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Nowhere But Up Ch. 01

By: wastelandwriter



Foreword: The opening makes this feel like a plot/adventure-heavy modern fantasy, but I'll warn up front that it's mostly a gateway to extended debauchery & power fantasy stuff. There will still be some plot, but expect much more sex and wish fulfillment than thrills and chills after the opening. Also, if you're the type who can't stand the thought of reconciling with a lover after s/he's moved on to another, please abandon this story now.

Tags Up Front (wish this was standard): fantasy sex, harem, power fantasy, MFF, wife, group sex, action, dominance, romance, female submissive, magic.

*****

Rain beat down on the windshield of his parked car loudly enough to drown out the stereo. He sat in the driver's seat, staring at the gate of the Malibu mansion. Between the storm and the natural darkness of the night, the gate was about all he could make out of the grounds. Hedges lined the property on either side of that gate. Beyond the gate, he could see a little bit of the large house. He saw lights inside and out. He saw modern architecture.

He didn't see much hope.

The Foo Fighters playlist ran on his stereo on the chance that it might offer him some hope, but the rain came in so hard that he'd have to crank it up to hear it now, and blasting music while casing someone's house seemed dumb. Sitting out here seemed dumb, too. So did this whole ridiculous mission or quest or whatever it was. He came only because he had nothing left to lose. The ten-year-old car and its contents comprised the last of his possessions, and even the car was on a repossession list. Everything else in his life had already been taken or destroyed by the evil son of a bitch living in that house.

All gone now. Wife, job, apartment, friends, family. All gone. Veteran and college graduate at twenty-seven, career in aid work at twenty-eight, happily married at twenty-nine, double-income-no-kids at thirty. Homeless and desperate at thirty-three.

If nothing else, Evan would go down fighting.

Midnight wasn't too far off. Timing didn't have to be exact, just relatively close. Evan took one last look in the mirror, finding the same green eyes, short brown hair and relatively good-looking face he'd always known. No chance that he was living out someone else's life. This was still all him. He turned off the car and his old, no-service-having iPhone, put on his gloves, and opened up the shoebox containing the most vital bits of gear.

The iron dagger could get the job done if he used it well. He'd never been in the infantry, but he knew the basics. Evan uncorked the vial of water sitting in the tissue paper beside the blade, murmuring the incantation he now knew by heart and pouring the water over the blade.

"Demon conspiracy" wasn't the sort of life obstacle he'd ever expected. All his problems had seemed so mundane, despite being so inexplicable: frequent belligerence from strangers, troubles at work, things breaking at home. Bills went into collections even when he had records of payments. Nicole drifted from him, but she was on a busy fast-track to junior executive status with a fashion firm while he was—or seemed to be—more and more of a wreck. That seemed natural, if frustrating. But even the marriage counselors did more far more harm than good.

If he hadn't worked at resettling refugees, whose experience and understanding of the world was far different from the average American's, he'd never have known. If his troubles hadn't culminated in charges of embezzlement and theft and worse at work, those same refugees who knew him incapable of such deeds would never have come forward. They'd never have seen his trouble. They wouldn't have been there when Nicole, heartbroken and understandably convinced her husband had always been a fraud, left him in tears. But they stood by him. They revealed the truth. They proved it wasn't all mere superstition and paranoia. They showed him his enemy: a distant executive from his wife's firm, who wasn't an ordinary man at all.

They also warned him to walk away and try to start over, but he knew he couldn't do that. The best Evan could do was to make sure he was the last of this monster's victims and maybe, he hoped, free others from ongoing torment.

That word again. Hope. Maybe he'd found a little of it with the weapon in his hand. Or maybe that was just resolve. He put the questions aside. Time to get things done now. Evan slipped out of his old Chevy, locked it as if it mattered, and hustled across the wet side street to the gate. He looked around for a camera, but it didn't matter either way. Evan grabbed hold of the bars and scrambled up the way they'd taught him to in the Army.

Almost fifteen years since basic. Ten since he'd gotten out. He kept in decent shape. Evan had never been a frontline guy, but he'd seen battle anyway, and everyone went through combat training during pre-deployment work-ups. Ten years a civilian, but tonight he'd have to do his best to be a soldier one last time. The climb over the gate provided a confidence builder on his way in, if nothing else.

The grounds seemed bigger than he'd expected. The darkness of the night prevented him from getting a good look, but he saw open spaces for walking and flowers and palm trees all around. The house had a pretty damn extravagant pool, and a living room looking out over it. Evan slipped past all that. He focused on the house. No parties raging tonight, at least. He'd have to find a way inside.

His heart skipped a couple of beats when he saw a woman in the window along the front door staring at him. Her wavy brown hair cascaded down in front of her left shoulder. She wore a black nightgown that flattered her ample curves. The alarming part, though, was that she looked right at Evan despite all the shadows and the rain.

He froze momentarily. He'd been busted, after all. The woman opened the door. She looked right at him and seemed almost sad. Her beauty was almost painful. He'd been warned he might find such women here, though. He wouldn't fall for their allure, no matter how much he wished he could now that one of them confronted him. Still, she gave no hint of temptation. She looked more like she had to deliver very bad news.

"You can come in," she said with neither welcome nor rebuke. "He knows you're here now. No one will come between you." 

He considered it for only a moment. The hell with it, he figured. Busted. Might as well go through with it. Evan walked to the door. "Thank you," he said as she stepped aside and then closed the door behind him.

It was an impressive house, or really more of a mansion: spacious, well-decorated, clean. The brunette said, "He's in his study. This way." Then she walked through the foyer down one hall.

Evan managed to take his eyes off of the distracting sway of her hips to look around. The house wasn't empty at all. They passed a living room where Evan saw several more stunningly attractive women and a couple of striking men chatting in a living room. They wore silk robes or, like his guide, flattering nightgowns. All of them looked up with mild interest, but none spoke up or followed. He saw more of the same as they passed the kitchen, too. There had to be a dozen people here.

"Did I miss a party?" asked Evan.

Hazel eyes looked back at him as she kept walking. "This is only a Tuesday," she said without emotion.

She led him to a staircase, not the main one by the foyer but a smaller, less grand structure, and brought him up to the set of rooms nearby. As they ascended, Evan became aware of soft, ecstatic feminine moans coming from above. Someone felt really good and didn't mind anyone hearing about it. The brunette walked to one open door, stopped and gestured inside.

Evan paused, taking in and then releasing a few deep, steady breaths to steel himself, both for what he knew he might see and for the confrontation ahead. The brunette quirked an eyebrow as she waited but said nothing. She didn't seem particularly amused, simply curious but patient until he walked inside.

The study contained a marble tile floor and a couple of comfortable chairs in front of a large desk. Along the walls stood bookshelves and such, but they mattered much less than the big desk at the center and the two people behind it. One of them was Evan's estranged wife, bent over and naked but for the straps of a shelf bra meant to leave her breasts lewdly exposed, swinging in time with the thrusts of the large, muscular, open-shirted man behind her.

He more than half expected this, though he almost didn't recognize Nicole. She'd always been pretty, but now she was stunning, as if all of her original features had been revised and perfected by some master artist. Sandy blonde hair hung down around icy blue eyes that hardly seemed to register his presence, let alone recognize her husband.

No, Evan told himself. Not her husband. It's over now. It's been over for a year. There's no ring on her finger. By her own words, she was no one's damsel in distress, either.

The big guy with the dark goatee, however, clearly wanted to keep their marriage front and center. "Figured I should let you have a last look at your wife," he said, slowly pushing in and out. Without even really looking, he squirted some oil down between the two of them from a plastic bottle. Nicole simply moaned. "See how much better I am for her than you ever could be? See how good she looks now? If it makes you feel better, you're not the first loser to find his wife with my dick in her ass. Cuck," he added with a casual sneer.

Evan's heart thudded heavily in his chest, but he kept his cool. Nicole wasn't his damsel in distress. She was an adult who made her own decisions, even if they led to this. He held silent and waited.

"You're not the first fuckin' wimp to just stand there and watch, either," said the other man. "So what's it gonna be? You gonna cry? Tell me to get my filthy hands off her? You got it in you to say anything at all?"

"There's no point."

"No point, huh? No point to standing up for yourself? That's what you came here to do, isn't it? Well, you're right about that. Smarter to beg for some part of your life back. I'm betting you came here to be a tough guy. Only look at you now. Standing there frozen."

He thrust into Nicole steadily. "Oh, fuck yes, Ted," she slurred, putting her forearms down on the desk for support. Between her voice and her eyes, Evan grew convinced she didn't even realize he was there.

"Who's going to care?" Evan asked.

"I sure don't. Your slut wife sure doesn't," Ted scoffed, giving her another slow, deep thrust to produce another, louder moan. "You know she wouldn't fuck me until after she'd left you? She knew she wanted me, but she kept pushing me off. At least until she could see what a loser you were. Had to know you were a crook. Had to hear you cheated your way through college. I mean you two had to be well and truly broken up first. Can't get enough of me now, though. Or cock in general. That slut inside her is on the loose now."

Silence. Evan wouldn't let himself be baited. He'd taken for granted that Nicole and Ted had sex. Seeing it made no difference, particularly after he'd made peace with her leaving him. Whether she'd feel differently when this was over, however it turned out, Evan didn't know, but he didn't come for that. Reconciliation was a nice pipe dream. Nothing more.

Ted's jaw set. He'd given no hint of any real pleasure from the sex, but now he seemed openly aggravated. "Where've you been hiding yourself, anyway? You can't work anymore. Nobody's gonna hire you with the baggage that's on your records now. Family ain't taking care of you. I've been watching. Heh. Man, you don't even know how much I've taken from you yet," he grinned evilly. "How much of your life is yours. So what's it been? Sleeping at the YMCA or something? Handjobs for truck drivers to bring you down here?"

"Nothing you're saying matters," said Evan.

"Nothing matters?" Ted fairly sputtered. "All the ways I destroyed your fucking life and nothing matters?"

Evan shrugged. He had questions, of course. Questions like "why me?" and "what else have you done?" and "who else have you hurt?" but he couldn't trust the answers. He only could trust his enemy to say something hurtful and misleading. Only the fight mattered now. "You're a bully. One of us isn't walking out of here. At that point, all your shit-talking is just shit... T'eydhulthesh."

The other man's face turned red, and then darkened. He shoved Nicole forward on the desk and stepped back to come around her. "Okay, then," he said, his voice deeper than ever now. He seemed to grow as the room got darker. He got darker, too, his skin slowly turning to an almost charcoal black. Horns grew from his head and his eyes burned with a red light. "You got my name right. You're right about not walking out of here, too."

Evan stepped back, putting his hand in his jacket. He knew a transformation was possible, but he didn't expect the one in front of him. The big, muscular man, naked but for an unbuttoned shirt on his shoulders, now turned into something darker, larger and less human. His face twisted in a hateful rage. "You gonna shoot me?" he shouted. "You know how many assholes have shot me before? Go ahead. Right here, you pathetic piece of shit," said the demon, slapping his chest over his heart. "Take your best..." His words fell away when he saw the dagger.

"Gonna have to come closer for that," said Evan. He didn't know if he sounded brave, but that hardly mattered, either. One of them would die regardless and wouldn't be around to remember.

The charcoal black demon that was once Ted came at Evan without further taunting. He raised his big fists up to deliver crushing blows, mistaking Evan's last backward step for a retreat. Instead, Evan sprang forward and low, slashing deeply into the demon's thigh. The monster roared with pain and swung down at Evan but missed.

"Unh," moaned the woman on the desk as the noises came through the haze in her mind. She thought she'd heard a name and a voice that used to mean so much to her. "Evan?"

He had the sense to stay out of reach. His opponent had many advantages, but now the demon was wounded. A couple more steps around the study proved that the deep cut in the demon's leg made a difference, as he was now visibly hobbled and missed another swing at Evan as a result. The thing had its guard up now, though, making it difficult for Evan to get in another strike. Cutting it up was all well and good, but he needed to stab through its heart to kill it.

Coming around the desk, Evan realized his biggest worry: Nicole was still slumped over the desk, shaking her head and blinking hard but still groggy. The demon noticed as Evan looked, too. He reached forward to grab the bewildered woman, but Evan swung out with the dagger again, striking the demon's wrist. It left him open. With its other big hand, the demon grabbed Evan and yanked him off his feet, then flung him back down like a ragdoll beside Nicole.

