***The World***

***Ascathon***

“What the hell is this place?” Seria whispers as soon as she catches up to me after leaving the guardroom.

“It’s Castle P.o.P., owned by Mistress Ashley and her forty-one daughters,” I explain. “A while ago I reincarnated in this dimension, and since I became a god I remembered and now I am paying visits from time to time. But the time dilation between this dimension and the one we call home makes it a real hassle.”

Seria gasps. “You reincarnated in a place like this?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. The people here are really powerful and their bodies are essentially immortal. Some of them can even open gateways to other dimensions, but they lack the spark of godhood that allows them to use the pathways for travel. I think it has something to do with the fact that this dimension is really mana-rich,” I explain, waving greetings to a naked succubus girl who passes us. “Hi, Isabel, it has been a long time since we saw each other.”

“Ascathon! Are you visiting Mom? Make sure to pass by my room before you run off again.” The girl blows me a kiss, which seems to annoy Seria, and then Isabel continues on with a little more spring in her step than before.

I guide my comrades down the main corridor towards Ashley’s part of the castle while I proceed with my explanation. “I reincarnated in this world as a random warrior-demon and had a little fun doing the things demons do. You know, being summoned by stupid mortals, fighting, and robbing. The culture of this place is really violent. If you aren’t strong enough to defend what’s yours, you may as well give it away before someone takes your stuff.”

“That sounds really unpleasant!” But then Seria reconsiders her initial reaction and mumbles, “This place actually seems like it was made for you.”

“Ah, the demons in this dimension are actually less violent than the people in our world. At least they don’t pretend to be on the good side. The really awful ones are poisoned or assassinated pretty quickly once they make themselves too many enemies. In any case, I happened to sell my services to a local demon-lord. This castle belonged to him, including Ashley and her daughters who he kept as his personal harem.”

I am still a little appalled at having so many wives, but succubi can apparently choose if they want to get a child. So, according to my knowledge, there was never an incident.

I wave my hand. “Things happened, and one night at a party I got really drunk. It was after a large battle with a neighbouring demon clan. When it came to the distribution of the spoils I had an argument with the bastard.” Sighing, I continue, “He tried to cheat me of what I was owed and one thing led to another. Before I knew it, he was dead.”

Wincing at the memory, I wave a hand as we pass a room full with succubi who are busy fucking various visitors of the castle. Not caring for the scene, I walk past without much interest while Nazareth’s eyes almost bug out of his head.

“That was kind of unfortunate for me, because according to demonic law what you kill is yours. If I hadn’t been so drunk and a little more lucid, I surely would have just beat him to a pulp. But killing him meant that the damned castle suddenly belonged to me, including forty-two succubi.”

Nazareth gasps behind us and mutters, “Just die… lucky bastard… I could spew blood…”

Ignoring him, I continue, “Yeah, you see, having forty-two females of any species is kind of stressful. The day has only so many minutes, and if you go without any sleep at all, that’s just a little more than half an hour for each of them. Succubi are by nature crazed sex-machines and pleasing all of them was almost impossible.

“Normally, I am the one-partner kind of guy, so taking care of so many wives was a real eye-opener for me.” I pat my chest where I have my special amulet resting against my skin.

“The creation of my special Endurance Amulet was an act of pure desperation. I was actually glad when I bit the dust a few hundred years later, which was actually a pretty decent age for a demon male in charge of a whole succubus harem. Normally, the lucky demon men who take a succubus as a wife last only a few decades before their wifey gets a little too excited and drains them empty by accident.”

I think apart from taking this castle, I got next to nothing done during that particular reincarnation.

“That doesn’t seem to stop you from remembering all of their names...” Seria grumbles, displeased with something. I'll probably never understand that woman.

“It’s only basic courtesy to remember a woman’s name if she is willing to give you a blowjob,” I point out and wave towards a succubus who is lying on her back in the middle of the corridor, a blue-skinned demon male on top of her. One might think that the guy is in charge, but his glazed and empty eyes tell another story as he works like a robot to satisfy his partner. She winks back at me and we continue onwards.

