Court is in session, and you are the accused.

You're kneeling on the floor of the living room, as naked as they day you were born, surrounded on all sides by your lodgers. Natasha - your sultry, violet-skinned partner in crime - is kneeling beside you, looking completely unperturbed by her fellow demons' cutting gazes. You, on the other hand, are feeling more than a little embarrassed. To have your tryst discovered by one of them would have been bad enough, but for the entire household to walk in on you in the act? You're warmer than a blast furnace, despite your lack of clothing.

Casey is the first to speak up. The Imp looks the most annoyed out of all of them. She bares her teeth at you as she sits cross-legged upon the coffee table, her septum piercing glinting in the light.

"Either of you wanna explain what the fuck I walked in on?" she asked, cocking her head.

You can't even begin to try, but thankfully, Natasha appoints herself as your attorney.

"Don't act like you didn't know exactly what we were doing, Casey," she responds coolly, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

Or maybe she'll wind up getting you both killed instead. The atmosphere of the room isn't exactly lighthearted.

"There's nothing wrong with two grown adults having a little fun together. What I wanna know is why are you so mad about it?"

"Why am I mad about you fuckin' our household manager in broad daylight?!"

"Hey, it wasn't just me, right, honey?" Natasha cries, turning to look at you.

All you can do is look down, ashamed.

Behind Casey, the others are busy hitting you with their own glares of disapproval. Eari looks fit to explode, while Callyette is sitting on the arm of the couch, dramatically fanning herself. Muu and Bessa exchange worried glances, while over in the corner, Yyvnn stands, just... staring at you.

"Y'know he can lose his job over this, right?!" Casey cries, pointing to you.

Natasha clucks her tongue.

"Only if you rat."

Callyette - ever dressed in fine clothes with her arms jingling from all her bracelets - laughs at that.

"A splendid idea! I'm surrre if we werrre to worrrd ourrr complaints prrroperrrly, we could have this little trrramp thrrrown rrright out into the cold, with narrry a scrrratch on my dearrr drrrudge's rrreputation!" the Nymph announces, pushing your patience for her accent to the absolute limit.

Your Succubus companion takes her bravado in her stride though, fixing Callyette with a sidelong grin.

"Why do you want rid of me so badly, hm? Wanna keep him all for yourself, Cally?" she purrs, gently running her finger across your collarbones.

Immediately, the yellow demonette goes a very bright shade of red.

"What arrre you-?!"

"That's a shame to hear, you know. I was hoping our dear manager here would soon show me how to handle your leash."

"Leash?! A lady of my calibrrre does not have a leash!"

"Oh really? Then what's that leather thing under your bed? Hidden between the collar and the fuzzy cuffs?"

Callyette gives a long, drawn-out wheeze as she completely short-circuits. She quickly turns and bolts for the stairs, her fluttering ears betraying her embarrassment.

"I- I have to go check something...!" she stutters as she pounds up the steps.

With a satisfied harrumph, Natasha looks back at Casey.

"Her ladyship had him in the bathroom. Turns out she's got a subby streak under all that bluster," she explains coolly, much to everyone else's shock, as well as your own embarrassment.

"Wait, what? Cally fucked him too?" the Imp choked, her catlike eyes going wide.

"Careful, gonna break your glass house there, Casey~!"

A sudden cough draws everyone's attention across the room, to where Bessa is busying herself with tidying up the mess you and Natasha left in the wake of your wild romp. She clears her throat and carefully folds a blanket, her cheeks burning bright.

"I... I was always taught to be honest, so..." she said, clearing her throat as she fixes the couches.

"What? Spit it out already," Casey sighed, folding her arms.

The Golem takes a deep breath.

"I may have also, ah... had some fun with our dear manager," she admits, wringing her hands.

You can see irritation flash in the Imp's eyes, but before she can start complaining, Bessa suddenly falls to her knees and bows her head.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to overstep my bounds!"

Muu rushes to her aid, Casey frowns and rubs the back of her neck, and beside you, Natasha just grins and gives you a meaningful look. Watching all these demons argue around you is getting overwhelming.

"I- I did it too!" Muu cries, triumphantly taking a stand alongside her fellows.

"Oh you gotta be shittin' me!"

"We had a good time, and we both enjoyed it, and I don't regret it one bit!" the Glutton continues, urging Bessa to stand up straight beside her.

Over in the corner, Eari suddenly roars, startling everyone in the house.

"Eminim! No! Onamuh and I faced trial by combat! I took him! He's mine! My sutiram!" the Oni yells, her fists balled and shaking.

Natasha snorts and stands up, completely unashamed of her nakedness.

"Steady on there, tiger. It's a bit early to be putting a ring on him yet."

"You know nothing of our rites! We take what we want! Right on the supmac iileorp!"

"Yes yes, you pillage battlefields and all that fun stuff. But as far as I'm aware, you have to win a contest of dominance, and I'm pretty sure you two came to a draw. Heh, literally," Natasha continues with a smile, drawing a line between you and the Oni.

Eari grows angrier. Casey buries her face further into her hands. Natasha laughs as Bessa and Muu continue to awkwardly tidy up. Kneeling in the middle of it all, you feel embarrassment burning a hole right through your chest. On the one hand, it's nice to see some of your charges show no shame in having sex with you. On the other, the looks you're getting from some of your more volatile lodgers is making you feel like a small animal cowering before a pack of wolves.

Yvynn especially. She hasn't stopped staring directly into your eyes since everyone walked in on you and Natasha. In fact, while the others were busy arguing, the Fallen had drawn closer to you. You quietly ask her if she's okay, whereupon she kneels down beside you and continues to stare, her acid-green eyes cutting straight into your soul.

