Incubus Demonio – Sinful Story – Chapter 19: Blackmailin' Bitch (R18)

A person's core is the source of their power. A person's Core is classified into six colours: black, blue, red, green, grey, and white. One's mana colour starts off as black, because of the body's blood and other impurities mixed with the mana particles as they form together into the cultivation core. Each stage of the mana core colours is split into three shades (dark, solid, and light), except grey, which is split into initial, mid and high and white core, which does not have stages. The lighter the mana core colour, the purer one's mana core was. Therefore, there was more power one could have access to.

But — if a person has an affinity for two or even three different elements, then it would be possible that his/her core will take on multiple colours. However, this did not happen often. The most common way was when someone had an affinity towards both earth and fire; in such cases, the core took on either dark blue-green, dark green or bright green tones depending on how much time he spent cultivating each element. Or perhaps, if one cultivated water too long, the core would end up taking on deep-sea blue or aqua hues instead of just plain old ocean blue. There were many variations, but only rarely did people cultivate all four elements at once. That meant that it was rare to see a cultivator who possessed a core colour like purple or violet…

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There are 4 types of Elements for cultivators to use:

Fire

Water

Earth

Wind

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Any cultivator from level 1 to 99 can use each type of element, but some people prefer certain types over others. For example, Fire users tend to favour using weapons made of metal while Water users usually preferred to use blades. Wind users tended to wield weapons with sharp edges, such as swords, axes, daggers, and so forth. It wasn't uncommon for a cultivator to specialize in one specific element because it was easier than learning to master them all.

But — Angels or Demons or any person with their bloodlines possesses abilities far beyond what normal core users can do. Therefore, we call these individuals "Divine." Their powers are based upon their own personal cores' elemental affinities combined with the elementals themselves. And since those elements are already present within them, it makes sense that they can manipulate them without having to spend years training in order to learn how to control their bodies. They simply know-how. So, naturally, being able to manipulate multiple elements at once would make things even better for them.

Angel and Demon cores also gain strength through other means, however, such as the ability to absorb the essence of plants and animals, as well as the souls of living beings. These are known as "soul stones" and are used by demons and angels alike. Soul stone absorbs the soul of anything you consume, plant or animal, and turns into energy inside your core, which increases its potency. Some people say that the more powerful a person's or creature's core is, the stronger the soul stones become.

Demon gain bonus energy if they consume the soul stones of the dammed and sinful. Those souls are tainted and corrupt and thus provide more energy to the demon's core. Powerful demons or those of royal bloodlines also grant King's Crest to those who swear a lifelong allegiance to their King. A portion of their powers goes back to the king.

Angels get bonuses from consuming the souls of the righteous and holy. The soul of a saint or angel itself provides more energy to the angel's core than that of a regular human.

But like the others, the core of Angel and Demons are still in the six stages. If they consume too many essences or power before going on to the next stage, then their cores will grow unstable. When this happens, the core may begin to devour itself, causing the core user to become unstable. Where the core becomes corrupted and begins to feed on the soul of the cultivator himself or herself. Eventually, the core will destroy the entire body until nothing remains.

The woman stops speaking when she sees the boy is not listing to her.

"Django, are you even listing to my lesson? " His mother asked with her hands on her very nice hips. She looked down at him with her beautiful eyes. He felt weak in the knees every time she did this. Her face was always smiling and full of life.

"FUCK! Man! Stop staring at moms' desirable body… Who you know for about three months… God fucking dammit, "He thought to himself as he sighed heavily. His mother was a true beauty. Human form today. Blonde hair, blue eyes contacts, perfect skin and lips. Everything about her was just right.

Django cursed his mother's beauty, his incubus demon nature, and this GOD DAMN BUCKET!

The bucket was filled with blood and discharge. All from him. Every day, he had to empty it out and clean the bucket thoroughly before puking again. It's only been 2 weeks since his rampage on the slave market.

