You sit at the breakfast table, awkwardly tapping your fingers as Lilith glares at you in the seat opposite yours. Her one red eye stares at the countless bruises left over from your first meeting with Eari the previous day. You stare in kind at the conspicuous sling that one of her arms is in. Simultaneously, you both turn your gazes over to the house's front hallway, where a number of contractors are busy repairing the front door.
After a painfully long period of silence, your handler drinks from her mug of coffee and sighs.
"I take it yesterday was rough on everyone, then," she comments, adjusting the straps of her sling.
That's certainly one way to put it. Eari wasn't best pleased about the whole 'getting tranquilised' thing.
"Didn't have a choice. She's a nightmare to transport."
She nods at one of the larger bruises on your neck.
"How'd that happen?" Lilith asks.
There was a scuffle. What about her arm?
"Explosion."
What?!
"Got caught in a firefight with some demon traffickers. Was too close to a burning truck when the fuel tanks blew up. Normally I would have gotten away in time, but someone was distracting me on the phone," she complains, shifting her arm about uncomfortably.
... Whoops?
"Ngh. Whatever. Your door will be fixed in a day or two. As for the busted furniture, more is on the way, and I've made sure these new articles are tough enough to withstand an Oni."
Your handler drains the last of her coffee, wincing as she accidentally knocks her injured arm off the tabletop.
"Speaking of your newest charge, keep an eye on her. Most isolated demon enclaves are at the very least somewhat familiar with English, but she's from a village in the deepest pits of Hell's equivalent of Antartica. Tough people. Still exclusively speaking in Tongues when we made contact."
Yeah, talking to her is a bit of a challenge.
"Let's hope the university staff have a better time with her."
On that note, what is Eari going to be studying while she's here? She doesn't exactly strike you as a scholarly type.
Lilith snorts.
"She isn't studying so much as she is being studied. The entire college faculty wants to take a look at her; anthropology, biology, linguistics, you name it. She seemed pretty interested in the sports side of college life too. Especially wrestling," she notes, looking at her phone.
You blanch, remembering just how easily the Oni overpowered you. If she joins a wrestling program, then she'll be unstoppable...
As that pleasant thought lingers in your brain, your thoughts drift to the college that the girls are attending. Clearing your throat, you ask Lilith if the Earth-Hell Initiative is in charge of security there while the demons are attending.
"We mostly supplement the regular security there with additional funding, why?"
Gladys. That woman from Mothers Against Hellish Invasion. You don't know how, but she somehow snuck onto the campus and took pictures of the girls. She showed them to you the last time she tried to coerce you into signing her petition.
Lilith's face darkens as you tell her this. Balling her fist, she frowns and stands up.
"... Right. Thanks for letting me know, kid. I've got a few calls to make."
With that, Lilith marches out of your house, clearly set on the warpath. You figure it's best to leave the MAHI situation in her capable hands. If she can suffer an exploding truck at close range, then surely a gang of middle-aged women would be well within her means.
Left alone, you gaze around the kitchen with a frown. There are still cracks and holes in the walls from yesterday's scuffle, a few of the chairs had been smashed and discarded, and the fire alarm is still missing from the ceiling.
All in all, not an ideal situation. But you've got a morning routine to prepare anyway.
As you set about making a pot of coffee for the girls, Muu is the first one downstairs, still in her pyjamas. She offers you a polite word of greeting, and after making sure that the contractors aren't looking, the chubby little demon stands up on her tiptoes and gives you a peck on the cheek.
"Morning, sir," she says with a smile as you pour her a mug of coffee.
If it wasn't already a good morning, it certainly is now.
"Do you remember how I take it?" she asks, nodding to the pot.
Milk and eight sugars?
"Hehe, you know me so well, sir!"
Fixing Muu up with her coffee - although it looks more like treacle at this point - you set about preparing breakfast. She joins you at the stove, and as the two of you make quiet small talk and sneak in a few little flirts here and there, you're both alerted to a magnificent yawn from the stairs.
"Prrreparrre me my morrrning nourrrishment, drrrudge! A lady should not be left hungerrring!" the unique voice of Callyette shrieks.
The lithe Nymph ambles downstairs, dressed in a silken nightdress that looks as though it costs more than your EHI salary.
