Chapter 40

“Do you need a lift?” Mom asked.

I could tell she was a little bit dubious about me going to see Esme given our past encounter, but without her, none of this would have been possible. Esme was the one who had sold me the puzzle box containing Amara. A kiss, which I now knew was to draw on my life force, was worth the price of Lauren’s necklace and the wooden puzzle box. Fair to say I got the deal of the millennium there.

A sex genie, a harem of beautiful women, and five wishes; well worth a bit of fatigue and a kiss from a beautiful woman.

“No, I can walk. You should head over to school to pick up Lacey.”

After a morning of fixing mistakes, and preparing my two new harem members to join, plus the ménage à trois with Vanessa, it was twenty to three. With traffic, it would take Mom about fifteen minutes to get there, and I didn’t want Lacey to have to wait for too long. With the twins and Amara at cheer practice, Lacey was the only one leaving school at the normal time.

Mom gave me a kiss and told me to be careful, before we went our separate ways. Mom drove off towards the school while I set off towards the high street. I said a final goodbye to the only home I’ve ever known, and locked the door behind. The hotel was awesome, but it wasn’t exactly homely.

It was only a fifteen minute walk into town, but I stopped off for a quick snack on the way. So a bit after three I found myself once again standing outside Black Cat Curiosities. I made sure to lock down my reserves of sexual energy, not wanting to tempt Esme if I didn’t have to. While I wouldn’t mind another wild fuck with the beautiful sex demon, I had a reason to be here.

The bell above the door jingled cheerily as I entered, and I was surprised to hear raised voices. I could also make out feelings of anger, frustration, and desperation coming from someone near the counter.

“I have the shipping receipt and the manifest, so I know it was sent here! I’ve been tracking this down for years!” An irate-sounding man shouted.

“I’m sorry Sir, but I’m afraid I’ve never seen it. Someone must have already brought it.” Harriet replied, her voice quivering slightly.

“Look, just tell me who brought it and when. You have to keep receipts and purchase records”.

“We do, but if they paid by cash, then we wouldn’t have any useful records. Even if we did have the record you’re after, I can’t just give out customer information.”

“Now you listen here, bitch! If you-”

“That is quite enough!” came a sharp voice. “You’re harassing my staff, making unreasonable demands, and are no longer welcome here in my store. Leave now before I throw you out myself.” I heard as Esme arrived to weigh in on the conversation.

As I rounded the end of the aisle, I got my first look at the irate customer. He was tall and as skinny as a rake, giving him a stretched out appearance. His suit was rumpled and unkempt, and his slicked-back hair looked greasy and uneven. Despite Esme’s powerfully delivered threat, the man ignored her.

He was either very stupid or very brave. If he had known the true nature of the shop’s owner, he might have listened to her. She could tear him to pieces without breaking a sweat if she wanted to.

“I’m not going to be told-” he started to say.

“The lady asked you to leave, and I would strongly suggest you do so.” I said, interrupting him. He turned and looked me up and down briefly.

“Piss off kid! This is none of your concern!” He spat, waving me off dismissively, before returning his attention to the two women behind the counter, turning his back to me in the process.

Not wanting to have to listen to him anymore, or wait for him to leave on his own, I reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Squeezing down hard enough pressure to make the bones painfully grind together, I turned him around and pointed him toward the door. I put my full power into my voice and growled in his ear.

“Leave. Now!”

He seemed to hesitate a moment despite the force of my command. After a few seconds of silence, he almost ran for the door.

“A friend of yours?” I asked, stepping up to the counter after the door closed behind him, the bell chiming in his wake.

“Not exactly,” Esme said with a grimace.

Harriet was still a bit shaken by the whole episode, and hadn’t really acknowledged me yet. I gave her a little mental nudge to help her calm down, and she visibly relaxed.

“Are you okay?” I asked the curly-haired blonde.

“Yeah, I’m ... I’m okay. I’ll be fine. Thank you, by the way. I don’t get what his problem is” she said softly.