She yelped as she staggered back from the desk. "Evan!" she blurted in recognition as he fell to the floor. Evan knocked random things off the desk along the way: a liquor bottle, papers, a cell phone. It all wound up underneath him in a wet, jagged mess as electronics and glass alike shattered.

He rolled up, knowing the demon wouldn't give him a moment to recover, but he didn't get himself set in time. The demon was already on top of him.

Then Ted's laptop came crashing into the demon's face. Evan heard Nicole growl, "No!" as she swung the computer with all her might, smashing it into a couple hundred pieces and driving the monster back a step. The beast reached out to swing at Nicole instead of Evan, but missed her as she jumped back. It was all the opening her husband needed.

Evan slashed upward with his knife into the monster's groin. The demon let out a shriek of horror and agony as Evan cut through the side of its prodigious member, nearly severing the whole thing. The dagger continued through into its sack and then out again. Blood sprayed all over Evan as he tried to roll under its spread legs.

"Ted" staggered backward, though, screaming and reflexively cupping his wound. Evan saw his chance. He lunged up with the dagger, stabbing the demon directly in the throat and then tearing out again with a merciless growl. More blood spurted out, much of it catching Evan as the demon grabbed him and hit him once more.

Evan wound up with his butt against the desk. The demon tried to force him onto his back, but the dagger kept biting and slashing and the pain of its wounds caused it to fight irrationally. Again, Nicole came in to assist, this time wielding a lamp as her weapon against the back of the enemy's head. It bashed her away with a swipe of her arm, knocking her to the floor, but again it left itself open as a result. Battered and frightened, Evan stabbed into the beast's chest. The demon staggered backward. Knowing better than to let up, Evan straddled the thing's big torso and practically dug with his blade, ignoring the flailing arms that occasionally beat against him until it no longer moved.

His final thrust, directly into the monster's heart, sent an electric tremor through Evan's arms and then his whole body. His vision darkened and then exploded with stars, and when he could see again he found the blade glowing with a bright white light that crept up into his hands and wrists.

The demon's body grew rocky, brittle and hot, like a piece of charcoal. He released the dagger, but the glow didn't go away. Evan realized his own clothes were starting to smolder. The blood that covered him seemed to burn him, but where he saw burns he soon saw that same white light.

"Evan?" he heard a familiar, feminine voice call out. "Oh my God, Evan?"

Sensations and pain overwhelmed him. Everything went red, and then white, and then black.

* * *

He felt silk sheets against his skin as he stirred. The bed felt amazing. Come to think of it, for the first time in months if not years, Evan woke up feeling pretty amazing, too.

"I think he's waking up," said a woman's voice.

"Evan?" said another.

His eyes opened. The bedroom was bigger than the two-bedroom apartment he'd shared with his wife. Blinds covered up a nearby sliding glass door, but he could tell that it was daytime out there. He saw two dressers, a walk-in closet, erotic artwork on the walls and a full-length mirror. The bed was huge, but he lay only on one side of it. The sheets smelled like they'd been freshly cleaned. The brunette from before sat in a comfortable, upholstered chair nearby. Nicole rose up from hers to come near, looking at once concerned and apologetic. Both wore silk robes. Evan couldn't feel any clothes on his body.

"Hey," Evan croaked.

His estranged wife took his hand, her eyes welling up with tears. She still looked achingly beautiful. "I'm so sorry," she said, kissing his hand and then holding it tight. "Are you okay?"

"I feel okay," he said. "Little thirsty. Little groggy, but it's clearing. What happened?"

"You won the fight," said the brunette. "Ted's gone. You survived. You've been healing ever since." She retrieved a carafe and glass from a nearby nightstand to pour him some water. "I expected you would recover. I'm Madelyne. Nicole asked me to be here with her to help explain things. I've served 'Ted' for a very long time. I understand mystical matters better than most."

"How long is a long time?" he asked after taking the glass and downing a big gulp.

"Not quite two hundred years," said the tanned, gorgeous brunette.

Evan blinked. "You don't, uh...wow. You look and sound about as California as anyone I've ever met. In all the good ways, I mean," he corrected, seeing her smile. Then again, Nicole seemed particularly "California babe," too. Stunningly so. Desire stirred despite his circumstances, but he couldn't blame himself for that. He was only human.


Nowhere But Up Ch. 01



"I've adapted," said Madelyne. "This is a good time to be alive. And a good place. You are safe here, Evan. Safer than you've ever been in your life, actually. You can relax."

"What the hell happened?" he asked. "Um. And why am I naked?"

"Your clothes were destroyed," said Nicole. "We took care of you and cleaned you up after the fight. You needed to heal. Madelyne helped with that. Magic, I guess. You beat him, Evan. He's gone. How did you even know what he was?"

"Refugees at work. Some of them had pretty old-school skills. Stuff nobody believes in, 'til they see it work. Like me. After that, I did a lot of research and digging, from a little after you left until now, basically. He's dead?"

"Completely. 'Ted' crumbled to ash," explained Madelyne, opting for the simpler name. "It's in a few big trash bags in a closet in another room now. You did everything right. You had the right weapon and the right enchantment to drain his power. You knew his true name, and so he was vulnerable to you."

"Is that how the enchantment worked? Honestly, even now I don't understand much. Most of the background info I could find was screwy and contradictory and hard to follow. Funny how the only really clear parts were the instructions on how to kill demons."

Madelyne tilted her head. "That right there shows how unreliable the sources are. 'Demon' is a much looser term than most people believe. It works. It's what he called himself, so it's what I called him, but that fire and brimstone stuff is mostly propaganda. Ted wasn't a creature from hell so much as a rare, powerful spirit with some ugly, nasty tendencies, and even then he wasn't all bad. Oh, I'm not saying you shouldn't have killed him. I'm saying he wasn't about fire and damnation.

"Ted was a spirit of lust and power. He embodied aspects of sex and dominance, and that came as much from primal urges as all the societal baggage we have around sex. All of that formed his being. But to cut right to it: his themes, as it were, aren't what made him evil. Not everything he did and touched was bad. You'll get no grief from me over killing him, though." Madelyne smiled a bit. "I'm glad to see you've recovered. And more."

"Huh. I do feel pretty good. Surprised I'm not even hungry."

"I was afraid you wouldn't wake up," said Nicole. Tears came down her lovely face. "I don't know what you think of me now, Evan, but I'm so sorry I left. I didn't know what he did to you. To us. Madelyne couldn't tell me about it until he was dead. We've been talking a long time now."

Nicole looked down at her hands in her lap. "Ted made a couple passes at me at work before all this started, but I told you about those when they happened. Even those seemed innocent. I never saw him until after we split. I had no reason to suspect anything. And all the while, he used everything from magic to bribes and hired help to destroy you. At the same time, he arranged everything and everyone at work to gaslight me and make me think you weren't the guy I married—and never were. Leaving you seemed justified.

"Ted didn't come back into the picture until later. Please understand, I moved on. I never wanted to hurt you. I just thought we were done and I had to get on with my life. And I've...become a different person since then," she said, clearly troubled.

"Hey, stop," Evan said gently, shaking his head. "Listen, I still love you, but I'll understand if this isn't a reconciliation. I know we've grown apart after all this. Don't beat yourself up over whatever else happened. That thing was a demon. You were under a spell, right?"

Nicole looked away guiltily. "Not exactly. Not when I left you. The magic didn't start until after that. I knew what Ted was. He showed me. I mean, I didn't know he had that other monster form, but I knew."

Her eyes drifted to Madelyne's, who picked it up from there. "Nicole is still under a...it runs deeper than a spell. Much deeper."

"What do you mean? Are you okay?" he asked the blonde.

"I'm fine," she answered immediately. "And..." she looked to Madelyne.

"We will answer any question you have," said the brunette. "We must. But that leads me to something Nicole and I have discussed. Explaining things in a certain order may save you some turmoil."

"Okay...?" he prompted.

"Thank you. Evan, I want you to understand that Ted's soul and power were largely separate things. When you killed him, you claimed much of his power and destroyed his soul. You don't have to worry about being tainted or corrupted. That power protected you from greater injury, and it's why you feel fine now. You gained great longevity. You'll never be sick again. You may not feel it yet, but you gained his sexual potency as well. Even his property is up for grabs. I want you to keep that in mind as we tell you the rest. All that he possessed is yours for the taking."

He took a long, slow breath, trying to process it. He couldn't deny that Madelyne's preface piqued his interest. "Okay. What's the rest of it?"

Nicole spoke. "I'm a succubus now, like Madelyne," she confessed. "So are the others in the house when you arrived. Succubi and incubi, all in service to Ted. Until now, anyway."

His eyes went from one to the other. "Wait, wouldn't that make you both demons, too?"

"Again, bad labeling," corrected Madelyne. "Succubi aren't what the folklore says. We don't have demon forms, and we don't fuck anyone to death," she added, rolling her eyes. "We were...are bound by contracts. It's not selling your soul; that doesn't actually happen. But it's still profound. They permanently change us and empower us. Our role is fundamentally sexual. We are seducers, manipulators, and above all, servants. We gain perfect health and beauty and longevity and other benefits.

"In exchange, we bind ourselves to our master. The contracts are in an ancient, arcane language. You wouldn't even recognize some of the writing as words. We understand it all when we sign, though. The contracts require consent. The language is full of terms of possession and submission, lust and loyalty...and profound pleasure. We all understood it when we signed. It is a powerfully seductive change. We belong to our master, and the rewards drown out any regrets."

"Sexually, Ted was irresistible to us. We were playthings and we loved it. Outside of a sexual context, we could deny him, but never actively betray or work against him. It's why I couldn't intervene in anything he did. The most I could do was walk away or tell him no, and even that was difficult. Nicole made an incredible act of willpower in helping you fight him. She had love to compel her, too. I don't think any of the rest of us had such a motivation. It's clearly why Ted was so diligent about cutting cords before claiming anyone.

"Ted could not claim the mentally unsound or anyone not yet an adult capable of their own decisions. He could not blackmail or threaten. No matter the situation, no matter our state, we make a deliberate choice when we sign. Once we consent, we are bound. Owned. Only the owner may actually break the contract."

Evan's breath deepened. He felt a guilty mix of alarm and arousal as Madelyne explained and Nicole watched. He felt urges to pull both women into the bed with him. Yet even so, this was a lot to take in. "You agreed to this?" he asked Nicole.

"Yes. We were over. Evan, I hope you don't take this as any slight on you. You're wonderful. But we were over, and...and I'm still trying to articulate how good it felt. I know it seems crazy, and for a lot of people, I guess maybe it is, but I never regretted anything until you turned up and I found out about the lies. I've been completely on board." She looked at him longingly. "And now more than ever." Evan tilted his head questioningly. "There's more you need to hear," she said.

"Again, Evan," said Madelyne, "don't think about what Ted had. Think about what you now have. All that he once possessed is now yours. Including us. The contracts linger, awaiting renewal. You can feel it, can't you?" Madelyne's hazel eyes held his gaze. Though he didn't visibly shake, a heavy tremor rumbled through his body from shoulders to legs as she spoke.

"Absent a new master, a lapsed contract means a return to normalcy. The only recourse is to find or be found by another demon, but demons are rare. Only a few of us are unnaturally old, like myself, but for us...well. Age will catch up unless we find new masters. I'd greatly prefer to serve you rather than another demon. It would be a wonderful change."

His desire no longer stirred. Now it soared, but it couldn't drown out his morals or the social values he'd known all his life. He wanted Nicole, and he wanted Madelyne, and he felt as sure they wanted him as he'd felt about the first time he kissed his wife. Yet this was wildly unfamiliar ground. "You don't even know me," he said softly.

"Your wife and I have spoken for a long time. She knows you. She loves you enough to turn against unspeakable pleasure for your sake. Just talking to you here has shown me so much. And I know the power you now wield." She gave a sexy half-grin. "And I like everything I see so far."

He swallowed hard. His eyes turned to Nicole. "What happens next?"

"I want you back," she said. "No matter what, I want you back. I was so wrong to leave you. I love you."

