Nowhere But Up Ch. 01

They'd indulged in naughty talk and dirty games, of course, both before and after their wedding. Yet it never got out of hand. Now, as Evan relentlessly took and enjoyed her, possessive emotions and words filled his heart and head, some of them degrading before but now sounding like high praise, and each coinciding with a new whimper from Nicole as if she read them in his mind: Slut. Lover. Pornstar. Beauty. Fucktoy. Wife. Whore.

Mine.

Nicole's entire body shuddered as she fell into orgasm, coming hard and wordlessly begging Evan not to stop. He couldn't even consider such an awful thing, not with his own climax rumbling through his groin as Nicole came harder and harder. She coaxed his finish out of him, still coming helplessly herself as his cock blasted into her. His eyes fluttered open in that first spasm, in time to see her own open and tell him in no uncertain terms that she felt the rush inside her as he let loose.

He felt the spasms all through his groin and beyond, until even his shoulders and arms trembled and his legs felt like they might give out. Nicole came until he stopped, too, treating them both to the orgasm of their lives. Even the immediate afterglow was more blissful than any they'd experienced together.

"Thank you," she sniffed, kissing his neck and clinging to him weakly. "Thank you."

He held her possessively. He stayed buried in her, too. He wasn't done yet. He needed to do more. Much more. She stayed wet for him, too, and even seemed to coax him a bit with her hips when he stirred. Before now, they'd always needed at least a break. Now she wanted more, and he could give it. He picked his head off the pillow, looked at her, and shared with his wife a naughty, intimate grin.

He felt things from her. More than physical sensations. He felt her emotions, vaguely and without easy words but no less sincere than his own. This, too, he realized, was their contract at work. This was the formation of the bond.

She couldn't lie to him. Couldn't resist him. Her love, loyalty, her honesty and her devotion to his pleasure weren't promises. They were facts. She'd always loved him, he knew, but now he could feel his way deeper into that, and he felt those new desires and passions within her. He fell in love with her all over again, only this time, he did so in the deeply possessive way she now wanted.

"Mine," he told her.

"Yours," she agreed. A glint appeared in her eye. "Prove it. Use me." Their hips moved again, joining together in an indulgent rhythm as they resumed fucking. Once more, pleasure filled her voice. "I know I'm your wife. Prove I'm your fucking whore."

Evan rose up this time, claiming her hips with his hands and picking up the pace. Mixed fluids between them and inside her made lewd noises and a wet mess as their groins slapped together, but that only deepened their lust and illustrated their lack of inhibitions. He kept his eyes open this time to watch her breasts move and her mouth open in a round sign of bliss as he ravished her sex again.

Again, her orgasm preceded his. He kept fucking until his built, then thrust into her a few more times to release more of his semen into her. This time, though, he pulled out while still coming, quickly making even more of a mess of her bush and, with a few more powerful spurts, the rest of her sweat-slick body.

Nicole more than surrendered. She took his cock in her hands and kept pumping him out all over her belly, her chest, and her crotch. Her strokes continued after he finished, as did her hot, loving stare. With her other hand, she slid her fingers through his semen and then brought it to her lips. Her smile widened at the taste. "Mmh, wow," she cooed, "talk about sweet revenge."

He smiled broadly, almost blushing but he was already somewhat flushed. His eyes drifted from her, only for a moment, but then rested on the other stunning beauty in the room. One side of her mouth spread out in a taunting grin. Evan looked back to his wife underneath him and found the same.

He no longer doubted what Nicole wanted.

Evan leaned back, gesturing for Madelyne to join him on the bed. Madelyne came onto the bed on her knees, still covered in her silken robe. His wife slipped out of the way, careful not to spread the mess on her body over the sheets. He noticed as she brought more of his fluid to her mouth, even when she didn't know he was looking, plainly savoring the taste for more than just a show for his benefit. He grinned at that, but then he had other matters on his mind.

He rolled onto his back, watching as Madelyne crawled over to him. She looked on him with undisguised lust and desire as he settled in. The gorgeous brunette moved between his legs. "May I, master?" she asked.

He wasn't entirely sure of the slickest thing to say, but he went with his instinct: "Serve me."

Madelyne slipped her robe open and off slowly for his benefit. She was somewhat smaller and curvier than Nicole, her skin a little darker but every bit as flawless. Her round, perfect breasts seemed larger, but they may only have been bigger on her smaller frame. The strip of hair between her legs was thinner than his wife's and just as enticing. She was the most beautiful, sexually alluring woman he'd ever seen...just like his wife.

Already on her knees, Madelyne sank to her elbows to take up her position. Her eyes never left his as her fingers encircled his cock and brought it to her lips. "This is also a marriage," she vowed in a sultry voice before she welcomed her into her mouth.

