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Pip was waiting for us in the school car park, leant back against her sporty little Fiat 500 hatchback. While her father may have wanted her to work a normal job to keep her grounded in reality, he had always enjoyed spoiling her. She always had nice, stylish clothes, and her car had almost all the extra features that were available.

Dressed in tight-fitting ripped jeans, a low-cut tee, and a loose jacket, the sporty blonde was attracting a fair bit of attention from the male half of the school. I couldn’t tell what was drawing more attention; her fantastic ass perched on the bonnet (that’s a hood to you yanks) or her new C-Cups straining the limits of her low-cut, slightly too small top.

I was halfway to Pip when her younger lover caught up with me.

“Her Thor.”

“Hey cutie, how was school?”

Lacey blushed, her cheeks turning red at her memories from earlier today. Since she was part of my harem, I had let her remember some of the massive orgy that had only finished up a short while ago. She didn’t remember everything, and was still under the influence of some of my commands making her not question odd things happening around me, but she did remember what she had been up to with her new friends.

“It was amazing! Lindsey and her friends are-” she paused for a second, searching for the right word to describe the busty Spanish cheerleader and her friends.

“They’re ‘enthusiastic’. If I didn’t already have such an awesome girlfriend, I might try to chat her up. See if she was up for something a bit more serious.” She said, her arousal flaring slightly as she recalled the feel of Lindsey’s tongue between her legs.

“I’m sure Pip wouldn’t mind sharing you now and again,” I said, giving her a soft shoulder bump but not entirely joking.

Lindsey was hot, and Pip had been openly Bi before I met her. Even if nothing happened with them, I wouldn’t mind a bit of fun between the sheets with her myself. My fantasising came to an end as we reached Pip.

“Hey stud. Babe,” Pip greeted us.

I was a few steps ahead of Lacey, so I took my chance and pulled her into a kiss, my hands giving her ass a soft squeeze. After a quick but heavy kiss, I stepped back a bit and traced my fingers along the upper slopes of her breasts, where there was a healthy amount of cleavage on display thanks to her top’s plunging neckline

“You like them?” She teased.

“I’ve wanted bigger tits ever since mine stopped growing three years ago. Now all of a sudden, it’s like I grew a whole cup size overnight!” She said, cupping her bust and hefting their new weight.

“Think you could help a sister out then?” Lacey said, looking down at her own small B-cups.

Pip smiled and pulled her younger girlfriend into a deeper and more passionate kiss than the one she shared with me. A group of passing boys wolf-whistled and cheered at seeing the two blondes making out. I doubt Pip or Lacey heard them, being too busy with their game of tonsil tennis.

“I love your cute little boobs though,” Pip said sincerely to Lacey after they came apart for air. “They fit you just right.”

Lacey blushed again, muttering breathlessly “yeah, but they could still be a little bigger...”

“You’re still growing, don’t worry about it.” she reassured the younger blonde.

“Speaking of big tits, no Amara today?” Pip asked.

“No. She has cheer practice, Elsa and Elsie too. Both teams are getting ready for Friday’s game, and Amara still has to learn the routines.”

Pip snorted.

“Yeah. Like she doesn’t already know them all perfectly.” she replied with a hint of jealousy in her voice

I raised an eyebrow at her tone.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love her like a sister, but she’s just too goddamn perfect,” Pip explained with no actual malice.

“And there must be something in the water wherever you grew up, because you and your sisters are just too hot to handle”

“Right?! Like, since when do fourteen-year-olds that small get such rockin’ tits?” Pip piled on good-naturedly.

I was glad I didn’t detect any actual jealousy or resentment in them, that wasn’t something I wanted in my harem.

“Well you’re both in luck today; all three of them are staying back for practice,” I said, trying to move things along.

“Just us then ... I’ve got shotgun!” Lacey said, running to the front passenger seat.

“Just the two of you, actually. I have something I need to do in town.”

“Oh. Are you sure I couldn’t ‘convince’ you to ‘cum’ with us.” Pip said, stepping in close and pressing her hand against my crotch, leaving no room to miss the meaning behind her words.