He squeezed her hand. He nodded. "I want that, too." He drew her onto the bed to sit beside him, pulling her into his arms as she let out a joyful sob and held him close. As good as Evan felt before, his body came alive at her closeness. He'd married a pretty woman. They had a good sex life together. Yet the woman in his arms now was incredible. He also realized that his own body felt different. He felt stronger, fitter...and, as his arousal built, bigger in at least one department. Much bigger. He'd been no slouch before. Nicole didn't leave him for want of anything there. But now...

Nicole put her lips on his neck. He inhaled sharply. She felt so goddamned good. "Okay," he said. Following the cues of his touch, she slid back from their embrace, but her hands still lingered and she remained close. He glanced at Madelyne. "Okay, but I mean...what about the rest of all this? You want me to claim everything?"

"It's up to you," said Nicole solemnly. "I don't want to pressure you. I want to be with you."

His eyebrow rose. This, at least, was part of the wife he knew, the one who always wanted to go for the full four-day passes to conventions and who talked them into desserts and calling in sick once in a while to stay in bed together. "But...?" he asked.

"Can I tell you something about before? About my change and all that? I'm still reluctant to say too much because I don't want you to think I was glad you were gone."

"I'm not mad that were happy without me here," Evan shook his head. "Not because I wasn't here. But in my absence. It's fine. Like Madelyne says, it's all mine if I want it now, right? But I mean...you want me to take it? All these other women? That's what we're talking about, isn't it? You keep saying everything's about sex."

His wife nodded. "Evan...I was already having sex with Ted before he offered the contract. When he laid it out, he challenged me to admit that I wanted to make every decision with my lust. Dirtier talk than that, really. He asked me what my pussy wanted. And when I considered, he gave me permission to make my decisions with my pussy from now on. He challenged me to give myself that permission, too. I did, and the more of that I did, the happier I was. I signed because of that. Apart from you coming back, I never regretted anything. My cunt wanted to obey. Sometimes I was a classy mistress, sometimes I was used as a whore. Sometimes I was objectified. I got so into it. Constant sexuality, no inhibitions, that energy always on a hair trigger. I embraced it all. Obeying felt so good."

"How does it feel?" Evan asked.

"Obeying? It's like...it's like someone going down on me. There's no physical sensation, but I feel all that sort of pleasure deep inside, and it's amazing. I always want more. If I completely reject it, like I did when I helped you against Ted, I feel nothing. We're not mind-controlled. I wouldn't rape or murder someone or anything crazy like that. But if I'm only reluctant or nervous, I feel the power come on. It seduces me and compels me and I love it. It's so good it overcomes any inhibition. The pleasure always gets better. It always finds my price.

"You absorbed the other side of that power. It's sexual and it's possessive and it's incredible to live under all that. I was on board with this for the rest of my life. But with you instead? That sounds like heaven to me." Her voice was simultaneously sensual and grave. She was as serious about this as anything they'd ever discussed.

"Evan, I'm giving you that same permission. I want you to give it to yourself. What's good for your cock? Do it. Adult consent's all that matters. You already have that. Break any other taboo you want. You can't imagine how good it is. The others that were here aren't even everyone involved. They're not drones, either. They're smart people with their own personalities. Most have careers. Some are well-connected. They'll be yours, Evan. Like me. Like Madelyne. We want you to take it all."

Again, Evan trembled with desire, though he still needed to know more. He looked to Madelyne. "The others who were here when you arrived have stayed around to resolve this," she said. "Some may wish to go, but I doubt it. They don't want freedom. They don't even think of it like that. Like Nicole and I, they have enjoyed their service immensely, and want it to continue."

"That's not an even bigger leap than you're considering? They haven't met me at all! They felt all this loyalty to Ted and now he's gone they'll be cool with that and jump on board with me?"

"You might be surprised at how much of that loyalty came from selfish motives. Many of us didn't like Ted so much as we liked serving him. The others know you hold the power that made them so happy. They also know more about you from Nicole than they probably knew about their previous master. It's a risk most will gladly take."

"Uh...there were guys here, too...?" Evan asked.

"We're all bisexual, before or after signing," said Madelyne. "Nicole tells me you're straight. The others are prepared for this. Your sincere desires are key to the power of the contracts. You cannot force yourself. If you wish to keep the incubi as servants, there are other options."

"What's the catch?" Evan asked warily.

"Well, it's certainly not a normal life with a picket fence and two kids. We can't have children at all, actually. You can't be open about this. Surely some of Ted's connections will not take to this change well, and some of them are awful people. There may be intrigue and adventure yet to handle."

"Besides that?" asked Nicole. One side of her mouth turned up into a seductive grin. "Start with 'too good to be true' and move up from there."

They kissed for the first time in almost two years—and, in a way, for the first time ever. Evan felt his heart pound and his body electrify as if the previous embrace had been a mere pat on the back. Nicole's soft lips invited his passion as her hands roamed over his body. His reached up to her silk robe, tugging at the material as their lips and tongues welcomed one another and made the desire for more plain.

"No inhibitions?" he murmured.

Nicole was already panting. "You're the master. We want it how you want it." She kissed him again, whimpering with need. "Please, Evan. I want this."

"What's the safe word?" he offered.

She grinned against his lips. "Eggplant," she said. They mutually detested it—making it the longstanding safe word from even before their marriage. "But don't put any money on hearing me say that ever again."

Evan felt her robe move, but Nicole remained still. His eyes opened to see Madelyne standing behind her, having slipped loose the drawstring of his wife's robe and now pulling the silk away. She winked at him and then stepped back, knowing full well that he'd completely forget about her with his next glance.

His breath caught as he looked at his wife, her flawless figure and smooth skin now on full display. He'd always loved her body when they were married, but now her skin was smoother and tighter, her figure model perfect. Her breasts were fuller, rounder and completely natural.

His hands reached out for her again. Nicole pulled away the silken sheet and comforter, straddling his lap and kissing him deeply as their bodies melded. The embrace kept his raging hard cock pointed up between them, but the feeling of its head against her belly and her bush against the base further escalated his pleasures. She was wet. Very wet. He felt that, too.

His hands roamed her sides as their kiss parted. Her forehead leaned against his so they could share a few breaths as they enjoyed doing so long ago. "You used to need more foreplay than this," he murmured with a grin.

"I'm different now," she breathed. "I never run dry. Never too sore. Besides, talking about this and looking at you is all the foreplay I needed."

It was music to his ears. Evan turned with her in his lap, putting her on her back further from the edge of the vast bed. He caught a glance of Madelyne again as he shifted over on top of his now naked wife, finding the other woman still in her chair with a serene, interested smile. New instincts took over. He didn't apologize or say anything to her. He knew he didn't need to. He was in charge. She would wait her turn and sincerely like it.

Nicole's legs spread for him. "Do it," she beckoned, reaching for his hips. "Take me."

Were he less swept away, he might have given thought to how his now massive cock might be too much for her. Instead, it looked and felt to him as right as leaving another woman to sit and watch. The head of his tool slipped up along Nicole's wet lips, exploring and preparing her while drawing out a wanton moan from her throat. The sensation left Evan shuddering with pleasure, too. He needed the rest. Now.

"Aawwh," Nicole moaned again as his head penetrated her and his shaft slowly sank in. His first invasion of her came slowly, feeling her pussy squeeze every long inch of his cock. She writhed against him in a full-body reminder of how desirable she'd become, taking him in all the way to the base. They breathed heavily there, holding together, eyes meeting in an excited gaze.

He felt differently about her now. He still loved her as his wife, but he felt something deep and even a little dark. He felt something possessive. His wife panted and writhed, and as he bottomed out and ground around just a little, he welcomed that feeling. He possessed her now in a way that he never had before. He knew she felt it, too. As it turned out, she felt that and something more.

"Oh god you're bigger," she panted, pleasure and joy playing havoc with her voice. "You're so much bigger!"

It was true. He was bigger, and more sensitive, and yet more in control. Evan slowly withdrew and then pushed in again, loving the effect it had on his wife's breath. "Something about taking all that power, right?" he taunted her confidently.

"Oooh, god, I've never felt so good," Nicole panted, sounding grateful to more than just Evan.

"Uh-huh."

"Can't lie," she panted. "Can't lie. So good! Take me. Oh please fuck me!"

It felt too good to resist. She felt too good. He pulled back once more, but beginning with his next thrust, he wasn't gentle with her at all. His wife's tight core invited rougher treatment with plentiful honey and a warm embrace. Evan impaled his wife with a loving stab that sent her crying out in surrender.

He fucked her hard from there. Evan claimed a fistful of her hair, keeping her head down on the pillow as he relentlessly fucked her. She clung to his upper body, keeping his chest crushed against her breasts. She wanted to get her legs around him, too, but the violent rutting wouldn't allow it. Nicole loved him eagerly, kissing him and stroking with her hands, but from the hips down all she could do was spread her thighs and welcome him home.




Nowhere But Up Ch. 01



They'd indulged in naughty talk and dirty games, of course, both before and after their wedding. Yet it never got out of hand. Now, as Evan relentlessly took and enjoyed her, possessive emotions and words filled his heart and head, some of them degrading before but now sounding like high praise, and each coinciding with a new whimper from Nicole as if she read them in his mind: Slut. Lover. Pornstar. Beauty. Fucktoy. Wife. Whore.

Mine.

Nicole's entire body shuddered as she fell into orgasm, coming hard and wordlessly begging Evan not to stop. He couldn't even consider such an awful thing, not with his own climax rumbling through his groin as Nicole came harder and harder. She coaxed his finish out of him, still coming helplessly herself as his cock blasted into her. His eyes fluttered open in that first spasm, in time to see her own open and tell him in no uncertain terms that she felt the rush inside her as he let loose.

He felt the spasms all through his groin and beyond, until even his shoulders and arms trembled and his legs felt like they might give out. Nicole came until he stopped, too, treating them both to the orgasm of their lives. Even the immediate afterglow was more blissful than any they'd experienced together.

"Thank you," she sniffed, kissing his neck and clinging to him weakly. "Thank you."

He held her possessively. He stayed buried in her, too. He wasn't done yet. He needed to do more. Much more. She stayed wet for him, too, and even seemed to coax him a bit with her hips when he stirred. Before now, they'd always needed at least a break. Now she wanted more, and he could give it. He picked his head off the pillow, looked at her, and shared with his wife a naughty, intimate grin.

He felt things from her. More than physical sensations. He felt her emotions, vaguely and without easy words but no less sincere than his own. This, too, he realized, was their contract at work. This was the formation of the bond.

She couldn't lie to him. Couldn't resist him. Her love, loyalty, her honesty and her devotion to his pleasure weren't promises. They were facts. She'd always loved him, he knew, but now he could feel his way deeper into that, and he felt those new desires and passions within her. He fell in love with her all over again, only this time, he did so in the deeply possessive way she now wanted.

"Mine," he told her.

"Yours," she agreed. A glint appeared in her eye. "Prove it. Use me." Their hips moved again, joining together in an indulgent rhythm as they resumed fucking. Once more, pleasure filled her voice. "I know I'm your wife. Prove I'm your fucking whore."

Evan rose up this time, claiming her hips with his hands and picking up the pace. Mixed fluids between them and inside her made lewd noises and a wet mess as their groins slapped together, but that only deepened their lust and illustrated their lack of inhibitions. He kept his eyes open this time to watch her breasts move and her mouth open in a round sign of bliss as he ravished her sex again.

Again, her orgasm preceded his. He kept fucking until his built, then thrust into her a few more times to release more of his semen into her. This time, though, he pulled out while still coming, quickly making even more of a mess of her bush and, with a few more powerful spurts, the rest of her sweat-slick body.

Nicole more than surrendered. She took his cock in her hands and kept pumping him out all over her belly, her chest, and her crotch. Her strokes continued after he finished, as did her hot, loving stare. With her other hand, she slid her fingers through his semen and then brought it to her lips. Her smile widened at the taste. "Mmh, wow," she cooed, "talk about sweet revenge."

He smiled broadly, almost blushing but he was already somewhat flushed. His eyes drifted from her, only for a moment, but then rested on the other stunning beauty in the room. One side of her mouth spread out in a taunting grin. Evan looked back to his wife underneath him and found the same.

He no longer doubted what Nicole wanted.