He had killed so many people. Ate so many dammed souls. Each soul granted the memories and skills of the slaver or customer he'd killed. As soon as he began eating the souls, he knew something was wrong, but he'd didn't care. As he continued to eat; he realized that he was getting stronger but sicker. The more he ate, the worse he got. Now he was in pain constantly.

On the plus side, Bloodhorn is dead and the cops are happy that I shut the slave market down (for now).

His demon core absorbed way too much essence's and how his body was reacting to it. His mother knows to fix Django's body, but the hot THOT won't fuckin' tell him!

She wants to punish him for not going to school and other junk and him refusing to take his demon studies seriously. But fuck that shit! The boy needs help! Not tomorrow. Today. Right fuckin' now.

"YO MA!" He yelled loudly. "I NEED YOUR HELP NOW! THIS IS SERIOUS! PLEASE, MOTHER? IT'S BEEN 2 WEEKS ALREADY!! I SAID I WAS SORRY K?!"

The succubus, however, didn't answer her son, but kept movin' her damn mouth on giving her lecture on cores.

"You are still on punishment for skipping 3 months of school, mister!" The powerful woman glared at her son. "IF you don't behave, I will start taking off my bra." Her breasts jiggled as she spoke.

"YO MOTHER!!" He cried out in fear. "Can ya not?!?" Django swore if he had to listen to his woman lesson while she was naked again... He might do something he'd regret later. But would really enjoy it. "And since when did you ever wear a bra?"

Fiona proved her son wrong and took off her bra like she was the world hottest stripper.

Django prayed for this to end.

His prays fell on deaf ears. After 5 minutes of listening to his mother's lesson, who was starting to take off her pants! The boy gave up. "Fine. Aight! Ya, win, damn bitch! I'll go to class. Just stop talking and put something on plz!"

"Don't talk back to me, young man." She said coldly. "Now, let's finish our conversation on cores... Then I will cure you... or least tell you how to do it yourself."

Django nodded and listened as his mom taught him about incubus nature.

***

When he finished his moms' lesson, he went to his room. His mother followed behind him, dressed in her usual tight leather pants and top. (damn that mommy milkers group) Her ass was round and perky, making the boy want to touch it. He wanted to kiss it, lick it and suck on those large nipples of hers. But he knew better.

"Get a hold of yourself, nigga. Yo will ain't do no Sweet Home Alabama." Django thought to himself.

She sat beside him on his bed.

"So, what do you think?" She asked.

"What do I think, ma? What do I think about what?" He asked, confused.

"About going to school tomorrow, silly." She replied. "And how do you feel?"

"Well..." He paused. "I really and truly have to no desire to go to school, but since yo' goddamn ass is blackmailin' me. I guess I got no choice." Staring at his birth mother. "Now hold the fuck up on yo' goddamn deal... Tell me how to fix dis shiz!"

She smiled and leaned forward. "First, I am not blackmailing you. I'm helping you. Second, I will teach you how to heal yourself. Third, I need to know exactly what happened during the incident."

"I lost my fuckin' shit... n' ate souls. Naw, fix me!" He demanded angrily. "Fix me now! N' if not, then I be comin' after ya ass."

"Calm down, Django. You're gonna hurt your throat." She said as she moved away from him slightly. "Tell me everything that happened."

"Everything?" He repeated. "Like, EVERYTHING?"

"Yes. Exactly like that." She answered slowly.

He sighed heavily. "Alright. Well, first thing is that I started feeling sick. Like I couldn't breathe properly. My stomach kept hurting, and it was hard to concentrate on my side business. And the worst part was that I could smell people's sins. No matter where I went, I could smell them. It drove me crazy. "

"Alright... You have suffered enough, my son." His mother clapped her lovely hand (STOP IT BRAIN!) and Juri, Nessova, Reiko, and Tracy walked in wearing sexy lingerie. They were all looking starved and shit.

"What are you guys doing here? And why are you wearing those lingerie?"

Tracy giggled. "This is what we wear when we sleep together. You haven't fucked us in days, Master Django."

