Succubus Master Pt. 13

"Well, Pack Master, are you up to mate with this bitch in heat?" Rayna growled, trying to mimic Azura's unique speech pattern. It wasn't all that close, but I didn't think that was the point. The point was to get my own inner beast roaring and ready to plunge my cock into her needy snatch. I was just about to do that when Azura dragged my attention back towards her.

"Pack Master!" she yipped in excitement, as she'd finally, fully emerged from the fog and could see me clearly. Then her gaze quickly flashed towards Rayna. "Pack Sister."

"Oh, sorry Azura," Rayna quickly morphed back into her old self, then back in her Azura like form. "I just wanted the Master here to know that we can make any of his fantasies come true."

"Oh, is Pack Master ready to mate with us?" Azura asked giddily.

"I don't know! Let's see."

Rayna pushed me over until I was flat on my back. My cock stood tall, waving in the air, standing prouder than the Washington Monument.

"Yay! Pack Master is ready to mate. Pack Master is ready to mate with us!"

Just before Azura hopped right on top of me to ride me like a pogo stick, Rayna stopped her.

"Now, now," Rayna said in her haughty tone - a tone she used when she was in teacher mode. "Remember what I said about not going straight to sex. Remember?"

As she said that, I saw the look of recognition cross Azura's face; then a wave of sadness fell upon it. Even her cute doggy ears became flat at the top of her head.

"Sorry, Pack Sister."

"Oh, don't be sad," Rayna said, smiling at her. "That's why I am here: to show you the proper way to entice Master. Now, remember what I said about the simplest way to get a Master in the mood?" Azura nodded. "Good, now show us."

Before I knew it, Azura's lovely gray face came into view, and her soft, pouty lips landed on mine. She was soft at first - tender, one might say - and it felt extremely good. It felt even better when she wrapped her strong, firm hand around my cock. I couldn't help but think about Azura's greatsword - the one she'd used that had almost killed me the first time we'd met. I remembered how she'd wielded it - how'd she handled it while she'd been chasing me down and trying to kill me. I couldn't help but think that the way she'd handled her sword was the exact same way she was handling mine.

"Hmmm, good, good," Rayna cooed. "That's how you're supposed to get your Master ready. Now, share."

Azura detached her lips from mine, and they were soon replaced by Rayna's. From charcoal age to roasted cinnamon, it was a whirlwind of flavors, and they just kept on coming. Back and forth, back and forth, they traded in and out, getting me all riled up. I was so hard that I felt like I could punch a hole in a four-inch-thick steel plate, and was just about ready to ram my cock into the nearest pussy. Unfortunately, we were interrupted by someone.

"What the fuck is going on?" Liz almost shouted from the doorway.

"Oh, hey sis," I said, a little shocked by her sudden appearance. Then I looked at Rayna, then at Azura. They were both still gray, and looked like something out of an anime. Then I looked right back at Liz and waited. Will she yell? Scream? Faint? It was too late to do anything else, but I hoped all the work me and Rayna had done would pay off.

"Fuck, can't leave you alone for five minutes without one of you skanks jumping your bone," Liz mumbled out, mainly to herself.

She was wearing what she normally wore when she went to the gym, or out for a run, which was what I assumed she'd just done: t tight-fitting yoga shorts that were just a little too short, and a sports bra that clung to her chest and made her large, perky breasts stand out even more. The sports bra was the first thing to go, and she didn't stop there. "I'm going to show you," she said as she wiggled out of her yoga shorts - an item she'd probably gotten from one of her fashion sponsors - "that you don't need anybody else besides me."

"Pack Master's sister is quite mean," Azura pointed out as Liz started to crawl onto the bed naked, "but she's feisty."

"Yes, she is," Rayna chimed in, clearly loving the turn of events. She seemed quite pleased with herself, and frankly so was I. My sister wasn't freaking out, or screaming, or running away from seeing the supernatural in our own bed. That was because last night,while Liz was asleep, Rayna and I had done a little mental manipulation. With a few commands, I'd forced her to accept that anything that she'd been told in her "dream" that night, she'd accept as part of reality from then on. Rayna had taken over after that, and had played teacher - professor, more like - going over everything we thought she'd need to know about the supernatural world. We'd learned almost incidentally that dream-Liz was much less of a bitch than real-world Liz. She'd taken the commands and the lessons without any real resistance.