Finally, we arrive at Ashley’s tower at the end of the main corridor. A wide, winding staircase leads up into the central structure of the tower and as a good guide, I decide to warn my friends of the central pillar which supports the center of the winding staircase. Sinuous sculptures of naked succubi are raking themselves all over the pillar’s surface, holding the skeletons of dead lovers in their arms. “Just don’t look at the sculptures for too long. Succubi are a type of mental vampire, and everything they make has an effect on the unwary. Whether unwanted or not, even just looking at their art can be dangerous.”

Nazareth finally decides that he has seen enough. “You sent my brother into a dangerous place like this!? What kind of insane moron are you that...”

Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t heed my warning as he begins his tirade. His eyes wander astray and he suddenly stops following us as his words fade out unintelligibly with his eyes glued to the sculpture of a girl who seemingly stretches out her hand to the unwary passer-by. The life-sized statue seemingly kisses anyone who might walk by and it draws Nazareth in like a magnet.

Grumbling in annoyance at being ignored, I stop and watch the stupid, little gnome. I watch and wait for a bad awakening for him upon touching the sculpture, refusing to help after having gone out of my way to issue a warning. Normally, even if Nazarath is just a minor deity, he should have enough life experience to take care of his own safety.

Seria also stops and turns around when she notices my watchful eyes. She catches Nazareth just in time before he manages to plant his lips on the sculpture like some inexperienced teenager. To wake him up, she cuffs him on the head with all the necessary force.

“Tch!” I hiss involuntarily, disappointed at having been denied a funny spectacle.

“Ow!”

“Come on!” Seria turns back to face me while holding Nazareth at the back of his neck. “What was that? Would you really have just watched him getting hurt?”

I purse my lips. “He wouldn’t have been hurt… not much at least.”

“Wha… what would have happened?” Nazareth asks, only now slowly realizing what he was about to do.

“Ahem, you would have been stuck?” I glance at the sculpture out of the corner of my eye, a technique I mastered over decades of walking up and down these stairs. If you don’t look at the art directly the brainwashing effect can’t enter the mind. “You would have been stuck.”

“Stuck!?”

“Yeah, like… you know… if you put your lips to something really cold. The spell on the sculpture would have invaded your internal magic and used it to keep you in place. Nevaeh, that’s the creator of this sculpture, would have sensed that someone stepped into her trap and paid you a visit.” I grin. “And then you would have become a very lucky gnome.”

Nazareth’s accusing look turns to Seria, and the goddess narrows her eyes at me. “Why do you know what would have happened and who the statue belongs to?”

Clearing my throat, I choose not to answer that question. Do I really have to share the story of how I had to learn the hard way to keep my lecherous eyes in check? How I tried for three weeks to leave or enter Ashley’s quarters in a dignified manner without crawling in or out the windows of the tower? Without being plucked off the pillar like a ripe fruit by a madly giggling succubus?

“He should just be glad that he didn’t fall for one of the other sculptures along the pillar. That one is relatively benign,” I point out.

Seria looks at Nazareth, and the gnome promptly falls for my trap by inspecting the pillar again. His eyes wander to a sculpture of a girl whose butt is stretched out invitingly towards the staircase, including a hole that seems just the right size.

Chuckling evilly, I watch as the gnome’s pupils dilate again, but Seria interrupts the fun by hitting Nazareth even harder, almost braining him.

“Just get us out of here!” She gestures with her hand, pulling Nazareth with her like a sack of potatoes.

Turning, I take the last few steps to the third level. For some reason, I get a little emotional over Nazareth’s fear for his brother and decide to relieve him of his concerns. “Don’t worry about your brother. Succubi can drain power when they have sex, but Marigold is a strong god. He could probably go back and forth through all the castle’s inhabitants without losing so much as ten percent of his mana pool. And as a god, he has access to practically infinite power. The girls will exhaust him, but they won’t be able to drain him to the point of killing him even if he blacks out. If they aren’t intentionally trying to do so, and no succubus truly tries to kill a partner if they aren’t threatened.”