And then, without warning, she grabs you by the throat, pulls you forward and kisses you deeply. The abruptness of her cold lips pressing against yours almost sends your body into shock, allowing her tongue to easily slip into your mouth. All around you, the other girls fly into a frenzy; Casey and Eari are completely outraged while the others are more taken aback. Only Natasha smiles and laughs, applauding Yyvnn as she silently makes out with you. The Fallen pins you to the ground, climbing atop your naked body and wrapping her wings around the pair of you.

"Yyvnn, what the fuck?!" Casey cries, attempting to grab her shoulders.

But Natasha holds her back, her smile growing ever-wider.

"Now now, let her have this!"

"What is wrong with you?! Do you get off on this?!"

"Maybe I do. But that's not what's important here. What's important is that we all have something in common now."

The Succubus slinks over and gently pries Yyvnn off you, leaving you dazed and confused on the living room floor. The Fallen relents, but doesn't leave your side. The rest of the demons gather around Natasha; even Callyette, who had regained her composure and crept downstairs in all the chaos.

"Ladies, we find ourselves at an impasse," Natasha begins, puffing out her prodigious chest, "and I believe we have two paths laid before us. Now, we all have an interest in this man here, don't we?"

She points at you. You give her a confused look as you wipe the saliva off your face, but she just gives you a wink. You know her well enough by now that she means you no harm, but in all honesty, you still have a hard time trusting her when it comes to situations like this.

In response to her question, the others give begrudged murmurs of agreement, save for Casey, who just rolls her eyes.

"You're fuckin' crazy..." she spits, leaning against the arm of a couch.

"So, we could take the conventional route. We could fight it out among ourselves, ruin what good relationships we've built with each other and humans as a whole, and eventually one of us will take him all for themselves."

You begin to ask whether you might have any say in this matter, only for Natasha to shush you with the spade of her tail. It gently strokes your face as Eari pounds her fists together.

"Yes! Fight! Mulleb!" the Oni roars, her muscles bulging beneath her new clothes.

"E- Eari, sweetheart, remember what we talked about?" Bessa interjects, shuffling over to her and placing a hand upon one of her mighty biceps.

The demon of Wrath frowns as her shoulders slump.

"Fighting's... bad?"

"I'm afraid so."

"... Oh..."

Natasha clears her throat.

"Or... we take a minute to calm down, we assess the situation, and you all listen to what I have to say."

"And why would we do that?" Casey chides, narrowing her catlike eyes.

"Because we're all rational, consenting adults, Casey. Case in point; everyone here agreed to have sex with our manager, and everyone here enjoyed it, right? Raise your hand if I'm right."

One by one, your lodgers all raise their hands. Some immediately, others gradually, but eventually they all do. Even Casey - who sat grumbling for a few moments - eventually relents and raises her hand. Natasha, with her arm raised high, grins and turns to face you.

"What about you, honey? How've you found these past few weeks?" she asks in a soft, genuine tone.

You take a deep breath. This is your one chance to stop all this chaos; right here, right now. You can put your foot down, insist on your position as a house manager employed by the EHI, and return to a semi-normal working life.

And yet... you don't want to return to how things were. As tumultuous as it's been, you've grown so close to these girls over the past several weeks, and not just physically. You've bonded with Muu over her culinary passions, connected with Yyvnn on a nonverbal level, taught Casey about human tolerance, helped Bessa get over her past troubles, relieved Callyette of societal burdens, and helped Eari settle into a world completely alien to her. And as for Natasha, well...

Looking each of the girls in the eyes, you take a deep breath and nod. You wouldn't have traded a single one of those moments for the entire world.

"There we have it. So, I propose we all share," the Succubus says, planting her hands upon her hips.

You recognise that spark in her eyes. She's been planning this from the very start, possibly from the moment she first met you.

That little minx.

"Sharrre?! Arrre you insane?! A lady need not sharrre!" Callyette cries dramatically.

"Not just him. I don't see why we can't all get a little more familiar. Wouldn't that be nice, Cally~?"

One sultry glance from the Succubus is enough to set the Nymph's cheeks aflame and silence her objections.

"So. All in favour?"

You hear numerous "ayes" in varying tones of reluctance, and see Yyvnn nod her head affirmatively. Taking in the acceptance around her, Natasha cackles and claps her hands, completely overwhelmed with joy.

"Wonderful! Now, how about we get a timetable drawn up?" she suggests, reaching for a notepad on a nearby coffee table.

Sorry, a what now?

"Well, it only makes sense, honey," the Succubus explains, flipping to a fresh page, "Seven girls, seven days of the week, are you following me here...?"

You stare at her for a moment. Her idea doesn't exactly leave much room for rest, does it?

"Oh, pshaw, think with some nuance here. The timetable just means we won't have any... 'scheduling conflicts'. If neither of you are up to it on the day, then that's fine."

You hate to admit it, but it's hard to see any flaws in her plan. Honestly, you're beginning to think she planned this whole thing.

With a heavy sigh, you raise your hands and quietly excuse yourself, cheeks still burning from shame. While the outcome to this little debacle is one of the better ones, you can already feel the changes in the air. The girls watch you leave; each demon thinking less-than-wholesome thoughts as their gazes burn into your back. One thing was for sure:

There's no going back from this.

---

You spend the next few days cautiously returning to normal. On Saturday, you spent every free moment you had cleaning up the house and finally getting the windowsills dusted, much to Callyette's delight. Why she dedicated so much time to complaining about it when she could have just picked up the duster herself, you don't know, but at least she's in good spirits now. Sunday and Monday were spent clearing the basement out for a deep clean, which you had been meaning to do since you got here. Eari and Bessa helped you out then, and between the strength of a proud warrior and a hard-working farmhand, you were able to get the work done in half as much time as you thought. Tuesday was dedicated to gardenwork, which Natasha took a surprising interest in, and while you've gotten used to Muu helping you out in the kitchen, Yyvnn deigned to show you some salad recipes from her homeland, though you had to substitute a ton of different ingredients.