I still hadn't been entirely sure how well the experiment would work. I was still flying blind with most of my powers. I actually had felt a twinge of remorse that I'd been playing mad scientist - or mad wizard, I supposed - with my own sister's mind. Still, given what Rayna had discovered while dreamwalking, we'd decided the risk was worth it. Regular-Liz would've reacted really, really badly. Rayna hadn't even been able to figure out exactly why she would've freaked out so much.

"Shut up you skanks," Liz shouted, breaking me from my own thought bubble, "I'll show you Max only needs me. Ohhhh!"

She squealed as I took her and flipped her until I was on top and she was on the bottom, face down and ass up.

"Watch your mouth, you little brat," I commanded as I straddled behind her. Then I gave her tough ass a firm slap.

"Hmmm, yes Daddy," she moaned.

"Daddy?' I asked, mainly to myself, but then I looked over to Rayna, who wore a big cheshire smile.

"What did you do?"

"Oh, you know, I added a few things here and there. She acts like a spoiled princess. It's time for the princess to have a firm hand - a 'daddy' kind of hand."

"I see," I said, liking the idea of being called Daddy, especially by my bratty older sister, who at that moment looked quite small. I gave her one more slap, and an audible moaning filled the room. Then Liz's slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs materialized. She wasn't the only one it happened to, though. Similar looking cuffs appeared on both Rayna and Azura. Of course they matched their slave collars, which were golden bands with black onyx inlays. I wasn't all that surprised, given the poking around Rayna and I had done inside of Liz's mind last night. We still didn't know much about the new slave bindings, but we'd at least learned that they were part of some kind of new power, ability, or facet of one that I'd begun to unlock. Rayna was a big fan of the visual by itself, setting aside the lingering mystery of what they did and what it all meant. I had to agree; the cuffs looked very kinky and sexy on my girls. They made them look much more like true sex slaves.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in line!"

"Yes, Master."

"Yes, Pack Master."

Rayna and Azura both responded in unison, and both flanked Liz on either side. I couldn't help but admire the view. Three perfectly shaped asses were presented right in front of me, and as I stood there on my knees, I couldn't help but wonder what I'd done in my past life to wind up there at that exact moment. All three perfect asses, with three perfectly shaped, extremely wet pussies below them, slowly waved in the air, as if they were welcoming my cock-airplane down onto a landing strip. Azura's tail was even swinging back and forth like an actual flag. The question after that was: which one do I want to land on first? I looked at the clock on the nightstand, then looked right back at them. With quick mental math, I adjudged that if I wanted to meet up with Sophia on time, I had to be out of the house in less than an hour and twenty minutes.

Let's see how many times I can make them cum before time runs out, I thought to myself while a wry grin formed on my lips. Then I scooted up and plunged myself hilt- deep into my first victim.

"Hmmm! Thank you, Daddy!"

Chapter 38

"Is that it, Master?" Rayna asked while pointing to a door that said "Archive Room," and where Sophia's office was - or what we considered to be her office.

"Ah ya," I said, feeling a bit uneasy. I was a little nervous about meeting Sophia, but even more uncomfortable with all of the looks Rayna was getting. She'd chosen another one of her alluring punk-girl outfits, and hardly looked like an academic. She wore a tartan pattern crop top; the pattern was similar to those on Scottish kilts, except it was pink and black. She's also added tartan pattern pull-up sleeves on both of her arms in the same colors. Anyone able to tear their eyes away from the two massive orbs on her chest would be rewarded with the sight of an outlandishly small black mini-skirt below them. It still covered her large, round ass and delicate privates, but one stiff breeze would have given everyone a free peep show. On her legs, she wore one black stocking and garters, but the garters only went up to the mid-thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Then, to cap it all off, she wore a pair of black studded combat boots. She looked damn good in the outfit, but what put it over the top was the fact that she'd put her hair upon into two high pigtails, complete with little black bows. It gave her that perfect blend of spicy- and sweet-girl looks, and it had seemed to draw the attention of everyone we'd passed on the way to Sophia's office. She'd been getting so much attention, in fact, that I was afraid that something might happen. I had flashes of the entire football team - Brock, most of all - coming up to us and trying to pick a fight. I don't know why I had that thought, specifically, but it was enough to keep me looking over my shoulder."Master," she whispered, "is everything alright?"

