Hellacious Hospitality Ch. 09

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Hey all! Been a bit more time than I would have liked since my last posting here. Hope I didn't worry you that I up and ghosted. Been extra busy as of late.

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They came to a dead stop outside the front door of the residential tower. Benson was doubled over and panting hard, more so out of reflexive instinct than physiological need. As his brain caught up to his body, he realized that his lungs and legs weren't really burning at all, as expected, despite how hard and fast he had run.

Caeli climbed off his back, still full of mirthful laughter. She stooped down to regard him at eye level, brilliant amber eyes shimmering. "You good?"

"Whoo, that was... something. I've never run like that in my life. My legs should be on fire about now, but it's more like a 'soft glow'. I assume I have you to thank for that."

"Something I learned from Iara. I'm not nearly as talented as her with recovery magic, though. succubae are usually more takers than givers, so it's not something that comes naturally to me."

"Well, that did the trick. We lost your admiring mob. That's not going to be a problem in the future, is it?" Bent over as she was, hands on her knees, he couldn't help but let his gaze wander southward, to her massive expanse of overflowing cleavage, barely constrained by the scant remains of a sweaty, deteriorating tank top. Along with the ragged strips of fabric that could hardly be called shorts anymore, digging obscenely into her naughty crevices, her simply being naked would be somehow less lewd.

She shook her head. "That was more within my wheelhouse. When glamours aren't enough to disguise our presence, succubae have developed unique proficiencies in memory charms, as I've demonstrated for you. Not full erasure, as with that thug. That requires contact and a bit of effort. But like that delightfully forward woman earlier, my existence has been rendered nothing more than a fleeting dream to those people."

"That's why succubae are sometimes referred to as 'dream-eaters', I take it?"

"You're getting the hang of this, separating the fact from fiction."

"As I've told you, you're a great teacher."

"Hrm, is that perhaps a fantasy worth visiting, I wonder?" She pressed her body needily into his, draping her arms possessively over his shoulders, grinding her barely-clad pussy against his rapidly-stiffening cock, his own arousal impossible to hide.

As difficult as she was to resist, he managed to push her away. "Hey, stop that! You're going to cause a scene again!"

Caeli giggled sweetly, not looking the least bit concerned for her indecent state. With a mischievous smirk, she swung him aggressively, pinning his back against the heavy glass door of the building, smothering him with light kisses. Before he could mount a resistance against her amorous assault, there was a faint beep sound, and the door fell away behind him, causing him to stumble backwards into the foyer space.

She sauntered in after him, hips rolling suggestively.

"Geez, you're extra feisty today. What gives? And where are we, anyways?"

"Maybe I'm just excited that I don't have to hold back anymore. There's nothing keeping me from you, so I can let myself run wild a bit. As for where, I'm sure you can guess. Who do we know that condones and encourages our bad behavior?"

Taking in the opulent splendor of the place, he should have guessed. Polished granite tiles and tall columns, with a brilliant sparkling chandelier overhead made of polished brass and hundreds of perfect glass prisms. Aside from the modernized glass facade, there was a classic grandiosity to the space, a style wrought of the conspicuous consumption of the 80s. An older building, but very well-maintained, to suit the scrutinizing eye of its high-class residents.

"This is Elena's building, isn't it?"

"Quite the modern-day palace, wouldn't you agree?"

Benson let out a low whistle of appreciation. The luxurious atmosphere was one thing, but he still had trouble grasping the reality that he had gone from a life of dreary solitude, to enjoying the affections of these two beauties, completely out of his league. His existence had become a sort of waking dream practically overnight, and that stark shift in his world was humbling.

Caeli wrapped herself around his arm and dragged him towards the elevators. There was a certain lightness in her embrace, and an exuberant glow in her expression. Having learned her ambitions and motivations, he realized she had been in conflict with herself, torn between her responsibilities and emotional desires. But with all their hard work, those two aspects of herself had finally aligned, and any hint of her burdens had vanished.

"So, did she put you up to all of this? Somehow, this date has her touch written all over it."

