“What did you mean by “Goddess?””

Tiffie’s eyes lit up while her tail returned to Simon’s wrist. She pulled his hand away from his mouth and fed him another bite from the taco as she excitedly bounced in his lap and inadvertently tormented his erection.

“Well, Milana isn’t technically a goddess, but she’s practically one!! She was the biggest and deadliest arch-demoness under the Demon King in the Old World! She defected away from him right before he was killed, and other demons like us have been trying to get away from the last remnants of the Demon King’s forces just like her! Plus, she is SO sexy! I only saw her once in the Old World but her body, her aura…EVERYTHING about her just oozes sexuality and lust…”

As Tiffie shivered with desire on Simon’s lap, he moaned again as the imp’s excited movements **** him to lift the light imp up off of his lap. In turn, his eyes took a closer look at her leather undergarment and finally realized the imp was actually wearing a chastity belt under her plaid skirt. Tiffie playfully wiggled her hips as her demonic tail reached for Simon’s crotch.

“I have to wear this when I’m not feeding, but don’t worry. I still have one hole that’s not locked up.”

Tiffie slowly ran her tongue over her lips, leaving the outside of her mouth glistening with saliva. While the spade tip of her tail instantly worked Simon’s cock into its full and uncomfortable length inside of his jeans, an exasperated Morrie hung her face in her palm while Gretta chastised the lewd imp.

“That’s not going to work how you think it will, Tiffie. Blair told me Miss Asmodaugh had a chastity spell planned for him.”

Tiffie’s tail immediately froze. Her tongue retreated into her mouth as her pink eyes stared at Simon. He nodded to her as he set her down on the floor next to him on his right.

“I…uh…Miss Asmodaugh put a spell on me, so I can only cum during my…”feeding” sessions.”

Tiffie continued to stare back at Simon as her smile faded and her voice took on a serious tone.

“Did you sign a contract?”

Simon silently nodded as he watched the last of Tiffie’s previously happy and cheery demeanor vanish into an angry glare. Her face turned more and more red as she yelled at Simon.

“Why the FUCK would sign an infernal contract?? And WHY in the EVER LOVING FUCK would you sign one with Miss Asmodaugh!! She was the right hand to a FUCKING ARCHDEVIL!!! Did you REALLY think she wouldn’t FUCKING SCMMMM!! HMMM!!!”

Simon suddenly saw a long, green, and oozy tentacle appear in front of his face and plunge itself into the mouth of the ranting Tiffie. His eyes slowly turned to his left where he saw the tentacle was in fact one of Gretta’s arms stretching out to shut up the imp. With Tiffie’s muffled yelling now being directed towards the slime girl, the imp’s hands tried to pull the tentacle out of her mouth only for the green slime to absorb the prying hands. With Tiffie fuming, Gretta patted Simon’s shoulder with her other hand

“Don’t mind her. She’ll wear herself out soon enough. It was a pleasure to meet you Simon. Come along now Tiffie.”

Simon silently watched as the tables were turned on Tiffie and the imp was now the one being dragged behind someone else. As Gretta pulled Tiffie along, he couldn’t help but look over the retreating slime girl. She certainly didn’t look like a typical demon, but Hannah did mention in his interview he would be “working” with demons. His thoughts were answered when he turned to Morrie still silently sitting at the opposite end of the table eating her pizza.

“Is she…”

“No. She’s cursed and needs sperm to live.”

“Damn…”

Simon didn’t know how else to respond as the blue-haired and reserved imp finished her pizza.

“The Demon King and his armies did a LOT of bad in the Old World. When my sister and I wanted to turn, most people didn’t give us a chance, and I don’t blame them. We thankfully found a traveler who helped us get in contact with the AWIO and come here, but it still hasn’t been easy.”

Morrie wiped her hands on a napkin as she continued

“I’m sorry about my sister. If imps can’t feed off of cum during sex, then one orgasm will cause most of us to pass out. However…”

With a flap of her wings, Morrie flew up out of her chair and over the table towards Simon. His eyes grew wide at the first sight of her lower half. Her short black skirt barely covered her black leather chastity belt. She also had a long, spade-tipped black reaching out from under her skirt, and her legs were clad in blue thigh high fishnet stockings against black converse shoes on her feet.

With Simon distracted by Morrie’s legs, he didn’t realize what the three foot tall imp was doing until she flew behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her fingers slowly caressed his chest over his shirt as her blue lips whispered right next to his left ear.

“Perverted sluts like me LOVE it. Falling asleep from an orgasm only to wake up with fingers, or a toy, or a nice hard cock inside of me, pounding me, pushing me to cum again when I’m too weak to resist or do anything except enjoy the ride…”

Simon’s body shook as he tried to put all of his focus into not climaxing. He wanted more than anything to not only orgasm, but to finally release his built up cum which wasn’t going to happen thanks to the infernal spell on him. Unfortunately, even if he could cum, he certainly did NOT want to cum in the cafeteria for everyone to see. With his brain failing to form words, his mouth hung open as Morrie sadistically giggled with her lips still against his ear.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Morrie finally retreated away from Simon to grab her dining tray. She threw him a wink before flying away. Simon turned and watched her fly away until he saw that everyone in the cafeteria was indeed staring at him. With his cheeks blushing and burning in embarrassment, he left his tray and the rest of his tacos on the table as he stood up and ran out of the cafeteria.

Simon didn’t stop running until he slammed the door to his room closed behind him. He leaned back against the door and with his pants and boxers dropping down to his ankles, he reached for his **** cock. His hand started furiously jerking, and his mind raced with lewd thoughts of Morrie and Tiffie, of Gretta and Hannah, Miss Asmodaugh, Blair, the orc security guard…Each of them was fully naked in his mind and awaiting turns, eager to get railed by Simon.

After only 30 seconds, a moan erupted out of Simon’s mouth as the infernal rune returned on his skin. His legs shook as his climax washed over his body and when his long orgasm finally began to recede, he slowly slid down until he was left sitting on the floor. With his head still resting against the door, Simon’s chest slowly rose and fell as he took in deep breaths and he felt his cock was already begging for another release.

He needed to find something to help him get through the night.