"Good morning, Cally!" Muu calls cheerily, waving to her housemate.
Callyette pulls a face and plants herself upon one of the few surviving chairs.
"Don't you darrre call me that, you weighty wench!"
Muu giggles.
"Aw, thank you! There's really no need to be so nice!"
... Huh. Seems Gluttons appreciate being called heavy. Duly noted.
"Anyway, I read that eggs are okay for Nymphs. Would you like an omelette? I can add some mushrooms and tomatoes if you'd like?" Muu continues, trotting over to the fridge with her stubby tail wagging.
Callyette responds with a retching noise.
"Bah! As if a lady of my calibrrre would eat anything made by yourrr inferrriorrr-!"
You slam the Nymph's coffee down in front of her and fix her with the steeliest glare you can muster. Immediately, she wilts down into her chair, her cheeks flushing as her elfin ears twitch.
"... omelette is fine, thanks..." she murmurs in a much gentler tone of voice.
Soon, the smell of cooking food wafts through the boarding house, enticing Casey and Yyvnn downstairs. The silent Fallen gives you a cursory nod as she accepts a mug of coffee from you, meanwhile, the Imp makes a beeline for the fridge.
"Mornin', chief!" she calls merrily, pulling out a carton of orange juice.
Before you can stop her, Casey begins to drink straight from the carton, tipping her head back as she chugs. For a moment, you're entranced by the sight of the juice spilling from the corners of her mouth and dripping all over her sheer tank top, but you quickly snap out of it.
Casey! How many times have you told her to stop doing that?!
The Imp stops drinking for a moment as she narrows her catlike eyes at you, whereupon she starts drinking it faster.
As you try to wrestle the carton away from the unruly tomboy, the matronly form of Bessa plods into the kitchen, smiling dreamily as she pats both Casey's and your own head.
"Now now, sweetie. No fighting~" the Golem yawns dreamily, still half-asleep.
Her mysterious powers of calming immediately soothe you both, ceasing your scuffle and guiding the pair of you to sit at the table. Pulling over some stools from the kitchen sidebar, Muu serves you all breakfast; omelettes for all, vegetarian or otherwise.
A few minutes into breakfast, however, and you're all suddenly startled by an irate growl rumbling from upstairs. The ceiling seems to shake as heavy footprints thump their way towards the stairs. Everyone holds their breath for a moment.
"Ngh... Ibu mus...?" yawns a powerful voice as someone stomps down the stairs.
Eari the errant Oni stumbles down the stairs and into the kitchen, blinking the sleep out of her amber eyes. She's wearing an old shirt of yours - the largest one you own - but it barely fits her. The cloth is straining against her immense bulk, and it's riding up her midriff, exposing both her abs and the pair of boxer shorts you squeezed her into in order to protect her modesty.
"New girl, huh? Heh, I've seen a few brick shithouses in my time, but you're built like a fuckin' fortress!" Casey laughs from the table, grinning through a mouthful of omelette.
You jab her in the ribs in order to shut her up. Clearing your throat, you smile and ask Eari if she slept well.
"Sleep... well? Onamuh...?" the Oni murmured as if she were struggling to remember the previous day's escapade.
"Sweet Hellfire, she's huge!" Muu gasps, holding a hand to her chest.
"Trrruly a goliath of a woman. One can scarrrcely imagine how she walks without shaking the verrry bones of the earrrth," Callyette added, shovelling her food into her mouth.
Yyvnn nods in concurrence, staring wide-eyed at the sluggish Oni as she sleepily regards every demon in the room. Eventually, Eari manages to put two and two together, crying out as she points an accusing finger at you.
"Ah! Onamuh! Who fights like sinac!" she barks, baring her teeth angrily at you.
You hope that she's not looking for a-
"WE FIGHT!"
Goddammit.
Balling up her fist, Eari winds it back and rushes forward, ready to punch you into oblivion. Before she can let loose with her attack, however, Bessa calmly rises from her chair and takes the Oni by the hand, smiling warmly at her. Somehow, the Golem's mysterious aura of serenity works even on a demon of Wrath, causing her to relax and back down.
"It's lovely to finally meet you, dear. What's your name? I'm Bessa," she asks, patting the back of the Oni's hand.
