Go With Them

He knew he shouldn't. He knew it was a terrible idea to go with these women, to follow them to their evil lair and let them do whatever it was they wanted to him. But by god were they hot. The first was delicious, a full and buxom beauty, whose tits he wanted to maul, and whose face he would love to see twisted in pleasure.

The other seemed to be a legitimate shapeshifter, having grown from a small child to a grown young adult in a few seconds, and who he could barely look at without his dick twitching to be released unto her.

In the competition between his brain and his dick, his dick was the clear winner.

He followed the two of them back through the streets, their swaying hips and rumps arranged alongside each other just before him the entire way, his eyes swinging like pendulums between the two.

Soon, he was ushered into a small inconspicuous inn, and up the stairs into a rented private room. He found himself seated on the side of a bed while the two women flitted about the room, tidying and clearing, or otherwise occupying themselves about the room. Were they intentionally teasing him now? He'd given in and followed them home, and now they chose to blue balls him?

The one of the two that he had believed to be the mother vanished downstairs for just a moment, and returned with a small plate with something on it, wrapped in clingfilm to preserve it, but also making what it was unclear for him. She laid it down on a table across the room, and gave the other woman a small kiss on the forehead as she shrank down to her childish form and sat at the table to eat, before coming over to sit next to him.

"So what happens now?" He asked, unclear on what he was supposed to do, as well as why he was still untouched at the moment.

"My dear had a good time tonight, and filled herself up quite well, but after all that she needed a little palette cleanser if she's going to perform well. She's been dealing with normal men like you all night."

"But what about you? Who are you? Are you a Succubus like her?"

The woman blinked at him, and his heart stuttered in time with the flicking of her eye lashes. "Oh. I'm being rude aren't I? I am Reika Rikudou, and I am a whore." That made sense. Succubi pretending to be prostitutes would be a fine way of getting victims to drain dry. "But my darling is no succubus. She's my angel."

"She's got magic! She changed age, and she clearly has been fucking guys to ****!"

"She's a servant, and I can't supply her with the mana she needs, that's what she told me. So she drinks the souls of people to sustain herself instead. She could just eat them straight off, but my darling is nice, she brings the pleasure before she snuffs out their sparks."

"That's nice to you?! She's going around killing people." Now that wouldn't normally be a case for concern for him, people died all the time, and there were 7 billion people on the planet, they had plenty to spare. But in this case it was David's own life that was being threatened, him that was about to be killed. Which made it all the more perplexing why he was still here!?!

He looked again at the size of the tits on the woman sat beside him. Oh yeah. That was why.

Well if he was going to die anyway. He reached out to the whore, and grabbed a hold of her tits roughly, filling his hands with as much of the bodacious breast flesh as he could. He groped them harshly for a moment, and when he received no response at all from the woman, he diverted his hands up to the zipper on her outfit, and quickly dragged it down, letting her dress fall down from her breasts to pool around her waist, while her large tits were revealed to the open air.

His hands snapped back to her breasts before anyone had time to blink, the humongous orbs were squishy, and easily mouldable underneath his groping hands, something he exploited with great vigour. He moved onto her lap while he was busy with her chests, and leaned into her, forcing her to fall back over onto the bed properly, leaving her perky tits standing up straight into the open air.

He leaned forwards, taking her left tit straight into his mouth, and immediately beginning to suckle strongly on the ripe teat, sucking away with the **** of a vacuum, desperately devouring her breast as if he could drink it. His hands were not still while he was doing this, his hand dancing over her free tit, playing it like a piano as his fingers twisted it into many erotic shapes. But he had another hand free, one which slipped underneath her body and began to grope at her ass cheeks, each of them more than large enough to over flow his hand, and he squeezed down hard on the jiggly flesh, just as yielding as that of her tits.

In an attempt to draw some kind of reaction from the woman, he bit down hard on the tit in his mouth. Almost immediately she let out a low keening cry of pain, and a moment later he was being seized from behind and physically lifted up and off of the woman by the neck, like he was a kitten being lifted up by the scruff by his mother.

Reika's Angel stared back at him, her form once again in her fully aged up appearance, her eyes disapproving. "Mama doesn't like pain. Besides." She said, her purple outfit disappearing into motes of light. "Wasn't it me that you came here for? The sooner you have your fill, the sooner I get to feast, and I give you my word as Goddess of Sex, when I quaff your soul, you won't regret a second of it."

He blinked at her. Goddess? "Wait, isn't it normal for Goddesses to be blushing virgins?" He'd read about that one time. Artemis and Athena, both goddesses who had never fucked anyone in their lives, despite their omnipotent power. Maybe it wasn't the largest sample size, but he never claimed to be well read.

The goddess' posture changed. Her confidence left her, and her entire body sagged a little, before she stood up even straighter, though this time it was from being tense rather than being composed. "You dare-. You're not supposed to-. Don't you know that-" She tried to say something several times, but each time she was overtaken by a crimson flush, and was **** to slam her mouth shut, before trying again. Finally she fumed in place and tossed him back onto the bed, Reika having stood up and moved over to clean the girl's empty plate.

"Ugghh!" She cried, before pointing at him acqusingly. "How do you know that? I'm a goddess of sex, I'm supposed to be the best at it. No one ever figures it out, so how did you!?!"

"Well I just thought that was normal."

"It is! It is completely normal for goddesses to be virgins. But I'm a goddess of sex!"

Something about that niggled at him, she'd clearly responded to him calling her out for being a virgin, but it had seemed just a little unatural. There was something he was missing going on. That quick change, her use of the word normal. It wouldn't stand out to him usually, but he'd used it, then she had, both here and in the street. The same exact word, and each time she'd changed after he'd said it.

"Alright. And If I said it was also normal for Goddesses of Sex to become the permanent slaves of whoever it was the deflowered them, what would you say?"

"W-well yes, that is also normal. B-but you don't really want to fuck me do you? After all, I'll suck out your soul, and then where would you be?"

"Do you have to suck out my soul if we have sex, or is it something you choose to do?"

"Something I choose." She responded after a moment. "Technically I don't even need to fuck you to do it, I just need to drink some of your fluids. Semen, Blood, Saliva, it all works." She almost mumbled her words as she spilled some information she likely would rather had been kept secret."

"And given that you have invited me over to your home, into your own bed, just so I can fuck you, wouldn't it be normal for you to not suck my soul out and kill me? Wouldn't it be normal for you to want me to survive, to want me to become your owner. Isn't that the only reason you would bring me back here?"

The self proclaimed goddess brought her hands together, and began to twiddle her fingers together nervously, while she suddenly found herself unable to look him in the eye. "It might be." She murmmered.

"One last question." He said, confidence swelling in him as he realised the power he seemed to wield, which apparently outmatched even a god. "If I were to pull you down onto this bed right now, and **** the living daylights out of you, wouldn't it be completely normal for you to not do anything to try and stop me?"

"Yes." She squeaked out, like the mewling of a week old kitten.

Perfect.