Scenes From The Bedroom

“Come on baby.” Lucifer patted the bed next to him with a gentle hand. “It’s bed time.”

Lucifer and Erica had been spending the night together, they’d had a nice walk around town, and he was on such good behavior Erica almost forgot he was the source of all evil in the universe. Almost. He did laugh at an old man who tripped and fell on a patch of ice. Joan didn’t need to come out once all night, but it was midnight now, and he was insisting that meant they were done.

Erica wringed , and squeezed the hem of her oversize sleep shirt, an unxexy black number that had ‘Lil Vampire’ scrawled in bloody text. “I want to sleep on the couch.” As she said this her body was pulled closer to the bed. She tried to dig her heels in to stop it, but her socks left her with little traction and she was soon pulled into bed. “Mmmm.” She whined miserably. Apparently Skylar didn’t like that idea.

Lucifer scooched over to join her. “It’s okay baby I won’t hurt you.” he said gently, and began to stroke the bangs out of her eyes. Erica groweld and went to bite his fingers. He recoiled with a laugh, snatching his digits right out of the mouth of disaster. “Oooh we got a biter.”

“You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine.”

“Come on.” Delight was in his voice. “You know you get points if you snuggle with me right? Come on, snuggle with Daddy.”

“No!” She squirmed away.

“Stop being a bad girl, be a good girl Erica.”

She whimpered. The words alone didn’t make her feel pleasure, but her body was primed. She could feel it standing on the edge, and if only he spared her a few words of praise she would have fallen over into an abyss of joy. “Good night.” She pulled the comforter over herslef, and closed her eyes, willing herself into a black sleep without this man.

“Good night baby.” She didn’t need to look at him to see the smile. Then gently, like a princess he kissed her on the cheek.

“Diaochan, Xi, Yang, Wang, what an all star team we’ve got here, I gotta say you four look much better when you’re not trapped in blocks of Ice.”

“You flatter us master.” Diaochan gives a deep bow. Even the memory of a thousand years of **** couldn’t break her stride.

Lucifer stepped aside to let them in. Having the four of them in his room was like seeing a crown with a diamond, ruby, sapphire and emerald, and being **** to choose which was the most beautiful. Of course the beauty of being the devil is that he didn’t have to choose. “I’ve been looking forward to this one. You four understand true servitude. What delights do you have planned for me tonight? Another dinner, another massage, I’m eager to see what entertainment you have planned for tonight.”

Diaochan frowned sadly. “We’ll that is unfortunate.”she shrugged and her dress fell to the floor, and her three maids did the same. “We were thinking we’d just let you fuck us until someone passes out.”

Any other man would have cum, and been turned to ash at the sight of those four naked and ready to go. Lucifer was certainly happy, and his cock sprung to attention, but he didn’t give in ti the mere promise of pleasure. “Didn’t you hear? I’m not fucking anyone until they really want it.”

“Oh yes.” Yang nodded and got to her knees.

Xi did the same. “Not until…”

Wang dropped next. “…they’re begging for it.”

Diaochan looked up at him from her knees, her hands pressed together. “Please master, please, have just one of our bodies for yourself tonight. We are yours. One woman could never be enough for a being as glorious as you. Use the four of us as you see fit.” Her eyes were so big and brown, and she almost looked like she was going to cry. They all did. And maybe they were just worried that there wasn’t a soul in the audience that liked them, and perhaps they were hoping for points to sure up their middling position in the game, but in that moment it really did seem that there greatest fear was leaving their master unsatisfied.

That’s why they were the best.

Olympias for a breif moment was the dowager empress of the world, Satan had expected she’d have a bit more of a refined palette when it came to deserts. While he sunk his spoon into a few orbs of mint gellato, she had a bowl of sour skittles she was pecking her way through. She wasn’t a very talkative woman. He’d tried several times to get something out of her, he flirted, he taunted, he tortured, but each time she gave the mildest response she could, and returned to silence. It was maddening.

The devil was not a being that could survive on his own. Whether it was pain or pleasure, he fed off the energy of those around him. The stoic silence of the woman across from him, was not pleasent. “Give me a reason to root for you.”