It felt nice. But it wasn't the same.

When Callyette hugged you after you finished dusting, she did so in full view of the rest of the household, ensuring she rubbed her whole body against you. Bessa kept kissing you on the cheek throughout the week, and at one point Eari even pinned you against a wall to get her fix. Muu was acting less like a lodger and more like a newlywed with how giddy she was, and Yyvnn had started touching you at random points, be it on your arm or your face. As for Natasha, well... She's just plain unstoppable now.

As the evening sun sets and you kick back on the couch with the TV on full blast, you can't help but feel a little tense. Sure, none of the girls have approached you for a now-fully-sanctioned romp yet, but you can feel that it's going to happen soon. Natasha pinned the timetable right in the middle of the fridge under the guise of a chore schedule. It feels strange. Everyone has agreed to share you, and yet you feel as in-danger as ever.

Over on the other couch, Yyvnn looks up from her sudoku and raises and eyebrow. She's been quite taken by them in recent weeks.

You assure her that you're alright, just tired after all the housework that wanted for doing. The Fallen inclines her head as if she doesn't believe you, and you change the subject to the TV show you're watching. Real Housewives of something-or-other; you haven't actually been paying attention, what with all the worrying you've been doing.

"Chief," a voice pipes behind you, and you damn near piss yourself.

You whip around to find Casey standing with her hands in her pockets. The Imp is all dressed up to go out, badge-laden denim jacket and all.

"You free?" she asks, chewing on a wad of mint gum.

Yeah, pretty much. What does she need?

"Wanna go somewhere with you."

Why's that?

"It's a surprise. Wanted to, uh... get you a gift. To say sorry for everythin' that happened on Friday. I... was a lil' harsh. B- Besides, the schedule says I get you for today, right?"

You never took Casey to be so thoughtful. The same girl who uses other people's credit cards to pay for pizza deliveries wants to buy you a gift? Well, who are you to say no?

As you tentatively accept her proposal, she glares over at Yyvnn, who is giving you both a pointed look.

"Oh, blow it out your ass, Whispers! I'm tryna do somethin' nice here!" she swears at the Fallen.

Casey, you don't think she's being-

"She's always got somethin' to say, even if she don't talk. Now c'mon, get your shoes on. Got a ways to walk, chief."

Heaving yourself off the couch, you bid Yyvnn a brief farewell and lace up your shoes, whereupon Casey grabs your arm and practically drags you out the door. By the time the pair of you leave the neighbourhood and wind up in the city proper, the sun has sunk far beyond the horizon, spurring the streetlights to bathe everything in a warm orange glow. You get a few strange looks, walking arm-in-arm with a demon, but you're relatively unharried on your mysterious quest.

"Nice to finally get the bracelet off. Was thinkin' of just chewin' it off at one point," the Imp remarks as she peers at the streetsigns around you both.

That would have gotten her deported for sure. Lilith can be a bloodhound when she wants to be.

"Mm... She's not a part of this... thing... we got, is she?"

What? Oh God no. That woman is terrifying.

"Eari is terrifyin', though."

Yeah, but she's terrifying in a cute way. Lilith is terrifying in a 'knows how to kill you, dump your corpse and make the world forget about you' kind of way.

"Pfft, hah! And here I was thinkin' you didn't have a type!"

Reaching down, Casey slips her hand into yours, bringing some heat to your cheeks. Weird; this woman had you gasping and begging beneath her, and yet holding her hand is what embarasses you? Maybe all this demon sex is messing with your priorities.

"Alright, here we are, chief. Wait for me outside, would you?" the Imp asks as you both come to a stop outside a dingy little store squatting between two tenement buildings.

You nod, whereupon she grabs your lapels and kisses you smackbam on the lips, slipping some tongue in for good measure. With that pleasant memory to linger on, she dips inside, leaving you to wait on the street.

Leaning against the wall, you gaze up at the darkening sky overhead. You've often thought to yourself that the last few weeks have been a whirlwind, but these last few days put all that to shame. A part of you still worries, but what is there to fret about? A group of women freely agreeing to share you amongst themselves; that's living the dream for some people!

But they're not just any women, are they? They're demons sent here specially from Hell. They're here to prove to both worlds that humans and demons can coexist, and you're supposed to be the paragon of human kindness, looking after them. If anyone finds out that you're all "involved"... Lilith is going to kill you, that at the very least is certain.

You're going to have to tread carefully.

A shiver tears through you as the hairs on your neck stand on end. For some reason, you feel like you're being watched, but when you peer around the street, you find yourself completely alone. Maybe it's just the wind.

After a while, Casey finally re-emerges from the store with a large, discreetly-packaged box tucked beneath her arm. She lightly chuckles to herself and immediately links arms with you, doubling her pace as you're forced to break into a jog down the street. Steering you like a joystick, she drags you around a corner and fixes you with a serious glare. You ask her where she's taking you, whereupon the Imp's catlike eyes flash and she gives you a sharp-toothed grin.

"I booked us a room, chief. Today's my day, remember?"

Ah.

---

To Casey's credit, it's a very nice hotel room. Plenty of room, a kingsized bed, massive TV, and even a minibar. Windows dominate an entire wall, allowing the moonlight to bathe the entire room in a soothing pale glow, and giving you a perfect view of the nighttime cityscape. Standing in the middle of it all, you take it in, impressed by Casey's foresight, only for your mood to be dampened by two key facts.

Number one, she more than likely used your credit card to pay for this.

And number two, she didn't bring you here just to spend some quality time together.

"You present's on the bed. Check it out if you want; I gotta use the john," the Imp calls, tossing her jacket to the floor as she steps into the bathroom.

