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Devil Inside: Finale — Pt 7

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Sir

I went back to my own suite to get cleaned up and to check in with Cumslut at the hospital. She assured me that Ian hadn’t found any other issues and that she was feeling better, but was certainly still sore. I brought her up to speed with our plans for the day.

“That sounds like a really good plan, my love. And I’m so sorry about Adam — I know he wasn’t in his right mind. I hope when this is all over you will see him again.”

Adam was not a subject I wanted to discuss, so I assured her that we would be careful and that I would come and see her as soon as possible after the ceremony. Maybe she was right about Adam but that wound was too fresh.

I hit the breakfast buffet as the ladies were all finishing up. Marie and Ronnie were all giggles and Janelle and Alicia kept giving me smug looks. And in truth, despite the seeming betrayal from my son and the concerns about the ritual, I’d had an amazing time with all of them over the previous 24 hours.

I was intrigued by what Marie had said about her daughter. DeeDee had been a horrible cocktease when I had met her and her family. That’s not a crime and I felt guilty later for messing with her. I felt zero guilt at all for messing with her father — he was a lech and a shit and I wasn’t sorry that he was dead, and no, I wasn’t directly responsible for that. But Marie’s vague description of DeeDee retaining some qualities from my transformation of her really had me curious.

It was around 11:30 when I heard the buzzer indicating that someone was being let through the driveway gates. I knew Erin would greet our guest at the door in Cumslut’s absence, but Marie headed down the hall as well and we soon heard squeals of greeting from our big blonde and a second female voice.

Marie appeared in the lounge moments later, holding hands with a now very mature DeeDee. I heard a gasp from Alicia and saw Janelle elbow her wife in the side. “Don’t get all fan girl, babe!” But I could tell that Janelle was nervously eager as well.

When I had last seen DeeDee, she was nineteen but still had that high school softness about her. There was no trace of that remaining. She was now a gorgeous grown-ass woman, with cheekbones that could slice you in half and gravity-defying breasts that made anyone and everyone want to bury their face between them.

She looked across the room and saw me and grinned. She strode across the floor in her thigh-high boots, a big smile on her face the whole time, until she stopped in front of me and slapped me as hard as I’ve ever been slapped. “That’s for fucking with my family.”

Then she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me into a kiss that made my toes curl, and that just doesn’t happen. “And that’s for giving me what I needed to be a better person.”

I smiled back at her, my stinging cheek forgotten for the moment. “DeeDee. You look incredible.” And she did, in her black leather corset and mini-skirt and those boots. I would have sworn that she hadn’t been nearly this tall back then.

“Your stepmom tells me that I might not have known what the hell I was doing when I turned you into a succubus and tried to turn you back. Care to explain?” She took a step back from me, then surveyed the room.

“Why don’t you introduce me to your other guests first, and then we can talk.”

Marie stepped in to take her around. “Sweetheart, this is my… friend, Veronica. Ronnie.” DeeDee looked at them both for a moment, then stepped forward to wrap Ronnie into a big hug. “Veronica. I can see that my mom is madly in love with you. I hope you feel the same.”

Ronnie suddenly seemed a little hesitant, rather than her normally bold self. “Yes, I… I… I do love Marie! But it’s complicated…”

“You love your husband. Of course you do! But listen to me, chica. Your husband will love Marie just as much as you do. You have nothing to worry about. I can see it.”

I thought I saw a little sob caught in Ronnie’s throat, and then she was hugging DeeDee back as hard as she could. “Thank you, chula! I’m so glad that you are here!”

Marie led DeeDee over to Janelle and Alicia, as always sitting together and holding hands. They rose together and DeeDee leaned forward to kiss each of them on the cheek, making Alicia blush bright red. “I’m guessing you were fans of DeeDee Devil?”

Alicia giggled and looked down. DeeDee placed a finger under her chin and raised her head. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m very proud of that part of my life! I hope we can spend some time together after this is all done.” Alicia’s blush deepened.

Janelle

DeeDee made her way back to Sir, leaving both Alicia and Janelle a little breathless. “So, Sir, what do you want to know?”

He looked her up and down for a moment. “Your stepmom says that I did both more to turn you and less to turn you back. Care to explain?”

DeeDee grinned, her smile growing wider, revealing prominent canines. Her skin darkened, turning pink, then red, then blood red. “You left me with some gifts, Daddy. And I’ve enjoyed them immensely.” From under her skirt, a thin tail emerged, forked at the end. It curved up in front of DeeDee until she opened her mouth and sucked the tip in.

