Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (ebook reader play store .txt) 📕

Christina looked down at her hands, clearly disappointed to be back in human form. “I guess,” she said with a huff, her lips perking in a smile as she turned to me. “I’ll put up with it, but only for Luke. And his cock.”

“Always,” Mareth agreed with a smirk.

I leaned over and put two hands against the wall, pressing on the border of the subspace. “So how do we get out of here?” I asked, glancing around the room. As Mareth had said, no windows and no doors. “An incantation or something?”

“You just think it,” Mareth said with a shrug. “The same way you got in.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated. A moment later, the temperature dropped, cluing me in on the fact that we no longer sat on a freshly occupied bed. I opened my eyes and found the three of us back on the floor of the van, curled up together in a ball of naked flesh.

“Wow,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “That was a fucking trip.”

“A trip I’m willing to take whenever you want,” Mareth said with a grin. “As a succubus, I’m always DTF.”

My eyes narrowed at her too-smug smile. “How many times did I make you come, again, Mareth?”

“Oh, you’ve got at least one more before I end up bound to you,” she said, laughing like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She pressed her body against mine, reminding me of all the things she could do with it. “You’d better make it count, stud…”

I was pretty sure I’d made Mareth come twice, actually. Which meant the next time we had sex, she’d become another member of my harem. Not that I minded—hell, I knew I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself the next time my powers amplified my arousal. But it was good to keep in mind. I wondered if she’d undergo a change like Christina had, or whether since she was already a demoness, she’d just stay the same. It was something I wanted to find out, but I figured I could wait until after we got to the Infernal Academy.

Within a few minutes, we’d dressed and arranged ourselves back into our positions in the van: me in the front seat, Christina riding shotgun, Mareth doing the sexy gargoyle thing in the back. A quick check of the clock on the dashboard told me only a few minutes had passed since I’d opened my subspace, though it felt like I’d spent at least an hour with Christina and Mareth. Another thing I had to watch out for.

Mareth’s head peeked out from between the seats. “With that business concluded,” she giggled, giving both me and Christina a naughty look, “shall we head to the Academy?”

My eyebrow rose. “We can drive there?” I asked.

“Of course,” Mareth said with a nod. “Though not with your vehicle in this state. Not only does it lack the necessary equipment, it would make a terrible first impression on the student body.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the threadbare carpet, the beer cans, the wet patch where I’d made Christina scream. “It’s not that bad,” I shot back. “Me and this van have made a lot of good memories together…”

Mareth’s grin widened. “I wasn’t suggesting you abandon the van,” she said.

“No?”

She shook her head. “Thanks to the absolutely stellar fuck you just gave me, I’ve got the power to do exactly what’s needed. Observe…”

The succubus snapped her fingers. My vision dissolved, the world replaced with a blinding, brilliant white light. When it faded moments later, I no longer sat behind the wheel of a beat up, used van. Instead, my ass pushed against a plush leather seat. Christina sat in a similar one just next to me. The interior was sleek, full of the latest features and covered in arcane symbols. Little touches showed everywhere—the pentagram on the volume knob, the horn-shaped stick shift, the fact that the mileage counter seemed permanently stuck on 666. This was the kind of ride a Lord of Hell truly deserved.

I laughed. This was a goddamn hot rod!

“Daaaaamn,” I said, taking in the finery around me. “Nice job, Mareth.”

“Thank you, sir,” she giggled. The car’s lower ceiling prevented her from pretending to be a gargoyle in the back seat, but she still stretched out insolently across the back in ways that thumbed their nose at the idea of safety. “I thought you might like this better.”

“I fucking do!” I said, barely able to contain my excitement. “I’ve always fantasized about having a car like this, but I never thought I could afford one…”

Christina’s hand gripped my thigh and squeezed. “You deserve the best of everything,” she panted, the emphasis on the last word telling me she meant women even more than stuff. “And that’s what you’ll get from now on, Luke. Welcome to your new life.”

Mareth leaned forward and pushed a button on the dashboard. The radio crackled to life, filling the car with a pulsating bass beat punctuated by screams and moans in Latin. Nice fucking speakers, I thought, grinning at Christina.

“Straight ahead,” the succubus said, pointing. “Crank the fucking volume to the max and gun the engines. Give it a test drive!”

Her finger indicated a point at the far end of the parking lot. As she finished speaking, a blood-red line cut through the air, opening into a rectangular portal. Beyond it, I saw walls of flame, the asphalt replaced beyond the rent by a stone highway stretching over the lake of fire. Dimly, I made out a sign by the side of the road: Infernal Academy—next left.

Yes. Hell yes.

“I thought the road to Hell was paved with good intentions,” I said, gripping the steering wheel with both hands.

Christina leaned over and put her lips against my ear. Her hand closed around my cock,