You turn your attention to the box on the bed. Though a part of you wants to open it in her presence, curiosity gets the better of you, so you tear the lid open to reveal-

Oh.

That's...

That's a collar.

A very finely made collar, you might add. Soft black leather and stainless steel fixings, with a large buckle and a prominent leash loop. It looked custom-made, and as you stare at it, your curiosity gets all the stronger.

It even has a tag, bearing your name on one side, and the words "Mistress' Favourite Pup" on the other.

She wants this on you, doesn't she?

Hoo boy...

You sit down and ponder your next course of action. You have nothing against having sex with Casey again - by God, the last time still pops into your mind from time to time - but since the gravity of the situation came crashing down on you, you've had your reservations. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, agreeing to Natasha's proposal like that...

All of a sudden, you feel a hand press against your chest, and you're thrown back onto the bed. A heavy weight presses down on your lap, and before you can figure out what is happening, you hear a heavy sigh in your ear as cold breath washes across you.

There's no way...

The invisible force travels to your chest, whereupon it begins to undo your shirt buttons, one by one.

... Yyvnn...?

A cold finger presses against your lips, urging you to keep quiet.

She must have followed you all the way from the house. You had your suspicions, but you're beginning to see why Fallen are demons of Envy; this girl doesn't seem to want to share you, at least without supervision. She continues to work on your shirt, pulling it off and leaving you bare-chested. Her invisible hands push into your chest, raising goosebumps all across your skin as she slowly drags her tongue from your navel to your neck. Unable to focus on anything visual, you just lie back and shiver in delight, feeling your blood flowing southwards the closer she gets to your throat. You hear rummaging from the box as the collar seemingly floats upwards, opening wide as it drifts towards your neck.

Oh. Seems Yyvnn is into this kind of stuff too.

You swallow hard and lean forward, allowing the invisible demon to silently clasp the collar around your neck, tightening and adjusting it until it fits just right. It's more comfortable than you initially thought, but as you ponder its construction, you hear a distinctive click.

Eyes wide, you reach for the collar's buckle to find that a small padlock had been placed upon it.

Wait.

Over by the box, you see a small silver key rise into the air, before promptly blinking away into nothing.

Wait hang on.

The pressure eases off your lap, and before you know it, Yyvnn once again melts away into the ether.

The bathroom door unlocks and the door flies open.

"Sorry for the wait!" Casey calls, stepping out into the middle of the room.

The collar wasn't all she bought in there, it seems.

Bathed in silver moonlight, the Imp stands there like a preening goddess, her skin glistening like polished ruby. She's as naked as the day she was born, but by no means is she unadorned. Black leather straps criss-cross her toned body, forming a complicated-yet-arousing harness ensemble that compliments her tattoos perfectly. The moonlight glints off the metal fixings of her harness, as well as her piercings. It's a beautiful sight.

"Heh. Like what you see, pup?" the leatherbound tomboy asks, giving you a devilish grin.

She holds her gloved hands to her perky breasts, biting her lips as she squeezes them teasingly. Her hips rock back and forth as she approaches, but from where you're lying, you can't see that far down. You try to sit up, but she just tuts, paralysing you.

"Didn't say you could look yet, did I?" she remarks, adjusting her long black gloves.

You mumble an apology. Casey draws closer, hooking a finger beneath your collar to pull you to a seated position.

"You certainly made yourself comfortable, hm? Who am I?" she asks, raising a thin eyebrow.

You answer almost immediately.

She's your Mistress.

"Good boy~. Do you remember the safeword, pup?"

Chlorophyll, right?

"You learn quick. That's enough for a lil' reward off the bat, don't you think~?"

She sticks her tongue out at you, exposing the glinting stud in the centre.

With practiced, dextrous hands, Casey pops the button of your jeans and lowers your fly with agonising slowness, drawing the process out as long as she can. By the time its zipped down the full way, you've already grown to full hardness. She cups you through your underwear, causing you to flinch.

"Someone's excited," the Imp purrs, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

Pulling your dick free, she runs her fingers along its base, sending electric tingles up and down your spine. The material of her gloves feels strange, but not unpleasant. Noting every reaction on your face, she gives you a devilish smile and begans to pump her hand along your dick.

She may not have you trussed up as she did last time, but you still find yourself helpless as putty in Casey's hand as she gives you a surprisingly gentle handjob. After everything that had happened, you expected her to punish you, but this is quite the pleasant surprise. Before long, you're gasping and digging your fingernails into the bedspread, all the while the Imp keeps up a steady pace.

"So," Casey breathes into your ear as she tireless strokes you off, "run somethin' by me, pup. Why's it you're so quick to put the collar on? Locked it all by yourself, too."

You try to explain that you did nothing of the sort, but all you can do is whimper and squirm in place as she rolls her thumb across the sensitive underside of your head.

"It's a good look for you. Remind you who you really belong to," the Imp pants, quickening her pace.

She begins to twist her hand with every pump. You try to lean back, but she roughly grabs your collar and pulls you close, forcing you to look deep into her eyes. They're burning with feral need.

"You understand me, pup? You're mine. Don't matter who else picks at you; at the end of the day, you're my pup, and I'm your...?"

You blurt her title out, more times than is necessary. Over and over, you call her your Mistress, urging her that you'll do whatever she wants. Your loyalty is rewards with a flood of pleasure as she jerks you off with vicious intensity, her grin growing all the wider as stars begin to dance at the edge of your vision.

"You enjoyin' yourself?" she asks, her hot breath rolling over you like an intoxicating perfume.

Oh fuck yes.

"You gonna cum?"

Yes, yes, you're so close...!

"Heh. I said I'd reward you, but I gotta say... you're fixin' for some punishment, too."

With that, she lets go. The orgasm gradually building within you dies away, and a mournful whine ekes from your throat. Casey steps back with a stormy look on her face, her arms folded and her eyes ablaze.

