I thought it over, and I was sorely tempted to tell her the truth - even if I played it off as a joke. My demonic side had other ideas. It made a quick, dirty, but surprisingly good argument: I needed Janice to be cool, and, in another sense - the sexual sense - she'd just gone out of her way to insist that she was cool. I'd just fucked a woman into being my personal research assistant, so why not fuck another one so that I had my own personal occult library?
I looked at Janice - really looked at her, finally - and began to convert my mana into my demonic aura and project it outward. I stood up to face her directly. I let my muscles casually flex and ripple.
"Well," I said, "Rayna and Ash... and Ella... all say that I'm good with my tongue." I laid on the confidence that I'd never had in high school. I hadn't actually decided to fuck Janice, but as soon as I'd committed to using my demonic powers, that confidence suddenly came so easily. I knew for a fact that I was good at this stuff. I knew that, if I chose to, I could back up any sexual boast I made. I was no Louis.
"Really?" she asked. Her nipples were already showing through her shirt.
I took a step closer to her so she could catch an even stronger dose of my aura. It was always strongest closest to my body - probably my cock, though I hadn't taken out the tape measure to test that theory. I had taken it out, just not for that.
"They do," I answered with a nod. "Personally, I think it's a very important skill for every guy to develop - well, every guy who's interested in girls, at least."
"And why is that, Mr. Don Juan?" she asked. She was trying to be coy again, but her breathing was more labored, and her once-pale cheeks were getting pink, on their way to red.
"Because it can lower a woman's defenses."
"How so?" she asked.
"I'll show you."
Faster than the wind, I claimed her lips as my own. My tongue slid into her mouth, and, for one long, slow minute, I gave her a tiny taste of what my tongue was capable of. I'd been getting a lot more practice since Rayna had come into my life, and some much-needed pointers. She'd showed me the nuts and bolts of how to properly kiss a woman, but also how to lean on my demonic instincts, and weave foreplay together with my power. Even without my demonic aura in play, I'd discovered a sixth sense. I could quickly figure out exactly what each individual woman liked best, sexually. They didn't have to tell me with words. They barely had to tell me at all. I could feel it, even if they didn't want me to.
Granted, it was becoming a rare thing indeed for a woman to not want me to.
All bets were off with Rayna. She was a sex demon, so naturally, she basically loved all sex, as long as the person doing it wasn't an incompetent buffoon.
Ella, I'd discovered, liked it rough, but also craved connection. She needed a big, strong man to tell her that she was special and wonderful and sexy, and then bend her over and pound her like a rental, while holding her close and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The big twist with her, as I'd seen over and over again, was her competitive streak. It could turn a great sexual experience into an amazing one for her - the feeling that she'd fought hard and
won
something, or that she'd pushed herself past her limits, like a runner who blew out both their knees to beat a world record by a fraction of a second. It was something I knew I had to keep an eye on, because I wasn't actually interested in destroying her body.
My mother also needed a strong man who took charge and got what he wanted; to be perfectly honest, I didn't give a shit about how her emotional needs intersected with her sexual ones. I could've sussed it out, but I just hadn't bothered.
Azura - Ash, I had to keep reminding myself - was like Ella on steroids. She wanted to be constantly showered with affection and encouragement. She was desperate for every kind of love, having had it ripped away from her at such an early age. But she also wanted to be fucked to death almost constantly by an out-and-out sex demon. Given how resilient her body was compared to a human's, it had occurred to me that maybe her love of ultra-violent sex was just her body's baseline - like if she and Ella both loved spicy foods, but Ash's tolerance for them was so much higher that she had to eat those crazy ghost peppers or whatever just to get the same thrill.
Sophia, well... Sophia was interesting. Her sexual interest was pure. I hadn't even put together the words or metaphors for it yet. She was like a weird, emotionally-muted, human version of Rayna. She wasn't playful or coy. She didn't care about romance or seduction. She definitely didn't get a thrill from being somebody's slave or bitch. Still, she craved sexual pleasure and sexual release. I actually felt bad for her, that her natural biology had made it so difficult for her to experience it. I was happy that my demonic power had sidestepped it so easily.
