Knock on Dajy's door.

The home is modest--a one floor house, blue with white trim--and near the edge of the city. It's the perfect place to avoid drawing attention to oneself. You step up to the front door and take a deep breath before drumming your knuckles against it. Directly in front of you is a peep hole. You hear footfalls, and they pause. You imagine they're looking at you right now, however is on the other side.

A lock clicks, and then the door opens. You see a woman with red hair and freckles, dressed in navy shorts and a black top cropped to show her midriff. It's the succubus from the massage parlour yet again, and she still wears the pedant around her neck that you know is used to maintain her disguise. Coming up from behind her is the woman with white hair. She has her matching white tube top with a black coat over top, as well as blue trousers. Of course, she has a pendant of her own.

"Hello there, Kyle," speaks the redhead. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"I'll let the mistress know you're here," the other says before turning away to leave.

"I actually do want to talk to her," you say. "There's something important I need to do, and to do it, I need to find something."

"How mysterious that sounds," she replies. "Well, I doubt she'll be long--"

"Kyle!" shouts a voice from inside.

A girl sashays straight up to the door, pushing the redhead right out of her way. She has long, pale orange hair, a white shirt that can barely contain her large tits tucked into black trousers, though she didn't bother to put on her glasses this time. She doesn't need them anyway, nor does she need a pendant like the rest, for this is none other than Mistress Dajy the high succubus. She reaches out and grabs you by the scruff of your shirt, and pulls you aggressively inside. The redhead closes the door behind you and your heart skips a beat at the sound of it locking.

You turn to see that she's dropped her disguise. Though her hair is still red, now she has the familiar grey skin you've become accustomed to from the surprising amount of succubi that you've met.

The white-haired girl has turned back to normal as well, but stands quietly in the background.

As flamboyant as ever, Dajy swishes her hands back through her hair the moment she activates her transformation. Her skin turns back to a demonic grey, one large horn extends out from her head as well as one stub, and her hair turns as white as snow. She grips her shirt between her nails and yanks it out from her trousers, and then up and over her head. It pops off her horn, and she tosses it aside, which allows her release her wings. The span is intimidating--truly making the stance of a succubus queen. A small, black bra contained her massive, perfect breasts. You look down at her slim stomach, and her curvy hips still covered by a pair of tight black pants.

"It's been far too long since I've seen you," she says. Her voice is as powerful as ever. "If something had happened to you, I don't know what I would have done."

You **** your eyes back to her face. It's hard to tell if she's using some sort of succubus magic to weaken your will, or she's just so supernaturally beautiful that you can't help yourself. "I have something to talk to you about. It's concerning Demon King Sa'dis."

"I see. Please, make yourself at home." She gestures around her.

The entrance is also the living room. It has two large couches, a couple chairs, and a lovely wooden table in the middle. There are two doorways. As you look around, you feel the touch of the redhead succubus on your shoulders. She pushes you gently, and guides you over to the nearest sofa. Meanwhile, the white-haired girl sits across from you on the other.

As you sit, the redhead lowers herself down onto the armrest directly beside you.

Mistress Dajy struts forward, and sits down on the table to face you. She crosses one leg over the other, and leans back on her hands. "Tell me then. If it's about crushing that man's--"

"Marbles," the one with white hair suddenly speaks up. You look past Dajy to see her playing with two marbles in her hand. She's rolling them around in circles, but then she suddenly stops, and squeezes them tight.

"Uh. Sort of?" You clear your throat. "He got his hands on this amulet to make him strong, just like this father had, but we found out how to possibly make a weapon to shatter that amulet. We also know where he might reside."

"Outstanding." Dajy leans forward. "That's my Kyle. How do you make this weapon?"

"I need to find a wyvern, violet spider, and two plants. Frost lotus and gloom daisy. It'll all come together to make a single arrow."

She raises a brow. Then, she stands. Without saying anything, she slips her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers, and then slides them slowly down her legs. She has a matching pair of black panties, and then she steps easily out of her pants to stand before you in nothing but underwear that look more like lingerie. Once again, she swishes her hands back through her hair, and her wings flap like an eagle about to lift off.

"The ever-beautiful Mistress Dajy will certainly help you," she says. "However, you need to do something for me."

"What do you need?"

"Spend some time here with me. I've been... ever so lonely."

Two girls suddenly appear in the forward doorway. They have nearly identical outfits of a white t-shirt and plaid miniskirt. One has blond hair tied into pigtails and a red skirt, while the other has short purple hair, a higher-cut shirt, and her skirt is green. They both have a pendant, but neither are in disguise. You remember them as well.

"You two are finished already?" Dajy asks. "You've only been playing with her for three hours."

The succubus with pigtails speaks up. "I know, but I heard talking." By the look on her face, she was certainly busy doing something. She's flushed and winded. Though, she seems filled with energy.

"We wanted to see what was happening," says the other. "I see it's Kyle again."

"Indeed. He promised he'd stay and play with us for awhile in exchange for a favour," says Dajy.

"I didn't really pro--" you start to say.