Suddenly there was an 8 foot tall demon standing in front of her, taloned hands reaching out to grab her. Instead of being terrified, she giggled. “That’s what I’m talking about! Come to Mama!” She reached up and pulled his ravaged face down to hers, their forked tongues doing battle.

DeeDee pulled back and hooked her leg around the demon’s calf and pushed. The house shook as he fell back into the conversation pit and she was immediately on him, both hands around his massive cock as it quickly grew to full size. “Fuck, I’ve needed this! Gimme!”

She impaled herself on the demon, taking his full length inside her. He looked confused, having never been anything other than the aggressor. He reached up to grab the little succubus but she slapped his hands away. “Not yet.” She rose above him and slammed herself back down on his cock, her tail wrapped around his balls like a bondage strap.

Janelle wasn’t sure how she ended up on her back on the floor, Ronnie’s pussy grinding down on her face as the little Latina drove three fingers into Janelle’s soaked sex. She looked past Ronnie’s fit thighs to see Marie and Alicia grinding against each other, panting and moaning.

Sexual energy, lust and need were coming off the rutting demon and succubus in waves. She giggled, thinking that the staff were probably all fucking each other frantically, all over the house.

The demon rose, DeeDee still impaled on his unearthly cock. His hands squeezed the globes of her ass and he roared as he stood and pistoned in and out of her. She seemed so small compared to his massive presence but she laughed and gripped his biceps, urging him on. “That’s it, Daddy! Fuck me! I want to feel that huge cock of yours in my chest!”

The demon roared and gripped DeeDee’s ass tighter as he came, shooting wad after wad of black jizz into the little succubus. She screamed herself, cumming hard on his huge cock as it filled her.

Then it was Sir standing there, with a pale-skinned DeeDee in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his chest. “Thank you, Daddy. You don’t know how long I’ve needed that.”

He gently set her down, looking worried. It took Janelle a minute to figure out why. He had scrupulously avoided cumming inside any of their vaginas, not wanting to chance another offspring. DeeDee seemed to sense his concern. “Don’t worry, Sir. You didn’t knock me up. The succubus part of me will make sure of that.”

He sighed, then looked around to see the rest of the room starting to come out of their sexual frenzy, looking a little dazed. “Did we cause that?”

DeeDee giggled. “Well, it was mostly me, big guy. It’s the way I’m wired.”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur, the sexual energy never fully dissipating — setting the scene for the ritual that was to come.

DeeDee’s escorts arrived in one car and seemed not at all surprised to find everyone nude and in the mood. DeeDee brought a tall young black man over to meet her. “Janelle, this is Joseph. I think you’ll be pleased.” He looked at her with kind brown eyes and seemed happy with what he was seeing. Janelle didn’t hesitate and knelt in front of him, lowering his zipper.

She whistled as she revealed his half-erect cock — long, thick and veiny. If she had never been with Sir, she would have been intimidated. Instead, she stood up to kiss Joseph, stroking his cock with one hand while she unbuttoned his shirt with the other. “Yes, you will do nicely.” His grin told her he knew exactly what she meant.

Alicia sat on a banquette, pouting a little until Janelle motioned her over. “Do you mind if I share you with my wife for a little while.”

“It would be my privilege.” His voice was as smooth as a late-night DJ and Janelle felt herself getting wetter, if that was possible.

She turned a little to see Ronnie and a beautiful Asian woman no taller than her kissing and exploring each other. Marie was lying back on a sofa, her eyes closed as a pretty surfer boy licked her, stroking his sizable cock to make sure he was ready when she wanted him.

She finished undressing Joseph and led him over to the center of the big conversation pit. She lay on her back, her head to the center. Joseph spread her legs and lifted them over his shoulders and entered her and she felt full like no one other than Sir had made her feel.

“That’s it, honey. Take your time. You feel so good!” He smiled down at her, never breaking eye contact, as he slid in and out of her slickness.

She felt a hand hold hers, and looked over to see Sir’s head next to hers, DeeDee riding him with the same rhythm that Joseph was fucking her. Ronnie took her other hand, her beautiful escort licking her with a similar rhythm. She felt a momentarily jolt, then realized that Marie must have completed the circuit behind her.

She looked up to see her wife carefully step over them, until she was sitting cross-legged in the center of the circle they formed. She reached down to caress Janelle’s cheek and then started reading the ritual. As her voice rose and fell, Joseph and the others seemed to find the rhythm of the words, until Janelle stopped thinking and just… was.