"You haven't seen the half of it. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. But yes, it was her. I'm glad you introduced us. She's been a joy to watch. Her ambition and creativity is like nothing I've ever seen before. You did a wonderful job, freeing her from her shackles."

The elevator doors opened, and Caeli waved her wrist over the scanner, the security pass built into a silicon sport bracelet she was wearing, to unlock the penthouse access.

"She's not been too much trouble for you, I hope."

"Oh, she's a real handful. But one I'm all too happy to put up with." Surrounded by mirrors on all four sides of the elevator cabin, she finally had a chance to examine just how much damage had been done to her outfit, and how it squished and squeezed at her erotic body. She was flush with arousal, clearly struggling to keep her hands off herself. "The both of you alight my body and mind with passion beyond anything I've experienced. I'll gladly accept any trouble in exchange."

The elevator doors slid open, directly into Elena's penthouse suite, unveiling an awe-inspiring view of the massive rooftop terrace. The exterior walls of the condo were entirely glass, offering an almost 360 degree view of the city and landscape around.

In contrast to the grandiosity of the space, the furnishings were sparse. There seemed to have been an attempt to fill out a large lounge area, not unlike the one in the demi's abode, but the job had been left only half-complete, with large gaps in the seating around a heavy wooden coffee table. The dark leather couches that were there were of a style he recognized from a furniture catalog several years back, but they were pristine and untouched.

There was a story in those appearances, of who Elena had been as a person. Rich and spoiled on the outside, but empty and full of unrealized dreams on the inside. It wasn't lost on him just how much Caeli, and Iara, had changed his outlook that these would be the thoughts running through his head. But he was happy, because he knew that Elena was finally read to take the steps to fill those voids in her heart.

He smiled at Caeli, heart swelling with pride at the things she had helped them accomplish, simply by being her warm, welcoming self. She smiled back, her eyes gently probing at his ponderings.

Before she had a chance to ask aloud, though, came the sound of a camera shutter, and a blinding flash. The dark-colored faerie, Nightshade, hovered before them with an evil grin on her face, carrying a cell phone aloft. Elena's cell phone, he recognized, with red, faux-leather protective case.

"Eek! Hey, you get back here! Give that to me!" Nightshade stuck her tongue out and zipped around a corner. Belatedly covering her chest with an arm, Caeli grit her teeth and blushed defeatedly, before giving chase.

Before he could follow her, Lily appeared out of nowhere and dragged him off in the opposite direction.

*****

Seeing what awaited him, Benson started to pick up on the faeries' mischief. Elena's handiwork was apparent. Caeli's approach to romance came spontaneously and naturally, but Elena always seemed to have a game to play. This time she had rolled out all the stops. He imagined that the compromising photo of Caeli was her idea of payment, an attempt to see how far she could push the succubus' buttons.

For his part, Lily had led him to what must have been the guest bath. The water was already drawn, steaming away and full of suds and fragrant oils. In spite of his tastes, he had no ability to object to this spa treatment, as he found himself assaulted on both sides by two buzzing little ladies. The white blur had dragged him here, but the pink-tinged one was one he hadn't seen in some time.

In tandem, the two faeries worked to pull the clothes from his body. The shyer of the two, Rosie mostly hung around his back, but her curiosity had her examining his body from every angle in fleeting glances. Lily reacted with exasperation at her cohort's timidity, and yanked down his shorts in one swift motion. Rosie got one good look at his rising erection, and nearly fainted on the spot. Only a timely rescue from her more worldly compatriot prevented her from tumbling to the floor.

"H-hey! Alright, I'm going!" Not even waiting for Rosie to regain her senses, Lily started pushing him towards the tub.

Benson had not seen the inside of a bath since he was a child, but as he submerged himself in the foamy water, he had to admit it felt pretty good. Luxuriant and over-the-top, but good. As he began to lather himself up, Lily set to work with the shampoo, really working it in and massaging his scalp in the process.

Coming to, Rosie seemed to have her own plan of attack. Curvier, softer, her torso covered in an even layer of fuzz, she began to use her own body to scrub him down. Large for her frame, her breasts were pillowy soft, and she pushed them against him tentatively, leaving soapy trails.