He moaned with pleasure as her lips and tongue slid all the way down along his long shaft. As before, his new size was no particular trouble. Evan's body went weak as so much pleasure enveloped his sensitive cock. Madelyne went down on him with masterful skill, passion, and no shame at all. Sometimes he saw her eyes looking back at his. Other times he saw her face fully turned into her sensuous work. He didn't know which made it better.

Fully enraptured, Evan lost track of time under Madelyne's service. The only break came when Nicole slid up against him, pressing her body against his side and indulging him in a long, deep kiss. He let out a groan as he realized he was about to come again. "Never hold back," Nicole counseled him, and then kissed him again until he let go into Madelyne's mouth. The brunette never let up on him, either, working him as he trembled and moaned into Nicole's kiss and shot down his new lover's throat.

She kept him in her mouth after he finished. Nicole broke off, letting him breathe. Evan shook, unable to move under all this pleasure, and also because he found himself exploring his partner's feelings once again. Madelyne was as honest as Nicole now, and as loyal. He knew that. They'd finished the bond here in this first coupling. He'd made her come, too. He'd done hardly anything to reciprocate, but the act of servicing him gave her more than enough in return. She simply came quieter than Nicole or Evan.

He trembled as he sympathized with her joy. For all Madelyne's cool sensuality, she was ecstatic. She adored him now that she'd bonded with him. The affection was real. As she'd expected, he was already kinder and warmer than her previous master. She knew he cared about her, now more than ever, looked forward to serving him more and enjoying him, and exploring his...

...and he realized she, too, could feel things through this bond. Could Nicole? So much interest. So much affection. Not love, exactly. Not yet.

"Nicole," he breathed. His eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling while his emotions still mingled with Madelyne's. The brunette kept pleasuring him with her mouth.

"Yes, baby?"

"I think...I think this is more than just sex," he confessed. "I don't—"

"Sshhh," Nicole counseled, kissing him again. "Whatever feels good. No conditions from me."

"But I feel so much. I might fall for her."

"Then fall for her," Nicole said. "She won't be the only one." He blinked, still captive under Madelyne's mouth and touch but able to look at his wife's eyes. He saw her smile. He realized that confessing this only made her feel better, and he remembered her explanation of the pleasures of the contract. "Of course you feel things. Sex is emotional. I'm not afraid. Be as vulnerable as you want. You're the master now. Always put your pleasure first. That's how this works for all of us."

He knew his orgasm sent Madelyne into heaven. He laid still, blissfully pumping into her and thrilling to her total submission, so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he barely knew how good it was for his servant, but the awareness was there.

He still wanted more when Madelyne finished, but not just her mouth. He needed her. Their eyes met again, and the older woman needed no other cues. She gave his cock one last savoring suck before releasing it, then crawled over him to slide her pussy along the length of his shaft and settle in for a kiss on his mouth. He didn't taste himself at all. Magic, he figured.

"Own me now," she whispered as she slid back down on his cock, taking him inside her at much the same slow, indulgent pace as his first penetrations of Nicole. Evan's hands slipped around her hips to her broad ass in a soft but territorial grip. She rocked back onto his groin, impaling herself on his cock to their mutual pleasure, and then began a long ride toward shared climax while treating him to the full view of her beauty. As before, he felt the same depths of desire, and the same willing submission. She invited him to revel in his power over her just as she enjoyed her surrender.

Nicole curled up beside her husband, stroking him affectionately as he enjoyed his first fuck with another woman in her full view. "Only the beginning, love," she whispered into his ear. "Only the beginning."

* * *

"I never felt so much before," said Madelyne, lounging naked against Evan's left side. Her hand roamed his body. "I knew the contract revealed things, but only in one direction," she explained softly, already wanting to avoid certain names. "This is different. So much more. It must be your humanity at work. You aren't a demon. Your emotions are easier to reach. You may be more sensitive, too."

"Mm-hmm," agreed Nicole, though her mouth was full. Curled up on Evan's right, her head bobbed up and down slowly at his groin. She wasn't trying to get him off. She only wanted to make him feel good. As if he didn't feel unbelievably good already. "I felt it the second time," she explained as she sat back up and then laid against his other side. "Then it faded a bit."

"Probably an adjustment period," Madelyne considered. "We're all a little overwhelmed right now."

"Will that always happen?" asked Evan.

"I don't think so," said Madelyne. "First time bonding might always go deep. After that, it'll probably depend on the moment. Sometimes sex is just sex. Sometimes it will be more. I imagine it depends on the situation. But now you know it can happen. You can feel things through the bonds. It'll be interesting to see exactly what."

"It's awesome," said Evan. He held them close, loving their naked, statuesque bodies against his. He knew it was partly ego, but they seemed interested in stroking that, too. "I hope we get that again, but even if we don't, sharing was amazing. Thank you."

"Thank you," Madelyne replied with a sultry note. "I'm already more than pleased for our future."

At that, Nicole stirred again against Evan, lying partly on his chest to look in his eyes. "Speaking of the future," she said. "No rush. Everything's up to you. But like I said, the others are waiting."