"Oh, ya." I smiled at her while rubbing the back of my head. "Just making sure we weren't followed."

"Oh.' She smiled back. "Are you worried that someone might come in and ruin the fun we might have? Or..." She began to press her firm body into me. "... are you thinking that we should have some of our own fun before we meet Ms. Researcher? You know I only got one of your creamy loads, while the others got two. It's not fair to play favorites, Master."

She was referring to Liz and Azura, who we'd left back at the house. When we'd left, they'd still been on the bed with blissful expressions on their sleepy, cum-splattered faces. I'd left a message on Liz's phone to watch over Azura since I wasn't comfortable leaving my hellhound all alone. I just hoped that they would get along.

"Sorry about that," I said. "Hey, do you think that they are okay? You know, I mean... Do you think Liz is okay? You know, taking care of Azura."

"Your sister? If you are worried about Azura listening to your sister, then don't be."

She could see that I was slightly confused by that, so she clarified a few things for me.

"You see Master, there is a hierarchy amongst your slaves. Surely you didn't forget. Your dear, beloved Ella and I are on top, then your mother is next in line, and then of course your lovable hellhound. Naturally, with your sister new to the mix, she should be at the bottom, but that would not work."

"Why is that?"

"Because, Master, Azura is very submissive, and is fully invested in, shall we say, 'pack politics.' You, of course, lead her pack. You are her alpha, and she will devote herself to you until her dying day. That's what you get when you bind a fierce and loyal creature to you. She will do anything if it pleases you - even kill, if it means protecting you and your pack. That's how it goes when you are at the top of the pack. Then, after that, next in line, are your first mates, like me and Ella. Then after that, it's her Pack Master's kin, meaning your mother and sister. It doesn't matter when they came in; they will always be above Azura. She knows that, and she understands where she stands amongst them, and she is happy about it. To her, serving your mother and sister is almost like serving you. If she pleases them, then, in turn, she is pleasing you.

"That's why you have nothing to worry about," she said. "Besides..." Rayna had a wicked smile smeared right across her face - a smile that told me one of her dastardly schemes had finally come to fruition.

"I hope Liz takes full advantage of our lovable hellhound," she continued, "especially that hot tongue of hers. I've had a lot of female lovers over the years, many of which made my toes curl, but Azura could run laps around them. She is, without a doubt, the best pussy eater I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Your mother is a close second, of course."

I couldn't help but think about Azura right in between someone's legs when Rayna said all of that. It was an erotic vision that could make anyone horny, and Rayna caught on to my changing mood.

"Oh, is someone horny?" she asked, but more in a motherly tone, which somehow made it seem all the sexier. Then she proceeded to lean in and grasped the outline of my cock through my pants.

"Oh, it looks like someone needs some help relieving some of this stress. Maybe..." She decided to look around, checking to see if anybody was nearby. There didn't seem to be. Then her eyes locked on a particular door: the boys' bathroom.

"Maybe we should go in there and have a quickie. I know you used to have some wild fantasy of stealing a quickie in one of those stalls. The danger of doing it in public, the thrill of the thought of being caught... hmmm, it gets my juices flowing just thinking about it. Also..." She leaned in very close to me. Her lips were a hair's breadth away from my ear, as she whispered. "I'm not wearing any panties."

My eyes bulged out of my sockets. With a skirt so small that a gust of wind could bring it up, she'd dared to go out without wearing any form of undergarments. Rayna truly had no shame when it came to her sexuality or her love of sex. It shouldn't have surprised me since she was a demon who was built to take advantage of male lust, but I kept foolishly thinking she had some kind of a limit. I was wrong again, and Rayna wasn't done teasing me.

