Lilith was still sprawled across her desk, thighs slick, milk dripping from one nipple, fingers lazily circling her clit, when the air in the room cracked open like glass.
A blinding silver-gold teleportation circle ignited on the obsidian floor, nine luxurious fox tails flaring behind it like living flames.
Out stepped the celestial nine-tailed fox.
Name: Tamamo Lyris Veyl, age twenty, daughter of the Patriarch of the House of Lust (one of literally hundreds of his offspring, but undeniably the favorite right now). Silver-white hair cascading to her waist, golden slit-pupil eyes, curves wrapped in a modified academy uniform (black-and-crimson blazer unbuttoned just enough to make gravity nervous, pleated skirt barely legal, nine tails swishing with casual arrogance).
She took one look at Lilith (still half-naked and glistening) and raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Where are my sisters and brothers?"
Lilith snapped upright instantly, wiped her hand on her ruined skirt, and bowed low (actual respect, not the fake shit she gave anyone else).
"Young Miss Lyris.
Kai is… currently occupied with a succubus.
Ace is wandering the halls.
Seraphine is in her room.
Riven is topside, probably laughing at humans."
Tamamo's tails flicked, amused.
"Good. Everything ready?"
"Yes, Young Miss. One thousand hellfire demons and one thousand succubi, all freshly converted from human stock. Fully loyal."
Tamamo's smile turned razor-sharp.
"Perfect. Vacation's over. Time to go home."
She snapped her fingers. Every private comm in the entire base lit up at once.
Within sixty seconds the conference room was packed.
- Seraphine and Riven burst in first, ice and mist trailing behind them, still smelling faintly of hospital antiseptic.
- Kai teleported in mid-thrust, succubus still clinging to his waist, both laughing.
- Ace strolled in last, hands in pockets, pizza slice in mouth.
The second Ace spotted Tamamo he grinned like Christmas came early.
"Yo, big sis!"
"Sup, little bro!"
They high-fived so hard the shockwave rattled the windows. Everyone else followed (Kai, Sera, Riven, all tail-wags and excited shouts). Old crew reunited.
Tamamo clapped once. The room quieted.
"Let's move. Assembly hall. Now."
They marched as a unit through the corridors, agents parting like the Red Sea.
The main hall doors rolled open to reveal two thousand freshly minted demons standing in perfect formation: one thousand hulking hellfire brutes, one thousand succubi in tactical skirts, eyes glowing with brand-new loyalty.
Ace blinked. "Okay, I've asked this like fifty times… why the private army again?"
Tamamo turned, tails flaring dramatically.
"Because they're my personal retainers for the Demonic Royal Academy. House of Lust secured me a founder's seat. Angels tried to block it (politics), so Dad let me bring exactly one thousand males and one thousand females as my 'entourage.'"
Riven raised a hand. "Wait—so the angels—"
"Are pissed but powerless," Tamamo finished, smirking. "Deal's already sealed in blood. Vacation's over, kids. Pack your toothbrushes."
She sliced the air with one claw. A massive crimson-gold teleportation circle exploded across the floor, big enough for two thousand bodies.
Tamamo stepped to the edge, glanced back with a wicked grin.
"Ready to go home? You've all been having way too much fun. I watched the videos, by the way. Very… creative fieldwork."
Kai whooped.
Seraphine actually blushed.
Ace just laughed and flipped her off.
Two thousand demons, four overpowered prodigies, and one smug nine-tailed princess stepped into the circle.
Light swallowed them whole.
Destination:
The Demonic Royal Academy.
A whole new playground.
A whole new level of chaos.
And somewhere in the void between worlds, Tamamo's golden eyes glowed with pure, predatory excitement.
Class is about to start
The teleportation circle spat them out onto polished obsidian tiles beneath a blood-red sky.
They stood in front of the Veyl Family's off-realm estate: a sprawling, gothic-chic mansion that looked like someone took a cathedral, dipped it in sin, and gave it nine tail-shaped towers. Crimson banners with the golden nine-tailed fox sigil snapped in the sulfur-scented breeze.
