***The Infernal Plane of Lust***

***Isabella***

“Talk about what?” Amon asked, seemingly unconcerned by my efforts to clarify how serious our conversation truly was.

“I just wanted to make a few things understood regarding what happened last night,” I explained while fiddling with my tail. It was showing my nervousness, but I just couldn’t help it. I wasn't entirely sure how to express myself so that there wouldn't be any issues between the two of us in the future.

“Last night?” Amon frowned, clearly not understanding what I was getting at.

I pressed my lips together, displeased that he wasn't understanding – or at least pretending not to. “Last night, you know? I am referring to what happened with me and my sisters. The orgy.”

“Oh, that last night.” He chuckled and scratched the back of his head, apparently conscious about what had happened. “Don't worry, I don't even remember most of it.” His expression fell. “Which is actually a little disconcerting. I never before had a blackout like that.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to make it clear that no matter what you might get up to with my sisters, I am and will always be number one!” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and glared at him. “They will surely try to get their fill, and man that you are, I don’t expect you to stay vigilant at all times. In any case, our relationship has to stay your top priority! I don’t want to find myself being thrown to the wayside after giving my all for you.”

“Number one?” he questioned and grinned. “Relationship? Vigilant? I thought we were still trying to work out what this thing going on between us is. But I am happy to hear that you are feeling that way.”

Now I knew for certain that he was trying to mess with me! He understood very well what I was trying to say.

I growled and grabbed his leather tunic, pulling him down to be face to face with me. “It means that I am yours and you are mine! I will be always first among my sisters. And we will get rid of Khorne so that the two of us can be together.”

“Hahaha, I just wanted to tease you.” The infuriating male took my hands and kneaded my palms slowly with his thumbs, which send warm feelings up my spine.

“Believe me, I would rather have you than all the others in this castle. I have to admit that there is something about being with you that I haven't felt with any of the others.” He coughed. “Although, having Kasdeya or Danielle as icing on the cake wasn't too bad. Not to mention Claire’s skills with her tail…” He shook himself.

He sounded so serious, it was hard not to believe him. And I knew him not to be a player at heart. Although, he certainly took his chances if he was offered them.

I shook my head, banishing the thought. If anything, I knew Amon to be the type to speak his thoughts without holding back. He wouldn't lie in a matter such as this.

I felt myself blush slightly. Maybe that would have been a good moment to get a clean slate between the two of us, but I just couldn't tell him that there was a good reason for him to feel the way he did. It was just too embarrassing!

“Speaking of which...” Amon coughed. “Could we... it's actually been a few days since I started my contract.” He adjusted his pants.

I looked down at his crotch and sighed. Guys. “I guess it can’t be helped, but you have to take that amulet off... and make sure to fix the issues before you use it again.”

“It isn't an issue from my point of view...” he mumbled but waved his hand over his chest when I shot him a fiery glare. “There, switched off! I actually thought of the possibility of deactivating it before finalizing the design. There are some situations in which an artefact that’s mindlessly restoring you can be detrimental. And I suspect that losing control of my baser instincts has more to do with two certain succubi trying to double-team me than with some malfunction. Seriously, you alone are bad enough, but two, then four? Any healthy guy would lose his mind.”

I nodded and looked around, then chose the empty workbench to hop on top of. Turning to face him, I spread my arms and legs to receive Amon with a smile. To be honest, I eagerly anticipated another round.

Amon just stood there, looking sheepish and embarrassed for some reason. “Ah, c- could we...” He played with his fingers, actually seeming embarrassed about freely stating his desires.

I pursed my lips and used our connection to get a glimpse of his thoughts.

Then I rolled my eyes. “We don't have to ask her. Didn’t you complain a moment ago that two of us might be too much? Do not forget that I am a succubus. I can be anyone you want.” I winked at him and concentrated on Felicia's form. Her blue skin and green hair. Then the slightly plumper but still inarguably attractive bodyshape with the gentle face. Lastly, I added a little surprise to show him that everything was possible.

Amon was gaping at me once the transformation was finished. Claire's additional lessons had definitely been worth it. I shot him a confident grin and turned around on all fours, waving my alluring rear-end at him.

***The Infernal Plane of Lust***

***Ashley***

“Two more dead! And we aren't anywhere closer to finding the Átahsaia!” Khorne complained and slammed his open palm onto the table. He was the type to do that when frustrations ran high.

I closed my eyes and shook my head at his antics. It was probably too much to tell him that just ordering people to stay together never had a chance of succeeding. The issue wasn't only that demons as a whole were unlikely to listen to such a command.

The Átahsaia had shown us the ability to turn someone else into an unwilling puppet – which effectively counteracted any plan at identifying it with logical exclusion methods.

Right now, only those with high mental resistances would be reasonably safe. Sadly, I was no longer absolutely certain whether that was indeed the case. Originally, I had counted on using an Átahsaia because it would grant my daughters the most safety.

When we had gotten onto its tail, the Átahsaia had reprogrammed its victim far too quickly, using it as a distraction for us to chase while its real self got away. Likely by using the confusion to just grab another hapless victim.

