward the girls, and gave them a satisfied smile. They rushed toward me when I planted my blackened feet on the floor, and ran their hands over my newly sculpted body with glee. I think I had even grown a few inches in the process. While the girls admired my new shape, I looked over at Sabrina at what I could only assume were eyes of pure purple.

"What...what has happened to you?" She shakily asked.

"Something wonderful, Sabrina. Something I can share with you, if you wish," I offered. The old me wouldn't have thought to make such a proposition, to ask the women I had just scorned if she wanted to join me. Yet, when I looked at her, I felt desire. All I wanted was her body, to have her against me, as my former students were pressing themselves against me as I studied my wife.

I could see her ponder her options for a moment, considering my proposition. But her answer was not the one I was hoping for. "You're a monster! Look at what they've done to you!" she yelled, tears starting up again.

I gave a laugh that allowed me to truly hear the new bass in my voice, growl in my throat, and echoes of pleasure following each syllable. "And I thank them for it! I will show them my appreciation for this gift in all the ways they desire, and in all the ways they never thought possible," I retorted, squeezing a different ass in each hand, eliciting pleasured squeals from either girl. "Though, for what it's worth, Sabrina, I do hope you find love again," I said with sincerity in my voice. Before any of the girls could object to my hope, I squeezed them all close with my strong arms and enveloped us into purple flame, taking us back to the Briarheart Estate, and leaving only a plume of violet steam rising from the spot where we once stood in the hotel room, and the echoing sound of our combined moans of pleasure.
 




Sabrina Hewett, though she considered herself Sabrina Harper the moment he asked her to marry her, sat alone in her honeymoon suite. The cuffs that once bound her were gone, vanished into the same steam that was left when her husband and his three teenage mistresses also disappeared. She didn't cry, though. She had finished with crying, she had done enough of it while she watched each of the harlots, as she called them, lay with her husband in more and more lewd fashions. Instead, she began to plan.

Something had happened to her husband. He had turned into a monster. A literal monster, right before her eyes. One moment some kind of dark clone of her was riding him, and the next, the twisted and perverted version of herself vanished, and her husband moved to kneel upon the bed, as if in a trance. He then underwent some kind of hellish transformation, turning him into the demon she last saw him as. The he awoke and vanished with those temptresses.

But not before he told her something. "I do hope you find love again," he had said to her, and she knew what he meant. Not that she would be able to love again, but that she would find someone else to love her. Love her the way she knew he had loved her. The way she knew he still loved her, and she still loved him. She had no idea what had happened to him, but she would find out. She committed herself, then and there, to finding out more about this Realm of Flesh and Gospels of Pleasure that Vivika Briarheart yelled about while she lay under her husband. It wasn't much to go on, but she would find out what happened to her husband, and she would find a way to save him, one way or another.
 




Well it's over! You can go home now! Actually, I hope you were already home when you read this. Otherwise, there are going to be some shocked patrons at the coffee shop you were just banned from. Regardless, I hope you had a lot of fun reading this!

A year ago today I started this story with a simple idea: a guy gets seduced by three goth chicks. I've always loved women who are sexually confident and pull the man into the escapades. And I've always really loved the goth look. Not always the personality, but I wouldn't throw any woman out of bed for groaning about the futility of life so long as she's pale and wears dark lipstick.

From there, it grew and expanded into a lot more. I ended up creating lore for this series, fantasy lore. I spent more time than I care to admit laboring over the finer details, and only 10% of what I thought up made it into this series. Question is, will there be more stories?

The answer is a definitive: maybe. Anyone who has followed my work knows that I update in short, but infrequent, bursts. There is definitely more adventures awaiting the Incubus Harper and his harem of goth girls, one he will seek to expand, and there is most definitely more to be said about Sabrina and her new quest to find out what happened to her husband. There's still much left to be said about the different aspects of the Realm of Flesh and its denizens and hidden secrets. There's even more to be said of the other realm Vivika spoke of, the other plane of afterlife that you go to if you lived your life in pursuit of knowledge, charity, and spirituality. What I will say is that just like there are incubi and succubi on Earth, there are representatives from that other plane of the afterlife as well. Suffice to say, they are not fans of each other.

So for sure I'd love to expand upon this story more, I just need more of a story to start writing. Right now I just have ideas, a framework, but no real narrative in mind. Perhaps I'll just compile the lore I made into a singular entry and share that. Perhaps not. I'll see what people have to say about what I have revealed. Before any of that happens, I first want to explore some other stories I have left hanging first, at least a few chapters each, if I can help it. 

Regardless of what I do next, I hope you enjoyed what I've already done!