The twenty-two year old theology student was wearing a tight, white tee with the words, ‘I’m not short, I’m fun sized’ stamped across the front. She wasn’t actually that short, but at 5’3”, she was on the shorter end of average. Come to think of it, most of the girls in my harem were pretty short. There were a few outliers, of course. Ellie’s diminutive size and my mother’s statuesque build being the most notable.

“Harriet, after all that, why don’t you close up the shop and head off early today? I’ll pay you for the full day, don’t worry.” Esme said, reassuring her young employee with a gentle pat on her back.

Harriet nodded gratefully, and scurried off to start tidying up.

“Thor, come on upstairs and we can talk.” She said to me, before turning and leading the way to her home. Like my last visit, I couldn’t resist staring at her shapely ass as I followed her up the narrow staircase to her tiny flat.

The last time we spoke, I had made her an offer to join my harem. As a creature who lived off of sexual energy, I figured it would be the perfect place for her. I assumed she was at no risk of harming any of my girls, as succubus could only harvest energy and life-force from men. On that point, with my family and harem supporting me, I could easily provide her with all the sexual energy she could ever need without the risk of her accidentally draining me. Even though she was a demon, she wasn’t an inherently evil creature. She hated the fact that she had to kill to survive, and always tried to be selective when feeding rather than preying on the innocent.

She hated losing control while feeding. Once her partner’s (victim’s?) sexual energy had been depleted, a succubus would start to draw upon that person’s life force. If they took too much, it was game over. With me though, that wasn’t a risk, as I was rarely lacking in excess sexual energy.

She had seemed reluctant to commit to such a major change so suddenly though. I pointed out to her that there wasn’t really anything tying her down here. She had no family, no real friends, and boyfriends were an impossibility for her. All she had was this small apartment above her shop. I was offering her a life, friendship, family, a sense of belonging, and even a romantic relationship. While she would be far from my only partner, being a part of my harem would make her important to me, and I loved all my girls.

Prying my eyes from her fantastic backside, I noticed that her appearance seemed a little different from the last time I saw her. Her breasts were slightly perkier, her hair was fuller and glossier, and her pale skin almost glowed with a warm light. It wasn’t quite the full, over-the-top, otherworldly beauty from when we’d first met, but it was more than my last visit. It appeared that the hungrier she was, the more alluring she appeared to men, to make seducing her next meal easier.

“Why don’t we sit down,” she asked, gesturing to a small loveseat sofa.

I took one end, purposefully keeping some space between us, as she sat down on the other and drew her legs up beneath herself. I couldn’t help but stare at the shapely curve of her thigh as her skirt hiked higher up her leg.

“The last time you were here, when you offered me a place in your harem, I got scared. I had come to terms with never having any friends, or a family, or having any relationship, really. I learned the hard way about the pain of losing someone I cared about...” she trailed off briefly, eyes losing focus before she turned back to me.

“I didn’t want to go down that path again; it never ends well.”

I could see how vulnerable she was feeling as she shared this with me, with some long-forgotten pain and loss coming to the fore. She was speaking softly, slowly, and with a tone that was laced with sorrow and pain. She turned to face me, capturing my gaze with her beautiful and expressive purple eyes.

“But I thought about what you said, how I could avoid hurting people, and I decided it was time to start living, not just existing. Escaping The Pit was hard, and my freedom cost me a great deal of pain and suffering. I arrived on Earth with nothing to my name, and nobody to go to for help. I’m done not doing anything with the life I fought so hard for.” she said with determination.

“I had no idea that the puzzle box I gave you actually contained a djinn, it was just supposed to be a sales pitch. I was stunned by the news that it actually did.” she confessed with a small smile creeping onto her face.

“Such a thing is beyond mere coincidence; we were destined to meet.”

“So, is that a yes?” I asked, nervously waiting as I stared into her eyes.

She smiled, and my breath caught in my chest because of how beautiful she was.

“Yes, I will join you and your harem.” she said.

“I still have this place to run though, and I can’t just leave the only real life I’ve had behind. I think I’ll need to stay here at least a few days a week for now. Harriet is only part-time, and since I don’t drive, travelling from Oxford to Witney every day would present a challenge.”

“That’s fine, I’m working on moving back into Witney anyways. You’re free to join us as soon as you’re ready to.” I replied.