The skill to do such a thing implied extremely strong telepathic powers. Maybe strong enough to threaten a succubus.

I pursed my lips at the thought, wondering whether my daughters were in danger. Hellith had taken great care to hire a capable assassin from a third party. Someone that couldn’t be tracked back to us. Even if caught, it would have looked like the Átahsaia’s instructions had come from one of Khorne’s enemies.

The problem with employing outside agents came with the danger of them taking a little too much leeway in terms of getting their work done. I was sure that the Átahsaia had been instructed not to touch any of my daughters, but who could say that the assassin would stay true to his orders in a pinch.

Because of that, I had taken great care to create the perfect environment for the Átahsaia to work with. But that had gone out the window when Khorne insisted on his special guests!

Now, I was no longer sure what the assassin would do. Would he go against his orders? Especially when it looked like he had been sent on a mission without a way out? I couldn't blame an assassin to fight with everything he got if backed into a corner.

I rubbed my temples, wondering whether I was overthinking the situation. So far, the plan to have Khorne and his men killed before he could sully my little Isa had worked well enough.

The problem lay within the fact that the Átahsaia seemed far too capable and incapable at the same time. It was fine that he had already killed a handful of his targets, but almost getting caught had put Khorne on high alert. The murders had been too obvious.

It was only a question of time until the other Demon Lord would question the fact that the Átahsaia avoided my succubi like the plague.

The original expectation had been that Khorne’s party would be slowly reduced in numbers – preferably through accidents and other mishaps. The process could have taken months as far as I was concerned. The assassin could have distributed his kills throughout the entire storm season and made them look like mishaps. Maybe an accident with a soul weapon here… or a magical training failure there… but the Átahsaia had chosen to reveal itself like some inexperienced beginner.

Had they really sent one of their skilled operatives for this mission? Or had something gone wrong during the hiring process?

I wondered what was going through the assassin’s mind. Had he thought that this would be a walk in the park? That he could play a little game of cat and mouse with Khorne and his men? Maybe that was the problem. My castle probably seemed far too much like a closed cage that didn’t give the Átahsaia’s prey a chance to escape.

The idiot likely got drunk on a power trip before he had run face-first into the soul mage – who wasn’t supposed to be here at all. Now that Amon had scared the Átahsaia off, the assassin was back to operating stealthily.

As he should have done from the beginning!

But the damage was done.

The situation was out of control as far as I was concerned. There was no way to tell whether the Átahsaia would still stick to its original instructions. And if it started to attack my daughters, the price would eventually be worse than if I had fought Khorne openly from the beginning.

If I lost an open confrontation with Khorne now, it may as well cost me my entire family. He would be able to spawn-camp us into oblivion. I had a few hidden cards up my sleeve, but going up against another Demon Lord was always a tricky situation.

Once I burned that bridge, there would be no going back to the old status quo.

I raised my hand nibbled on the tip of my claw. A moment later, I realized what I was doing and shape-shifted it back into a dainty fingernail. It wasn’t like me to show others anything less than female perfection.

“Maybe we should allow the soul mage to scan your people?” I suggested hesitatingly, knowing that it was the only real possibility of catching the assassin. Nobody would be happy about a soul mage meddling with them, but if their Demon Lord ordered it, Khorne’s men would probably go along with the plan.

“No matter my influence, I might have to put down a few of my men myself if I did that,” Khorne pointed out while he massaged his knee. It was apparent that he was concerned about losing even more of his men.

Losing a few more of Khorne’s people was just fine with me, so I shrugged. “I am sorry, but I really see no other solution of identifying the Átahsaia. The question is, are you willing to gamble that you lose fewer men if you wait for the Átahsaia to make a mistake? Or, if you have to, put down a handful of your own people to find the creature with relative certainty?”

***The Infernal Plane of Lust***

***Amon***

“You can be glad that it was Shax and I who found you,” Jada complained while linking arms with her huge boyfriend.

“This is so mortifying,” I lamented. It had already happened to me, but being walked in on while having sex was in some ways worse than doing the walking in.

“You have no right to say that!” Jada replied immediately, shaking a finger at me. “Imagine how I feel now, after supposedly finding my actual daughter on all fours while being mounted like an animal. I actually thought Felicia finally got away from her stupid plants to do something actually worthwhile, something a proper succubus should do. Something normal for a healthy demoness! I was so proud! Right up until I realized that it was just my adopted daughter ‘posing’ as my Felicia.”

She shot Isabella, who tried to ignore her ranting sister, a glare. “Not that I am opposed to you two having a little fun, but can’t you do such things behind closed doors? I am not used to such emotional roller coasters.”

“It’s not like you are any better!” Isabella complained, giving up on the ignoring-game. “Just remember that one time when we walked in on you and Shax!”

“I didn’t need to be reminded of that!” I exclaimed quickly, fighting my demonic memories. The gift of perfect memories was a curse!

“The difference is that we were in Shaxi’s room behind closed doors,” Jada reminded us mercilessly.