"Name? Eari, daughter of Roruf, kin of Direm. I am rotalleb. Um... warrior," she says after a moment of quiet, soothed by Bessa's calming voice.
With a motherly smile, she guides the newest addition to the house over to an open seat. You and the others gaze on at this sight in wonder, amazed that the beast of a woman who destroyed the entire lower floor is now quietly sitting at the breakfast table with you all.
"It's nice to hear Tongues again, especially when spoken with such mastery! What dialect is that?"
"Die-ah-lekt...?"
"Eauq sutcelaid tse?" the Golem asks again, fluently switching to the demons' native language.
"Cnah... Cnah malos maugnil ivon," Eari answers, in a surprisingly polite tone.
Though it's nice to see your charges get along, you begin to feel a little left out. You clear your throat, drawing Bessa's gaze. She smiles warmly and winks in your direction.
"Ah, but while we're here we must do our best to speak the humans' tongue, alright? Are you okay with that, Eari?"
The Oni gives you an intense stare. There's a fire in her eyes, one that you can't quite determine the meaning of. Looking back at her new friend, she nods.
With Eari seated and settled, breakfast continues on in relative harmony. Once the rest of your charges make their introductions, the questions begin. Callyette begins to ask how it's possible for someone to live in a snowy wasteland, but her voice quickly gets drowned out by Casey, who immediately begins to ask Eari all manner of highly-inappropriate questions. Unable to keep up with the fast-talking Imp, she instead decides to answer Muu's questions, all of which involve the secrets of Oni cooking in some shape or form. Yyvnn doesn't seem interested in conversation - surprise, surprise - and instead spends breakfast staring at Eari's single horn, silently calculating its angle and curvature, if her rapidly darting eye movements are anything to go by.
Beside you, Bessa smiles softly and lays her head against your shoulder.
"This is nice, sweetie." The Golem smiles.
Underneath the table, she slips her hand onto your thigh.
"I haven't felt this happy in years..."
You return her smile. You're happy that you're able to help her feel that way.
Breakfast passes before long, and you're left with a pile of dirty dishes to deal with. The girls all head back upstairs with their new housemate in tow, so with a satisfied sigh, you begin to clean up after them. After a few weeks of dealing with demonic tenants and the mess they make, it takes you only a few minutes to wash the dishes and pack them away, just in time to watch them all return, fully dressed and ready to face the day. Eari stands among them, wearing some mismatched clothes loaned to her by the others, though they still fit her poorly.
"This cloth. Tight," the Oni murmurs, pulling at the collar of the sweater she is wearing.
"We'll make sure she gets to the university in one piece, sir!" Muu tells you as she pulls out a set of prepared lunchboxes from the fridge.
"Yoo-nee-ver-city?" Eari asks, clearly unfamiliar with the word.
"Yeah! It'll be fun, you'll see!"
The Oni shoots you a puzzled look as she's dragged out the door, nearly toppling one of the contractors over on her way out. The rest of the girls quickly follow, and before you know it, you're on your own again. Sighing heavily, you get back to work cleaning the dishes. An odd zen-like sensation washes over you, like the calm after a storm. With the house so loud and full of life, it's nice to just take a second to appreciate the quieter moments.
"Mm-mm-mm! Add a cute little apron and subtract the rest of what you're wearing, and you'd be the spitting image of the perfect house husband, honey," purrs a familiar voice from the stairs.
Natasha, with her hips swaying and her tail flicking to and fro, lazily saunters into the kitchen, giving your rear a firm pinch as she nuzzles up close to you.
Good morning. She's late for breakfast.
"What, you didn't save any for me?"
You tried, but Eari has an appetite to challenge Muu's, and that girl would eat the plates you served breakfast on if you let her. No exaggeration; Gluttons could apparently do that.
Lidding her eyes, the Succubus leans in close and grabs your thigh.
"No worries, honey; I can think of a few other things to keep me sated~!"
That's... not real food.
"Not for a human, maybe. But Succubi can live off all kinds of bodily fluids, remember?"
Still, that-
"Even blood!"
Wait, really?
"Yup. Used to mistaken for vampires, apparently. But don't you worry, honey; I don't bite unless you want me to~"
As Natasha begins to put her usual moves on you, you calmly move your pile of wet dishes over to the drying rack and begin to wipe them off, one by one.
Didn't she want you to abstain for a week or something?