“I would love to bend you over right here and bugger that fine ass until you pass out, but I really do have something I need to do.”

Pip pouted cutely.

“Go home, have Lacey keep you warm. I’ll catch a ride back when Mom picks the twins and Amara up. When I get back, I’ll make sure to fuck your tight little ass so hard you won’t walk straight for a week!”

“Promise?”

“I promise,” I replied, drawing a cross over my heart.

“Okay. Do you want a lift into town first?” She asked, resigned to waiting a few hours for sex, but excited about the prospect of being thoroughly sodomised.

“No, don’t worry. It’s only a short walk.”

I gave her another kiss, and leaned through the window to give Lacey one as well before watching them drive off.

After adjusting my half hard dick, I set out on the short walk into town. I thought about the potential for adding new girls to my harem. Up to now, most of the girls in my harem had been added partially to help them in some way. “White knight syndrome,” was what Lauren had called it. But being back at school, and being surrounded by so many hot girls was making me consider adding some just based on their looks alone.

I was fairly sure about Ruby. While she was happy living with (and fucking) her father, I believed she’s be happier as a part of my harem. She would be able to continue to express her sexuality, as well as explore her newly awakened submissive side. If I went down that route with her, I fully expected her to pair up with my little sisters. They were already best friends, and the twins’ blossoming dominant streak and Ruby’s emerging submissiveness seemed like a match made in heaven.

Mom wasn’t entirely convinced, and we hadn’t actually run it by Elsie and Elsa yet. While my cute, nymphomaniac little sisters would probably end up sleeping with Ruby regardless of my influence, they might not want their best friend as a sub.

Maya was an unexpected find. Unlike Ruby, I had only just met her yesterday, but after today’s orgy, and the connection she seemed to share with Amara, I was leaning towards adding her to my harem. I had gotten a sense of some trouble between her, her father, and her stepmother, but until I could meet them and look into it more without the distraction of an orgy, I couldn’t be sure.

The most significant unknown was Ellie. Beyond knowing her name, age, height, and bra size, the only other thing I knew was that she was a virgin; maybe one of the few upper year students at my school who could still claim that after today. Despite the fact that I knew almost nothing about her, her family, or anything else, I just couldn’t ignore her. Her tiny frame and innocent appearance were just too enticing to resist. The perverted proclivities that drove my more niche sexual desires wouldn’t let me forget about her.

There were hundreds of attractive girls I pass by every day to pick from, and there was a small part (or not so small part) of me that wanted to add every cute girl I saw. While historically that might have been how the old school Djinn masters did things, I wanted something more substantial than just a parade of sexy girls.

Tara, Suki, the Sophies, Miss Sif, and half a dozen other girls immediately came to mind, but hot girls were a dime a dozen. They were fun, and I could and would fuck them all again; but that’s all they were, fun. I’d always had a bit of a thing for cute Asian girls too, and it had been exciting to watch Wei getting fucked by the football coach. I wouldn’t need to settle for Wei though, as Oxford, and its world famous eponymous university, drew in thousands of people every year. There was no shortage of young, pretty, intelligent women of asian (and every other demographic) descent in town. Maybe I should enlist my big sister to scout some talent, since she was transferring to Oxford.

My next wish was in my thoughts as well, continually turning the words over in my mind. Constantly considering how the nuances in the phrasing could impact the results, and planning out how to generate the amount of power I would need to make it.

Each wish I had made so far was more powerful than the last. My first wish was the weakest, as it had been only myself, Amara, and the twins involved. It had been amplified by the fact I had taken the twins’ virginities and that we were siblings. For the most part though, the reason my mind powers were so effective was because of the way I used them. They were only limited by my imagination, by how creatively I applied them. It worked out fairly well, as actual energy required to alter thoughts was fairly minimal.

My second wish took significantly more to use. The physical body required more energy in order for me to manipulate it, which made sense. I turned all these thoughts over in my head as I walked, until I arrived in town and headed for my first stop.