The way she paused to give instructions, it was clear that Lily had put her up to this. Shy and uneasy at times, Rosie made up for her inexperience with enthusiasm. She was all over the map in her technique, and frankly, he could have washed himself more efficiently, but it was clear that speed wasn't really the aim. He allowed himself to relax, laying back in the tub to let Rosie do her thing.

Her tiny nipples grew erect under her thin layer of concealing fuzz, and they tickled at his skin in tantalizing ways. Mildly arousing, it was more so Rosie who was reaping the benefits of her ministrations. With eyes closed, her little tongue lolled out, panting in her frenzied exertions.

Caeli had called Lily a bit of a diva, and it showed through in moments like these. She'd hardly had much sexual experience with him, herself, but with an apparent know-it-all attitude, she happily chirped orders at Rosie that had her switching up her pace or approach, driving the pink faerie further over the edge. Focused on her own task, she seemed content to simply watch, rather than to join her friend in carnal ecstasy.

Honestly, the faeries were pretty cute in just how much they devoted themselves to a single task. Whether in their chores or in lovemaking, they were simply fun to be around. It was interesting to watch how they attempted and succeeded in exploits meant for much larger beings, and they didn't seem to struggle much.

At worst, he had to worry about their brazen mischief. If they got frisky, they didn't take a toll on his stamina the way Caeli and Elena did. It was easy to project childlike personalities on them due to their small stature, at less than a foot tall, but they were simply care-free. Lily had taken her time to impress on him their ability to fend for themselves. It was best to let them do their thing, than to stand in their way, he conceded.

Rested and relaxed, Benson stood from the tub. Rosie was lying on the rim, playing with herself to completion. It was still a bit jarring to find how shockingly sexual the demi all seemed to be.

Or maybe that was wrong. Maybe humans were the deviants. In straying from the magic and mana, perhaps they had lost some of that aspect in themselves. If mana was the connective bond between all living things, and that open sexuality an expression of that, had humans renounced their right to that through endless tribalism and conflict?

That musing took him further down a rabbit hole. Inner peace was always touted as the end-goal of dollar-store mysticism, but maybe such "free-thinkers" had in fact stumbled upon one of the lost mysteries of the world. If that was the case, then it was a shame that such tribalism had encroached into the realm of spirituality, forever putting the attainment of that peace out of humanity's hands.

Where had those divides begun? Even in their embrace of magic, the demi weren't immune to those Ill effects either. There was the dark history that Caeli had spoken of, but even here, in the modern era, there could still be rifts, as with the ongoing tiff between her and Xochitl. Embracing those mystic powers only seemed to delay the inevitable. What was it about chaos and entropy that made it so irresistible?

It seemed like he had been left to wander in his own head space for a bit too long again, as Lily needled him onward. That was a hazard of his relaxed mind. Especially now, that he had so many more intriguing thoughts to contemplate.

She guided him towards the vanity, handing him a towel. While he dried himself off, Rosie stirred from her drunken bliss, suddenly renewed and full of energy. Together, the two hefted an electric hairdryer. It was comical, the way they fought both the machine's weight, and its tendency to blow the tiny winged creatures back. But somehow, they managed.

Rosie took point on this task, aiming the dryer and controlling its intensity, all while holding a comb. Seemed she knew something about hair styling. The way she wore her short mop in a curly, voluminous style certainly implied more work than Lily's simple, floor-length curtain. Maybe it was something she had gained an eye for in watching her foreign soap operas, and undoubtedly the endless parade of stylists behind the scenes that kept their stars looking immaculate and ravishing.

A glint of light in the corner of his vision caught his attention, and he had a start when he realized Lily was brandishing a straight razor. With no small amount of trepidation, he surrendered his life into her hands as she lathered his face with shaving cream and gave his five o'clock shadow a trim worthy of a career barber.