Django stared at his mother's exposed breast (again) and blushed deeply. He tried to look at the girls, but he couldn't help but stare at his mother's cleavage.

"Master Django... We are hungry for your cum." Tracy licked her lips seductively.

"To fix your problem, my wonderful son." Fiona, his succubus mother, said seductively as she came closer to him. "They must feed you... All... Night... Long!"

"Feed me what?" He asked as he looked at his mother's chest again.

Fiona laughed as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close to her. She kissed him passionately on the mouth and bit him lightly on the neck.

"Your precious seed, silly." She whispered softly. "It has been too long since you've fed them. They are starving and need you badly." The succubus slowly walked out of the room, leaving the rest of the ladies standing there waiting for their turn with Django.

Wasting no time. Django up from his silk, expensive bed and grab Juri (The first girl he had sex with as Incubus) threw her on the bed, and Juri had no time to react as he lifted her arms and tore her panties.

Juri gasped in surprise as her lover ripped her underwear off and tossed it aside.

Then Django grabbed her legs and pulled them apart.

He pushed her thighs open wide and began kissing and licking her pussy. He took one finger and shoved it inside her wet hole.

"AHHH! YESSSS! MASTER DUNGAONNNGGG!" Juri moaned loudly as she felt him finger-fuck her.

Django quickly removed his fingers and sucked each of them into his mouth. And began sucking her juices off of them. His nausea is gone already. The feeling of sickness not feelin' it no more!

"OH FUCK!" Juri screamed as she felt him push two of his fingers into her tight little hole. Then he began pushing deeper and faster. Fucking her like a madman.

"FUCK ME, YOU ASSHOLE!! PUSH THAT COCK INTO MY SHITTY LITTLE HOLE AND Abuse THE HELL OUTTA ME!!" she screamed out loud. "PUSSYLOVEME! DON'T STOP! I WANT TO FEEL ALL OF YOUR BIG BLACK CUM IN THERE! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER!!!!"

The half incubus didn't wait any longer, and drove his cock all the way into Juri's pussy until he hit her womb, making her release a moan. Django already knew she liked it rough, so he didn't even bother going slow at the start. In fact, he even used more strength than he ever did the previous times he had sex. He pounded the hell outta his woman with passion until, finally; he reached his climax and unloaded his hot load deep within her.

"OHHHHH! YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!! UGH! OOOHHH! OH FUCK! I CAN FEEL IT COMIN' THROUGH MY WOMB! UGGGGGHH! I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE WITH CLUSTERFUCKEDNESS!!" Juri moaned as her pussy was being slammed by his cock in full force while he was still cumming in her.

With each thrust, her body shivered like it had never had before. Because mixed with pleasure, there was also pain. This was her heaven.

While his bed creaked loudly, so much so that it sounded like the floor was going to break, the four girls were fingering themselves to orgasm as they watched their master fuck their slutty harem sister. They loved watching him use her like this. Watching him abuse her. Making her scream and cry out in ecstasy.

With his cock buried inside her, Django began to pull out slowly. Then he would slam back in, causing Juri to groan in pain. Finally, he stopped moving completely. He lay down on top of his woman and clenched her.

"Thank you, Master," Juri said softly.

"For what?" Django asked.

"Giving me your cum." She replied. "I love the taste of it, and I always want more."

"Oh, God..." He breathed out heavily. "That was amazing."

Juri smiled at him weakly. "Go to the other girls, Master Django."

Nessova, Reiko and Tracy crawled onto the bed and began kissing him. Kissing him with passion and lust. Their tongues danced around his mouth. As well as their hands groping his body.

"Please, Master Django," Tracy begged. "Take me next!"

The busty short haired elf was rubbing herself against him as she spoke. Her big tits squished between them as she rubbed her crotch up against his leg.

"Do it." He told her.

"Okay," she replied. The Irish elven drops her head towards his lap.

Django leaned his head back into the bed frame. She was sucking his cock.