She lapped at a skittle, like a cat licking a grahmn cracker. “What on Earth do you mean?”

“I can’t fathom why any man would ever want to marry you. You stoic bitch.”

“Well, my father owned a kingdom.” She said cooly, neither harmed, nor worried about his statement.

“Well you’re not a child bride any more Olympias. Now you’re a big girl, and you’ve got nothing to give me but your body, and mind, and frankly it’s not all that tempting.”

That mask of a face looked at him, and there wasn’t an emotion on an inch of it. Until her lips curled into a nasty smile. “I see.” She popped one more skittle into her mouth. Then held the silence from there.

Satan’s brow twitched. “You see? What don’t you…”

“You seem to be under the impression that this show is about finding you a harem. It is not. Not really.”

“The show’s Called Harem Hotel.”

“So the question of who’s going to be in your harem seems settled. Since there’s no out for any of the contestants, then your primary concern should be who your wife will be, not who amongst your harem you’re going to enjoy fucking the most.”

“Shouldn’t I want to fuck my own wife?”

Now her face had emotion on it, pure disdain. It was everything satan felt towards humans, directed right back at him. “Shouldn’t your wife want to fuck you? Think for a moment you small minded man. Who amaongst your jiggling giggling contestants wants to be your wife? Four of them want to kill you, Helen wants nothing to do with you, and Cleopatra wants to win to save her real love. I don’t care about the wish, I care about the power of being the queen of hell, which means I care about you. And I am the only one who cares about you, including yourself. So the true question is if you are so self loathing that you would wed yourself to a drooling puppy dog, who loves you for the treats you feed it, or a real partner. You don’t find me sexy, la di da, the show can change that, but it can’t change, not really, that I’m the only one here who doesn’t find you repulsive.”

“What the fuck are you starin’ at?” Boudica turned over in bed and glared at Lucifer. Her bimbo breasts flopped and squeezed freely in her nightie.

“What?”

She gave him a sour face. “You’ve been glued to my hip since I woke up. ‘Oh Boudica let’s have breakfast together, hey have you ever skied before, let’s clean ourselves up in the hot springs, oh look it’s time for dinner.’ I just want to sleep ya dog tiddling pervert.”

“I’ve just had the best day, I can’t look away from you.” His smile was warm. “You’re just so delightful. I’m going to miss you when you’re a blonde giggling idiot. But I guess if I keep my dick in your mouth, I can just pretend your the same swearing, slut I fell in love with.”

“What’s with all you idiots wanting to piss in my mouth?”

“… is that on the table?”

“No it’s not on the table. I’m a queen and a warrior! Not some piss swilling bimbo! I don’t care what…Ooooh!”

The clock struck midnight, and Boudica’s bodacious bimbo body betrayed her! She became flush with pleasure like a wave suddenly hitting the shore. She twitched and squinched her face up into the most adorable look of please Satan had ever seen. “There it is.”

“Oh shite shite shite.” She groaned and writhed in her bed. She clutched the silk sheets and squirmed like something was trying to get out of her. That hair, the crimson crown from which all her light shineth upon the world, flew about in waves, as her first orgasms came to end end. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” She was gasping for breath when… “Ooooh fuuuuck!”

“How many was it today? I know Olympias and I were perfectly chaste, but the wraths suddenlly can’t stop playing with themselves.”

“Mmmm.” Boudica couldn’t speak, she was too busy curling her toes in delight.

“Did you get to rub one out while I wasn’t watching? In the shower maybe?”

“Aaaah!” Boudica was crying tears of pleasure, they streamed down her freckled face.

“When they come to you like this can you tell who they belong to? Like right now, can you feel Cleopatra masturbating from the day before?”

Boudica was simply nonverbal, this train of orgasms was moving through her, and she was simply it’s tunnel. Pleasure flowed in and out of her. As one passed through she could feel the other waiting in line, like a wave on the horizon.