A devilish grin flashes across her face as she begins to help you with the dishes.
"Aha. You're sharp for a human. Thought I'd catch you out, there."
... Thanks?
"Of course. From today until next Friday, not a single drop of cum is to leave your balls, honey. And believe me, I'll know if it does. I'll be keeping an eye on you, so don't even think about cranking one out in secret," the Succubus explains, narrowing her eyes as she dries off a mug.
Seems straightforward enough.
"Of course, I will also be participating. If we're both pent up and horny come next Friday, then I'm sure things will be more... interesting," she added, her voice taking on a sinister edge.
Is it too late to back out of this little challenge?
"Yup! I'm rooting for you honey!" pipes the purple demon.
She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off for the stairs, fixing to begin her day off in earnest.
You take a deep breath as you drain the sink. A week of complete and total abstinence.
Shouldn't be too hard.
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You should have known that little minx was going to make this as difficult as possible for you.
The first couple of days were easy. You carried on with your duties as normal, assisting your charges when needed and doing whatever paperwork the EHI required of you. Before you'd go to bed, you'd feel a slight ache of need in your loins, but after reading, watching a movie or playing a quick game on your phone, it would abate.
It was halfway through the week when you noticed things seeming a little off. Muu and Bessa were clinging closer to you, while Casey was slipping more and more subtle flirts into the things she said to you. Eari and Yyvnn stared at you hungrily as you passed them in the hallway, and you even once caught Callyette in your room with her face buried firmly into a pair of your worn boxers.
Bit by bit, the girls began to grab your attention more and more.
Muu's soft, pliable body, Yyvnn's elegant legs, Casey's feisty winks, Bessa's outrageous bust, Callyette's smooth skim, Eari's striking physique... They plagued your thoughts, setting a fire in your loins that you struggled to put out through sheer will alone.
But Natasha.
Oh, Natasha.
She was the worst for it, because she knew exactly what she was doing.
How she let her shirt ride up when she stretched, how she left one too many buttons undone, how she pushed her ass against your crotch when you had to squeeze past her in the kitchen, how she 'accidentally' left the bathroom door open when she showered, how she left her undergarments in plain view from her bedroom door, how she looked at you, how she spoke, how she smelled...
God, it was unbearable. By Thursday night you were sleeping with a pillow clamped between your legs.
But finally, you did it. You survived until Friday morning.
You make breakfast with single-minded focus, staring into the pan as Muu bustles around beside you. The girls are all sitting at the table, talking and squabbling with one another as you plate up bacon, eggs and another omelette for Callyette. She really likes them now, despite admonishing their 'common' nature the previous week.
"Ooh, smells real good honey," Natasha comments from the head of the table, giving you bedroom eyes as you carry the food to the table.
You bite your tongue and give her a weak smile before sitting down for breakfast.
Minute by minute, the meal goes by, all the while you feel your heart pounding louder and louder. Natasha keeps glancing at you from across the table, flashing you subtle smiles and little winks whenever nobody else was watching. Before long - after a few arguments, mostly started by Callyette - the rest of your charges get ready for college and bid their farewells, with Yyvnn lightly patting your head on her way out.
The newly repaired front door slams shut, and you're left alone with your very first lodger. She gazes at you from across the freshly-cleared table.
"Well," she breathes huskily, sipping her coffee, "we made it, honey."
You swallow hard.
That you did.
"How are you feeling?"
Antsy.
"Mmhm. Honey, could I level with you for a moment?"
Raising an eyebrow, you give her a nod. Natasha grins like the she-demon she is and produces a small bottle of red pills from her blouse, setting them on the table.
"Know what these are?" she asks.
You remember reading about them as part of your EHI training. Special pheromone suppressants that demons are required to take while on Hell in order to stop the natural chemicals in their sweat from interfering with-
Oh, you sneaky bitch!
The Succubus bursts out into a fit of laughter.
"Can you blame me, honey?! Seeing your little desperate face every time we passed each other by was just such a treat!"
So not only were you dealing with her constant teasing, but her stimulating pheromones had been playing havoc with you the entire time. Great.
"Still..."
She bites her lip and stands up, leaning over the end of the table in order to give you a good look down her top.
"... this little 'test' of mine was a joke, honey. I was thinking you'd fail; I would have fucked you no matter the outcome."