My first stop was to a local independent jeweller I had found online. He seemed apprehensive about taking on such an expensive custom commission from someone so young, but after verifying that I could afford the frankly extortionate rates he was charging, he was happy to accept the project with no further questions asked, and take my money.

I could have just commanded him to do it for free, but when I had the financial means, and wanted to maintain a low profile, it was easier to just pay. Besides, with the cost of what I was asking him to make, making him do it for free would likely bankrupt him.

Still, I did throw in a command for good measure to expedite the process. He promised to have it completed by the end of the week, which was perfect for what I had planned for my next wish.

After leaving the jeweller’s, I grabbed a burger at a nearby food stand, and ate it on the last leg of my walk. I had missed lunch, for obvious reasons, and burned a whole lot of calories in the process. With my hunger sated, it was time to take care of something I had been putting off.

I was a little nervous actually, as I strolled up to where this whole crazy new life of mine started. The last time I had entered Black Cat Curiosities, I had been knocked down, pinned to the floor, and relentlessly fucked by what turned out to be a succubus. A full-on, actual denizen of hell.

She had found the sheer amount of sexual energy within me to be irresistible, and she hadn’t held back. Revealing her true demonic form and using her own form of magic, she had pumped the air full of pheromones that drove me into a frenzy of lust.

I was taking a bit of a gamble on an idea I had. I was planning on using my existing powers to keep from being affected by her pheromones, and to mask my power reserves. If I could do that, I should be able to talk to the Succubus shopkeeper Esme without either one of us being driven out of control with lust. As a backup, I should be able to use my own supernatural strength, and my second power, to match her own demonic physique. This was all conjecture at this point though.

I stood in front of the door for a moment, collecting myself and going over my plan. With that done, I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the bell above the door chiming merrily at my passing. The room was just as I remembered from my previous visits. Cluttered shelves adorned with various stone sculptures, little odds and ends peppering the bench below the storefront window, and a wall of books toward the back. An eclectic mix of ornate light fixtures, weird glowing orb-things, and candles lit the space, casting a mix of static and shifting shadows over the soft floor.

There was a young woman seated behind the counter, poring over a book, taking notes as she read. She was fairly cute, in a sort of bookish kind of way. Her wild, curly blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face and her inquisitive blue eyes. She smiled up at me as I entered the shop, flashing her white teeth in a cheery grin. Around her neck she wore a sort of charm necklace, with a number of charms dangling from it, some of which I was unfamiliar with. She shut the book she was reading as I approached; the cover read ‘Theology in the Modern World’.

Harriet Carson, 22, not a virgin.

Height - 5’3”

Weight - 52kg

32C - 30 - 36

Health - Good

STI - Negative

Relationship Status - Single

Orientation - Straight

A quick scan of her mind showed she was studying Theology at Oxford. She started working here about six months ago after she had been researching the significance of various idols and symbols. She had been looking for a few small samples, and after chatting with a surprisingly knowledgeable, and very helpful Esme, was offered a part-time job.

“Hi, can I help you find anything?” She said helpfully, with a friendly smile on her face.

“Maybe. Is Esme in?”

“Miss Smoke? Um, she’s-”

“Harriet, have you seen the...,” Esme said as she appeared from a back room, interrupting the blonde.

I was taken aback by her appearance. She was still the stunningly beautiful woman she had been before, but she’d lost the supernatural aura that had surrounded her. Previously, her body had been otherworldly in its beauty, almost alien; breasts that were impossibly large and perky for her frame, an ass that could be worshipped as a goddess it was so divine, pale alabaster skin that almost seemed to glow in the dimly lit store, and a face so perfect that it couldn’t have been natural.

Now though, she looked more ... Mortal?

She had the same glossy, midnight-black hair, and the same pale skin that contrasted so well with her raven locks. She was still quite busty, but they were a bit smaller and far more natural looking. Her breasts were now just slightly larger than Amara’s, probably a large DD or an E-cup. I wasn’t completely sure, because when I looked at her, no information bubble showed up. Just like with Amara, it seemed I wasn’t able to use my powers on her.