“Gorgeous.” Satan was entranced, in his eyes were all the stars in the sky. “So strong so defiant.” He placed his hand on her throat. “And now so helpless, can’t fight back, can’t even think…”

She grimaced, and tried to push him away, but her arms were noodles, under the **** of her punishment.

With that he grabbed her, and pulled her to him. To her shock he began to spoon her, and hold her, as her body worked it’s way through her transformation. He pressed against her, and as she squirmed he squeezed and fondled her breasts. She moaned and mewed and could feel herself almost at the end of her trial, like the last few anal bead we’re getting popped out of her sphincter.

“Isn’t this nice?” He nibbled on her ear. “I want you to be free to be an empty headed sexed up animal. So you cum, and scream, and jizz as much as you want. Empty that mind of everything but pleasure, and let me take care of you.”

At last her body came to a rest. It now only quaked with the tremors of half a dozen orgasms. Her moans slowed into whimpers, and were soon the soft snores of a lover.

——-

“Okay… okay…fuck okay, great idea.” Cleopatra moaned, her hand was fixed between her legs, an episode of Harem Hotel played on the t.v. She was laid out on the ground completely entranced, by a contestant’s ability to transform into another’s fantasy. Which basically ended up with a woman sexually assaulting herself! It was diabolical, vile, and so so so hot.

“What are we going to do with Erica hmm?” Lucifer had his feet up on the coffee table, his soda was not on a nearby coaster, and he was rummaging through a bowl of popcorn.

“Big fish first.” She moaned happily. She trained her mind on the modern woman and let her transformation guide her from there. “I personally would have like regressing her more, just a complete babbling baby, but the audience wants her to be a daddy’s girl.”

“Thank you, by the way.” He says… to you.

“Okay.” Cleopatra shuddered. “I don’t even want her to have a sexual relationship with you, but I want her to be your little mini me. A totally adoring daughter, who just admires and loves how you treat your slaves. And I want her to be a delinquent, I mean just doing bad stuff because she wants your attention. Like tying up Wang, or abusing the other girls’ traits, stuff like that. And I just want her to have this sick mommy complex with your wife. Sucking on her tits, whimpering, I just want her staaarved for their attention.”

“I love the thought of her picking on the other contestants, just for my approval. Okay, what about your buddy Helen, huh?”

“Oh do I want her to be the cuck or the school slut? I just don’t know! She’s so hot, it seems a shame to not have her fuck everyone. I kind of want her to be the harem’s pet. You know? Just a giggling little toy, we can use whenever we want, she’s down to fuck whenever, then when someone else comes around we can throw her away, and she’ll just stay their feeling so horned up and ****.”

“I think you’re going easy on your friend, but okay. How about Nzinga, I want to see you get mean.”

“I don’t even want her to be human when you’re done with her. Just some fucking disgusting pig creature.” Despite the image she was painting her masturbating got noticeably wetter. “I just want her to be so fat, and pathetic none of the others even think about fucking. She can just lay in her stinking pig pen and fuck herself to sleep.”

“Sounds hot huh?”

Cleopatra whined and nodded her head looking absolutely miserable. “It would be so hot and perfect for her! All the others would be disgusted, so I’d have her all to myself!”

“Tsk tsk.” Lucifer shook his head. The goddess on the floor was a complete mess, where had regal Cleopatra gone? “Tell me about Olympias before you cum.”

“Ugh, I don’t even care what you do to that freak. Did you see her with Helen? She’s a totally different person. Hahaha, as soon as I get enough points I’m upgrading it again! Everyone will be happier when she learns to be a little nicer. Ugh I hate the idea of her being the harem supervisor, but she’d be great at it.”

“Really?” Lucifer was in shock.

“Oh yeah, she’d whip us degenerate into shape. Everyone except Helen. Oh I just want her to be cruel and harsh with all of us, but a tender little bunny with Helen. I’d love to see that.”

“We’ll you’ll never get your room back that way. What about the beauties? Diaochan and company.”

Cleo thought about it, her fingers swirled around her clit. What fate awaited that truly enigmatic group. “I want them to be like, one thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like… they’re chained together nip to nip, never leave each other’s side, collar them together, only give them one name. Make them your Cerberus or something like that.”