"Can't have the carrot without the stick, pup. I need you to understand that I'm your Mistress, no-one else."

But you do understand that!

"Oh really? How am I supposed to trust that when you're off blowin' your load inside everythin' with a set of horns and a pretty smile?"

You weren't-!

"You've been a bad dog, pup. And bad dogs get punished. So, you're gonna sit there perfectly still while I sort out the rest of what I bought for tonight. Sound good?"

You can only bow your head and nod as Casey grabs the box from the bed and turns her back on you, bringing it over to the other side of the hotel room to root through the rest of her purchases. Despite the aching need in your loins, you dutifully do as your told, though you can't quite shake the heavy sensation of guilt weighing in your gut.

You were afraid of this happening; of course not everyone would be okay with this. Natasha was the only one who knew the whole story. As far as the others were concerned, what happened between you and them was an altogether exclusive deal. Most of them seemed okay after the grand reveal, but Casey did seem the most annoyed about it.

For a while you just sit and wonder whether things will ever be the same back at the boarding house, before you suddenly jolt upright at the sensation of long nails dragging across your spine.

Oh God. Yyvnn. She's been here the whole time.

You try to say something, but an invisible hand reaches around from behind you, firmly covering your mouth. You can feel the Fallen at your back, and judging by the sensation of her nipples dragging against your skin, she isn't wearing any clothes. Her chilled breath tickles your ear as you feel a second hand begin to venture downwards.

Eyes wide, you look over at Casey. She still has her back to you; the Imp is kneeling over the box, pulling out all sorts of leather goods. Between the sight of her tight red ass in front of you, the feeling of Yyvnn's breasts behind you, and the deep-seated need for relief boiling within you, you're already at full mast by the time the invisible demon wraps her slender fingers around your cock. Whereas Casey's hands are warm, the cool sensation of the Fallen's skin sends an altogether different tingle up your spine, and for a moment, you're reminded of the first night you spent with the voiceless demon.

Of course, those thoughts are immediately scrambled as Yyvnn picks up where Casey left off, stroking you from behind with one hand as she drags her nails across your skin with the other. You gave a suppressed moan into the Fallen's hand as you watch red lines appear all over your exposed chest, your apprehension only heightening your arousal.

"Hangin' in there, pup?" the Imp asks from across the room, causing your entire body to tense up.

Yyvnn pulls her hand away from your mouth, but keeps mercilessly stroking your dick. You can't see her, but your gut tells you that the Fallen is enjoying every second of this.

You assure Casey that you're doing just fine.

"That so? You don't sound fine," she remarks, pulling out a finely-made riding crop.

Try as you might to reassure her, Yyvnn decides that your time is up, and covers your mouth once more. Left helpless at the invisible demon's mercy, she twists her hand and rolls her thumb, her dextrous fingers driving you absolutely wild, and yet she always keeps you just on the cusp of cumming. Behind you, she bites down deep into your shoulder; a pleasant combination of pleasure and pain that pushes you to almost cry out, but with Casey so close, you try to keep as quiet as you can.

"Alright then, pup," Casey sighs, drawing herself to her full height, "I think you've stewed long enough."

Your eyes widen, but Yyvnn doesn't stop. In fact, she just ups the pace, tirelessly jerking you off until the stars at the edge of your vision turn a blinding white. The familiar pressure builds in your core, and though you're curling your toes in an effort to keep it together, the Fallen's slender fingers and soft hands are just too much. You slump back against her, defeated and ready to blow.

As Casey turns around, Yyvnn pulls her hand off your mouth and bites your other shoulder. Pleasure floods your synapses as you cum, crying out like an animal all the while. From all the teasing you recieved up til now, you shoot an impressively thick rope, one that strikes Casey's midriff front and center. Even as she stands there, staring at you, Yyvnn finishes you off for all you're worth, until the hotel carpet is thoroughly ruined and you're left as a barely-cohesive mess on the bed.

With her work done, you feel the unseen demon recede, allowing you to slump onto your back. For a moment, silence reigns, save for your thundering heartbeat.

The afterglow is warm, and for a moment you feel yourself begin to drift, but before long a feeling of dread brings you back to your senses. You sit up and find Casey standing barely a foot away from you, looking down at the cum all over her stomach. You try to speak - to explain yourself - but she just raises a finger, silencing you. Slowly - painfully slowly - she wipes your ejaculate off her toned midriff with her hand, holding it up to the moonlight as she rubs it between two fingers.

"Y'know, where I come from ain't nothin' like this place," the Imp states, gazing intently at the glistening strings.

Something in her tone of voice changed. She doesn't sound husky or flirtatious anymore. She sounds angry.

"Lived in an Imp town in the forest. Treehouses, you'd call 'em. Half the population were animals. All my friends were, too."

You dimly remember from your studies with the EHI that Imps are renowned for their ability to communicate with and sometimes even transform into animals.

"I picked up a few things from them. Dogs, cats, mice; they all got shit to teach. How to find neat stuff. How to protect your own. And most importantly..."

The sound of clenching leather fills the room as she grips the riding crop tightly.

"... how to sniff out the motherfuckers tryin' to take what's yours!" Casey screams, wheeling around.

She made to swing the riding crop in a vicious arc, only for her hand to suddenly stop in mid air. A sourceless wind filled the room, ruffling the curtains and scattering the packaging of Casey's purchase, swirling around and around as Yyvnn finally revealed herself. The lengthy demoness stood stark naked, her wings fully extended as she held Casey's wrist. She was staring at her fellow demon with calm eyes, her mouth turned into an ever-so-slight sardonic smile.

"Of course it's you!"

Wrenching her hand free, the Imp throws the crop aside and bares her nails like a cat ready to fight. You shuffle back on the bed, feeling the dread evolve into concern. All sexual pretense has been dropped, that's for sure.

