(Pt4 contains, eventually, debatable and non-debatable NC, anal, both male and female gay sex, gender transformation, femdom, pegging, bondage, urophagia, and incest. Reader discretion is appreciated. Thank you for your interest.)
Chapter 01
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Things were tight.
"That's it, right there master," Memi the slender, albino succubus said.
"No fair, I want him too!" Satilli, the willowy, pink-haired incubus whined.
"Hehe, as long as I'm in here somewhere, I guess," Laura, the voluptuous, blonde human said.
When Harry had first bought the bed, it was intended for one not so tall person to sleep on comfortably. Then Memi came into his life and although the bed was still only designed for the one, she tended to glom closely enough all night that the two of them only took up slightly more space than one. And when Laura had come over to spend time with them, she and Harry had managed, with difficulty, to sandwich Memirellin into a delighted jelly between them, but someone's ass was destined to hang out into the air.
And only now were they contending with the addition of Satilli to the whole. In fact, this twin-sized mattress had been capable of taking in any three of them, but now Memi and Satilli were made to squirm for the dubious honor of lying directly atop Harry's chest.
"Master would like me in his arms, know your place and be contented snuggling up to her breasts," Memi said, grabbing one of Laura's tits over the woman's negligee and jiggling her to some pleased squealing but no protest. "You need not return each night either, or has my mother ceased providing board for her apprentices?"
Satilli pouted, snuggling her fluffy, pink head deeper into the pit of Harry's shoulder where she could not be pried out. "This is the place of the girlfriend, is it not? Why don't you instead take your place curled up at the foot of the bed like a proper familiar? Shouldn't you be content to warm your belly with your master's feet?"
"Guys, please..." Harry said and was ardently ignored by all but Laura, who shrugged.
"Better yet," Memi snarled, "why not take this opportunity to walk the streets for prey, as your kind do? Haven't you been shirking your training to come here and suck up to my master?"
"I'll have you know that I haven't let anyone but him and you use my pussy!" Satilli said a little too loudly; hopefully the neighbors were already asleep. "And I've only been fucking other people with my penis. And I even brush my teeth before I come to see my boyfriend, so it's not even an issue. Mistress even said it was alright."
"I'm fine with going home for the night if it's going to be a problem," Laura said.
Fed up, Harry rose to a sitting position, dumping the arguing women onto their asses at the foot of the bed. "No, it's too late to ask you to do that. Memi, Satilli, find a way to agree with one another on this in the next five minutes or I'm going to sleep on the couch for the night, and neither of you are allowed to come with."
"Nonsense, this is your bed, master," Memi said.
"No fair! We haven't even had sex yet today, so you owe me some cuddling!" Satilli said.
"Am I allowed to join you?" Laura, surprisingly, said.
Harry scratched his head. Life never used to throw up scenarios like this unless he was playing one of his dating games, something which hadn't successfully prepared him for the real thing. And why would it? How many people in the modern world had to manage balancing a harem of all things!? "What do you mean we haven't, Satilli? That was you this morning, right, in the shower?"
She rolled her eyes. "That hardly counts. All I did was rub one out of you for breakfast, and then Memirellin stole half of it from me!"
"Wait, that was why you two were kissing afterward?"
Memi cocked her head. "This sneak thief was trying to get away with swallowing the first load of the day all by herself. I was lucky she chose to savor it on her tongue or it would have taken more than a kiss to get it back. So don't you think I deserve this spot more than she does?"
Laura said, "I mean, it's not like I'm not in the mood to get some before bed..."
"No, I've got finals for the term coming up, so I really have to sleep." Harry Threw his head back into his pillow and pointedly clamped his eyes shut. "Just do rock-paper-scissors, alright? No, you know what, that's an order, Memi."
If she was disappointed by the resolution, she didn't show it. "As you wish, my master."
Half a minute later, Harry had in his arms the slight of frame Satilli and Memi had taken the less favorable position clinging to his back. Then there was Laura, who had balanced herself against the wall so she could hold Memi back into her squishy curves. The constant risk of losing Satilli and having her crash to the floor didn't make for a very restful sleep, but Harry was exhausted enough from the tests he had already spent days taking that he was able to rest his chin on top of the girl's soft, pink head and eventually drifted off to sleep.
...