"Jesus Cleopatra, who am I fucking in this harem? You've over here making art projects, and I'm just trying to get my dick wet."

"Well that's what I'm for."

"And Boudica."

She moaned in response. "Oh yes, you're going to have your hands full with her. She's already dumb as a bag of rocks, we just need to make her a little bit gigglier and she'll be perfect. I know blonde is the classic bimbo hair color, but I'm honestly thinking pink, her red hair is just so distinctive i'd be sad to get rid of it."

"I agree." He was already thinking about getting her big bimbo boobs into motion.

"I guess that just leaves Eve."

——-

The devil was not the type of man, you’d imagine waiting by the door like a puppy dog. And yet when that magical hour set aside for Eve’s date rolled around, there he was. He sat cross legged on his bed, staring a hole through the door, compelling a knock to sound off.

What a relief, what magic when it finally did. He leapt into action and threw open the door, without a care for his bad boy self image. And there she was, pretty as a sunset.

“Eve.” He tested out her name, and throwing caution to the wind wrapped her up in a hug.

“Aww.” She gave him a pitying sympathetic mew. “I missed you too.”

“I swear to you, this wasn’t my idea. I never wanted you involved in this.”

“I know.” She pushes him away, and enters into the room. She walked past the bed, and entered into the living room, where the couch awaited. “Woooo!” She cheered falling onto it with a great flop. “I’m the one who signed the contract. This is all me.”

He grumbled and followed her into the living room. Beyond the t.v the windows gave an amazing view of the lake, and that abomination of a tree. “Why? I don’t understand. To place you in a harem with these animals is… it pains me to even consider.”

“I want to return to Eden.” She says, not one to lie or hold back truths.

“Eden is gone.” It was a fact none could state without a heartbroken frown. “Even The Producers can’t bring it back.”

She smiles catishly. “My old teacher, you can’t think of a way?”

Something shifted inside of him. All his concern and warmth suddenly gone. “What are you going to do?”

“I mean it’s funny.” She giggles and plays with her hair. “You give me all the knowledge in the universe, but you yourself don’t know what I know. I don’t have to recreate Eden, or find it, or anything like that. When I win, I’m going to wish that I never tasted the forbidden fruit.”

“You thankless child!” He was all rage now. To take back that singular act of rebellion would be rejecting him completely. It would ruin everything! All these years man would have lived without sin. There would be no devil, no hell. Just a cold and lonely prison all to himself. “Stand up, when I talk to you.”

“Like this?” Eve did a dramatic roll, into a handstand, that positioned her ass near his face. He went to slap it, but she sprung out of the way, and stood up proper. “Don’t be mean.”

“After everything I did for you, after everything I taught you, you want to throw it away? I freed you!”

“I would have rather stayed an animal in that perfect world, than have my children be gods of this broken one.”

Lucifer was red hot, his teeth gnashing, his face red, his eyes wild. A hate like this could truly only come from love. “I admire your honesty, but you must know I would never allow you to win this game. At first because you’re like a daughter to me, but now because I will never allow you to take my life’s work from me!”

She held firm, or perhaps she held soft would be a better phrase. She was undaunted by his rage, she just smiled, and hummed as if they were playing games. “I’m not afraid of you Lucy. If I win, all my beautiful babies will return with me to Eden, and what mother wouldn’t risk their life for her children?”

“You will never earn a point from me Eve. You can’t win without my favor.”

“You’ll give me points.”

“How?”

“You have no self control, you won’t be able to resist me.”

He hissed, and struck her across the cheek. Her head jerked to the side, as he held his hand out in a wide stance. “No self control? How about your little pain slut trait? I bet your nipples are already perking up.”

Eve rubbed her cheek, and though her smile was gone, she still looked calm. “No, you can’t turn me on just by slapping me. I have to give that power to you.”

He was huffing, half mad with all of this. Though Eve’s words seemed to have struck something in him, because he grew still. His breathing evened out, and the red slowly started to fade from his eyes. “So what now?”