Her body was still slender, but it was more in line with what could reasonably be attributed to good genes and a healthy lifestyle. Although slightly smaller, her ass was still perfect. Her eyes were the only part of her that I could see that remained unchanged, still a blazing, shifting indigo-purple colour.

“Hello Esme,” I said calmly.

“Hi.” She replied slowly.

“Harriet, why don’t you take off early today? I have a few things I need to take care of with our customer” she said to the blonde behind the counter, barely turning away from me.

The curly haired blonde in question looked back and forth between us uncertainly for a moment, hesitating.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She said, still slightly confused at her abrupt dismissal.

Harriet briefly disappeared around a corner, returning with a bag over her shoulder while she buttoned up her coat. With a quick wave towards Esme, she was out the door, the small bell sounding again.

Esme took a few cautious steps in my direction, staying behind the counter.

“You’re ... different. I can’t feel you,” she said, clearly confused.

“I could say the same to you. You’ve changed as well,” I countered. We studied each other in silence for a moment, the only sound came from the few antique clocks on the shelves, ticking away the seconds. It was Esme who spoke first.

“I would like to apologise. I ... I lost myself to my desires last time; I should have had better control...” she said.

From her tone and body language, it seemed she was being sincere; that she really did regret the extent to which things got out of hand. She also sounded a little embarrassed, but I couldn’t tell if it was over fucking me, losing control of herself like that, or being so easily bested by Amara.

I didn’t leave her waiting for a reply very long, “I forgive you. From what I’ve been told, it’s in your nature.”

I had done a bit of research on Succubi, sifting through all the stories and myths I could find online, with Amara helpfully filling in some of the gaps. Her knowledge was far from complete, but at least I knew hers was accurate.

“It was foolish of me to reveal myself...” she replied before looking up at me.

“Why are you here?” she asked, with something akin to fear or worry in her voice. I saw her eyes flick towards the door briefly, before she focused on me again.

“Just wanted to talk, and to ask a few questions. And depending on how things went, maybe offer you something that could benefit us both.” I said calmly.

She continued to glance nervously around the store. I could guess what, or rather who, she was looking for.

“It’s just me today,” I reassured her. Esme visibly relaxed at the news that my Djinn was not about to burst through the door and banish her, or whatever it was Amara had almost done last time.

“I guess I can close up a little early. I do owe you some answers,” she said as she stepped out from behind the counter, went to lock the door and flip the sign to ‘CLOSED’.

“We can talk upstairs,” she offered, and I followed her behind the counter.

Despite its less supernatural appearance, her spectacular ass had lost none of its hypnotic qualities. I tried to avoid staring too hard at the denim clad ass before me, but it was a real struggle. I gave up entirely as she led me up a small winding staircase, which put her ass directly at eye level. I had to stop myself from reaching out, grabbing two handfuls of the abundant meat, and burying my face between her cheeks.

“I don’t know why I can’t feel you, but I know you’re staring at my ass,” Esme said with a bit of amusement in her voice.

She seemed to be closer to her previous self now that she knew I was alone and just wanted to talk.

“Well, it’s just such a beautiful ass that it would be a crime to ignore it,” I told her with a light laugh as she looked back over her shoulder.

“Well aren’t you quite the charmer,” she replied with a passable southern belle accent.

I followed her up the stairs into a bright, and tastefully arranged, apartment. Clearly, she didn’t have any problems with sunlight, which I hadn’t been expecting given the lighting situation in the store below. It occurred to me that I had never noticed or considered the actual size of the building, having only seen the storefront.

A large bay window that overlooked the street dominated the wall opposite the stairs. The apartment included a small, but inviting lounge with a small, two-person loveseat flanked by a plush armchair, and a TV in the far corner opposite the loveseat.

Against the wall was a well-appointed desk with a laptop, along with a selection of small figure’s and trinkets. Off to one side was a shelf that was completely filled with various parcels.