You furrow your brow. Why is it that you always wind up at the receiving end of the Succubus' tricks?
So this entire week was a waste of time.
"Oh no, quite the opposite. Seeing you stick it out has honestly gotten me a little hot and bothered, honey~!" Natasha giggles.
Taking a deep breath, she looks you dead in the eyes.
"So. Do you, my dear Sweet Honey Pie-"
That's not your name.
"- care to take me, Natasha Elo Kerdal, as roughly or as gently as you please? To ravage and to caress, on top or on bottom, until the afterglow takes us both?"
You shut your eyes for a moment. Finally, after all this time, you've proven yourself to the Succubus.
You open your eyes, and you tell her yes.
"Wonderful~!"
She pounces on you.
Literally.
As agile and as graceful as a cat, Natasha grips the edge of the table tightly and propels herself over it, wrapping her arms around your neck as she collides with you, bowling the pair of you to the floor. Shocked by the sudden impact, your mouth slips open, granting the Lust demon an opportunity to attack.
Her soft, luscious curves press against you as she kisses you, softly at first. Starting gently, the Succubus gradually intensifies her ministrations, interweaving her tongue with yours before long. You're like putty in her hands; there's something about her that just causes you to melt. The taste of her tongue, the softness of her lips, the soft moans that escape her throat... Everything about Natasha is enough to leave you dazed and aroused, and by the time she breaks the kiss, you're so hard that you can scarcely breathe.
With one of her coy smiles, the Succubus sits back, pressing your strained erection into the valley of her backside.
"Met me upstairs, honey. But first, would you be a doll and close all the blinds? Don't want anyone peeking in while we have our fun, now do we?" she says, planting another kiss on your forehead.
You just lie there and nod limply, too taken aback to react any other way. Natasha disembarks you and heads up the stairs, leaving you to slowly stumble to your feet and waddle over to the windows with a sizable tent in your pants.
On the one hand, you feel a little ashamed of yourself for falling so easily for another one of the Succubus' tricks, but on the other... you're almost far too pent up to care. Despite all the sexual encounters you've had since joining up with the EHI, you find yourself feeling rather antsy as you set about closing off the house from the outside world.
So many of your romps in the hay were unplanned; it's almost strange to walk into one that's prearranged.
Once your task is complete, you make your way upstairs, stopping only to give yourself a quick once-over in the bathroom. Toothpaste, mouthwash, deodorant, just in case. Finally, you enter Natasha's bedroom.
"You ready, honey?"
Oh.
Oh wow.
Natasha, she's... breathtaking. In the time you've taken to shut all the blinds and freshen up, the Succubus changed out of her clothes and into a set of lacy black lingerie. Her brassiere accentuates her impressive bust more than it conceals it, and her panties resemble a crisscross of black threads woven into the shape of a fittingly demonic pentagram. She even tied a cute little black bow just beneath the spade of her tail, topping off the entire look.
She has to clear her throat to get your attention.
"Well...?" Natasha asks, slowly inclining her head.
You swallow hard as you stare at the demonic tattoo on the side of her neck. You had seen it so many times before, and yet now...
"Hello? Hell to honey, come in!"
Nearly choking on your own spit, you blurt out a shaky compliment, causing her to laugh softly. Her chest jiggles as she giggles.
"Aw, aren't you sweet? But come on; let's not kid ourselves. We're not here to act like two kids on their first date, right?" she says in a teasing tone.
No, of course. It's just... you're not really sure how to go about this. Natasha was the first demon you ever met. She's always joked about having sex with you, but now that fated moment has finally arrived, you find yourself rooted to the spot, blinded by her confidence, her physique and her sheer erotic charm.
She notices that you appear overwhelmed and stands up, hips swaying as she saunters over to you.
"Don't worry, honey. Doing a Succubus is like riding a bicycle."
You... never forget?
"Well this is certainly gonna be unforgettable, but that's not what I meant. I mean you just gotta hold onto the handlebars and enjoy the ride~"
Handlebars?
Rather than answer you, Natasha takes both of your hands and raises them to her head, urging you to wrap your fingers around both of her horns. They're surprisingly warm to the touch, and as you come to this conclusion, the Succubus gets down on her knees and begins to fiddle with your waistband.