Evan leaned back, gesturing for Madelyne to join him on the bed. Madelyne came onto the bed on her knees, still covered in her silken robe. His wife slipped out of the way, careful not to spread the mess on her body over the sheets. He noticed as she brought more of his fluid to her mouth, even when she didn't know he was looking, plainly savoring the taste for more than just a show for his benefit. He grinned at that, but then he had other matters on his mind.

He rolled onto his back, watching as Madelyne crawled over to him. She looked on him with undisguised lust and desire as he settled in. The gorgeous brunette moved between his legs. "May I, master?" she asked.

He wasn't entirely sure of the slickest thing to say, but he went with his instinct: "Serve me."

Madelyne slipped her robe open and off slowly for his benefit. She was somewhat smaller and curvier than Nicole, her skin a little darker but every bit as flawless. Her round, perfect breasts seemed larger, but they may only have been bigger on her smaller frame. The strip of hair between her legs was thinner than his wife's and just as enticing. She was the most beautiful, sexually alluring woman he'd ever seen...just like his wife.

Already on her knees, Madelyne sank to her elbows to take up her position. Her eyes never left his as her fingers encircled his cock and brought it to her lips. "This is also a marriage," she vowed in a sultry voice before she welcomed her into her mouth. 

He moaned with pleasure as her lips and tongue slid all the way down along his long shaft. As before, his new size was no particular trouble. Evan's body went weak as so much pleasure enveloped his sensitive cock. Madelyne went down on him with masterful skill, passion, and no shame at all. Sometimes he saw her eyes looking back at his. Other times he saw her face fully turned into her sensuous work. He didn't know which made it better.

Fully enraptured, Evan lost track of time under Madelyne's service. The only break came when Nicole slid up against him, pressing her body against his side and indulging him in a long, deep kiss. He let out a groan as he realized he was about to come again. "Never hold back," Nicole counseled him, and then kissed him again until he let go into Madelyne's mouth. The brunette never let up on him, either, working him as he trembled and moaned into Nicole's kiss and shot down his new lover's throat.

She kept him in her mouth after he finished. Nicole broke off, letting him breathe. Evan shook, unable to move under all this pleasure, and also because he found himself exploring his partner's feelings once again. Madelyne was as honest as Nicole now, and as loyal. He knew that. They'd finished the bond here in this first coupling. He'd made her come, too. He'd done hardly anything to reciprocate, but the act of servicing him gave her more than enough in return. She simply came quieter than Nicole or Evan.

He trembled as he sympathized with her joy. For all Madelyne's cool sensuality, she was ecstatic. She adored him now that she'd bonded with him. The affection was real. As she'd expected, he was already kinder and warmer than her previous master. She knew he cared about her, now more than ever, looked forward to serving him more and enjoying him, and exploring his...

...and he realized she, too, could feel things through this bond. Could Nicole? So much interest. So much affection. Not love, exactly. Not yet.

"Nicole," he breathed. His eyes fluttered open, staring at the ceiling while his emotions still mingled with Madelyne's. The brunette kept pleasuring him with her mouth.

"Yes, baby?"

"I think...I think this is more than just sex," he confessed. "I don't—"

"Sshhh," Nicole counseled, kissing him again. "Whatever feels good. No conditions from me."

"But I feel so much. I might fall for her."

"Then fall for her," Nicole said. "She won't be the only one." He blinked, still captive under Madelyne's mouth and touch but able to look at his wife's eyes. He saw her smile. He realized that confessing this only made her feel better, and he remembered her explanation of the pleasures of the contract. "Of course you feel things. Sex is emotional. I'm not afraid. Be as vulnerable as you want. You're the master now. Always put your pleasure first. That's how this works for all of us."

He knew his orgasm sent Madelyne into heaven. He laid still, blissfully pumping into her and thrilling to her total submission, so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he barely knew how good it was for his servant, but the awareness was there.

He still wanted more when Madelyne finished, but not just her mouth. He needed her. Their eyes met again, and the older woman needed no other cues. She gave his cock one last savoring suck before releasing it, then crawled over him to slide her pussy along the length of his shaft and settle in for a kiss on his mouth. He didn't taste himself at all. Magic, he figured.

"Own me now," she whispered as she slid back down on his cock, taking him inside her at much the same slow, indulgent pace as his first penetrations of Nicole. Evan's hands slipped around her hips to her broad ass in a soft but territorial grip. She rocked back onto his groin, impaling herself on his cock to their mutual pleasure, and then began a long ride toward shared climax while treating him to the full view of her beauty. As before, he felt the same depths of desire, and the same willing submission. She invited him to revel in his power over her just as she enjoyed her surrender.

Nicole curled up beside her husband, stroking him affectionately as he enjoyed his first fuck with another woman in her full view. "Only the beginning, love," she whispered into his ear. "Only the beginning."

* * *

"I never felt so much before," said Madelyne, lounging naked against Evan's left side. Her hand roamed his body. "I knew the contract revealed things, but only in one direction," she explained softly, already wanting to avoid certain names. "This is different. So much more. It must be your humanity at work. You aren't a demon. Your emotions are easier to reach. You may be more sensitive, too."

"Mm-hmm," agreed Nicole, though her mouth was full. Curled up on Evan's right, her head bobbed up and down slowly at his groin. She wasn't trying to get him off. She only wanted to make him feel good. As if he didn't feel unbelievably good already. "I felt it the second time," she explained as she sat back up and then laid against his other side. "Then it faded a bit."

"Probably an adjustment period," Madelyne considered. "We're all a little overwhelmed right now."

"Will that always happen?" asked Evan.

"I don't think so," said Madelyne. "First time bonding might always go deep. After that, it'll probably depend on the moment. Sometimes sex is just sex. Sometimes it will be more. I imagine it depends on the situation. But now you know it can happen. You can feel things through the bonds. It'll be interesting to see exactly what."

"It's awesome," said Evan. He held them close, loving their naked, statuesque bodies against his. He knew it was partly ego, but they seemed interested in stroking that, too. "I hope we get that again, but even if we don't, sharing was amazing. Thank you."

"Thank you," Madelyne replied with a sultry note. "I'm already more than pleased for our future."

At that, Nicole stirred again against Evan, lying partly on his chest to look in his eyes. "Speaking of the future," she said. "No rush. Everything's up to you. But like I said, the others are waiting."

"Right. The others." Evan stirred. The two women slid off of him so he could sit upright against the headboard, propped up against its plentiful pillows. He could have so many women on this bed with him, he realized, but the naked pair that sat up to face him—in model-perfect poses, without even consciously trying, no less—each seemed like more than anyone could ask for, but here they were talking about more to come. "Is there a clock on that?"

"More like a calendar with plenty of room," said Madelyne. "You may take your time. There is no need to race. Fading happens over time. You don't need to rush, but it's good to remember the world still turns. People have lives outside of this house. Jobs, friends, even family. It made them more attractive as servants."

"Why?" Evan asked. "I mean, I'm glad they aren't drones, but what was Ted after?"

"Power," she shrugged. "He was all about lust and power and how the two intermingle. Sex as power, power leading to sex, the allure of power. He always wanted more wealth and power, particularly when it had any kind of sexual bent."

"Huh. I guess that explains his fashion company, right? They put out pretty sexy stuff." He turned to his wife. "Do you still work there?"

"I'm still on the books, but I haven't done actual work for them in a year. Mostly I've been doing 'work' for Ted. I was the new toy. And the new whore," she shrugged.

Evan shook his head. "I'm not going to be upset about whatever happened before. Especially now. You don't have to apologize or hide anything. Don't worry about what I might find out."

Her guilty look didn't quite go away, though now it became mixed with humor. "Okay, but I fucked a lot of guys," she teased.

Evan couldn't help but laugh. He'd never been big on jealousy before, but given their new bonds, he couldn't possibly feel insecure now. "No slut-shaming," he said. "Besides, I'm about to become a huge slut now myself, right?"

"Become?" Nicole joked. "Listen, remember who belongs to whom now. I'll still find other people attractive, but the bond means denying a guy out of loyalty is a way better rush than anything I could get from cheating. You set the terms. I'll obey. I'll want to obey."

Evan rolled his eyes, though he grinned, too. "This relationship keeps getting more and more one-sided."

"Says you. I mean maybe if we didn't have all this magic going on, sure, but we do. Like I said, it always finds my price. I feel completely compensated."

"Good to know." Evan smiled, kissed her lightly. "Sounds like we should get a move on with the rest of this, though. What do we do first? Any way to handle this?"

"It's worth discussing ahead of time," said Madelyne. "If only so you feel prepared. Also, you should know about the complications."

"What complications? Who are the others? Are they more like Nicole? Other peoples' spouses or whatever?"

"Some are married, yes, but that's hardly a complication to us," Madelyne said. "The concern is that not all of the succubi and incubi are here. As I said the night you came here, that was only the Tuesday night crowd. That was casual. A couple of his favorites are here, but this house sees a constant drift to keep playmates available.

"Ted had a wide variety of servants, and I've never met them all. Most had some value to him beyond sexual pleasure. Many walks of life, from Hollywood to business to considerable criminal connections. Even I don't know all the details. I know he could connect to prey in dreams and arrange contracts that way, too—full consent, but only subconscious memory and understanding. They didn't even necessarily know what they were. And, in turn, almost every succubus and incubus had other useful people wrapped around their fingers." 

Evan listened. His brow knit together in grave curiosity. "Madelyne, how many contracts are we talking about here?"

Madelyne slipped away, treating Evan to a great view of her naked ass as she moved to the edge of the bed on her hands and knees. He glanced at Nicole, whose expression said everything as she, too, watched the brunette move. It wasn't as if her transformation had turned her bisexual. She'd been that way all along. "Have you hit that yet?" he whispered.

"Couple times," she answered as they moved to follow the other woman. "Only under supervision."

"I think we can drop that restriction," Evan shrugged. "Go nuts."

Nicole's face lit up with excitement and gratitude, but Madelyne cut that short with an innocent question: "Did you say something?"

"Hm? Nothing," they both answered.

In between the bedroom and the huge bathroom lay a pair of walk-in closets to either side. Madelyne led the couple into one of them, where Evan saw lots of hanging suits and other clothes.

"So here's the complication," explained Madelyne. "During the fight, you wrecked both Ted's phone and his computer. We can handle the property and financial records. If there's one thing we can do, it's work the system. But I don't think we can get into his email or his phone contacts. He had all that tightly guarded. A very modern demon, I guess. Point being, I don't have contact information for everyone. And I can't identify every contract. You may need to go looking for some of his...your servants."

The brunette reached for a rack of shoes and swung it aside like a doorway, revealing a false back and a wall safe level with her hip. She dialed in the combination, then looked back to Evan and Nicole before she opened it and stepped aside. They saw some stacks of cash, a couple of small jewelry boxes, a few manila envelopes...and tall stacks of parchment.

"These are your contracts," said Madelyne, gesturing to the stacks.

Evan's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

Nicole slipped up around him, affectionately pressing her naked body against his side. She, too, was surprised. "Wow. That looks like a full-time job for you."



Nowhere But Up Ch. 02



Foreword: Going to be plenty of debauchery from here on out. Also lots of consent talk, because I find that hot. References to male-on-male sex are only conversational, btw; I want to acknowledge it without any shaming or put-downs in the story, but I won't be writing it 'cause it's just not my thing. It happens, but it won't happen for the protagonist, and it won't happen on screen. Hope that doesn't disappoint anyone.

Tags Up Front: fantasy sex, harem, consent, power fantasy, dominance, MFM, wife, group sex, romance, female submissive, magic.

*****

"I have everyone's contracts," said Madelyn as she came out of the closet with a stack of parchments in her hand. She wore her silk robe again. After a shower and a little time brushing her hair, she didn't look at all like someone who'd had a couple long bouts of soul-deep sex, though she certainly inspired the desire for more of the same. "Are you ready for this?"

"I don't know," said Evan. He sat on the carpeted platform that held the vast bed, dressed in a pair of black flannel pajama pants that Madelyn found for him somewhere. He didn't want to wear any of the clothes of the room's former occupant, and they wouldn't have fit him, anyway. His abs, chest and arms showed new definition, giving a visible reminder of his new power. His wife sat beside him, also in her robe and cleaned up like the other two, leaning against him affectionately. "Not really sure how someone gets ready for a thing like this."

"It's not like they know any better than you how to handle it," spoke up Nicole, draping one arm over his shoulders. "If they don't like it, it's their problem, not yours."