“I do half my business online,” Esme explained when she saw me looking at the out-of-place shelving unit with mild confusion.

The lounge area gave way to a quaint little kitchen, with a small table and pair of chairs tucked against one wall. A corridor next to the stairs led to what I assumed was a bedroom and bathroom, which occupied the rear half of the apartment.

“It’s not exactly what I expected,” I said following her into the kitchen as I looked around.

“What did you expect? A dark room filled with candles, pentagrams, and a blood splattered altar?” She replied with a raised eyebrow and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not really sure, but this is a lot brighter than I had pictured. The skylights really let in a lot of natural light,” I nodded.

“It’s not much, but it is home. Tea?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, taking a seat at the small kitchen table.

We made some slightly awkward small talk as she made tea, avoiding the entire herd of elephants in the room. Once the tea was brewed she sat down opposite me. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke.

“So. An actual Old World Djinn?”

“So. An actual Succubus?” I replied.

She eyed me curiously over her mug as she took a sip.

“You go first” she said, her mug making a soft ‘clack’ as she set it down.

“What actually are you? Why are you here, and how come you look so different?” I blurted out.

She was quiet for a moment, before she answered.

“What do you know about hell?” she asked softly, staring down into her tea.

“Not much. Just the normal Sunday School version. Google didn’t help much either.”

She smiled slightly at my reply.

“Most religions have it completely wrong; nothing more than fantasies constructed to scare their followers into devotion. Dante actually had it closest; I’ve often wondered if he had some personal experience...”

“The seven circles, right?” I asked.

“Nine. And they’re not circles so much as regions. Each region is controlled by one of Lucifer’s lieutenants. They’re the original fallen angels, or at least the ones that survived. I could talk for hours about it, but the general gist of it is that it’s not somewhere you want to spend much time.” She said with a slight shudder.

“Then how did you end up here?” I asked.

She quickly shook herself out of her reverie.

“It’s not a memory I wish to relive. It was a journey of great pain and sacrifice,” she said, looking down where her hands were wrapped around the warm beverage.

I decided not to push it.

“Okay,” I said, “what about you? Who are you? What are you?”

She took another sip of tea and seemed to gather her thoughts for a moment.

“There are some things I can’t tell you, and others that aren’t mine to tell, but I’ll explain the best I can. Try not to interrupt too much,”

I nodded and took a sip of my own tea, and she continued,

“As you said, I’m a Succubus; a lesser demon created in the likeness of the original Succubus, Lilith. She was Adam’s first wife, who mated with Lucifer. As punishment for her transgression, she was cursed to give birth only to monsters, most of which now are demons.” She paused, taking a sip of tea.

“A Succubus is born of sexual energy, and it’s that very power that sustains us. We have no soul or life force of our own, so we need to harvest it through sex to survive. We were created to be able to be irresistible to men and women alike, but we are unable to draw any life force from females. A Succubus can only draw life force from males, while our male counterparts, the Incubus can only draw life force from females.”

“If I don’t feed regularly, I begin to weaken age. When I do feed, it’s so easy to lose myself in the moment and drain my victim completely. It’s not something I can properly control, and I hate it, but it’s a part of being a succubus.”

“When you last came into the shop, the incredible amount of sexual energy within you was irresistible; I couldn’t restrain myself. Before I knew what was happening, the demon within me burst forth and, well, you know what happened next.”

“While we are stronger than mortals, as far as demons go, Succubus are some of the weakest. Our strength lies in our powers of seduction, overwhelming our victim’s senses and dulling their mind.”

“The last time we met, I was close to needing to feed again, which didn’t help the situation. When you walked in practically smelling of pure sexual energy, I could not control myself. The power I drew from you was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my entire existence. It was so pure and rich, that I don’t think my appetite had ever been as satisfied as it was that day.”

“When your Djinn showed up, I feared it would be my end, and I would be cast back into the endless pit. While I’m grateful that she didn’t do it, I’m puzzled about why she left me unharmed.” She paused at this point, staring blankly down at her hands, before continuing.