“And even if you decide that being a part of my family isn’t right for you, I’ll always be available to give you as much energy as you need. No strings attached.”

My powers to read thoughts didn’t work on Esme, but even without them, I could see how much my words meant to her. She reached out and took my hands in hers, relief and happiness flooding her expression.

“Thor, I don’t think you could ever understand exactly what that means to me. Just the fact you even offered makes me sure I’m making the right decision by joining you.”

“Perfect,” I pulled her in for a kiss.

She stiffened in surprise before relaxing and draping her arms over my shoulders as we kissed. I opened myself up and let my stored power slowly begin to flow into her.

She gasped into our kiss, her eyes going wide when she realised I was freely giving myself and my energy to her. Then, with a deep, throaty growl, she launched herself at me. We ended up on the floor, with her sitting in my lap as we made out with hungry passion. Unlike last time, I was able to control how much power the beautiful Succubus drew from me. I wanted to make sure that she knew that she’d never have to prey on anyone else, ever again. From now on, I would be providing her everything she needed.

After we’d been tongue wrestling for I don’t know how long, we slowly came apart. As we separated, I saw the last few motes of white light float from my lips to hers. I shut off the flow of sexual energy, noting that I still had far more available than I’d had the last time I visited her, even after healing Kaylee. A wet and wild threesome truly did wonders for restoring my reserves of energy.

“Hmmm, it’s so much better when given freely,” Esme purred.

“Anytime you feel the need, just let me know,” I promised.

Esme pushed me down and swung a leg over me so she was straddling my waist. The tent in my pants made it painfully obvious how much I enjoyed the kiss and the sight of her looming over me. Clearly, despite no longer needing to have sex in order to harvest the energy she needed, she was still a sex demon.

She was back to looking normal again now too. Well, ‘normal’ wasn’t a word that could ever really be used to describe Esme. Right now, she could make a Victoria’s Secret model look like a used-up, eighty-year-old, two-bit whore that had been turning tricks and using crack since they were fourteen. She was still within the realm of human beauty though, if only just.

The first time I had met her, she’d had unbelievably huge breasts that no woman could possibly have without augmentation, and there was no way they could have been as well supported. Not without magic, at least. Her skin had literally glowed in the light, her hair would move without a breeze, and her voice was enchanting in its sensuality. Likewise, her movements were graceful, erotic, and supernaturally smooth. Now, she looked just like a normal human version of herself.

We both took a few moments to recover from the intensity of our kiss, panting softly.

“Wow,” she said breathlessly.

“Yeah, wow,” I repeated.

It was at this point that we both noticed another, rather drastic and unexpected change had occurred.

“Uhhh, that’s new,” I said bluntly.

“That’s ... How?” Esme said, following my gaze downwards.

As expected, our make-out session had created a bit of a tent in my pants. What neither of us had expected however, was the tent in Esme’s pants. Or dress, in this case.

The sundress she was wearing clung to the curves of her chest and hung loosely down to just above her knees, draping gracefully over her hips. Now though, there was a rather prominent bulge in the front of her dress.

Swinging her legs over me and standing up, she slipped the dress off her shoulders and pulled the clingy top down over her large breasts and let it drop down her body. It didn’t get very far though, as it got caught on the object of our attention. Changing tact, Esme instead grabbed hold of the bottom edge of the dress and peeled the whole thing up and over her head. Her breasts dropped, bouncing on her chest when they were released. The dress was unceremoniously discarded, and our eyes were immediately fixed on something far more interesting.

Thrusting from just above Esme’s pussy lips, right where her clit should be, was a cock.

Now, while I had been quite distracted the last time we’d had sex, I would definitely have remembered Esme having a penis.

“That wasn’t there last time,” I stated, unable to look away.

“This ... Shouldn’t be possible,” she said in disbelief, cautiously reaching a hand down toward her new cock.

The erect shaft was long and smooth, looking oddly feminine for a penis, which I guess was appropriate. It looked like it had replaced her clit, or it was a humongous clit in the shape of a cock. Her pussy was still there below it, and she had no visible testicles that I could see. I also noticed that while my cock was a good bit thicker, hers looked like it might be slightly longer than mine.