It just happens by accident with the weaklings. An evolutionary way of ensuring the survival of the fittest in demon society.

We step onto the third level, Ashley’s personal space. The whole floor is a single, large room with various devices used to please customers.

And just as I told them, Marigold seems to be fine. “There he is, right on the central stage. I told you that there is no reason to worry.” Although, I suppose that Marigold didn’t want us to find him in this particular situation.

The half-orc is kneeling on the ground with his hands stretched out to either side and fixated to two poles. He has two violet succubi to both sides of him, showering him with kisses while they rub their bodies against him. A third girl is kneeling doggy-style in front of him, squealing happily as she pushes her bottom back and forth against his hips, impaling herself with just as much enthusiasm as any succubus shows who happens to come across an endless mana-bottle.

The three girls look very similar, so I recognize them as the triplets, Claire, Jada and Danielle.

Marigold himself is gagged with a toy, a plastic ball, and there are black silken blindfolds covering his eyes.

Behind him is Ashley with a whip in her hand and dressed in a tight-fitting leather outfit, going full dominatrix style on her customer. The red-skinned succubus matriarch of the castle doesn’t look a single day older than her daughters, who seemingly range all around their twenties. Not that this would mean much. Succubi are shape-shifters, so they can look how they want. And I can certify that they are far from being innocent schoolgirls, should they choose to take such a shape.

Her long, auburn hair waves wildly as she takes a swing at Marigold’s ass with her whip, causing him to lunge forward involuntarily just as Claire bounces back with her hips. Together, the four succubi are executing a perfect team-performance to get as much as they can out of their happy victim.

Then Ashley notices us and drops her whip. “Ascathon!” She takes two steps, kicking off two ridiculously high heels. Squealing like a child who had her favourite toy returned, she covers the twenty metres between us and leaps at my chest, forcing me to hug her by supporting her ass for her not to fall off.

With her legs wrapped around my hips, she rubs her face against my chest. “My favourite boy-toy is paying me a visit! Why didn’t you announce yourself? I would have prepared a ‘verrry’ special welcome with all the girls instead of servicing your friend all day long.”

“Ahem, it’s nice to see you too, Ashley. Sorry, but this visit was kind of unplanned, so don’t fret over it.” I gesture at my two charges. “It’s just that Marigold’s friends were worried. He apparently failed to inform them of his misadventure and with everything that’s going on in our world, they wouldn’t leave me in peace until I brought them here.”

“Ashley?” Marigold asks and stops the movements of his hips, still blindfolded. One of the succubus sisters took out his gag. “Do we have more friends joining the fun?”

Claire growls, not appreciating Marigold’s lacking enthusiasm and one of he sisters pushes him from behind, urging him to go on.

“Just a few visitors. No reason to stop,” Ashley calls back.

Waving his fists in a futile gesture, Nazareth chooses that moment to explode. “No reason!? I’ll give you no reason! Traitor!” His face turning red with anger, the gnome stomps forward. “Weren’t you the one who had an elemental crisis and suggested for us to try something different? But while I went ahead and reincarnated, you got cold feet you green shitfuck!

“And to add insult to injury, you run off to this paradise without telling me a single word! Do you know how much action I got since I switched races!? None! Thanks to you! And then you go to this place without telling me a single word! What did I ever do to you for hating me that much?”

Marigold’s expression turns horrified. “Bro!?”

Sensing the opportune moment for maximum revelation, the succubus on his left, Jada, decides to pull down his blindfold. Marigold looks at his brother, then notices that Seria is also watching him with raised eyebrows, and finally his accusing eyes centre on me.

It’s as if he is saying, ‘All of this was a trap, wasn’t it?’

“I- ah- I- can explain. I was just testing!” He tries to pull out of Claire, but somehow he seems stuck. “C- Claire? Could you let me go, please?” Trying again, it becomes clear that the succubus has him trapped.