Tamamo clapped her hands once, tails flaring like a royal cape.
"Lilith, take the two thousand servants to the academy grounds. Prepare my wing, the training halls, the private bathhouse, everything. I want it perfect before opening ceremony."
Lilith bowed low, still flushed from earlier activities.
"At once, Young Miss."
A second circle flared; she and the entire army of hellfire demons and succubi vanished in perfect formation.
Tamamo spun on her heel toward Seraphine, golden eyes sparkling.
"Sera, girl's week! Shopping in the Lust District, new uniforms, custom lingerie weapons, spa day, sleepover gossip, the works. We leave in five."
Seraphine actually cracked a real smile (rare as a solar eclipse).
"Finally. I need new ice-diamond heels."
The two women linked arms and vanished in a swirl of frost and foxfire, giggling like old academy besties.
Silence fell.
Kai, Ace, and Riven stood alone on the front steps, staring at the empty courtyard.
Ace broke it first.
"Soooo… what now?"
Kai cracked his knuckles, already grinning like a wolf.
"Bang some noble demon chicks. Obviously."
Riven rolled his shoulders, mist curling off his skin.
"Nah. Hunting. Been too long since I drowned something that deserved it."
Ace looked between them, smirked, and shrugged.
"Why choose? Hunt first… then celebrate by banging whatever we catch."
Kai and Riven turned slowly, mirrored predatory grins spreading across their faces.
"Not a bad idea," Kai said.
"Terrible influence," Riven added, already pulling on black leather gloves. "I like it."
Ace cracked his neck.
"Alright then. Let's go raise some hell before class starts."
Three sets of footsteps echoed across the courtyard as the trio disappeared into the crimson dusk (one hypnotist, one master of disguise, one walking tidal wave), heading straight for the seediest, most dangerous districts in the infernal realm.
One week of freedom left.
They planned to use every filthy, bloody second of it.
Academy orientation could wait.
Chaos couldn't.
The obsidian-black carriage (pulled by six hell-stallions with burning manes) rolled to a stop in front of the mansion steps.
The driver, a grizzled old incubus with a monocle and a whip made of chained souls, bowed low.
"Where to, young masters?"
Ace leaned back, feet already up on the opposite seat.
"Obsidian Heartwood," he said, naming the most infamous forest in the infernal realm. "Endless, lawless, crawling with mindless lesser demons, ancient dungeons, underground cave networks, the works."
Riven's eyes gleamed with frost. "Perfect hunting ground. Things down there haven't seen daylight in centuries. They'll scream pretty when I drown them."
Kai grinned like a shark. "And if we're really lucky, we'll stumble on some exiled noble girl running from an arranged marriage. Save her, bang her senseless, classic hero shit."
The driver didn't even blink (he'd served the House of Lust for eight hundred years; nothing fazed him).
"Very good. Twelve-hour journey. Allow me to prepare."
He snapped his fingers.
Three veteran succubi MILFs strode forward (all in their apparent late thirties, bodies built for sin).
- Crimson hair, golden eyes, breasts so heavy the cropped leather tops looked ready to surrender.
- Hips and asses that swayed like a hypnotic spell.
- Already dripping, pink pussies glistening beneath micro-skirts that barely qualified as belts.
They climbed in without a word, one sliding onto each boy's lap like they'd done this a thousand times (because they had).
Behind them, lesser imps loaded the carriage boot:
- Enchanted weapons (swords that drank blood, whips made of living shadow, Riven's twin ice-water glaives).
- Crates of potion vials glowing every color of sin.
- Barrels of demon-grade liquor and enough gourmet soul-meat to feed a legion.
Doors slammed.
The driver cracked his whip.
The hell-stallions surged forward, carriage lurching into motion, tearing down the crimson road that led straight to the Obsidian Heartwood.
Inside, the succubi wasted no time.
One was already grinding slow circles on Ace's lap, purring, "Save some monsters for me to ride later, Master."
Another had Kai's fly open, stroking lazily while feeding him shots of something that burned purple.
The third straddled Riven sideways, letting him bury his face in her tits while frost mist curled around them both.