As I probed Janice's mouth with my tongue, I felt like I was probing the very depths of her soul. I opened myself up, listening to what my sixth sense had to say.
It told me that she also wanted a strong, dominant male lover, but the similarities with Ella and Ash ended there. Janice wanted to be used, with little to no regard for her pleasure. She wanted a bull - a sex-crazed animal that didn't give a single fuck about the cow underneath it, except as a hole for its cock and a receptacle for its cum.
To be honest, that seemed a little weird to me, but I decided to trust my sixth sense. I forced Janice into one of the shelves, and I didn't get a peep of protest. I felt no anger or indignation. Instead, I felt her pussy instantly turn into a swamp as her pungent smell started to fill my nostrils. My cock strained against my jeans in response. The urge to take her doubled - no, tripled.
Normally I would try to be considerate of my lovers and my surroundings, but my sixth sense all but assured me that Janice wanted to be disregarded - to be treated like a living sex toy, and used roughly, at that. I was sure that she would love it if I ripped off her clothes, bent her over, and shoved my entire cock into her with no foreplay and no lube. It was very tempting, but I heard the girls coming back from the back room. Mustering up all of my willpower; I suppressed my demonic side and parted from Janice.
"So, are your defenses lowered?" I asked Janice in a husky voice before the girls came over to us.
"Fuck me," she said - in surprise, but I was sure I'd earned a standing invitation. I only smiled at that, then I quickly turned around to see Azura's - Ash's - new attire.
"Hey Max, I hope you like what you see," Rayna said. She smiled at me as she did her best P.T. Barnum pose, backing up to one side to present the big reveal.
Ash teetered out wearing a very sexy french maid outfit that was two sizes too small for her. The maid cap still worked, and looked very cute on her blonde, blue-tipped locks. After that, though, things got crazy. The outfit's corset was straining against her gigantic tits. It did make them look like they were overflowing out of the top, which was very sexy, and it also squeezed them together. The line between them was incredibly dark; it looked like a narrow crevasse that you drop something down and lose forever. On top of that, her slave crest was on prominent display, starkly contrasted against her lovely, tanned skin, and that filled my demonic half with smug satisfaction.
She still wore the dog collar around her neck, and that changed the tone of the entire outfit. Without it, it could have been cute, in a lewd, over-the-top kind of way. With it, Ash indisputably looked like a sex slave, dressed up in a fetish outfit for her master's pleasure.
When I was finally able to lower my eyes from her top half, I noticed again that the corset was struggling to keep everything contained. Her breasts were leveraging sheer mass and volume. Her stomach was flat as anything, but her abdominal muscles were clearly applying a ton of force per square inch on the poor, abused leather. I was legitimately worried the entire outfit was going to tear apart and fly off her. I supposed I should take in the rest of the sight before it did.
The skirt and petticoat were clearly not tailored for someone so tall, or for someone with such a well-formed and shapely ass. They rode high upon her legs, well above mid-thigh, to the point where they deserved to be called a fancy miniskirt more than anything else, even with all the puffiness. That made all of the stockings, and even most of the garter belt, visible, though, which was also sexy as hell. The black, sheer fabric was like paint on her toned legs, and I liked it a lot.
Completing the ensemble was a pair of 4-inch black platform pump high heels. With their added height, Ash was taller than me.
"Damn," Janice called out wolfishly. "I knew the outfit would look good, but... damn!"
Her outburst took me by surprise. Usually, after I put the moves on a girl, they were a complete, bumbling mess. At first, I thought I dreamt the whole thing, but one quick whiff from my heightened senses told me she was still incredibly aroused. I guessed that Janice had more practice at acting normal after getting aroused than anyone else I knew - well, except for Rayna. Again, it felt unfair to compare a human to a literal sex demon.
"Ya, you look great," I barked out, trying to get my mind to catch up.
"See?" Rayna said to Ash. "I told you he would like it." She gave the hellhound a big smile.
Ash had looked very shy until I'd voiced my opinion. It certainly wasn't because the clothes were revealing; I instantly recalled her gladiator armor and her general confusion at why non-combat clothing was necessary at all. It was just because it was so unfamiliar. Once I had, though, the transformation had been extreme, and instant.