Evan rolled his eyes and smiled. "This is some crazy fascist talk, you realize."

"Yeah," his wife grinned, "but they all signed contracts with a demon. If they want to stay on the payroll, I don't think they get to be judgmental. Besides, nobody thinks this is normal society. This is a closed group."

"She's right," said Madelyne. "A closed group, and some of us closed off from each other. He created barriers between us so we would never know all his schemes. He never addressed us in groups, but that seems like the most practical course here." She knelt in front of him, putting the contracts down to gently touch his legs. He'd known her only a few hours, and already he had her complete loyalty, and her deepest affection. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Sort of? It's like I feel like I should be having them. Power corrupts and all that."

Nicole leaned in and kissed his neck. "You already have that power. This way you'll have willing people to share it with. They have to consent to stay. Remember what I told you, Evan. Give yourself permission. We'll be with you no matter what. So the question is..." Her lips pressed against his neck again. "...what do you want?" Another kiss. "There's nothing wrong with wanting it all."

He took and released a long, slow, deep breath, bathing in their nearness. Maybe they were seducing him, or enabling him, but he understood their sincerity, too. He knew they wouldn't lie to him. He gave himself permission. "What do I do if...if I want it all?"

"Then we want that, too," said Madelyne, her voice heavy with new arousal. She shook it off. "My advice? This isn't a normal relationship. You're not dating, you're not courting. These are bonds of magic and sexual servitude and dominance, and they're all still wired to enjoy submission. Forget modesty. Fuck modesty. Don't worry about tact. These women fucking want you, desperately, and if the men can't have you they still want to stay at the party. Be blunt, be lewd, and tell them explicitly that they will belong to you permanently. Go with the darkest, most selfish depths of your desires. Everyone here reveled in their servitude to a decadent creature. You're a compassionate man, and they'll cherish that when they find out, but right now you'll win much more interest by going dark than being gentle."

"I hear you," he nodded, and grinned a bit. "That may be the hottest advice I've ever heard."

"I'm eager to see you follow it," she assured him. "Own it, Evan. No sheepish grins. No need to blush. Own it, and own us."

"Can we catch up in a couple minutes?" Nicole asked Evan. "I'd really like a minute or two alone."

"Of course. Evan, you remember your options?" Madelyne reminded him. "You remember that even without a full claim of the contract, they cannot lie to you now?" He nodded. She quietly favored him with a smile. "I'll have everyone in the living room. Nicole knows the way." She took his offered hand for a brief, affectionate touch and then walked out.

"Okay," breathed Nicole, "if you don't fall for her, you're out of your mind and I don't even know you."

Evan laughed. "I've got it pretty bad for her already. How are you feeling about the rest of this?"

"Nervous," she smiled. "I must be nervous, because I feel fucking fantastic."

Evan blinked, then remembered what she told him about their bond and its compulsive pleasure. "If you want to talk it out more or back off—"

"No. No, I want this for you. For us. This is just inhibitions getting brought under control, y'know? In the best way," she admitted with fluttering eyes. "Normally it's a completely private pleasure, no matter how intense it gets. People can't even tell unless I want them to know."

"Do you ever get all the way to climax like that?"

She shook her head. "Sort of. I get off, but the real climax comes with actual sex. This is more like edging an orgasm, but longer and harder than normal women could.

"I wanted you to know this is good for me, too. The contract goes hard when I'm compelled to break a taboo. Practically any kind of taboo, even if I've done it before. Only I think it's all fresh again now that I have a new master. You coming all over me earlier was so good, but that was spontaneous. I've had a little while to anticipate all this. My sweet, loving, faithful husband is about to claim a pack of hot succubi as his mistresses. This will change our marriage forever. You're damn right I'm nervous, but holy fuck is this payoff already awesome."

She looked deeply into his eyes. "Don't be afraid to push me, Evan. I can say no. I promise you, if I have a real problem with something, I'll say no. Don't wait to ask if I'm okay with something. If I cooperate, it's not because I'm compromising or letting you run over me. You know me better than that, even now. But this isn't some scene we have to negotiate in advance. This is magic, and you're the master and me and Madelyne and everyone else who gives in to you is the willing servant. Assume consent with us. Every temptation, every perverted thought, from now on all I want you to say is 'fuck yes,' okay?"

"Deal. Anything else I should know?" he asked, grinning. "I mean who knows what could happen once we go down there, right?"

"I want to know what you want from me. Explicitly. As your wife and as your whore," she said with a fun, lusty smile. "Doesn't have to be now. But we need to have a solid talk about us going forward."

"Well, for now..." He leaned in closely. "I need a lot of enabling. I want to know you're turned on. I want you to give me plenty of attention. Don't be afraid to jump in when I'm with someone else. I'll let you know if I ever feel differently about it, but no matter what, you're still my wife."

"As you wish," she said. He caught the film reference instantly. For all the sex magic, for all the dominance and submission, they were still two geeks who fell in love in college. "Go dirtier."

"I want you to whore it up with the things you wear," he murmured. "Show off that body. Trophy wife stuff out in the world and either lingerie or nothing at all when we're here. Or whatever's in between. I want you to use that body against me like a weapon. I want an active, seductive lover or whore or whatever you feel like, but don't be passive. Understand?"

He kissed her, softly at first, but their kiss grew hungrier.

"As you wish," she repeated, trying to smother her giddiness at his instructions to maintain her sultry pose and mood.

"You know you've got me completely hard again, right?"

"Good," she said, reaching for his crotch and pulling his pajama pants down to release his stiff tool. She shifted to her knees between his legs before he knew it and promptly took him into her mouth for a few slow, indulgent strokes.

"Oh my god," Evan breathed. "Now?"

"Mmmmh," she answered before releasing him from her mouth, but her hand remained. "I'm not sure how a blowjob feels, but I'm pretty sure this is a taste of how you made me feel by giving me orders." She sucked on him again a little more, clearly enjoying it as much as he did. "And it's another way to say I love you."

He leaned his head back on the bed to savor her kiss. "I haven't gone down on you yet. We used to do that every time we had sex."

"We'll get there. I have it on good authority that I taste incredible," she said, her lips still brushing the head of his cock as she stared up at him innocently. "But we have someplace to be now, right?"

"You're just teasing me so I go down there extra horny."

Nicole grinned. "As you wish," she said again, and gave his cock one more deep-throated kiss. "Ready to start building your harem?"

"Fuck yes."

* * *

Nicole held his hand as she led him down the hallway. She still wore only her silk robe. He still wore only his nice black pajama pants, the bulge of his erection still pointing straight up but thankfully it wasn't the least bit awkward to walk. He glanced down at it once and noticed, again, his newly-visible sixpack abs and other nicely defined muscles. The power he'd absorbed did a lot for his body. The short walk did a lot for his peace of mind.

They didn't take a full tour of the house, but Evan was reminded of how big a place it was. He saw multiple comfortable bedrooms, all kept clean and neat. Through the windows, he saw trees, blue skies and fluffy white clouds. The door to the study was closed, but he paused to open it and look inside. Someone had swept up the debris, but he could still see traces of ash on the floor. It gave him a sense of closure. Nicole's smile and sparkling eyes promised much brighter days ahead.

The hallway opened up on one side to overlook a lush, spacious living room in mostly white. Evan paused at the corner to look down before anyone saw him or Nicole. His breath caught at the beauty and variety of the eight women in view: black, white, Asian and Latina, ranging from statuesque to innocently sexy and from just old enough for college to cougars. All were fully and stylishly dressed. No slumming it here. Evan also saw about five men; a couple wore suits, the rest wore slick business casual clothes. He distantly remembered his options again, but that seemed an afterthought compared to the diverse feminine beauty in view.

As he looked upon the women, new feelings stirred in his center, and at his groin. He felt no sensations exactly. He'd felt hard and ready when he and Nicole stepped out of the bedroom, but now he felt even more so. His cock felt harder, his balls heavier, yet all of it comfortable and compelling and potent. He felt powerful.

Down below, some nursed drinks. Some chatted softly. Others looked a little nervous. He saw Madelyne sitting in an upholstered chair, her back turned toward the staircase, contracts at hand on the end table beside her. She'd be at Evan's side the whole time. He already had her full loyalty. Her fate was settled and embraced. The rest...eight women, and they only represented a start.

Nicole squeezed his hand. He tore his eyes from the women below to find an unspoken question in his stunning wife's eyes. A thought flashed through his mind about how her contract could tempt and compel her, and he understood the feeling of power in his genitals. The contracts rewarded him, too, but in a different way suited to his role.

"They're already mine," he murmured, lighting up her eyes with interest. "I can feel it. A couple aren't sure, but the rest..." His doubts fell away. Nervous energy, he realized, was only controlled excitement. "They want this."

"You're ready?" she grinned.

"Fuck yes."

They descended the staircase. Quiet conversations ended. People set their drinks down. Many of them stood, though Madelyne stayed in her seat at a touch on her shoulder from Evan before he spoke.

"Thank you for waiting here," he began. "I know you're all anxious about what's happened. I know Madelyne and Nicole have gone back and forth with you, but even so, you should hear it directly from me: I'm Evan. I'm Nicole's husband. Ted ruined my life, so I tracked him down and I destroyed him. If any of you had a hand in what Ted did to Nicole and I, it's over. I'm not here for revenge on you. I know you were compelled, and couldn't act against him, anyway. He probably didn't give you the whole picture. I killed him to be free of him.

"I have practically nothing left after everything he did, so I'm taking everything he had. But I'm not Ted. I'm not going to try to be like Ted."

His audience watched quietly. He saw some concerned expressions, but others were harder to read. Still, that exhilarating feeling of decadent power at his groin continued. They're already mine, he thought with amazement. I can feel their consent. Their submission. Holy fuck.

"I need to get something out of the way right off the bat," Evan went on. His eyes swept the room. "I want complete honesty. If any of you have murdered anyone, raped anyone, or hurt any kids, tell me now. If you're active in any kind of slave trade, and I don't mean kinky seduction stuff, I want to know. Raise your hands."

He saw surprised looks before he saw hands. Only a few went up: three among the men, one among the women.

He looked to the latter first: an Asian woman, beautiful and poised and thin with her cleavage delightfully framed by a black bodice under a tight sportcoat and her shapely hips encased in a tight leather skirt leading to fishnet stockings. "What happened?" he asked her.

"My husband, before I signed the contract. He had an accident that wasn't accidental," she said, betraying a faint but sexy as hell accent. She seemed embarrassed to admit it in front of everyone, but she spoke steadily. "He was a gangster. He beat me. I couldn't escape."

He held up his hand to stop her gently. "No more, if you don't want. It's okay. No shame." He turned his eyes to the men. The secret, compelling feelings seemed to move away from his genitals when he looked at them, which made sense in a way, but he still felt that sense of power in his core. He looked at the first of the men, tall and black and about Evan's age but with a more muscular build, wearing black slacks and a stylish purple shirt. "What happened?" he asked.

"I was in a gang. Here in LA. My friend got shot. I did a drive by to pay 'em back."

Evan took in a deep breath. "Anyone else hurt?"

"No, man. I was careful. I don't hurt civilians. Never raped or sold nobody, either. That shit's fucked up."

"What's your name?"

"Jeremiah."

"That's all I need to know," Evan said with a shake of his head. "You?" he asked another man, this one also well-built, white but tan with a dark goatee.

"When you say 'rape,'" the other man began.

"Did you fuck anyone who didn't explicitly want it?" Evan snapped, no longer sounding so even-tempered.

"I guess, yeah," he said, less as a confession and more as a straight answer. "Before Ted. Our mojo don't work on people too stupid to want it, though. Didn't fuck anyone who didn't want it after the change. I couldn't. I did it before, though. A little. Can't now."

Evan's jaw set, but he held back his revulsion long enough to get information. "You can't?"

"Nah, man. Goes limp. Or dry for the women, I guess, whatever. They gotta actually want it." He shrugged. "Anyway, after I signed, I did whatever Ted wanted from me. Madelyne told you how it was."

"Yeah," Evan frowned. "Yeah, she did." He gave her only a brief glance, but she caught it instantly. He saw her fingers subtly pull one sheet of parchment partway out of the stack. She had no idea he'd start like this, but she read his intent.