When they had finished, he couldn't help but admire their handiwork. He'd always opted for simple, or rather, lazy, and was happy in his usual windblown look. But Rosie had teased something spectacular out of him, going for a sleek, wavy look that wouldn't have looked out of place on Chris Hemsworth at a red carpet gala. Of course he still had a long way to go to if he wanted to match that superheroic physique, but he surprised himself nonetheless. He stretched out his jowls, remarking just how much fresher the skin on his face felt after Lily's attentions.

What astonished him the most, though, were his eyes. He'd been looking back at himself through dull and wearied lenses for so long, that the bright and excited, earthy orbs that regarded him now seemed like they belonged to an entirely different person. He looked... happy. Something practically unthinkable just a few short weeks ago.

Rosie nodded in appreciation, and Lily mockingly swooned in an exaggerated manner. She batted her eyelashes furiously and made kissy faces, but in her mannerisms, it was clear she was speaking for Caeli, which caused him to blush. Just what had they all planned for this date? He'd simply been expecting a casual get-together, a chance to catch up after the week's happenings, but this was all far and away a step beyond that.

No sooner had that thought left his head, when there came a knock at the door, and Nightshade came in, wheeling in a clothing rack, where hung an expensive-looking three-piece suit. He didn't really have a full grasp of her personality yet , but she sized him up appreciatively as Lily pulled the towel from his hands, leaving him exposed again.

He didn't need to wait for the faeries' permission to get dressed. Crisply pressed white silk shirt, a flattering deep blue jacket, with matching slacks. Glossy leather dress shoes. No tie, though, it would look too stuffy and formal. He marveled at the clothing's fit. Expertly tailored, he wondered who had taken his measurements, and when. It must have been recently, as there was no looseness about his waist. A pair of cuff-links finished the ensemble, something he'd never worn before in his life, taking him a minute to figure out.

Checking himself in the mirror again to make sure he'd gotten everything right, he couldn't believe his eyes. Youthful and handsome, dashing and debonair, he almost didn't recognize the man staring back at him. He'd been given the full Disney pampering, prepared to sweep the princess off her feet.

Princess. That was an odd feeling. Not used to such grand, romantic gestures, that concept seemed foreign. But it felt right. Stranger still was the fact that he was being groomed to romance a succubus, an unprecedented mistress of sex and seduction, that such gestures would have seemed at the face of it wholly superfluous.

Everything about his recent experiences, thought, had taught him disregard those ingrained instincts. As she had made clear, repeatedly, it was a mistake to go on those first impressions alone. Sweeping those preconceptions aside, his life really had become something of a fairy tale, and he was ready to take his next step into it.

*****

The trio left Benson outside a wide pair of double doors, presumably belonging to the master bedroom. Knowing what they had done for him, he realized he was eagerly anticipating whatever it was Caeli had in store.

Just as he was deciding whether to knock or not, the doors swung open dramatically.

The vision of beauty standing before him was enough to pull the soul out of his body. His breath stilled, and his heart leapt into his throat.

With slow, deliberate strides, lean legs carried her forward, feet adorned in delicate, strappy heels. With masterful poise, she glided elegantly, the train of her stunning evening gown trailing behind her in a shimmering wave.

The daring dress she wore was less sewn, than poured over her luscious body. The thinnest possible straps held it in place over her shoulders, in sparkling chains of silver. Concealing almost nothing, the airy, semi-translucent white fabric of the gown hung from the pointed peaks of her miraculously buoyant bosom, and cascaded downwards.

From the massive expanse of bare flesh at her sides, he could tell that the dress was backless in her preferred style, with only more loops of the light, silvery chain giving it some form, gathering the material up under her bust so as not to obscure any of her spectacular curves.

The cloth didn't begin to circle her body until it reached the widest point of her hips, leaving most of her curvaceous rear bare, before spilling all the way to the floor in the back. Closer to mid-shin length in front, a dramatic slit up the right side climbed all the way up the inside of her thigh, flashing the full length of immaculately-toned leg and even further beyond. A mere inch or so of fabric was all that prevented her bare mound from sliding into view. Another loop of weighted chain about her waist served as a belt, and held the material tightly against the V of her crotch, just barely keeping her on the side of decent.