She pounces forward, and plants her lips hard against yours, cutting you off. "You have my word that I'll help you. Now, wait here like a good boy while I grab something. Okay?" She stands up straight again, and when she turns to walk back towards the same doorway, you can't help but stare right at her ass barely contained in that tight pair of panties.

You're then left with just her four succubi.

The blond plops down next to the white-haired girl on the other couch. As for girl with purple hair, she sits down next to you. Now you have a succubus on either side. They're not as imposing as Dajy, and they're dressed rather normal, but you can't help but feel flustered still. These are demons of lust, and there are four of them, all with their eyes on you.

If you started something with them, however, you're not even sure how Dajy would respond. She might be upset it didn't involve her. There's something unnerving about knowing she possesses the power to probably kill you if she wanted to do it.

The redhead speaks up, and it catches your attention. You turn your eyes up and to the left to the girl sitting on the armrest.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to let you know that I don't hate you," she says.

"Thanks?" you respond.

"She was a little worried that you thought we hated your guys," the purple-haired girl speaks up, pulling your attention the other way. "You know, since we don't talk much, and we definitely have a weird past. It's just that the mistress has never taken a liking to a boy like this."

"And she even removed one of her horns, just for you," says the girl with white hair. "We were all upset. I admit."

Things circle back around to the redhead. "But she's not stupid. Mistress Dajy is the most beautiful, most powerful, and most intelligent woman we know. And if he likes you, so do we." She turns slightly, and raises a leg up over your lap. She's dressed in shorts, so much of her long, slender, grey-coloured leg is bare, all the way down to her feet. Her toes brush up against your cheek as she slides her foot across your neck, down your chest, and then against your leg. "My name is Klava."

"I'm Raleza," says the purple-haired girl.

"Brizi!" the blond says happily.

"My name is Vodrani," the girl with white hair speaks up.

"Don't worry about trying to remember all of that," Klava says. "Though I do like when a cute boy says my name..."

Brizi bounces up and down. "It's really nice to finally introduce ourselves, now that we've settled in the city!"

"Apologies." Vodrani bows her head. "She's a little bit high-strung right now after absorbing so much power."

"From what?" you ask.

"I think we told you before, but I really don't remember," Brizi says. "But I gain power from people's orgasms being denied. Oh... It feels so good. That moment when they're on the edge and about to finally feel satisfaction, but they're **** to stop. The frustration." She tilts her head back, and looks like she's on her way to the edge herself.

"We decided to play with our toy more today than usual," says Raleza. "Though she was having the most fun. I get my power from being denied, but I was getting pretty horny watching, so it kinda works."

"You remember the talent I have with my tongue, don't you?" Klava asks. She licks slowly up her finger to the tip. "I can really screw with magic."

"So uh... what about Vodrani?" you ask.

The final succubus shrugs. "What do you mean?"

Brizi wraps her arms around the girl. "She's the most deadly of us four. Fast, and keen senses. When Mistress Dajy isn't around, we know she'll protect us."

You hear the sound of a metal chain, along with two sets of footfalls, though one is off. You can't explain it. Then through the doorway, you see Mistress Dajy standing there with a leash of steel links leading to a silver collar around the neck of a woman **** to crawl on her hands and knees. It's the Vampire Queen herself, reduced to nothing but a pet--as far from a queen as possible.

Her sexy dress is nowhere to be seen. She's actually wearing nothing at all. Every inch of her pale white skin is exposed, and she seems exceptionally exhausted. She sits back on her legs, and looks to you with contempt. Her long, black hair with a red sheen is messy, and her jewellery is all missing. You remember when she was imposing. Every time you ran into her, you feared for your life. But now...

"Say hello to Master Warren," Dajy demands. She yanks on the collar, jerking her forwards.

The vampire grumbles.

"What was that, Catty?" asks Dajy. "You want to go back to being denied for a few more hours? And here I thought you wanted to cum..."

"... Hello, Master," she says under her breath.

"Mmm. That wasn't loud enough."

"I said hello, Master Warren."

"Ooh. Good girl. You've been so good lately, we might have to give you a reward sometime soon."

Klava slips her foot up your leg, and brushes it over your cock before retreating it back to the armrest. "You know, you can stare all you want. At, but also at Catty here. She's not as attractive as our mistress, but she sure is smoking hot. Don't you think? I imagine it's cathartic, feeling free to ogle her all you want after what she put you through."

"And she has to just sit here, naked and soaking wet," Brizi says. She shivers. "How humiliating~."

"Interesting," Dajy speaks up. "My girls aren't usually so chatty. They really did accept you while I was downstairs. Wonderful. If you're staying for awhile, I would hate if they didn't feel comfortable around you."

"Kyle..." Catherine mutters. "How dare... you look down on me, after you came to my castle--"

Suddenly, Mistress Dajy bends her leg up, and presses her pet's head down against the floor with her foot. "You do not talk to Kyle like that. Apologize to your master this instant!"

"... Sorry, Master Warren," the vampire mutters.

"Good girl."