“Nope,” the succubus replies instantly without an ounce of guilt. “You are all mine.”

“Aw, don’t fight.” Jada gets up from her place next to Marigold. “Brothers shouldn’t fight,” she blubbers in her bouncy, happy way, making it clear that she is simply the type of person who can't stand discontent.

Almost dancing, she glides over to Nazareth who steps back, but Jada scoops him up like a child, burying his face in her ample cleavage. “This is a place of happy feelings, so don’t spoil the mood.” One of her hands wanders a little lower than is decent, and she starts smiling. “I think I’ll keep the little man.”

Seria facepalms, clearly not amused at the comical development for the two brothers.

I have to smirk. It’s not every day that you get to watch a half-orc who is trying in vain to pull out of his succubus-lover, causing her to squeal in enjoyment and clearly not willing to let go. While at the same time his gnome brother is almost smothered to death by the overexcited and admittedly a little dim-witted, if good-natured, sister of said succubus.

Feeling a little left out, Danielle somehow managed to sneak up on Seria without anyone noticing that she even moved. Touching the goddess’s butt and squeezing, Danielle smiles victoriously as Seria looks at Danielle from between her fingers.

“I am sorry, but I am not into other women,” Seria steps back from the outrageously gorgeous woman. “And I am currently not in the mood.”

“Are you sure?” Danielle asks, pointing at Seria’s outrageous white dress made out of silk which barely hides anything. “It screams that you want attention.”

The succubus brings forth her tail and grabs it with both hands, shaping it into dildo-like appendage. “If it’s about the equipment, I can take care of that. Ah, or is it the appearance?” With a flash, Danielle turns into a blue-eyed, blonde hunk of a man, running a hand through long, wavy hair.

That’s when Seria purses her lips, seemingly considering the offer.

Ashley pokes my cheek with a delicate finger. “Are you really running off again so soon? We didn’t get to talk properly for what feels like a decade. I don’t even know what you are currently up to.”

Before I can explain that I don’t really have the time to stay, she teleports us away and I find myself landing in a soft bed, Ashley landing on top of me with a sneaky expression on her face. “Do you remember this bedroom?”

Looking around, I take in the white canopy bed and the frilly curtains in front of the window. While it's all silk and extravagant, it's still boringly plain for the plains of pleasure and lust. “Ah, all too well,” I answer with mixed feelings, feeling really stupid for intending to refuse the beautiful succubus who is straddling me and trying to loosen my belt. “It’s just that I am currently very busy playing the evil deity in a world of mortals who ah-”

Ashley takes me into her mouth, expertly shutting me up by bobbing her head and snaking a long tongue around it.

“May- maybe I can stay just one day.” Or two? There is no way of denying that Ashley is one of the best relaxation therapists I know of. “It’s just that there is a lot of work to do, building a new religion, killing off those who defy me...”

Satisfied with my state of readiness and a little impatient herself, the succubus matriarch releases me and works her way with kisses further up my body until she is able to capture me inside her, somehow having gotten rid of her own leather pants. Slowly, she settles down all the way until she hits her sweet spot and gasps in pleasure.

“Mmm... you are mean. I can smell Felicia on you and you want to run off without paying me any attention.” Looking down on me, she slowly starts gyrating her hips with a calculating smile. “An evil god? That job description sounds almost like the one of a demon lord. Say, would you happen to be in need of a few priestesses?”

Lifting her hips almost all the way, she slams back home, forcing me to moan. “That actually sounds like a good idea, but I would never involve you in something so dangerous...”

“Do you know how boring it is in my castle?” she asks. “A little risk and adventure would actually go a long way to revitalise my sense of living. You know well enough that the greatest threat for a succubus is boredom.”

Holding her hips to guide her movements, I consider the offer.

Sensing my indecision, she pushes her breasts into my face. “Ah, and there would, of course, be added benefits!”

I try my best to think while I let her do all the work. “Maybe it’s because the blood is currently draining from my brain, but you could be right. A few succubi would be a nice addition to my plans.”