"He had enemies," the other man went on. "People who got in his way. Pissed him off. Ted asked me to get rid of one now and again. I was only doing what I was told."

Evan's eyes turned to the last one, a handsome man in a full suit with slicked back brown hair. "You?"

"It was war," said the man with the faintest Southern accent. "The war of Northern Aggression. Then I moved west and had troubles with the savages. I know it's not politically correct these days, but slavery was accepted in those days. One had to do things to keep others in line."

"Non-combatants?"

"As I said, a different time. Taking women wasn't the scandal it is today. Not those women, anyway."

Evan looked to Madelyne again. "These two," he said. "Their contracts, please? You're sure it's these? Thank you," he added as Madelyne coolly handed them over. Without another word, Evan then looked squarely at the two men and tore their contracts right down the middle.

"Guuhh!" the Southerner cried out, staggering and clutching his chest, while the other reached forward and yelled out, "No!" Evan also heard several of the women gasp in surprise, but he kept his eyes on the pair.

Jeremiah grabbed the latter by the shoulder before he could move another step. "Nu-uh," he said.

Evan watched the changes sink in. In seconds, the Southerner went from a robust, healthy glow to looking like he was in the grips of a terrible flu. The other one quickly lost much of his energy, too. It was like seeing a before and after picture of a Hollywood make-up job being wiped away.

"Party's over for you. This is less than you deserve. Get the fuck out of my house and never come back," said Evan.

One whimpered. The other choked. "May I?" Jeremiah asked with a grin, holding one firmly and reaching out for the Southerner's suddenly frail arm.

"I'd appreciate it, thank you," said Evan. "Oh. They don't need their cars."

"I got you." With that, Jeremiah turned and hauled the two ailing men out the door. Another of the incubi followed him. Only one, a stunned, good-looking college kid, remained behind. Turning from him to the women again, Evan saw more shock, but also some hints of approval.

"I'm glad it was just them," said Evan, his expression and tone easing up but still holding confident. "We'll give the guys a minute before I go on." Again, no one spoke. He glanced down to Madelyne and quietly said, "Thank you."

He saw her one-sided grin again. "If you hadn't won my complete loyalty before," she murmured, "you just did."

He grinned back, then looked up to find Nicole's dazzled eyes close by. "I can't believe you just did that," she said. "I can't...wow."

"You don't look upset."

Wide-eyed, she shook her head. "I should be. I think the others might be. But I'm not, no. Just shocked." Her lips twitched with a grin. "And even hornier."

Her husband grinned back a bit as the other men returned. Jeremiah held up an automatic pistol, its slide back and its magazine removed. "Didn't think they needed this, either," he explained, offering the pieces to Evan.

"Thank you," he said, taking both. He pulled the frame apart and tossed one piece back up the stairs before setting the rest down on the end table with the contracts. Then he looked back to the rest of his audience.

"That's not who I want to be," said Evan. "I'm sorry that was melodramatic and shocking. I didn't do it to frighten you. I wanted you to know where we all stand. There are certain things I can't forgive. We can move on from the rest. From here on out, I won't hurt you. That much you can count on.




Nowhere But Up Ch. 02



"Everyone is free to go if they wish. I can't maintain the contract if you leave, but I won't tear it up or try to punish you. If you want to go, we'll make it as gentle as possible." He looked back to Jeremiah and the other two men. "And here's where things are different for you gentlemen. Would you mind waiting in...is there another room? I really feel like these are separate conversations."

"The front lounge," suggested Madelyne, looking to them. They nodded and left. She turned to Evan. "Down to the foyer and around to the left. Well out of earshot."

"Thanks," he said, pausing only until the men were around the corner. He turned his full attention on the diverse but universally beautiful and alluring women before him. Again, he felt that tiny sense of doubt from one, perhaps two, but for the rest the outcome was already certain. That made things no less exciting for him.

He remembered Madelyne's advice. The pleasure at his groin stirred to new heights as he came to his next words: "You are all welcome to stay and belong to me," he said, knowing that his listeners heard irresistible power and seduction in his voice. "Submit, and I will claim you, I will fuck you, and your contract goes on. You will keep your power, your beauty, all the rewards of the contract, only as my mistresses, my sluts, and if it comes naturally for us, my lovers. Embrace whatever happens. Give me your all. No inhibitions." He already saw scattered signs of arousal and need: chests rising and falling heavier here and there, a few faint grins, a couple pairs of eyes sparkling like Nicole's.

"I know you have lives outside this house. That's fine. I want you to have that, but the deal doesn't end at the property line. I want to enjoy you for who you are. I want your intelligence and your personality and your active participation in all this. I'm not interested in training anyone. No discipline stuff. I'm not into pain. But you're mine. Sexually, emotionally, all of it. I want your submission. I want you to enjoy it all to the fullest.

"I think you already know your decisions," he said. "I'll want them one at a time. I don't want to rush this. Think it over if you need." He glanced around again. He saw one unsure face: the dark-haired, thin, youthful beauty he'd pegged as a college student. "Is anyone reluctant, or wants to speak with me about it privately?" asked Evan. She tentatively raised her hand. Evan reached out his, then looked to Madelyne as the younger woman came to take his outstretched hand. "Is there another room?"

"This house is full of rooms," she smirked. "Down the hall, the way the men went, there's a guest bedroom on your left."

"Thanks." He glanced back at the others. "Nicole may have a few things to say here for those who want to stay." He grinned a little. "Oh, and for the record, my women are free to enjoy each other as much as they want. No restrictions. But you'll owe Nicole as much loyalty and submission as you owe me."

His hand still in the younger woman's, Evan looked over to Nicole's shocked, excited face. "Oh baby," she breathed gratefully. "I can't...you don't know what you just did."

"Yes, I do." He leaned in and kissed her. "I'm gonna go talk to this girl, and then probably deal with the guys. To be honest, I'm happy to drag this out all day and into the night, but find out if anyone needs to get out of here soon."

"So you can initiate them first?" Nicole grinned. "Stake your claim in them before they leave?"

"If that's how it's gotta be," he grinned back. "Also, tell 'em what you want out of them. Tell 'em what I said about what I want, too."

"Oh, so all that wasn't especially for me?" she teased.

"No," he said with a masterfully straight face. She gave him a pouty look, but he only grinned wider. "I guess this is your chance to decide how devoted you are to my pleasure over yours," he said, kissing her lightly again on the lips to silence her retort before he turned away.

He walked with the younger woman beside him, abandoning his earlier sexually-charged intensity for simple friendliness. "What's your name?"

"Harper," she answered. The sex appeal in her innocent, perky looks was incredible, but so was everyone else's sex appeal here. She wore a knee-length grey skirt and a light, white sweater that buttoned down the front.

"Tell me about yourself."

"I'm a second-year at UCLA. Local, too. I'm from Santa Monica. This is all really new to me. Like only a couple months."

"Gotcha," he said. The guest bedroom was much as he expected: a bookshelf, a dresser, a tall mirror along the walls, but the room was mainly arranged around a king-sized bed. None of that "queen-sized" nonsense here, Evan supposed. He sat Harper down on the foot of the bed and took up a seat in the plush chair immediately in front of her, tugging it a little closer. "Got a major yet?"

"Astronomy," she nodded. "I took a day off classes for all this. Normally I'm full-time, but that's still not every day, y'know?"

"Sure. Are you working, too?"

She bit her lip with adorable guilt. "Um. I was. Part-time bookstore stuff. Then I met Ted, and then I was...working for him, I guess. Once I signed the contract, he started paying for everything. Loans, housing, clothes, money for everything. He didn't have me doing his escort stuff, though. Not yet anyway. Except for Laura—the succubus who first met me—he had me all to himself, like your...er," she mumbled.

"Like my wife?" Evan asked, then smirked. "Turns out no, it probably just seemed like that. It's okay to talk about it. How'd you get roped in? The short version, if you don't want to talk about it."

Harper shrugged. "There was a party. An older friend brought me. She's the succubus I mentioned, but she's not here right now. I guess she was scouting me. First the party, then introducing me to Ted on a night out, then things got serious. I mean it was all scandalous and slutty but I felt like it was awesome, too, and then when they told me the truth and offered the contract, I didn't want to say no."

"I'm not judging or blaming," said Evan. "I'm here too, now. Just on the other end of it. But do you have regrets? Do you wish you hadn't signed?"

Her expression made her conflicting feelings plain, but she explained anyway. "I don't know. I mean in part I didn't know he was such a bastard and now I feel bad about that, but...I was really overweight and shy when Laura started in on me. Even after all this, I still feel shy. The arousal and the bond helped me get over that, so staying here in this house was just amazing, but I'm still adjusting. But I could never get the weight off before this. I'm scared of what will happen if I leave. Of a lot of things."

Evan shook his head. "Harper, I don't know what happens with your weight if we end the contract, but you can't let a thing like that be who you are. You're more than that. You always were. I don't even need to have known you before to know that. Nobody gets into UCLA for astronomy without some solid talent. Hell, I went to community college and then state," he added with a wink.

It made her giggle bashfully, which only increased her appeal. She was so deliciously vulnerable, but Evan didn't want to take advantage of her if she really wanted to leave. He wasn't exactly hurting for other opportunities. Even so, once again, he felt that incredibly good sense of power between his legs. He wondered how hard Harper's contract worked on her right now, too. "I know," she said, tugging on a lock of her hair. "I've just...always wanted to be pretty. I could never make it happen. And I've loved it since it happened. But you're right, I don't know if I'm letting that cloud my judgment."

"Listen, I can tell you not to worry about the money stuff if you leave," he said. "We'll take care of that. I don't know how much money there is yet, but there's obviously enough to get you through. If I can put someone through college with all this, then that seems like a worthwhile expense."

Her eyes lit up. "You mean it?"

"Wouldn't lie to you. I'm not a tease. Free ride, or as close as I can make happen."

She gasped. "I can't believe...I mean, after those two guys when you first walked in, I thought...I thought you were...seriously?"

"Hey, those two were obviously pretty bad men," Evan said. "But yes. Seriously. I can't do much about what happens when the contract fades, but I can do that."

"I don't know what to say. That actually makes my decision harder, now that I think about it."

"You don't have to decide today. I'm trying to move this along for everyone's peace of mind, but really if you need time? It's fine. You might want to not be here in the meantime, though. Might play with your feelings."

She bit her lip. "It's gonna be wall to wall sex here, isn't it?"

Evan nodded. "No reason to sugarcoat it."

"That sounds pretty sugarcoated the way it is," she joked. She stared at him for a moment. "What if I decide to stay?"

"Same deal," he said, feeling another surge of power in his loins, "but with everything I said out there. You'll belong to me. No limits."

"Like I belonged to Ted? Only you're a better guy."

"I'm a little reluctant to talk about it too much," Evan warned. "Again. Might cloud your judgment."

"It's okay." Her eyes stayed on him as desire clearly teased her inside, no matter how innocent she looked. "I have to consider both sides, don't I?" Hesitantly, she asked, "What about Laura?"

"She gets the same choice, whenever I meet her. Sooner or later."

"Huh. I don't see anyone else passing up. And you're willing to do so much for me, even if I go, but if I stay...how's a girl supposed to say no to that?"

"You might not want to live by someone else's rules. You might not want to be someone's whore," said Evan. "That's what we're talking about," he said, as much a promise as a warning. "I'll take care of you, but I'm going to use you like a wanton slut, Harper. I'll possess you. And you'll be one of many. You already know how some of that feels, don't you?"

She nodded. He felt her decision before asked one more shy question. "How do I submit?"

"You just did," said Evan, his gaze as smoldering hot as hers was vulnerable and willing. "Stand up for me here." She obeyed, bringing her even closer. "Take off that top." Again, she obeyed, revealing perky, round, youthful breasts encased in a lacy blue bra and a tight belly.

She dropped the top on the floor, watching Evan as he looked her over. "Can I touch you?" she asked softly.

"Yeah," he answered. "No rule against that." They reached out for each other, her hands tracing along his shoulders, arms and neck while his explored her belly and her hips. One of his hands slid down to her skirt, moving between her legs and stroking her crotch. She bucked a bit into the contact, wanting more and not at all resisting. She caressed him and gave no objection when he reached up to unclasp her bra in the front, releasing those beautiful tits that seemed to hardly need such support. Then she moaned as he ran his hands over them and gave a soft, entirely pleasing squeeze. "You're mine," he murmured. She grinned and moaned again. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she vowed.