“Even now, I can still feel the energy I took from you flowing through me, and I haven’t felt the need to feed since. When I came to later that day, this was the body I found myself in. Somehow, either the energy I drew from you changed me, or being completely satisfied is what did it. I have never seen nor heard of anything like this happening before, and have no idea whether or not this is permanent. I hope it is though.”

“That’s pretty much it; I can’t tell you anything more. There are various accords that restrict what knowledge I may share with a human, even one as unique as you.” she added with a small smile.

It was a lot for me to take in, and we both sat in silence, finishing our tea. With what she had told me, a number of the questions that had been floating around in my mind were answered, but an equal number of new ones sprang up in their place. I would have to hold on to those new questions for a later date though.

Getting to her feet, Esme collected our mugs and placed them in the sink, before returning to her seat and focusing on my face.

“Your turn.” she stated.

“Ask away,” I told her, leaning back slightly in my chair.

“The Djinn, she’s yours?” It was more of a statement, rather than a fact.

“She bonded to me, but I don’t like to think it as ownership. She’s very much her own person” I answered.

“And you released her from the puzzle box I gave you?” she asked.

“Yeah. But didn’t you know that? That’s what you told me when I came here before Christmas.”

“It was just a story; and one I didn’t believe was actually true. To be honest, I had forgotten I had that box until you picked it up. I only have the vaguest memories of it. I not sure I can even remember where it came from, actually.”

‘Curious,’ I thought.

“So, tell me what happened next.” she asked, continuing the interrogation.

I gave her a brief summary of events, avoiding going into too much detail about my harem. She did manage to guess that my family were involved, recalling the reason I had first entered her shop on Christmas Eve. I explained the basics of the wishes I had made, and my new powers, leaving the rest open for her interpretation.

“That’s quite a story. I never thought I would have the chance to meet a Djinn in the flesh; they vanished centuries ago.”

That caught my attention. “Vanished?” I asked.

“Yes. Djinn used to be fairly common knowledge. Few were as powerful as you seem to make yours out be, but many powerful men and women got to be in power because of a wish from a Djinn. Then one day, they simply weren’t there anymore. Time marched on, and after a few generations, they were relegated to myths, legends, and other works of fiction.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“I don’t know. No one does. One day they were there, the next they weren’t.” Esme finished.

I was disappointed, but I hadn’t really been expecting much. Glancing at the clock, I realised that I would have to leave soon if I wanted to catch a ride home with Amara and the twins. Before I left though, I had an offer to make.

From looking around her apartment, it was clear to see she didn’t have much of a social life. There were no pictures stuck to the fridge, or hanging on the walls, and no room to entertain company. I guess it was hard for immortal sex demons for form personal connections with mortals who age and die.

“Esme, I want to help you. You changed my life for the better, whether it was intentional or not, and I want to try to do the same for you.” I started.

“What if you never had to feed on an innocent again? If you never had to worry about losing control and hurting somebody? You could have all the sexual energy you could ever want, and gain a family to love”

She blinked in surprise, and looked at me with a mix of confusion, disbelief, and what I thought could have been hope.

“You that you hated the constant fear of losing control and hurting the men you’re with. I can give you all the sexual energy you could ever need, and you can’t hurt the members of my harem since they are all female. And with Amara there, you’d never have to worry about getting carried away and hurting me either. What do you think?” Esme’s beautiful face was a mix of emotions, and it was strange being unable to see her thoughts like I could with everybody else. More proof thats my powers could only affect mortals.

“I ... I can’t leave my life here. It’s- I can’t...” she said after a few moments of silence.

“What life? You live in this small flat and work out of your basement. I’m guessing that you only leave here to go feed or go shopping. When was the last time you just had an actual conversation with someone? Or went out for a meal that didn’t involve sex and the chance of killing someone? You could still run your business, you would just have to commute to work instead of walking down a set of stairs. Heck, you could hire some more staff, and only come in a few days a week if you wanted. You wouldn’t have to give anything up”