“So, I’m guessing this isn’t a normal succubus thing?” I chimed in helpfully as I scrambled to my feet.

“I’ve never heard of anything like this happening. It goes against the nature of my kind. Succubus are all female and only draw energy from males, while Incubus are always male and only draw from females. This ... I don’t know what this is”

She tentatively reached down to stroke her cock, her entire body shuddering as her hand slid along its length. Esme rolled her neck like she was flicking her hair, the transformation from her human form to her demon form rolled down her body in a wave.

Her skin darkened, changing colour before my eyes, as her ears lengthened and grew pointy, sticking out from her dark hair. Her back seemed almost to split open and a pair of dark wings sprung out, nearly filling the room before they folded themselves behind her. A long, spade-tipped tail grew out from the base of her spine and whipped around gracefully. A pair of horns sprouted from just below her hairline, curling back over her head before tapering off to points.

It was a transformation I had seen once before; her true demonic nature revealed in full. There were a number of subtle but noticeable differences though. Although, the giant dick in place of her clit could hardly be called subtle.

Her skin, which had previously been so dark it was almost black, had taken on a soft lilac tone. Her tail and new cock matched her new colouring, while her tail’s spade-tip, horns and wings remained dark. Her fingers were no longer the sharp talon-like claws I had seen before, although that might have been intentional. I was guessing they were retractable like a cat’s claws. Stabbing someone in ten places at once was usually a bit of a mood-killer.

All these changes, her new appendage, and her appearance earlier were obviously from me feeding her my own sexual energy. Whether it was from being given it freely, something different about my particular brand of energy, a combination of both, or Esme being unique, I wasn’t sure.

My own body had been altered at a cellular level to allow me to harness and make use of sexual energy in ways a normal human couldn’t. One effect of this was that my cum had started to change the women who were exposed to it regularly. With frequent ‘applications’ it had a cumulative effect, giving the girl in question a more robust constitution, increased metabolism, and enhanced strength and senses.

In some cases, it had had a more extreme effect. My mother looked significantly younger than she had before, appearing over a decade younger than her actual age of thirty-seven. There was no way anyone would ever believe she had four children, the oldest of which was twenty, even counting the fact that she had been a teen mom. Whether or not this effect was unique to Mom or not, or if it was due to our relationship was yet to be seen. That would be clearer fairly soon, as a few more mature women were due to join my harem in the near future.

For Elsa and Elsie, the effect was reversed. Their growth had been accelerated, and they’d gone from being a pair of tiny, innocent, petite girls to taller (although still pretty short), busty, curvy, sex-crazed nymphos. And based on what the future overlay part of my second power showed me, they still had almost a foot more to grow, and were due to go up another cup size too. Again, I still wasn’t sure about whether their changes were due to our shared blood, or if any girls like them would be affected the same way.

If the magical changes made to my body could be transferred via my cum, could my sexual energy do something similar to Esme? Maybe the effect was so instant and drastic because of how integral sexual energy was to her existence?

“What are you thinking?” Esme asked, looking up from her shiny new dick

She had moved to stand in front of a full-length wall mirror, and was watching me in the reflection. I gave her a quick summary of my thoughts.

“I think you’re right. The chances of this spontaneously happening just after being fed such a load of sexual energy are slim to none. With Djinn and their disappearance predating my arrival on this plane, I am unaware if anything like this has ever happened before.”

“I’ll ask Amara, but I don’t know if she’ll know any more about this than we do.”

We were interrupted by a voice coming from the stairs down to the sore below. “Miss Smoke? I’m all finished downstairs, so I’ll be heading...” said Harriet, trailing off when she entered the flat.

Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped as she saw her boss standing naked in the middle of the room, and sporting a cock. Esme turned to look at her younger helper, her eyes and demeanour turning almost predatory. I couldn’t read Esme’s mind like I could other women, but I was able to understand emotions and feelings that coloured them. Right now, I could feel a surge of lust as I assumed the sudden thought of using her new cock to fuck Harriet crossed her mind.

This was a good opportunity to learn a few things. With Esme’s new anatomy, I needed to make sure she couldn’t draw energy from women the way an Incubus would. It would make her being a part of my harem fairly problematic and pose a risk to my other girls.