The short-haired busty tomboy elf was giving him head, and damn, was she good at it. Tracy fellated his cock with a sort of finesse, her head bobbing up and down all twelve inches of it with a steady rhythm.

Maybe he should buy the upgrades... If in fact he SHOULD buy it HA!

"Buy length, thickness, and elemental upgrade," Django thought with an evil smirk. "In fact, just buy everything and upgrade to level 3."

Her head game was (as Django reluctantly admitted) better than Reiko's. Tracy was slurping his cock, making all sorts of obscene noises as her spit bubbled and lubed his shaft. Each time she deep-throated him, the black-haired teen felt the sensation of her oral cavity warming up his organ. The yellow-eyed driver took his dick in deep, making her head lie almost completely face-down on his lap.

"Mmph, nwah," Tracy slurped as she popped his dick out of her mouth. "Was I good Master Django?"

She still had that sultry smile, the temptress batting her eyes at the half-demon she was currently pleasing. Tracy had that smug look on her face, fully aware that she was teasing an incubus, like the vixen she was. Despite having released his cock from her oral embrace, she still gripped the phallus lightly, drawing lines on its swollen, twitching veins.

"You haven't answered my question, Master Django" Tracy leaned down once more, holding his long member at the base before slapping the meaty schlong on her face. The fleshy impact flicked drops of pre-cum and saliva onto her cheek; a sight that turned Django on even more. God, a twentyish girl's smiling face next to a massive cock longer than her own head, creating a juxtaposition of sweet feminine innocence with brutal masculine virility.

Goddamn. He couldn't simply lie to her; it was too damn obvious how much he was getting off from her blowjob. Tracy just had to be a cocksucking genius, didn't she? Looks like he had to come clean.

"You were great," Django intonated carefully. "it was very––URK!"

Tracy was once again upon his cock, enveloping the massive fuckrod into her slick oral folds. This time, however, she did not display any indication of finesse or care. While earlier she was giving him a sensual fellatio, now she was performing a hardcore vacuum blowjob––a high-speed one at that. Her pink lips were now like a washcloth, polishing the knob that was his penis. From top to bottom, she shined Django's man meat at a frenzied pace––one that guaranteed a faster buildup of pleasure and pressure in his dick.

"Is master getting bigger?!" Tracy thought to herself excitedly. "His dick is getting thicker and harder!"

"Ahh!" He grunted as he felt his balls tighten and begin to churn. "God yes!" Django growled.

Inside her mouth was a whirlwind. Her tongue wriggled and swiped at the entering phallus, dragging on its bloated surface like a massage tool. Tracy hummed as she blew him, vibrating her throat and adding to the extensive pleasure the half-demon was feeling. Her suction was insane; puffing up her cheeks and sucking them back in. It was crazy. He knew that Reiko said that his grandfather scouted only the best of the best of each for him, but for fuck's sake. Tracy Buxton was a ludicrously good cocksucker.

Django grit his teeth, hard. Shit. All of his frustrations were coming out in the form of a series of grunts and moans. His entire body was tense, his muscles tensing up under the strain of the intense pleasure he was feeling. He could feel himself growing larger inside her warm mouth, filling it up as if he was trying to expand his lungs.

He was a reform criminal and conman, but before that, he was a man. A virile man. Back in Philly, he would try to drown himself in pussy––and fail to do so! Most of the girls he met tired out after a second-round with him, and it was only after finally gave in and fucked Annalynne that he met someone with enough stamina to satiate his sexual need.

Then he got turned into a half-demon; an incubus. Now, thanks to his transformation or (bloodline), he had more than endless amounts of energy, limitless-ish stamina. Not to mention his libido had been amplified tenfold.

He wanted to ravish the elven tomboy, right here and right now. Hot, sexy bitches like her needed to be put in their place. They needed a strong alpha male to pin them down and breed them. That's right; with appreciable amounts of seed, came the great need to breed —

 — Django pushed forward, driving his 16-inch cock deeper into Tracy's mouth. He felt Tracy gagging as he pulled out. Then he slammed back in, making her choke violently, her body shaking uncontrollably as her head rocked side to side.