"This is just fuckin' perfect, ain't it?! I finally get somethin' to call my own, and you come outta nowhere to take it from me!"

She jabs an accusing finger at Yyvnn, who simply plants her hands on her hips and cocks her head. Her gaze flits to you for a moment; she has a calm, confident look in her eye. Though you want to step in as their manager to defuse the situation, you silently deign to leave it in the Fallen's hands. Whatever's going on, she seems to know what she's doing.

"Is it too much to ask, huh?! To have somethin' to myself?! To have one fuckin' person who sticks by me?!" Casey continues, her entire body shaking with anger.

Despite her rage, the Imp is beginning to sound choked up.

"But you won't even fuckin' say anythin', will you?! Of course not! You never do!"

Casey reaches up to wipe her eyes.

"... You don't give a shit. That's how people are; how they always are. Y'know what, I'm done. Fuck this. Fuck this whole deal, fuck Earth, and fuck you! I'm done!" she cries, her voice growing louder and louder.

She made to leave, only for Yyvnn to take a step to her left, blocking Casey's path. That, however, was all she needed to snap. With an inarticulate cry, she winds her arm back, ready to strike.

"Don't act like you give a shit now, you bitch!"

It all happens so fast, you barely have any time to register it.

As Casey swings, Yyvnn effortly catches her hand and pulls the Imp into a hug, twirling her around as her stony wings enwrap them both. The Imp glares at her as she struggles like an angry cat, but even from where you're sitting you can see the tears in her eyes. The two lock eyes as Casey calms down, and with a tender hand on the back of her head, Yyvnn leans in close and kisses the Imp deeply, tongue and all.

Just as she did with you.

You're just as shocked as the Imp is. She's frozen in Yyvnn's arms, her eyes wide and her body stiff. But as the Fallen's empassioned kiss continues, you gradually see her begin to melt. Her body slackens, her eyes roll back, and before long, the Imp reaches forward to grab her face, hungry for more.

It's a bizarre moment. You've just spent the past several weeks watching these two go at each other over the smallest of inconveniences, and now they're right in front of you, kissing like lovestruck high schoolers. But in retrospect, you begin to see why they always came to blows. Casey was always so possessive of her belongings, while Yyvnn held a firm belief in the concept of communal space. You had written the Imp off as just being ill-mannered, but it seemed her fellow demon understood it was a sentiment borne of something much deeper-rooted...

You can't help but smile. Hey, at least they're getting along now, right? Kind of?

The two break the liplock in time, with Casey slumping back into Yyvnn's arms, her face smeared with saliva.

"I- I don't... I don't get it," she gasps, peering up into the Fallen's eyes.

She just smiles wipes her mouth with her thumb.

"I thought... you didn't like me..."

Shaking her head, Yyvnn nods over at you, then inclines her head towards the Imp in her arms. You watch as a look of realisation come over Casey's face.

"Well... I guess... If you feel that way, then..."

A moment of understanding blooms between them. Without a word between them, the two demons turn their gazes to you. Yyvnn's acid-green eyes glow like liquid emeralds, while Casey's flash like a cat caught in torchlight. The pair both smile, and you feel a familiar discomfort rise in your loins.

You apologise for encroaching and go to put your clothes back on, but the Imp stops you.

"Ah-ah, we ain't done yet, pup," she chides, drawing closer to you.

You... aren't?

"Nah. Me and Whispers were just hashin' a lil' somethin' out. Ain't that right?"

Yyvnn's breath tickles your ears. How did she get behind you so fast-?!

Soft leather wraps around your wrists as she claps a pair of handcuffs onto you, clicking them nice and snugly before you have time to react. With the Fallen supporting and restraining you from behind, Casey crawled onto the bed and reaches for your collar with yet another piece of equipment.

At this point, you're really hoping she didn't pay for all of this stuff with your card. This many custom pieces can not have been cheap.

Linking a leash to your collar, she loops it around her hand and pulls your face close. With two sexy demons in such close proximity, you're already back at full hardness, ready for more.

"Sorry for blowin' up like that. You good to keep goin'?" Casey asks in a soft voice.

You nod. Is Yyvnn-?

"I decided to share you. Ain't no reason why you can't have two Mistresses, right?"

Is... that allowed?

She laughs at that. Behind you, Yyvnn rests her head on your shoulder.

"It's allowed if your Mistress says so, got it? Good. Now shut up and fuck me, pup."

Yes ma'am.

Dazed by the emotional whiplash of what had just happens, you deign to turn your higher brain functions off as your Mistress clutches you leash in one hand whilst steadying your cock with the other. Climbing atop your lap, she lines you up with the drooling slit of her tattoo-framed womanhood, all the while Yyvnn supports you from behind, clearly taking great interest in seeing everything up close. The hot-and-cold dichotomy of their bodies shorts your synapses out, and while you shudder in delight at the Fallen's gentle scratches, the Imp surprises you with a sudden shock of pleasure as she slams her hips into yours, spearing herself upon your full length with an ecstatic cry.

"F- Fuck... This is the best..." she mumbles, taking a moment to adjust herself.

You twitch with each slight movement, already feeling the pleasure tingle up through your spine. You hear Yyvnn lick her lips behind you, her teeth grazing your shoulder, ready to bite the moment your Mistress deigns to up the ante.

A small part of your mind chimes with the observation that if these two learned to get along earlier on in the homestay, you might have been in a lot more trouble.

"Focus, pup! I gave you an order!" she growls into your ear, clutching your shoulders for support.

With her hot breath in one ear, and Yyvnn's cold respirations in the other, it takes you a second to realise what she's asking. Nodding shakily, you begin to buck your hips in time to your Mistress' movements, all the while the Fallen behind you takes the opportunity to bite and scratch at your exposed skin. The suffocating tightness of the Imp's pussy brings your right back to that sunny afternoon in the garden where she first rode you like a rodeo bull. She gave you no mercy then, and she's certainly not about to change that now.