Esme’s seductive aura caught the young blonde, drawing her in. Harriet moaned softly, and her breathing grew heavier as Esme stalked towards her, hips and futa-cock swaying back and forth.

Harriet’s mind, which I had no problem reading, was a wild jumble of thoughts and emotions. Confusion was chief among them, and there was a little fear too. There was also, surprisingly, a whole lot of arousal and excitement. I wasn’t sure if Esme’s pheromones had always affected women, or if it was another change related to now having a penis. Either way it was having a very clear effect on the young blonde. It wasn’t entirely the work of Esme’s pheromones though, Harriet’s own fetishes were doing their part.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that Harriet was a bit of a fantasy nerd. Her love of all things fantasy had eventually led to a fascination with fantasy-inspired porn; and her favourite genre just so happened to be futanari porn. Hot, busty women with huge cocks fucking other women.

Her fantasies and kinks didn’t end there though. Her perverse interests extended to cat-girls, hentai, cartoon porn, tentacle porn, and other mythical creatures. She even owned a rather impressive set of dildos representing a myriad of non-human dicks; from extant creatures like dogs and horses, to mythical beasts like dragons and trolls. She was a bit of a size queen to boot. The largest of her toys was a fifteen inch long horse dildo, which she loved more for its size than its anatomical inspiration.

I followed them as Esme took Harriet by the hand. The slightly dazed, yet massively aroused girl was led the short distance to Esme’s bedroom.

Esme, already nude, made short work of pulling Harriet’s clothes off. Her outfit had been a fairly snug fit, but didn’t put much on display. With that barrier removed, I could see now she had a pretty decent body. Reading her measurements in her bubble was one thing, actually seeing her naked was quite another. One thing I’ve learnt from my exposure to nudity was how two girls with the same bra size, weight, height, etc., could look so different from each other despite their similarities. The shape and position of a girl’s breasts could make a C look like a D, or vice versa. The same went for the overall size of a girl compared to her tits.

Harriet had a relatively slim body that looked to be more from good genetics and a healthy diet rather than strenuous physical activity. Her curves were softer than the firm, toned, athletic bodies that many of the girls in my harem possessed. Still, at 5’3” she was fairly petite, or “fun-sized” according to her shirt, which was right up my alley. Her teardrop-shaped C-cup tits looked like they would swing and bounce nicely in bed.

With a soft, almost inhuman growl, Esme picked up the curly-haired blonde with ease and dropped her onto the bed. With Harriet flat on her back, Esme swiftly pulled her panties down her legs, revealing a pussy hidden beneath a soft dusting of blonde hair.

Growling again, deeper this time, Esme crawled like a cat over Harriet’s smaller body, her sinful curves undulation with her movements. Harriet whimpered in anticipation and arousal, and her soft breasts shook as they rose and fell on her chest with her ragged breathing.

Esme glanced back over her shoulder, smiling at me. Her normally inch-long fangs were now only slightly more pronounced canines, lending her a slightly vampiric appearance. The facial features that caught my eye the most though, were her eyes. When she had transformed before, they had glowed like red-hot coals fresh from the fire, but now her eyes stayed purple, but shone with an enticing vibrancy. She gave me a wink, shaking her marvellous ass at me, before turning back towards Harriet.

Looming face to face over the younger woman, her larger breasts squishing into Harriet’s smaller ones. Esme’s strong hands danced their way up Harriet’s arms, and twined their fingers together. Bearing down over the smaller woman with her supernatural strength, she pinned Harriet to the bed. Not that Harriet was struggling.

With Harriet’s interest in fantasy erotica colouring her thoughts, she felt no fear at witnessing Esme’s demonic nature. I could feel her arousal rolling off of her in waves. For her, this was an impossible fantasy come true.

Of course, the powerful pheromones Esme was emitting to make herself more alluring to her potential victims helped get things started. They were working on me at least, if the tent in my trousers was anything to go by

With their eyes locked on each other’s, Harriet exclaimed,

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re actually a succubus. With a futa dick and everything. This is like, my number one fantasy!”

