He accepted

It was hard to think with this lustful aura clouding his mind. All he wished to do was to fuck her... somehow. She was much larger, but it wouldn't stop him. What exactly was there for him in the human world anyway? His mother, the queen, is dead; someone will surely question him on how. He didn't have much other family to come back to; no children or wife. Heck, he didn't even know how long he has been gone; who knows who has taken over, and how happy would they be if he suddenly reappeared? Not very most likely. The prospect of staying here began to not sound so bad to Esau. His twitching cock brought him back to reality.

"I'll..."

He was barely able to let a word out before Naamah interrupted him. "You'll stay? I knew you would! I can see your cock is very eager on the idea!" She then picked him up lightning fast and kissed him; her lips practically smothered his entire body, and left him a little wet. However, they felt very soft and nice, and turned him on so much more.

Without asking his say so, she splayed her legs even wider until they were practically lying on the arm rests, and plunged Esau's entire body into the folds of her femeninity. Esau suddenly found himself in a flooded passage of velvet soft walls. The walls of the passage flexed and relaxed as if she were contracting, but were otherwise so tight that he barely had enough space to turn. Upon the walls were little hands that stroked his body and guided him along deeper, until he reached an opening. He plopped out into this "chamber", the exit he came out of disappearing into nothing. It was a furnished room strangely enough. There was some light, but it was a shadowy, dim light, a light that set the mood; and the mood was romance and sex. In the centre of this strange room sat a large round bed, about a foot high, surrounded by a veils of light purple and pink silk. Through these veils he saw a shadowy figure, backlit by a low light, sitting, stretching, tempting him with provocative poses. Whoever it was they were moaning seductively, whispering "come closer, come closer" into his mind with a giggling but sexy-rough woman's voice.

"Don't you want to see me? Come closer."

Esau instinctively walked towards the figure, pushing the veils to the side. There were many veils, more than there should be. He thought he was getting nearer and nearer, but the figure stayed the same distance away, as if the next veil would be the last one.

"My, aren't we eager? Maybe I'm behind this one, tee-hee!"

He began to tear through the veils, frantically trying to find this alluring temptress. This exertion, combined with the heavy, sexual scent in the air got on his nerves; he already gave in, he needed to fuck!

"Well alright, if you say so."

He pulled the last veil out of the way. The figure was Naamah as she looked before putting on the crown... surrounded by a half dozen other Naamah's, each one a slightly different shade of purple.

"My oh my doesn't that erect cock look like a big job. Such a big job for just one succubus like me," spoke the main Naamah with a finger innocently on her lip, the demon that was slightly larger than the rest, "so I brought some friends, I hope you don't mind."

They all giggled. They were all posturing in seductive poses so that they'd be the most noticed one. Each had a visibly different personality; one was shy, covering her nipples and privates with her hands, another more forward, flashing her tits and pussy, tempting him with a finger that motioned come-hither. There was a pair, one submissive and one dominative, who were rough housing. The dominative one was holding the submissive down by her wrists, rubbing her tits against hers and licking her cheek, all the while with both looking with lust filled eyes at Esau. Another one was wearing a masquarade mask, and was making crude gestures with her hands, hinting at what she wanted to do with his cock. The sixth seemed more classy, and her lips curled into a sadistic smirk when he met her eyes. The last one, the one that seemed the most identical to Naamah and slightly larger than the rest, seemed like the closest to her usual self. They all stared at him smiling and grinning; genuine all of them. He could feel there was no disengenuity here, these were honest smiles and grins of succubi who wanted to be here, who wanted to be with him, who wanted to... fuck him. It struck him suddenly that they were all the same demon, likely just physical images made by the real Naamah.

"Come on, sit with us," they cooed as they rubbed their hands against his body, gently guiding him down to the bed, "we're lots of fun, we promise!"

"Would you like some food or wine, maybe some music?" one of them asked.

"Pfah, he doesn't want to take it slow, he wants to fuck us already!"

"Oh, like we can't do both?" another chipped in.

"I know it's not our first time, but it is in this form. Wouldn't it be nice if for the first time in a long time we didn't fuck like a dog in heat?"

"Dog in heat, sloth in heat; either way we're in heat!" One of the succubi kissed him, plunging her tongue into Esau's mouth, her hand rubbing his aching cock through the fabric of his pants.

"Hey! I wanted to be first!"

She paused from her kissing, leaving him in a post-kiss daze. "We're all the same demon, you lemon."

Another Naamah propped him up to a sitting position, and rested his back against her heavy chest, and began brushing his hair with her soft hands. The forward one continued to kiss him, rubbing her crotch against his belly, the tip of his cock poking against the bottom of her tail. A third and fourth began to fight over who would pleasure his cock. One ripped his pants off and grabbed his shaft and began to lick it with her long red tongue, her saliva slightly but pleasantly burning his skin. Not to be outdone, the other also began to slobber it, and they rhythmically took turns to glide their tongues up and down on the sides. One suddenly forged ahead and envelloped his tip with her plump lips, taking it into her cheeck. The other, taking offence at this, grabbed her by the hair and began pushing her down to swallow it all. She gagged and spluttered as the shaft reached down her throat and the balls hit her chin, but did not struggle or stop pleasuring him, as to not offend Esau. He groaned in pleasure. The Naamah that was kissing him slid off his front and lied next to him, cuddling him and guiding his hand to rub her crotch so that he could pleasure her and so that she could feed him fruit and pour him wine, giving him view of the show that the remaining Naamah's were putting on on the stage that suddenly appeared before the bed.