"Good. I'm not in a mood to be gentle," he taunted, eliciting another noise of approval from her, but she didn't have long to get it out. Evan quickly found the zipper to her skirt, brought it down, and then all but yanked her skirt and lacy panties off, leaving her naked in front of him. Her eyes lit up with gleeful shock as he stood, pushed her back onto the bed, and shucked off his pajama pants. They could both see that his cock should have been genuinely dangerous to her petite frame, but they both knew the magic at work. Neither her need nor the powerful shaft pointing up from his groin could be denied.

Dazzled, Harper let out another groan as Evan stepped between her legs at the edge of the bed, bringing his shaft along her wet lips in an upward motion to coat the bottom side of his cock with her juices. The sensation sent Harper's eyes rolling with pleasure. "Ohmygod," she grunted, but had little time to process this pleasure as Evan held up her thighs at the knees, gyrated into position and then invaded her pussy with his dominating tool. Harper's head tilted back as her jaw opened and her mouth let out a silent scream of ecstasy as he sank into her. As before, with both Nicole and Madelyne, "almost too big" turned out to be exactly right for both partners.

He put one knee up onto the bed, then the other, shifting his grip from her thighs to her torso to lift some of her weight up off the bed. Evan skewered her with a second thrust hard enough to push her further up onto the bed, then a third, and soon knelt over her in a possessive missionary position. He gave Harper only a moment to look on his face in wonder before he started fucking her brains out. Her pussy tightly hugged his cock with every brutal thrust, saved from harm only by magic and an unnatural wetness that turned danger into animal rapture. The rest of her young body was soft and welcoming.

The bond set in quickly, almost missed in the rush of passion and need. They felt one another's warmth and eagerness. They immediately loved the scandalous gap in age and experience between them. Harper knew she could trust Evan; he knew she felt safe with him, no matter how dark his lusts, which only encouraged him to fuck her mercilessly. Her body could take it. More, her body invited it. So did her spirit. She gave in to his possession, rewarding them both with further arousal and pleasure.

Evan slowed just enough to let them both regain a little of their senses. Much as he wanted to continue this, he knew he had more to do today. This orgasm would be powerful, given the constant stirring of his earlier activities and those still ahead.

Though still completely thrilled by the thick shaft inside her, Harper looked up in awe. With their emotions still so naked and close to one another, she could sense some of his needs. Though she couldn't read his mind, she read the lustful feelings that came with his thoughts. Whatever he thought to do would take her further than she'd ever gone..and if nothing else, she empathically understood that the contract between them would reward her perversely for her cooperation. Her dark eyes met his. "Do it," she pleaded. "Use me!" Then she fell into helpless moans as he soon forced her to come hard. Her orgasm faded only just enough to bring her back to her senses as she felt Evan let go within her.

Passion, power and the rewards of Evan's side of the contract built him straight into another climax even as he filled his new concubine with come. Blissfully surrendering to his urges, Evan used her pussy to get himself past the point of no return even while still coming from the first, then pulled out as the second orgasm released. Evan blasted Harper's naked body, coating her in a release so good he could hardly keep his eyes open.

They both gasped and trembled as they came down from climax. Evan got his breath under control first, but it was Harper who broke the silence: "That was awesome," she said, and then looked down at her soaking white body with pride. "I'm yours," she said. "Oh fuck I'm yours."

"Yes, you are," Evan huffed. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna find a couple towels. You can lie there and look completely conquered if you want."

"Oh good. I can do that. I think I need to do that."

Thankfully, he found towels in the room. Evan wiped himself off, threw his pajama pants back on, and staggered toward the door feeling incredible, leaving Harper to recover at her own pace. The high of pleasure from sex hadn't abated; the rush of power spurred him on.

He opened the door to find his lovely wife and another woman, this one pale skinned with black hair, icy blue eyes and an impressive rack hidden in her robe and camisole. She stood close to Nicole, caressing his wife's body and nuzzling her neck. At first glance, Evan wondered if Nicole had brought her along to keep herself entertained while she waited on him.

"I take it Harper's staying?" Nicole taunted.

Busted but unworried, Evan grinned. "Yeah."

"Good," said Nicole with a proud, wicked grin. "Then it's unanimous." She gave Evan a moment to feel his heart thump with triumph and anticipation. Then she tilted her head to her companion. "This is Sophie," she said.

The other woman turned her eyes on Evan's as she slid away from Nicole, descended to her knees and gracefully but quickly pulled Evan's pants down. Before he knew it, his cock was in her mouth. "Oh, fuuuck," Evan groaned, his eyes fluttering. Sophie clearly had no problem at all with the taste of his come and Harper's. Instead, she took to cleaning him with her mouth.

He opened his eyes again to see Sophie looking up at him in clear subservience as she worked him, and Nicole looking down at his groin with playful disapproval. "Why are you even still wearing pants?"

The blowjob made it a little hard to speak. "Y-you want me to walk around naked?"

"Why wouldn't you? Everyone here belongs to you now. It's not like you need to be modest. Just the opposite, actually. You'll make us all hungrier if you taunt us with it."

Evan gasped again as Sophie's lips and tongue took him in again. He vaguely jerked his thumb down the hall. "Still gotta talk to the guys."

"Oh. Right. I can see how that'd be a thing for you. So listen, everyone has decided. If you're not going to seal every deal right away, though, a couple of the ladies do need to leave soon if you're okay with it. They have things to do. Shauna's an ER doctor, for example. Kinda needs to be at her shift."

Evan blinked. "Oh my god, seriously? Tell her to go. Any of 'em. They don't need to holy fuck she's really good at this," he grunted, tilting his head back.

Nicole pursed her lips and stood a little closer, gently putting one hand on Sophie's head. "We're all really good at this," she told him. "And Shauna and the others wanted you to know that you come first. That's how this works."

He let out a blissful breath and looked down at the woman on her knees for him. He reached down and stroked her raven hair with a grateful, adoring hand. "Do you need to leave soon, too? Is that why...this?"

Sophie hummed out an answer to tell him no, but Nicole explained. "Not at all. We're close, is all. Sophie here is observing the five second rule I gave everyone a few minutes ago." She waited for Evan to blink in silent questioning. "When in doubt, if your cock goes five seconds without being worshipped, fix the problem. You wanted attention. We're here to provide." His beautiful wife came in closer so he could feel her breasts on his arm and her breath on his neck. "To answer your earlier question: yes, I'm devoted to putting your pleasures first."

Nicole filled his surprised open mouth with a kiss while Sophie worked him. His heart pounded, now more from her sincerity and devotion than the mouth consuming his cock. He wanted to return the favor somehow. All of her favors, and her devotion.

A new thought occurred to him in his swirl of arousal and pleasure. He didn't know if he could go through with it. The first plan for dealing with the incubi might be better. But now, with Nicole giving him so much...again, he felt new power. New pleasure. Perhaps too much to refuse.

Evan gently guided Sophie to her feet. She pulled up his pants for him as she rose. "Thank you for having me," she told him in a sweet, sultry voice. Evan took her into his arms and kissed her, finding her body to be a little thicker than the others but no less desirable for it. His hands roamed and groped lewdly, to her clear delight. Her figure was perfect, just curvy rather than thin. And those eyes...

"Looking forward to it," he grinned back. Then he looked at his wife again as he slipped away. "Actually, could you go tell the others what I told Nicole? And then come back here and take care of Harper. She may need some tender care. Keep it between us." 




Nowhere But Up Ch. 02



Sophie quirked an intrigued eyebrow. "Yes, sir," she said and sauntered off. Evan's eyes followed her. That robe didn't quite cover the underside of her ass cheeks. He loved that. Then his eyes turned to Nicole's.

"How well do you know those guys?" he asked.

"Casually. No fucking, but we've all done it in the same rooms together. Plenty of mutual ogling. I mean, they are incubi. They've been gentlemen, except the two you bounced. Glad for that, actually. The rest? I like them well enough. Jeremiah's nice. Tough guy, totally from another world, but he's always good to me. Don't know the other two much." She paused. "Why? What are you thinking?"

Evan's heart kept beating heavily with arousal and anticipation. Now that he'd had the thought, he knew he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head. It didn't matter, he reminded himself. He was in charge. He could do whatever he wanted here. Everyone else was wired to like it. "Something along the lines of 'fuck yes,'" he said, then took her hand. "Come with me?"

"As you wish," Nicole winked.

They turned and walked to a nearby room where he heard the crack of pool balls against one another, knocked and then entered. The guys put their cuesticks down on the table and looked up quietly. "I'm sorry I don't have everyone's names already," said Evan. "Jeremiah, obviously, and...?"

"I'm Chuck," said the good-looking college kid.

"Gary," said the other. His coat and tie were gone now, and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up. He looked about Evan and Nicole's age, maybe a little older.

Evan spotted a tall, upholstered chair in one corner. He moved over to it, glancing at Nicole only once to see a smile of approval before he sat down in it. She stood beside him, one hand casually stroking his bare shoulders but otherwise saying nothing. She seemed to like this role, too.

"So here's the deal, gentlemen," he said. "I'm not into guys. Not even a little bit, not even after taking on whatever I did from Ted. I've got absolutely nothing against guys who are, though. Gay, bi, whichever is fine by me. But the first thing you need to know is that it's just not gonna happen with us."

He saw nods and shrugs. "It's cool," said Jeremiah. "We've got you. We know."

"You don't have to worry about us hitting on you," Gary assured him with a chuckle. "No more than you'd make a pass when you know you'd be shot down, right?"

"Oh, I understand," said Evan. "Like I said, it's fine. Wanted to make it explicit is all. Nothing against you. Just the way it is. There are work-arounds, though. So the question is whether or not you still want your contracts in effect, with all that means. If you want to go, you're free to go, and if you were dependent on Ted somehow I'll help you get free of that. I already made that offer once today. But if you stay, it's all still binding. You do what I say, and I might have a lot to say. Nicole, too. And you stay in contact."

"You belong to Evan," Nicole spoke up. "As much as the rest of us. Total loyalty, total submission."

Evan winced a bit, glancing up to her. "Trying not to be a tease here," he muttered.

"Oh," she grinned mildly. "I thought you were being sexist."

His eyes widened. He looked at Jeremiah, who only laughed. "Shit, you two really are married, ain't you? It's cool, Nicole," he assured her. "We know what it means. We signed before this, too. We get it."

"We still get to be what we are now?" asked Chuck. "Keep what we've got?"

"The effects of the contract, yes," said Evan. "The rest? It depends on what you've got. Madelyne tells me everyone has their own...I dunno, affairs, right? Booty calls, maybe girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever?" He saw nods. "I hate to presume you're doing anything bad, but I've heard a lot about Ted's networking. I'm not okay with just using people. Whoever you're with, be good to 'em. Be decent, and I don't mean you can't get freaky. I'll tell the women that, too, but I figure our conversation's gonna have a quicker turnaround here."

Gary smirked. "So, like before, but kinder and gentler?"

"Yeah, fair enough," said Evan. "I guess I should ask if there's anything you think I should know right off the bat about what you did for Ted, aside from the kinky stuff?"

"I got connections," Jeremiah told him. "Mostly gave Ted info. Got him some stuff. Little intimidation now and then, but nothin' heavy and nobody who wasn't dirty as hell, too. No drugs, no people."

"I'm an attorney with a firm in Century City," spoke up Gary. "Corporate stuff, mostly. I've helped Ted with some stuff before, but it wasn't connected to him. Nothing violent. Not even close."

Chuck just shrugged. "I play ball for SC. Mostly it's just been the sex stuff. Got a couple girlfriends that Ted wanted me to get with. Been keeping some older women happy for him. And I, uh, threw a game once 'cause Ted wanted me to."

"Aw, man," Jeremiah snorted. "That was you? Shit. Prob'ly cost me money."

"That's terrible, Chuck," Evan smirked. "Anyway. You can go if you want, no further questions asked. You can stay, too, but I can't promise you'll hear much from me. Or you might. I don't know. Right now I think it's a question of how little you'll get from me rather than how much, but I can't say."

"I'll stay," said Gary. "I'm not worried about what might happen later. This is too good a deal."

"Yeah. Yeah, me, too," said Chuck.