Smiling happily, Esme leaned in and growled in reply,

“Then let me reward my favourite employee by making her dreams come true.”

They both moaned into the kiss as their lips met, Esme’s deeper and rougher noises mixing with Harriet’s higher pitched moans. Esme’s hips started to rock back and forth, grinding her purple dick along Harriet’s furred cunt. The younger girl started to undulate her hips against Esme’s, desperately seeking the promised impossible penetration.

I was rock hard in my trousers, and was tempted to join in the erotic coupling before me. Even with her new shaft leaking its own arousal all over Harriet, Esme’s hot and wet pussy was still primed and begging to be fucked. I could also give Harriet her first experience with double penetration. With two real cocks at least, as the kinky blonde had used two of her wide variety of exotic dildos and butt plugs to experience double penetration a number of times.

Esme broke their kiss and lifted her hips, lining up her ten inch long girl-dick with Harriet’s pussy without needing to use her hands. She paused, staring down at Harriet, who looked back up at her with wide eyes.

“Do it. Shove that huge futa dick in my pussy”.

Esme thrust hard into Harriet’s tight, young cunt, burying as much of her new cock as she could into her new lover. Well versed in the use of some seriously huge sex toys, Harriet took Esme’s long futa cock right to the base.

“Holy fucking christ” she screamed in pleasure.

Esme’s wings snapped open, fanning out to their full size, the tips almost touching both opposite walls.

A loud grunt escaped Esme as her new cock was surrounded by an orgasming pussy for the first time. Her body locked up as well, her back arching and ass clenching as she savoured the new feeling. I could see and smell just how wet her own pussy was, practically begging to be fucked itself.

“Now I understand why men are always do eager to have sex.” She gasped.

She wasn’t wrong. It was a real battle resisting the urge to climb up behind Esme and fuck her while she fucked Harriet.

Alas, I was here to see if Esme could have sex with a girl without taking any energy from her lover, not to get my own rocks off. In the past, Esme would have been able have sex with a girl without any risk of hurting her. Only an Incubus, her male counterpart, could feed off female sexual and life energy. If Esme’s new anatomy allowed her to do the same, I would have to rethink things. It wasn’t an immediate deal breaker, but the safety of my girls was my top priority.

If, and that was a big if, Esme could now feed from females, I would have to ensure she was kept well fed and provided for at all times. Giving in to my urges now could ruin this test, so I held myself back. Esme’s ass flexed and tensed as she drew her hips back and then thrust back into Harriet’s clenching pussy, eliciting even more squeals and moans the blonde.

Esme smothered Harriet’s lips with her own, muffling their ecstatic vocalisations. With each thrust of Esme’s hips, Harriet’s pussy leaked clear juices around Esme’s shaft. Suddenly ripping her cock free of the clenching hole, Esme used her supernatural strength to flip Harriet over and pull her hips back till she was on all fours. Esme guided the tip of her futa cock back into Harriet’s soaked pussy and slowly buried herself into her young assistant again.

My predictions of how Harriet’s teardrop shaped tits would move during sex proved true. With each thrust, they swung and bounced hypnotically beneath her. Esme’s much larger breasts jiggled and shook on her chest as she fucked Harriet with wild abandon.

Between gasps, moans, and other dynamic sounds, Harriet kept urging,

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

The room was filled with an orchestra of screams, moans, grunts, groans, and even growls, accompanied by the slap of flesh on flesh. The chorus of sounds built to a crescendo until they came as a pair. With a scream, Harriet’s arms gave way as she dropped face first onto the bed just as Esme slammed home, her hips slamming into Harriet’s round ass as she followed her down to the bed, pinning her to the mattress with her cock. Esme’s ass clenched, her wings snapped open, and she shouted as her cock erupted into a pussy for the first time.

A fountain of fluids shot out from where they were joined and from Esme’s snatch. I absorbed an intense rush of energy from Harriet’s orgasm, and felt a wild mix of emotions. From Esme, I sensed only overwhelming pleasure. A feeling of relief rolled over me, knowing that despite now having a cock, Esme was still only able to feed on men, and that she wasn’t a new succubus/incubus hybrid of some sort.