And then he was poolside in trunks and sunglasses, warm sun on his skin and a fluorescent, blue drink in his hand. There was the sound of sloshing to his side, people enjoying this wonderful summer day to its fullest, as well as the yelps and squeals of some girls who had thought to bring a beach ball and were bouncing it between themselves just out of view. That wasn't the only thing bouncing just on the edge of vision, lots of small, tight fabric barely concealing soft, squishy flesh, but Harry sat back in his pool chair and stared up into the sky; there would always be more time to ogle later.
His view of the blue sky was darkened and bright pink replaced it, Satilli's smiling face lowering down to give him a chaste smooch on the cheek before coming around and taking the chair beside his. She went into a feline stretch in the sun, bowing the expanse of taut belly between her bright red bikini top and the flower-patterned sarong tied around her slender waist. Her yawn gave a peek at tiny, cute fangs and she lay on her side, glistening eyes regarding Harry with expectation.
"Isn't this nice, just the two of us? All the time in the world to relax, talk, do some flirting~" she said, reaching across the distance between them to stroke his arm with her fingertips, sending tingles up his spine.
"You bet," Harry said, then downed the remainder of his sour, fruity drink. The warm headiness of alcohol spread from his stomach, infusing his feeling of the day with wistful enjoyment. "But I think you're biding your time for the hotel room later. Am I right?"
Again, Satilli showed fang in her smile and she licked her lips. "You are my boyfriend after all... Say the word and we can start whenever."
He laughed a little, felt his eyes drawn to linger across her smooth, pale, pink-white skin with the knowledge that beneath that near gossamer layer of fabric she wore was a pair of firm, swollen nipples just begging to be teased. The male reflex was prodding his mind, the tip of his cock pressing more and more firmly into the lining of his trunks, but this wasn't really the time or the place to indulge. But the feeling was insistent and before long he had taken Satilli by the hand and drawn her to sit in his lap, her knee spreading his legs apart, her soft, sun-warmed thigh pressing against his hardening cock, and her slender body conforming to his.
"I wanna do it right here," Satilli whispered into his neck, punctuating her desire with a nibble and a roll of her hips, dragging her thigh up and down against his groin.
"Hon, there are people right over there," he said, but his fingers were already in the process of undoing the knot of her sarong, letting it fall off her hips and revealing the other half of her g-string bikini. With the knots he felt on each thigh, he knew right away it would only take a few not so firm tugs to have a nude girl in his arms. She'd always intended to devour him at the earliest moment he allowed her.
Satilli cupped his cheeks in her hands, came in for a deeper kiss. She parted his lips with her tongue, moved hungrily against him, her entire body rolling against him with each surge of her lips. When she did come off, she had a dreamy look in her eyes and a trickle of their intermixed drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. One hand behind her back, she deftly undid the knot holding her top on and let it fall from her small, firm breasts.
"I don't care," she said. "Let them watch and see what love is."
Mildly out of breath, Harry sat up forcefully with Satilli held tight in his arms, kissed her nipples before putting one of the little, pink candies between his teeth and nibbling her. Moans from above encouraged him almost as much as her hips did, Satilli threw her legs around his waist and slowly went up and down his ready, throbbing shaft. Her pleasured moans were music to his ears as he ground his teeth against her nipple, taking the other between two fingers so it wouldn't feel left out of the fun.
Her back arched and Harry could feel her heart racing against his cheek. He only wished he had chosen a method of teasing which would let him see her expression of being drunk with pleasure. With his free hand, he reached around to pet her fluffy, pink head, then began the long, slow journey trailing his fingertips along her spine, the tickling sensation doing almost as much to her as his nibbling, down and down her arched back to her pert ass, given a little smack, and at last to the knot of her bottoms.
One tug later, Satilli's puffy, shaved mound emerged from behind the inadequate cloth.
She felt so hot in the palm of his hand as he reached in between her thighs, flitting a fingertip across her shy clit and sipping her tiny moan from their kiss. She was already becoming slick, of course the lusty girl was, and she humped herself against his hand, spreading her juices along his skin.
Satilli paused their kiss to trail the tip of her tongue across his cheek and kiss his earlobe. "Is this good enough for you?" she said, taking his hand from between her thighs and bringing it up between them, bending in to suck her own taste off his fingers and play her tongue along his palm. "Don't you wanna get those stupid trunks off and eat the main course?"