Tracy kinda reminds him of that crazy tomboy back from Philly.

Wonder what that bitch is doing?

***

Boom, boom!

With the strong banging on the leather, another sandbag flew away like an untethered kite.

No finesse nor technique, just a repetition of basics.

She let out her fist and leg true, like she'd never learned martial arts before.

"Maybe you should take a break," Eva said to the girl who she was sponsoring.

The young woman had been training for two hours straight.

"YEAH, SO HE GRABBED MY BOOBS, OKAY?" the bellowing voice of a beautifully bellicose brunette ignored Eva's presence as she was working out some of her… emotions on a sandbag in front of her. "SO WHAT THAT BASTARD DIDN'T FINISH! IT DIDN'T" her fists and legs of the athletic girl that had only shown linear motion began moving at strange angles.

A series of destructive techniques that seem to slightly ignore the mechanisms of muscles or laws of physics. "MEAN ANYTHING! NOT FOR HIM, AND NOT FOR ME!"

Eva sighed as she watched her newest trainee work out her anger on a sandbag. Annalynne has been very frustrated for two weeks. Not surprising since her grandson is losing control of himself and his powers unknowingly, giving the girl wonderful sex dreams without letting her cum. So far in her UFC matches or other sports matches, Annalynne has injured almost all of her opponents, and she is getting worse.

"Annalynne... You're not helping yourself."

"What?" The girl finally stopped destroying sandbags.

"As your sponsor and the one paying for all this." Eva glared at the girl's muscular shoulders and arms. "Explain to me... Is this 'bad boy' in your dreams really that? He can't be that good, right?"

"You don't understand!!" the brunette began, holding a hand out to stop Eva from interrupting. "Let me explain. In my dream, I'm getting fucked sore, covered in cum, and I always wake up with the dullest ache in my vagina." Annalynne fanned her lower region as a necessary gesture. "He is a beast."

Eva knows full well who 'him' is and is once again takes a look at the girl who is clearly in love with her grandson. Between the new training regime, pills Eva slipped in her food and the energy Annalynne gets from her 'bad boy' every night changed the girl. Gone was the petite and slim girl. Instead, there was a lean, tall, muscle-bound girl with D breasts, striking light red eyes and straight short dark brown with lavender tips.

Most of the lustful stares she gets from males is on the level of an Elder Succubus Queen. Her teammates are getting affected as well.

"I've seen what he looks like when he wakes up. And trust me, he isn't anything like that." Eva shook her head sadly.

"I can't help it!" Annalynne cried, throwing her hands up in frustration. "Every time I see him, I get wet! Every time he touches in my dreams, I want to tear off his clothes and have my way with him! But that man––that bastard––is an untamable stallion," Annalynne said, getting lost in her memories.

"And his cock," Annalynne continued on, "Is simply superb. But that's nothing compared to his sperm count. The volume of cum he shoots out is immense. I'm talking about abnormally high amounts of sperm per millilitre. His semen is especially vicious. It's the thickest form of baby batter a woman could ever get pumped full of. That's why I used always stock condoms and birth control when I can; a single blast of that can impregnate any woman, thanks to those powerful balls of his. I've even taken a sample to an urologist; she says that he'd probably win a world record for virility if there is one."

"So basically," Eva concluded, looking at the girl once more, "He is the most perfect specimen of a male god, and you love him,"

Was he using his powers before his transformation? The GILF is proud of her grandson for picking up such a wonderful girl. Fiona needs to hear this. He must be using the conception spell unknowingly for years for the woman he'd slept for them not to be pregnant.

"FUCK NO!" Annalynn yelled at her sponsor, grabbing her by the collar. "That man is pure evil! He is a monster! He is a bad influence on me! He is going to ruin my life!"

Eva would have believed the striker if wasn't for the massive blush on her face. Annalynne looked away from her sponsor and stared at her feet, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Ho ho ho..." Eva mumbled. "You are in love with him, aren't you?" The woman couldn't resist teasing the girl who might be her granddaughter in law.