Though she's hot, and she's wet, and by God is she tight, you grit your teeth and persevere. You're not the clueless neophyte you once were, after all; you have some skin in the game now, so to speak. You've learned a few tricks after fucking the entire Hellish roster, so you turn your focus away from your own unbearable pleasure, deigning to concentrate instead on enhancing hers. Every time your Mistress descends, you do your best to roll your hips, listening in to her pants and vocalisations to figure out what feels best to her.

"Who... taught... you... that...?!" she gasps breathlessly, tugging on your leash.

You give her an apologetic smile.

"Ngh... Don't get... cocky, pup!"

She looks over your shoulder at Yyvnn and gives a silent nod. God, you can practically hear the onyx demon smile.

You feel a tug at your back, and without your arms available to steady yourself, you're pulled back onto the bed. Yyvnn stares down at you with intense green eyes, the pensive gleam growing naughtier as your Mistress hands the leash to her. Incapacitated by the Imp's rough riding, you can only lie there helplessly as the taller demon swings a leg over your face, giving you an uninterrupted view of her crotch. Her white pubic hair frames a slightly-parted pussy, emanating a warmth that's conspicuously lacking from the rest of her body.

You've munched enough box by now to realise exactly where this was going.

Oh well, at least you've got the practice in.

As one demon rides your dick, the other begins to ride your face, and though your reason has been rendered down into a viscous soup by this point, you find that raw instinct serves well. You temper the sensations from your Mistress' hot, wet embrace by focusing on eating Yyvnn out to the best of your ability. You extend your tongue and allow her to grind her sex against it, filling you with the Fallen's flavour. You've become quite the connoisseur by this point, but while Natasha had a sweetness to her, Eari had an almost spicy flavour and Casey - no, your Mistress - was overly salty, something about Yyvnn's pussy tastes beyond adequate description.

Liqourice, maybe? Almost, but not quite. Intriguing - puzzling, even - but still a nonetheless sexual flavour that urges you to keep at it, all the while your Mistress is putting your lower half to work.

"Maybe we should run away, eh, Whispers? Take him with us, keep him locked up forever?" you hear her suggest breathlessly, her voice muffled by the black thighs engulfing your head.

You make a concerned noise in the back of your throat, spurring the Imp to suddenly drag her nails all the way down the length of your torso.

In response, Yyvnn dips down closer to your face, her legs already beginning to shake. The sensory overload is starting to overwhelm you, and you can feel the telltale pressure in your loins warning of an incoming orgasm. You want to warn your Mistress, but with a mouthful of Fallen pussy, all you can do is snatch a few breaths of air and focus your efforts on Yyvnn's clitoris. Despite the intensive tongue-fucking on your part, she still hasn't made a sound; rather her breathing just keeps getting faster and faster.

You keep it up a little longer, but by the time a few minutes roll by, you're feeling more worn out than your bout with Eari. Unable to keep going, you finally stop resisting and indulge in the urge to cum. It's like the pleasure hits you all at once as your Mistress slams her hips back down upon your, drawing a muffled groan from your throat. A high-pitched tone rings in your ears for a moment as you completely unload inside the Imp, prompting her to linger there for a moment, slowly pumping her hips so as to squeeze out as much of your ejaculate as possible.

Satisfied, Yyvnn eases herself off your face, allowing you to catch your breath as your Mistress dismounts you. You're drenched in sweat and other fluids besides, but the deliriously pleasant buzz in your head keeps you from complaining.

Two demons at once. That's far-reaching territory, even for you.

"Gotta say, I missed this feelin'," the Imp sighs in a satisfied tone, helping you back up to your feet.

She steadies you before reaching back to unlock your handcuffs. Before you can say anything, however, she immediately lunges at the bed and claps them around Yyvnn's wrists, pushing the Fallen down in the process. Her stony wings flutter in alarm as the smaller demoness pins her down, but she makes no effort to struggle.

"But we ain't done yet, pup," she adds, her sharp-toothed grin growing wider.

You weren't? Can't even stop for a break?

"Did you stop for a break with Nat?"

Well, kind of-

"Oh, shut up and get over here! That's an order!"

She grabs the leash hanging from your collar and pulls you back over to the bed, where Yyvnn lies waiting. Your Mistress kneels at her head, keeping her arms pinned above her head. The Fallen's demeanour has changed; the confidence replaced with sheepish submission, her legs already spread and waiting. Despite how tired you are, that sight alone is enough to bring you back to full mast.

You look from one demon to the other.

They were okay with this?

Yyvnn nods, while your Mistress scoffs.

"Ain't good manners to look a gift horse in the mouth when your Mistress tells you to fuck someone, is it?" the Imp replies sharply.

Apparently not. But what does she get out of this?

"Well, you made a pretty mess inside me, pup. And from where I'm sittin', I know just how I'm gonna clean it up...!" she continues, grin gleaming in the moonlight.

With a tug of your leash, you oblige her.

Round two, then.

You feel the dynamic shift as whatever edge Yyvnn had over Casey completely vanishes, allowing the Imp to truly take her position at the top and leaving the Fallen helpless beneath her. Despite the collar around your neck and the leash in your Mistress' hand, you find yourself somewhere in the middle, lining yourself up to penetrate the dusky demoness' womanhood.

"There we go... Knew I'd find a use for that mouth sooner or later," your Mistress sighs as she plants herself atop Yyvnn's face.

She eagerly laps and suckles at the Imp's pussy even as your cum dribbles out onto her face, and for a moment you just watch, completely entranced. But with a firm tug reminding you of your task, you grip Yyvnn's slender thighs and push into her, causing the demon to jolt.