The huge demon next to her grunted affirmatively.

“We found you fucking like you were on a mission in Kasdeya’s workshop, which is essentially open to the public!” Jada gestured at the stairway that led directly into the castle’s basement without any obstructions whatsoever. “Are you two in a mating frenzy to not even consider your environment? Anyone could have walked in on the two of you rutting like animals. What if it had been Khorne?”

“He wouldn’t have recognized me in this form…” Isa muttered. “It’s not like anyone other than you would care about finding Amon rutting with Felicia…” She continued to justify herself like an insolent imp while she flicked her tail, slapping the ground with it.

“And what was that thing with the squirting!?” Jada gagged, then threw up her hands and gestured at Isabella’s tits. “Lactating? Are we mammals!? Isa, I’ve seen you do some sick shit, like eating someone else’s egg raw, but that goes too far even for my tastes! What the actual fuck, Isa? How would you even get the idea to do that!?”

I covered my face with both hands.

This day couldn't get any worse.

“It was a joke.” Isabella giggled like the mad succubus she was, but her skin turned a shade darker at being called out. “You should have seen Amon’s expression when he squeezed them and it hit him right in the face. I swear, his colour changed, and you should see a red demon becoming pale for once. Instead of red, he turned pink, like a lightly cooked human.”

I groaned. “Please, just stop talking about it! I think I got some of it into my mouth!” She would hold this over my head for centuries, I was certain of that. For a moment, just a small moment, I thought there must be a biological reason for a lactating female. Then I remembered that demons had no logical cause to lactate and Isabella confessed that she was messing with me.

Although, I found it kind of kinky once I got over the initial shock.

My lover coughed and corrected the black dress she had quickly thrown on. “Besides, it was Claire who taught me that shape-shifting always begins with the internals. It’s the difference between the good shape-shifters like succubi and the posers who only get the surface right, like mimics.”

“I will have a very serious word with Claire,” Jada spat. “These.” She grabbed her impressive tits and squeezed, drawing the attention of the two guys in the room. “Are for attracting prey! Not for actual use!”

I coughed and looked away.

Isabella patted my shoulder and tugged my dishevelled leather tunic back into place. “Poor Amon. Remember that you had fun playing with them before we were so rudely interrupted.” She leaned closer and whispered, “I know that you secretly liked it. Do you want to squeeze them again?”

“Not right now,” I replied while I tried to avoid Shax’s judging gaze. Why did this conversation have to happen in front of one of my minions? At least Shax wasn’t likely to wag his tongue about it.

Then Isa turned to face Jada. “So, what’s the reason for interrupting our fun?”

“Amon… not at… morning training…” Shax rumbled slowly as if every word was too much effort.

“Aw, shit!” I cursed. “I totally forgot about that!”

“Understandably…” Shax smirked. The occasion apparently awarded me with a slightly more talkative minion.

“I will be there tomorrow for sure,” I promised.

“Don’t be too quick on that.” Jada held up a hand. “I actually came here because Ashley and Khorne wanted me to find you. The two of them want you to search for the Átahsaia using your soul magic. They no longer care about offending Khorne’s men.”

“That was quick.” I pursed my lips, wondering what had changed since I had made the suggestion not so long ago. “Are they out of ideas?”

“That, and there were two more deaths.” Jada shrugged. “The Átahsaia is picking them off faster than my own sisters could. At this rate, Khorne’s delegation won’t last another month. I think our dear Demon Lord has finally given up on playing nice with his men.”

“Two more?” I hummed. “I must say that I don’t care about Khorne’s men overly much, but the damned thing has to be killed. It almost destroyed one of my experiments and it is a danger to my people too.”

Isa leaned closer to me. “Can’t we just allow the Átahsaia to kill Khorne’s men? Maybe it even gets him!”

I raised my hand to stop her. “And what happens if I don’t go along with this request? Khorne might decide that I am his enemy and then we have a full-blown battle within the confines of the castle on our hands.”

Isabella considered the possibility. “That might be bad. Let’s not do that. But what if you just fail at identifying the Átahsaia?”

I sighed. “I am afraid that’s hardly possible. I already suggested an easy solution a few days ago, mainly because it is such an obvious thing to do for anyone who can sense the souls of others. I offered to take inventory of everyone’s souls, which should be easy enough if the other party lowers their guard on their own. We practically make a ‘soulprint’. Then, once the next victim appears, we just have to check for anyone who is in possession of souls that don’t belong to him. And bam, we have our fucked up tentacle thing. Pretending that I cannot do it is hardly feasible.”

“Oh, so you went with that suggestion…” Isa sighed. “I guess it can’t be helped then. It would have been too easy.”

“Yeah,” I massaged my chin. “But let’s first listen to what Khorne has to say. He might have another idea. Where can I find him, Jada?”

“They told me to send you to Ashley’s office,” Jada replied. “Should I take you there?”

I waved my hand dismissively. “That’s not necessary. I can find my way easily enough by now.”

“Ladies.” Nodding at Isa and Jada, I went for a quick departure, wondering what Ashley and Khorne were up to.