"NO!" the young woman said vehemently, still blushing furiously.

"It's okay." Eva said reassuringly, "I know how it feels to fall for someone who doesn't deserve you. Just remember, he is just a man, and men make mistakes."

"But I am not a mistake." Annalynne said quietly, staring down at the ground. "But he is different from other guys. He left me!" Annalynne said firmly. "He abandoned me because some bitch trying to turning him into a good boy... The stupid simp."

"He did what he had to do." Eva replied softly.

"Yeah." Annalynne agreed. "He did what he had to do." She stood up, stretching her back muscles. "I think it's time for me to go home."

"Alright." Eva nodded. "Be careful on your walk home."

"Thank you," Annalynne said, walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Eva called out to her.

The girl turned around and saw her sponsor smiling and waving her hand in front of her face.

"What?" Annalynne asked curiously.

"I forgot something." Eva smiled, reaching behind her back and pulling out a small package wrapped in gold foil paper. "Open it later tonight. It'll keep you company until then."

The brunette took the gift with both hands. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I care about you," Eva answered, standing up and closing the gym doors. "Now go home. You don't want to be late for dinner with your sisters. "

***

"Oh… oh… OH MY GOD!"

Reiko was currently getting humped into her master's silk bed, a doggy-style position that made use of gravity to get her manly lover's huge penis as deep as possible into her slick folds. Her formerly-pristine vagina had been ravaged in succession, from afternoon till night time. The brief interlude of dinner gave Reiko and the others a temporary relief, but once that was done, Master resumed his sexual congress on her and the others.

The first few times they were joined together like this, she was able to endure the pain and pleasure of being penetrated by his shaft and his balls, but now she was completely worn out and couldn't take anymore.

Nessova, the succubi, was passed out and full of cum and she was a lesser demon! Master Django must be getting stronger! Reiko knows they don't have enough women to please him anymore.

Master Django was pounding away at her with renewed vigour. His long, thick cock was penetrating her repeatedly, his balls slapping against her clit each time his hips thrust forward.

Her legs kicked and spasmed as she tried to move them away from the bed. They didn't budge; her feet stuck fast to the mattress. Her arms flailed wildly, unable to escape the clutches of the silk sheets.

The raven-haired beauty couldn't believe it. How could one man have so much stamina!? This was insane. It wasn't even the fact that he could cum a lot, but the fact that he could cum several times in a row. She had grossly underestimated her master's virility.

The only thing keeping her sane was the fact that he had slowed down on fucking her. He was using her body for his own pleasures instead of just taking it. He was treating her like a human being rather than just a hole.

She had brought seven condom packs, (she doesn't want a kid yet, unlike that teacher) and they were now fucking raw for the eighth time. She blew him in between, hell, even gave the man a titfuck at his request. The others joined in as well to calm him down. He just kept on cumming. The dark-haired teen had made her cum so many times that she lost count, and he was definitely going to fuck her ragged.

She knew she shouldn't complain though, she should be happy that she was getting treated like this. After all, she wanted this to happen. She had asked for this treatment. She wanted to be fucked hard and rough.

Her breasts heaved and moved on their own, bouncing in place for a few seconds and then twisting and tweaking, rippling as if hands were massaging them. Her nipples hardened further and pointed themselves towards the ceiling.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the pressure building inside of her.

"Fuck me harder!" Reiko pleaded, cumming once more and squirting all over the white sheets below her. "Oh, God! You're so fucking deep."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep taking my dick, you motherly elven slut." Django pinched her nipples, making her wince. The elf's firm, white breast was now a shade of red and pink from the intense abuse it suffered under the Django's spanks and pinches. "You like that huge dick inside you? Answer me, bitch!"

"Yes!" Reiko screamed, her voice strained from screaming. "YESSSS!"

Django slammed his pelvis against hers, forcing his cock deeper into her pussy. "Tell me more. Tell me how much you love my cock!"