Janelle, later

She still found herself waking up earlier than she needed to. Actually, since she had moved into Sir’s mansion with Alicia the previous year, she really didn’t need to get out of bed at all if she didn’t want to. She and Alicia still owned the school, but they were figureheads at most these days. Their staff was doing a fine job of carrying on their work.

She looked over at Jenny, still asleep on her back with her baby bump pushing up the blanket over her belly. Her unborn daughter with Adam seemed to be growing at a normal (human) rate and showed no signs yet of the early awareness that Adam had while in Janelle’s womb.

Adam and Jenny had disappeared for a few months, with only Jenny’s occasional texts to let them know that the couple was okay and continuing to pursue more information on the demon that was now split between four people. It was a few months before Adam was finally willing to admit that his father was acting in everyone’s best interest, most especially Adam’s, when he refused to allow his son to be present while they split the demon.

Adam and Jenny had finally visited just a couple of months earlier and, after a family conference and a small bit of reconciliation, it was decided that Jenny would stay at the house during her pregnancy and Alicia would go back to Europe with Adam as his research assistant. Jenny and their baby were going to get the best care that money could buy in LA. Adam was still barely on speaking terms with his father, but he trusted his moms.

Sir convinced one of the leading obstetricians in Southern California to take a sabbatical and move into the guest house with his wife and college-aged daughter. Janelle didn’t know for sure but she suspected that the good doctor and maybe his wife had been present at some of Sir’s “parties”. And their daughter had proven to be quite delectable. They had all adapted quickly to the clothing-optional lifestyle.

She slid out of the bed and into a thin silk robe, passing through the kitchen to pick up a cup of coffee brewed to her specifications by Rohit. She sat out by the pool, the rising sun behind her shining off the Pacific Ocean spread out before her a few hundred yards away.

Alicia had texted her the night before, with news that she and Adam had found some long-hidden texts in a monastery in northern Italy that might shed some light on the fragments of Sir’s demon that now lived in her and her family.

She had registered the presence of… something… within days of the ceremony that split the demon into pieces and scattered them. She had begun to wonder if this might be how demons propagated, which should have made her feel guilty. But she was confident that they had the secret to controlling them through feeding them ecstasy rather than terror.

Not long after the demon was split between them, Marie had sold her house in Greensboro and moved into a luxury condo in Uptown Charlotte, to be closer to Ronnie and Ronnie’s husband, who undoubtedly thought himself the luckiest man in the world. They were all due out for a visit soon, and given Ronnie’s ability to shield herself from Sir, Janelle really wanted to understand how the demon might have affected her differently.

She felt a presence behind her and without turning around said, “Good morning, Simone!” Sir’s last transformation of Cumslut just before the demon split had helped her regain most of her independence, without turning back into the narcissistic horror she had been when he met her.

She didn’t want to go back to being called Mona but Cumslut no longer fit either, so she settled on Simone. She and Sir had hired one of the most talented tattoo artists in the area to turn her “Cumslut” tattoo into a beautiful full-back work of art.

Simone came around to give Janelle a kiss and placed her own coffee cup on the table. “Hope I’m not interrupting deep thoughts,” she said, settling into her own chair. As usual, she was completely naked except for high-heeled espadrilles, with cloth laces circling her gorgeous calves almost to her knees.

“It’s too early in the morning for deep thoughts, dear heart. Just enjoying the morning and thinking about our loves.”

Simone sighed and nodded in agreement. “I know you miss Alicia. I do too. But Adam needs her, more than I think he knows.” Janelle had no argument against that.

The sliding door opened again, and Simone looked back and jumped up. “Matthew, beloved! Good morning!” Sir gave her a big naked hug and then came over to give Janelle a deep, lingering kiss.

“Good morning, Janelle. What’s got you in such a reflective mood this morning?” he said, stroking her naked thigh and eliciting a little shiver from her before she leaned into it.

“Ronnie texted me a couple of days ago. She feels a change coming, and I think we’ve all learned not to ignore her prescience. And with Alicia’s text yesterday, I think we know what direction that change is coming from.”

Matthew (she still mostly thought of him as Sir) nodded and replied, “Yes, between Jenny and Adam’s baby coming soon and the new knowledge that Alicia and Adam are uncovering, we’re heading into uncharted territory.

He pulled both of them up to him and hugged them tightly. “I have no fear, loves. Whatever happens, our family will face it together.”

And so they did.

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