Jeremiah grinned. "I'm good. If it's no news is good news, I'm good. If it's more than that? I don't wanna freak you out, but I liked obeying," he said, looking and sounding nothing like a man who was anyone's bitch.

"Complete loyalty?" asked Nicole. "No limits? No restrictions?"

Again, the men merely nodded. Gary said, "I'm not too worried about what you might want from us."

Evan nodded. That sense of power, even without the sexual allure, was so good. And with Nicole here, he was still turned on, but only in another direction. Options and naughty thoughts teased at him. "Then it's done," he said. "Chuck, Gary: go see Madelyne. Tell her it's 'option A,' and that I'm also giving you both to her for today as a present. You'll do whatever she wants. She'll at least want you to eat her out, but do anything else she wants. Remember you're there to serve her, not the other way around unless that's how she wants it. When she's done, head out. Any questions?"

"No sir," Chuck replied brightly and immediately headed out.

Gary hesitated, glancing at Nicole and then Jeremiah, who shrugged. "It's not about this," Gary began, "but... I'm married," he explained. "Happily. My wife doesn't know about all this. We're good together. Great sex life. I'm an incubus, right?"

"Hey," said Evan, "if you want to be monogamous with your wife, we'll work it out."

"Ah, no," Gary said. "No, that's not what I want. See, my wife...she and Ted had a thing. She thinks he's my boss, which was basically true. Drove her wild. Good for us together, too. I mean I didn't mind at all as long as I get mine, and I do. I felt like it made up for a lot of this. She doesn't need to know he's dead, but obviously that's over now...but you'll be my boss now."

He pulled out his cellphone and called up a picture of her with a single swipe to show Evan. She was, indeed, an attractive woman. Evan felt stirrings of power and desire together, and he also felt Nicole's fingers gently slip behind his neck and stroke upward encouragingly, or maybe with approval.

"I'm not saying it has to be an elaborate humiliation thing," Gary went on.

"I'm going to fuck your wife, Gary," Evan cut him off flatly. Again, he felt another incredible surge of pleasure as he claimed his power. "I'm going to fuck her whenever I feel like it. All on my terms. I will tell you how it goes down and you'll help make it happen and not say a word to her, and I don't care if it's humiliating or not. I'm fucking her, Gary. Get used to it."

Gary grinned. "Alright, then," he said, looking not at all hurt. He turned to grab his coat and tie and then left to carry out Evan's wishes.

Jeremiah shook his head. "Y'know, long time ago, I'd have called him soft, but hell, this is all about getting off on giving in, right? Even for me."

"We're a sex-positive couple," Nicole replied, subtly pausing in her caresses to give Evan's shoulder an affectionate squeeze the other man wouldn't see.

"So I'm still here," said Jeremiah. "What's the plan for me, boss?"

"You backed me up right from the start," said Evan. "You didn't even know me, but when I tore up those contracts, you didn't blink. And I don't think it was your contract at work, was it?"

"Nah," Jeremiah shook his head. "I followed what you were sayin'. And you didn't judge me when I gave you some context. Truth is, I feel like shit about what I did, but you were cool. Kimiko, too. But the terms you laid down? The shit those guys talked? Man, they never talked like that around me. We were cool. Then you got that out of 'em. I figured you were gonna let all us guys go altogether, but even so, I thought what you did there was righteous. I know the difference between that and the kinky feels." 

"That's why I wanted you to hang back," Evan told him, then turned his eyes up to Nicole. If she saw this coming, she gave no hint at all as she looked back at her husband. "I think it's been more than five seconds by now," he pointed out coolly.

Her lip twitched with arousal. She sank low beside the chair. He stopped her. "In front of me," he said. "You'll have to bend over."

Her eyes widened. Now she understood completely. Nicole did as he instructed, and with her back to Jeremiah, she mouthed out the words, "Oh fuck yes," before she slipped his pajama pants down and licked along his shaft. Evan didn't look up, watching her until she claimed his whole length in her mouth with a hungry kiss.

He let her suck him off for a few seconds in silence before he spoke. "Things have been all about me since I woke up today," he said, managing to maintain a more or less level voice for now. "Can't say this will happen again, but..." Rather than looking up at the other man, Evan watched the submissive excitement in his cock-sucking wife's eyes as he sat forward just enough to reach the dangling tie of her silk robe and pull it loose. Then he sat back. "Think she deserves some special treatment, too."

Nicole sucked harder and more lovingly. Evan's eyes fluttered. He knew Jeremiah was behind her, turned just to the side, looking down at her. "Damn, she is fine," he agreed. "This, uh...this ain't some racial shit, is it?"

"What?" Evan managed. Now he was breathing heavy, overwhelmed by the rush of power and the loving mouth that gave him somewhere to focus it. "Not for me, buhhhut...if that's...good for you, y'know? I don't cahhhhare."

"We cool, Nicole?"

"Mm-hhmmmmmh," came her weak but enthusiastic answer. Evan saw only love and wanton lust in her eyes before his own fluttered closed. Somewhere, he heard the clink of a belt buckle and some rustling of clothes, but he didn't care about any of it until Nicole let out a new moan of arousal with her mouth and throat still full of his dick. He looked and saw Jeremiah behind her, naked now, bent over with his hand between the cheeks of her ass to probe her wetness. Then he knelt and put his mouth there, giving Nicole his full attention until she came to her first orgasm.

The other man rose again. He stepped into position, dragging his cock between Nicole's legs to prep both himself and her. Evan's wife and her other partner let out new groans as he sank into her pussy, pushing her up a little on Evan's groin. "I submit," Jeremiah declared breathlessly.

Evan relaxed and enjoyed. Nicole moaned and sucked as she was plowed from behind, never too hard to create a problem for her service of her husband but more than enough to leave her carried away with lust. Evan felt that much from her emotions. He felt her love, but more than that he felt ravenous lust.

Soon, the bucking changed. Jeremiah held her hips steady while increasing his pace, effectively isolating her backside so he wouldn't drive her head into Evan's stomach as he fucked harder. Nicole gasped and eased up on her fellatio as she was driven to orgasm, then renewed it fiercely as Jeremiah's strokes slowed and deepened and he gave out loud moans. Evan came, too, finding that despite the distractions at her backside, Nicole had no problem consuming his release.

A groaning afterglow left Jeremiah on the floor and Nicole relaxing into Evan's lap. The married couple recovered first. Evan found his pajama pants. Nicole collected her robe and put it back on. As the two left, she paused to bend over and give the other man the briefest peck on the lips. "Thank you," she smiled before she and Evan walked out hand in hand.

* * *

Elizabeth became his that night. The Latina rode him in the center of his huge bed, the highlights in her brown hair catching the light as she rocked against him. A black bodice framed her killer figure, leaving her luscious breasts exposed. Black gloves ran up over her elbows. Garters drew the eyes to her pussy—now mounted on his cock—and black fishnet stockings encased the legs that now straddled him.

He'd found her there on the bed when he and Nicole arrived, laid out like a centerfold and beckoning to him. Nicole wordlessly kissed her husband and went off for a long bath. Evan made another beautiful woman his mistress.

The connection wasn't so emotional this time. She liked him, surely, and with his cock buried in her she wordlessly swore her loyalty and submission, but their affection was light. Their desire, though, was all the heavier because of that. They didn't want to be lovers. They wanted to be possessor and possessed. They wanted to fuck.

Their first coupling made her a servant. The second left her addicted to his power. Evan sucked on her breasts and let her hips do the rest. They rode to a third shared orgasm of senseless moans and spasming muscles before she collapsed on him, spent and enslaved and so very grateful.

There would be more. So many more. And yet he wanted so much more of those he already had.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" he murmured.

"If you want me, yes," she breathed.

"Only if it's not a conflict," he told her. "I'm not going anywhere. And I have a lot to do."

"Then maybe," she smiled. "Maybe."

She turned his head to one side to kiss his neck and nibble at his ear. His eyes opened to find Nicole seated in a chair, nude and refreshed, with one hand languidly moving over her blonde pussy between her spread legs. Evan saw patient arousal in her eyes. "How long have you been there?" he asked.

"I honestly don't know," she answered. "But I'll stay here until you're done."

Evan looked up at Elizabeth, ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her, and shared a look of understanding with his new conquest. The hot Latina slipped off of him and slinked away along the bed. "Thank you," she said, first to Evan and again to Nicole. She picked up a black silk robe from a chair and strode out of the bedroom in full pride of what she'd just become.

"You could've kept going," offered Nicole. She sounded serene.

He smiled, still flat on his back. "I want to sleep with you tonight," he told her. "But I should get cleaned up, too."

"Not yet," she said, rising and then crawling to him across the bed on all fours. "Maybe it's dirty, but I like the taste of other women on you. I like the smell. At least, I like it tonight." She slipped her body up against his, kissing him deeply and then nuzzling him with hot desire on her breath. "Smells like power."

They lay together with just enough space to look at one another's bodies with desire and appreciation, reaching out to caress and kiss rather than spooning or cuddling. "Nicole, when the contract starts working on you," Evan asked, "you said it feels like persuasion? Do you feel weak?"

She nodded. "I feel like I'm giving in, yes. The pleasure makes me feel weaker, and the weakness makes me feel more pleasure."

"I feel something different," said Evan. "It's seductive and persuasive and all that, but I feel power. It's fucking amazing."

She listened with interest, though the intimate moment kept their voices quiet. "That makes sense," she said. "It's all about submission and dominance. You're the dom." Her lustful grin returned. "Makes me hot knowing that. Makes all this hotter."

"I know. Little worried I'll go overboard, though."

"I'll think it's hot." Her hand drifted to his cock, stroking it fondly. Her eyes casually alternated between looking back at his and looking at his tool. "Like I said, you've got adult consent. Anything else? Break those taboos. Break them and enjoy it." 

"Broke a couple today," he chuckled.

"Yeah, we did. That was so sweet of you to give me another guy, Evan. That wasn't my first threesome, but it was my first with my husband. It was dirty and hot and I felt like a complete slut, and it was also sweet to give me that. And what you gave Madelyne, too." She paused. "Why'd you do it?"

"I wanted this to be over the top for you, too. Maybe it'll happen again. Maybe not. I don't know how comfortable I am about it. No regrets about today, that was awesome, but in the future?" he shrugged. "I'm torn between being your only man and letting you and the others have those guys as stunt cocks. Or letting you all run wild altogether."

She shook her head. "Whatever you decide. Even if it's back and forth."

"Yeah, I know," he agreed, grinning. "That's what makes it feel okay. I'm not worried about losing you. Hell, sharing you only made me feel more possessive." His hand drifted between her legs as she kept stroking him. Fingers found their way to her lips, finding them readily wet as she always seemed to be. Nicole's breath deepened in appreciation, but the couple seemed less inclined to get frenzied right now. This was all just intimate affection.

"I felt that way about it," smiled Nicole. "I'm yours to use. I also feel privileged. That was so hot. Y'know, though, what was just as hot was you saying you'd fuck Gary's wife. That was only words, but the way you decided it? No checking with me, no negotiating with him. Bam. She's your bitch now. Good as done. That turned me on.

"You're not limited to contracts and succubi. You just have to be gentler with normal people. Play by the regular rules. But for people like us, that's so easy. I hope you do his wife and more. I hope you do a lot of that."

"Oh, I don't think I can resist now. Not anymore. But I hope we can still be husband and wife sometimes, too. Quiet moments. Shopping. Go out like normal people. Even if I've got this huge urge to fuck you in public like a whore in heat."

Her eyes sparkled. "All of the above," she said. "You dominate me now. It's hotter than anything I've ever had. And I've got my sweet husband back, too."

"You never really lost him," said Evan. He rolled away from her, pulling his cell phone from the nightstand. He cuddled up to her again, opening up the photo album and flipping through to a pic from several months ago.

She recognized the gas station, the scrub plants along dry hills and the sign for the 5 Freeway. She also recognized the unshaven, good-looking man in the selfie. His cardboard sign read, "Asshole demons made off with my wife. Please aid my quest."

Nicole laughed. "You didn't!"

"Hey, I picked up a lot of money with that sign."

She giggled more, though tears came to her eyes. She covered her mouth. "You never gave up on me."

"Hey now. You're not my damsel in distress. Remember?"

"No," she sniffled. "But I'm all yours."