"You know I chose this skirt because I knew that if the mood were to strike, you could bend me over and shove that meaty cock of yours right into me without much of anything in the way. It's why miniskirts were invented: to let men know that their woman was giving them easy access. All it takes is a simple flick of the fabric. Now, Master, are you going to bend me over, flip over my skirt, and skewer my dripping wet pussy? Or maybe you'd like to fuck my tight little ass, because you haven't fucked it in a while, and it sorely misses your cock? So, are you going to, Master? Are you going to fuck me, right here, right now, where anyone might catch us? Or maybe you want to do it in your school's bathroom; that way we could live out one of your fantasies. What will it be, my sexy Master?"

She'd ended the proposal by placing a small, tender kiss on the tip of my ear. A wave of electricity raided all over me, starting from there and zipping down - and then back up, a little - to the very end of my cock. At that moment, I wanted to do it all - to take her right there in the hallway and fuck her until the demon inside of me had its fill. It didn't care that we might get caught, or who might see; it just wanted Rayna.

Just when I was about to give in to my desire, Rayna had more fun with me.

"Oh look at the time!" she said whimsically as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door. "We're running late. Better luck next time Master." My head was home to a whirlwind of emotion, lust, and a bit of frustration. Once again, I had fallen for one of Rayna's playful games. I should have seen it coming, but she knew just how to get my engine running so I didn't see the twist. So lost in my defeat, and massive blue balls, I had only one thing to say to my succubus.

"You're evil."

"I know, but that's what you love about me."

She was right; I did love that about her. It made life so much more exciting, and so much more fun. I knew one thing: with Rayna in my life, there wasn't going to be a dull moment.

"Now, come on, let's see what Sophia has found, and if we can learn anything else about that strange, hidden power of hers."

That brought my attention back to the real world. She was right: we did need to find out what Sophia had found, and more importantly, what kind of abilities she may or may not have had. I pushed away my lustful desires and opened the door to the archive room.

It was dark and dingy just like the last time, but it had more of a ripe smell to it. It wasn't a particularly bad smell, but it was more along the line of someone spending days inside a room without ever leaving it. I didn't know if that was a good sign or bad. All I did know was that that same strange demonic presence from the bookshop was there, in the room with us."Hello," I said when no one came to greet us. "Is anyone here?"

No sound came from any direction in the room. It put me on edge - Rayna, too. We slowly made our way around the tall filing cabinets and storage closets, making our way to Sophia's workstation, keeping our guard up. At first, I thought that something might have happened to her - that maybe she'd found something out about the sword that had led our priest's friends directly to her, and they'd set a trap for us. Maybe the sword had come to life and gone crazy. We were dealing with the supernatural, so nothing was off the table. With every step, my heart rate quickened. Then it went back to normal as soon as I heard the faint sound of music coming from the direction of Sophia's desk. I rounded the corner and saw she was there, perfectly fine, with her headphones on, listening to what I could only guess was grunge music, since I could faintly hear the singing of the late, great, Kurt Cobain. I remembered back in high school when I would stumble upon Janice and Ella hanging out, and they would be listening to his band's music. That sure did bring back a lot of memories, but there was no time for nostalgic moments. Not wanting to wait any longer, I slowly walked towards Sophia and tapped her on the shoulder.

"What?" She jumped up in a bit of shock. She should've been expecting us, but she'd been so engrossed in her work that she'd tuned out the outside world completely. The shock was evident on her pale face, but once she saw it was me, she reasserted her expressionless, Wednesday Addams facade.

"Oh, it's you. What took you so long? And who is that right next to you?"

Oh, well, I thought to myself. Even though it didn't bother me all that much that Sophia kept her face like that most of the time, I did wish it was easier to read her expression. Likewise with her curt manner. It's just how she was, and I understood that. I just wished she were nicer sometimes.

"Shall I assume an excess of sexual exertion has cost you a portion of your scant few brain cells?" she asked once she realized that I wasn't going to answer her question fast enough. "I hardly need to assume this... girl is one of yours."

"Oh, ah, this is Rayna, and yeah." When I got no response from her, Rayna jumped in.

"Hi, I'm Rayna, I'm Max's love slave." Rayna waved as she answered Sophia's previous question for me. That seemed to lessen the tension in the room, at least for me. That let me refocus on why we'd come in the first place.

"You said that you had something for me. What is it?"

"Yes, I do," she said, bringing out her large tote bag, "but first, payment."

"Payment?" I asked with as much confusion as a person could muster.