"I love your cock!" Reiko moaned. His grandfather said Django was natural at sex, but she never imagined it would feel this good. "Your cock is amazing! I love it! I wish I could marry it!"

"Marry it?!" Django grunted, slamming his hips against hers again. "Don't I already own you?"

Reiko giggled. "I love your big fat cock, grandpa! I love everything about it! I love how thick it is, how long it is, how heavy it is, how hot it is, how warm it is, how smooth it is, how it makes me feel when-"

The ragged woman didn't finish when Django opened her cervix. Reiko's eyes rolled up into her skull as she came, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"Cum for me, my little whore." Django whispered in her ear as he pulled out of her and shoved himself back in again, pushing her head down onto the pillow.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Slam – Slam – Slam – Slam.

"Oooh! Oooh! Ooooh!"

He reamed her, totalling the black-haired bitch's pussy. Soon, the woman felt a familiar thrum from Django's cock––which began to expand.

"W-wait," she cried out, "not inside… aha! Not… inside… AGAIN!" The formerly composed woman slurred her words, struggling to speak after getting fucked silly multiple times.

"You know… a real slut would want her pussy filled with my semen again," he said, shoving all sixteen inches back in. "And you are a real slut, Reiko. My slut! A living condom for me to use! So I'm going to fill you with my semen, right… fucking… NOW!"

"Nghhh!" Reiko howled, quivering badly, legs stretched out straight and toes curled. Her face was bright red. "Nnnnnnnn!"

The black-haired woman bucked underneath him, her cunt clamping down on his cock as he started to cum. She felt his hot seed shooting into her womb, filling her insides with his potent load.

"Arrrgh!" the Incubus bellowed, dumping another round of hot cum into her cervix. Django just laughs at the sight. It seems Reiko likes electric cum. The sudden influx of semen into Reiko's vagina made her writhe in pleasure, the woman already drunk on endorphins. The throes of her biggest orgasm yet annihilated her mental strength completely, causing her to howl as a result. Her eyes were rolling up now, and a decadent smile was spreading across her face. With the pounding Django gave her, she didn't think she could walk for a week.

"Hurgh, fuck!" Django pulled his dick out, resulting in him spewing his seed all over Reiko's perky, pale breast. He was a self-proclaimed mega cummer, capable of shooting his load and painting bitches white with his seed. Reiko and the others were no exception. She lay there, slightly twitching, as she basked in the afterglow. Django grinned, admiring his handiwork. He was satisfied with the way things turned out.

"That was fun," Django said aloud, his voice echoing through the room.

"Yup," Nessova replied lazily from beside him.

"Nice... work... master," Juri tiredly replied from her spot next to the still knocked out Tracy.

"Good job everyone," Django said, looking around the room. "You passed the warm-up stage."

"Warm-up?" Juri asked groggily, "but... we had sex for nearly over 14 hours."

"We did," Django replied. "This is our warm-up."

"Uh..."

"So relax," Django said. "You all passed"

"But... what do you mean 'passed'?" Tracy asked waking up.

Django shrugged. "Well, you've proven yourselves worthy. Now we can start training for real."

"Training?" Reiko asked, sitting up and rubbing her sore thighs. "For what?"

"What do you think?"

They all looked around the room and saw a pile of condoms on the floor near the bed. The cum stains on the sheets indicated that they had used them, and judging from the state of their bodies, they certainly had a good time.

"Oh..." Reiko's heart skipped a beat. "Oh, shit!"

Smiling evilly, Django, now fully healed from his sickness, is once again hard. What he says next sends shivers down the girls' spines and souls.

"Let's train!" Django laughs. Magical power equal to girls suddenly flowed through Django's body, making him even stronger. The muscles in his arms and legs got a little bit larger as partial scales appeared all over his hands, eyes, and legs. His fangs became sharper and more powerful. His horns got longer and larger so they could fit a body that became just a bit bigger than unknown to him. He gained a little devil tail...