Twelve hours.
No rules.
No academy yet.
Just three demonic prodigies, three dripping MILF succubi, and an endless forest full of things to kill, loot, and fuck.
The carriage thundered into the blood-red night.
Let the pre-term field trip begin.
The corridor outside Tamamo's private wing was deathly silent except for the soft click of two sets of heels.
Rows of maids in black-and-crimson uniforms and butlers with silver tails bowed in perfect synchronization as the nine-tailed princess and the ice prodigy passed, hands loosely entwined. No one lifted their gaze. Everyone knew the rules: when the Young Miss and Lady Frostborn walked like this (fingers laced, tails brushing, faint smiles that promised ruin), the entire wing was off-limits until further notice.
The double doors (obsidian carved with scenes of writhing lovers) swung open on silent hinges and sealed behind them with a low, resonant boom.
Crimson hellfire sconces flickered to life the moment the lock clicked.
The bedchamber was obscene in its luxury: a vaulted ceiling dripping with black crystal chandeliers that chimed like distant moans, walls paneled in bloodwood and mirrored glass that reflected every angle, and in the center a bed large enough for an orgy of twenty (black silk sheets already turned down, pillows embroidered with the nine-tailed crest).
Tamamo turned the key slowly, deliberately, golden eyes never leaving Seraphine.
Seraphine's voice came out husky, teasing, almost a purr.
"Locking the door already, sister? Someone's hungry."
She reached behind her neck and pulled the single silver clasp. Her ice-blue dress sighed to the floor in one fluid motion, pooling like frozen water. Moon-pale skin glowed under the hellfire light (full, heavy breasts with nipples the color of frost-kissed roses, already peaked and begging; a narrow waist that flared into hips made for bruising grips; and between her thighs, a perfectly smooth, flushed pink pussy already glistening, a single bead of arousal tracing a slow path down the inside of her leg).
Tamamo's tails flared wide, nine silver-white plumes shimmering with inner fire.
She didn't speak.
She simply let her own uniform burn away in a ripple of golden foxfire (fabric igniting and dissolving into harmless sparks that rained around her feet). The blazer, the pleated skirt, the black lace lingerie (everything gone in a heartbeat). What remained was breathtaking: sun-kissed skin, breasts even heavier than Seraphine's, pierced with delicate golden rings that chimed softly when she breathed; a toned stomach leading down to wide, fertile hips; and a dripping, swollen pussy framed by a neatly trimmed silver landing strip, slick already coating her inner thighs and threatening to drip onto the marble.
They stood three steps apart, naked, eyes locked.
Lust crackled like static.
Love (ancient, possessive, unbreakable) glowed beneath it.
Then the distance vanished.
Seraphine lunged first; Tamamo met her halfway. They collided hard enough to stagger back a step, mouths fusing in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation. Saliva spilled instantly, dripping down chins, coating lips as they devoured each other. Seraphine's ice-cold fingers found Tamamo's soaked heat and plunged in without warning (three fingers, then four, curling hard against that spot that made the fox princess's knees buckle). Tamamo snarled into the kiss and answered with equal brutality, sliding three clawed digits into Seraphine's dripping cunt, thumb grinding mercilessly over her clit.
They finger-fucked standing in the middle of the room (hips rolling in perfect sync, breasts crushed together, nipples dragging sparks of pleasure with every breath). Wet, obscene sounds filled the chamber: squelch, slap, moan, gasp (echoing off mirrors that showed every angle of their debauchery): tails wrapping around Seraphine's waist, frost mist curling around Tamamo's thighs, melting against burning skin.
Tamamo broke the kiss first, gasping, golden eyes glowing like molten metal.
"Bed. Now."
She shoved Seraphine backward. They stumbled together, mouths reconnecting, fingers never stopping, until the backs of Seraphine's knees hit the mattress and they fell in a tangle of limbs and tails and frost-kissed moans.
The bed accepted them like it had been waiting centuries.
Girl's week had begun (and the mansion staff outside quietly adjusted their schedules, knowing no one would see either woman until they were sated, marked, and glowing).
Possibly days.