"Right. The others." Evan stirred. The two women slid off of him so he could sit upright against the headboard, propped up against its plentiful pillows. He could have so many women on this bed with him, he realized, but the naked pair that sat up to face him—in model-perfect poses, without even consciously trying, no less—each seemed like more than anyone could ask for, but here they were talking about more to come. "Is there a clock on that?"

"More like a calendar with plenty of room," said Madelyne. "You may take your time. There is no need to race. Fading happens over time. You don't need to rush, but it's good to remember the world still turns. People have lives outside of this house. Jobs, friends, even family. It made them more attractive as servants."

"Why?" Evan asked. "I mean, I'm glad they aren't drones, but what was Ted after?"

"Power," she shrugged. "He was all about lust and power and how the two intermingle. Sex as power, power leading to sex, the allure of power. He always wanted more wealth and power, particularly when it had any kind of sexual bent."

"Huh. I guess that explains his fashion company, right? They put out pretty sexy stuff." He turned to his wife. "Do you still work there?"

"I'm still on the books, but I haven't done actual work for them in a year. Mostly I've been doing 'work' for Ted. I was the new toy. And the new whore," she shrugged.

Evan shook his head. "I'm not going to be upset about whatever happened before. Especially now. You don't have to apologize or hide anything. Don't worry about what I might find out."

Her guilty look didn't quite go away, though now it became mixed with humor. "Okay, but I fucked a lot of guys," she teased.

Evan couldn't help but laugh. He'd never been big on jealousy before, but given their new bonds, he couldn't possibly feel insecure now. "No slut-shaming," he said. "Besides, I'm about to become a huge slut now myself, right?"

"Become?" Nicole joked. "Listen, remember who belongs to whom now. I'll still find other people attractive, but the bond means denying a guy out of loyalty is a way better rush than anything I could get from cheating. You set the terms. I'll obey. I'll want to obey."

Evan rolled his eyes, though he grinned, too. "This relationship keeps getting more and more one-sided."

"Says you. I mean maybe if we didn't have all this magic going on, sure, but we do. Like I said, it always finds my price. I feel completely compensated."

"Good to know." Evan smiled, kissed her lightly. "Sounds like we should get a move on with the rest of this, though. What do we do first? Any way to handle this?"

"It's worth discussing ahead of time," said Madelyne. "If only so you feel prepared. Also, you should know about the complications."

"What complications? Who are the others? Are they more like Nicole? Other peoples' spouses or whatever?"

"Some are married, yes, but that's hardly a complication to us," Madelyne said. "The concern is that not all of the succubi and incubi are here. As I said the night you came here, that was only the Tuesday night crowd. That was casual. A couple of his favorites are here, but this house sees a constant drift to keep playmates available.

"Ted had a wide variety of servants, and I've never met them all. Most had some value to him beyond sexual pleasure. Many walks of life, from Hollywood to business to considerable criminal connections. Even I don't know all the details. I know he could connect to prey in dreams and arrange contracts that way, too—full consent, but only subconscious memory and understanding. They didn't even necessarily know what they were. And, in turn, almost every succubus and incubus had other useful people wrapped around their fingers."

Evan listened. His brow knit together in grave curiosity. "Madelyne, how many contracts are we talking about here?"

Madelyne slipped away, treating Evan to a great view of her naked ass as she moved to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. He glanced at Nicole, whose expression said everything as she, too, watched the brunette move. It wasn't as if her transformation had turned her bisexual. She'd been that way all along. "Have you hit that yet?" he whispered.

"Couple times," she answered as they moved to follow the other woman. "Only under supervision."

"I think we can drop that restriction," Evan shrugged. "Go nuts."

Nicole's face lit up with excitement and gratitude, but Madelyne cut that short with an innocent question: "Did you say something?"

"Hm? Nothing," they both answered.

In between the bedroom and the huge bathroom lay a pair of walk-in closets to either side. Madelyne led the couple into one of them, where Evan saw lots of hanging suits and other clothes.

"So here's the complication," explained Madelyne. "During the fight, you wrecked both Ted's phone and his computer. We can handle the property and financial records. If there's one thing we can do, it's work the system. But I don't think we can get into his email or his phone contacts. He had all that tightly guarded. A very modern demon, I guess. Point being, I don't have contact information for everyone. And I can't identify every contract. You may need to go looking for some of his...your servants."

The brunette reached for a rack of shoes and swung it aside like a doorway, revealing a false back and a wall safe level with her hip. She dialed in the combination, then looked back to Evan and Nicole before she opened it and stepped aside. They saw some stacks of cash, a couple of small jewelry boxes, a few manila envelopes...and tall stacks of parchment.

"These are your contracts," said Madelyne, gesturing to the stacks.

Evan's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

Nicole slipped up around him, affectionately pressing her naked body against his side. She, too, was surprised. "Wow. That looks like a full-time job for you."