It's the dichotomy that always gets you, especially where it comes to these two. While Casey is hot and tight, Yyvnn's insides are smooth and strangely cool in a way that stimulates you entirely differently. You feel almost no resistance going in, and not just because her crotch is already wetter than the Amazon. A stifled gasp rings from beneath your Mistress, drawing a giggle from her as she grinds her pussy harder against Yyvnn's face.

"Keep workin' that tongue, Whispers! Or I'll tell him to stop!"

The muffled slurping grows louder, and the Imp gives you a cat-eyed wink. Nodding, you begin to thrust; gently at first, though the excited beating of Yyvnn's wings against the bedspread quickly spurs you to quicken your pace. A pleasant shiver runs through you every time your hips connect, and before long, all three of you find yourself settling into a nice, syncopated rhythm. The slapping of your crotch against hers, the slurping of the Fallen's tongue, and the gasped pleasure of your Mistress as she casts her horned head back and basks in the sensation.

"Mng... Maybe sharin'... ain't so bad sometimes, huh...?" she breathes, eyeing you up with a lascivious gaze.

You try to rasp out a sly response, but at that moment, Yyvnn unexpectedly locks her legs around your waist, guiding you into fucking her harder. She's as silent as ever, but between the shivers running through her body and the desperate gasps of breath she snatches between licks, the Fallen is clearly having the time of her life.

"Describe it," your Mistress commands, tugging on your collar in order to turn your gaze to her.

What?

"Describe how she feels. Out loud. In detail," the tomboy demoness explains further, her grin growing wider.

A blush rises to your cheeks, but without slowing your roll, you oblige her. Anchoring your hands on either side of Yyvnn's midsection, you shut your eyes and focus on what you're feeling.

She's luxuriously smooth on the inside, like a custom silk glove tailored just for you. Each thrust causes her internal muscles to twitch and spasm, gripping you tighter before allowing you to slide back out for another pass, as though she didn't wish to let you go. You can feel the difference in body temperature, and how it sends tingles through your tick and up your spine, until goosebumps form across your entire body. The taste of Yyvnn's pussy still lingers on your tongue, and with each breath you take, you plunge yourself deep into her, completely enveloping your senses in the Fallen.

And yet, you're still aware of your Mistress' guiding hand. How she pulls on the leash slightly with every thrust, indicating when to move and how long to move for. Likewise, the movement of her hips upon Yyvnn's face guide the Fallen into mimicking her, allowing the pair of you to meet in the most optimal position, time and time again.

You're both at her mercy. Your Mistress had always been in control.

She laughs at your sudden epihany, all the while spurring you to fuck Yyvnn faster and faster. The Fallen herself is beginning to lose her composure, and judging by the tint in your leash-holder's cheeks, she's getting close to her limit as well.

"Good boy," she breathes, looping her finger through your collar and dragging you closer.

Your lips are scarcely an inch from one another as she asks you a question.

"Would you like to keep goin' as you have been?"

You frown, trying to find her angle. But now, the glint in her eyes is genuine.

Of course. These past few weeks have been the best in your life.

"Okay then. Guess I'll be loanin' you out a lil' more then, huh? Just so long as you remember one thing, pup; who do you belong to?"

A smile flickers across your face as you feel that oh-so-familiar pressure begin to well.

You belong to your Mistress, of course.

"Heh. And don't you forget it," the Imp sighs, leaning in close to your ear.

Her hot breath washes over you, cracking through your reasoning like a dam about to burst.

"Now cum."

Your Mistress grabs your face and pulls you into a sloppy kiss, taking you completely off-guard as Yyvnn's death-grip around your waist tightens. The Imp tongue in your mouth ruthlessly entwines with your own, and amidst the overwhelming barrage of pleasure, your eyes roll back as you give in to her command. You cum hard, and you cum deep. But even as you flood Yyvnn with your seed, neither demon lets up. Yyvnn keeps urging you to pump your hips, all the while Casey kisses you like she's trying to suck your soul out. A jolt runs through her body as she swiftly follows your orgasm with one of her own, driving her to keep going. The dull ache of oxygen deprivation makes itself known in your chest, and as your hips and lungs begin to cry out in tandem, you feel your brain start to short out entirely.

You're barely able to gasp out the word "Chlorophyll" before you wind up passing out entirely.

---

When you open your eyes again, you find the hotel room bathed a warm orange from the morning sun's rays shining through the window. You blearily clear your eyes as you struggle to remember just what happened, and as you mentally check in with yourself, you notice that you've been moved into the bed. A soft pillow lies beneath your head, the duvet has been drawn up around you, and you can feel two distinct weights upon your body.

Gingerly, you peek beneath the covers.

On one side of you, Yyvnn lies partially wrapped-up in her own wings, her head lying tucked in upon your shoulder. To the other side, Casey clings to you like a koala, her horns coming dangerously close to poking you in the eye. The Imp stirs at your movement, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Hm...? Oh, you're up," she yawns, giving you a sleepy smile.

You rub your neck. It's a little raw, but the collar's gone.

"Sorry about last night. Think we went a lil' too rough on you, chief."

You laugh weakly, keeping your voice down so as not to wake Yyvnn.

Considering how things went with Eari, you've been through worse.

"Heh, no kiddin'..."

The Imp sighs and hugs you tight.

"... Thanks for puttin' up with me."

Hey, it's what you're here for.

"Still... Turns out I got a lotta stuff I gotta figure out, huh?"

You're always here to help her out in that regard.

"Oh yeah? Might just take you up on that. Thanks, chief."

She's very welcome.

The pair of you lie back and shut your eyes, deigning to enjoy the morning for what it is. Until housekeeping decides to pay your room a visit. But that's an issue for later.

You hear a knock at the door

... Or not.