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Something for Pandemonium. No blood bathes. everyone involved with sex is at least 18. All fantasy. Hopefully good fun.

Chapter 1

Manny POV

I blame my parents for my original pissed poor self-image. My brother and sister were starting college when I was born. My sister called me the afterthought, my brother called me the after-birth. I was at least a surprise my parents were not prepared for. They were ready for an empty nest. Not adding to their family.

I was raised by nannies. It was not that my parents did not think much of me as they did not really think of me at all. Unfortunately, the rest of the world was pretty aware of that as well. From the stories told, my brother and sister were treated like a prince and princess. Their biggest problem was learning how to talk around those silver spoons in their mouths.

I was not awarded any of the protection of my family name growing up. My parents owned three of the largest businesses in my hometown. Anyone not directly employed by them probably worked for a company that acted as a support to their industries. Anyone who dared to mess with my siblings faced the wrath of the gods. It soon became apparent that I was not similarly protected.

I was bullied until I reached college. I ended up with a terrible self-image. I probably would have had problems anyway. Being a Nocwood did not award me any considerations outside the home. Being an unwanted child certainly undercut any confidence a normal kid might have.

A big part of the reason college went better for me was because the trust funds started to kick in. My parents were not self-made multi-millionaires. They sat on the shoulders of my grandparents and great grandparents. Trust fund money started kicking in when I was eighteen. Twenty-one, twenty-five and thirty-one had big jumps as I ‘learned’ how to deal with money. I got a large lump sum on my birthday which was followed by a quarterly payment that was more than most people made in a year.

I discovered people with deep pockets are popular on campus. I graduated at twenty-two with a business degree I won with very little effort. My college had just broken ground on a new wing they were going to name after me. Emanuel Richard Nocwood. Call me Manny.

There is a cute story about my name. My mother actually wanted Richard Emanuel but the paper work for the birth certificate got screwed up and it was too big a hassle to correct it. I guess they did did not have any white out.

My plan was to move back to my home town in triumph. I had invested a bit of my trust in a new high-rise building. It was the tallest building in Middleton when construction was complete. The building would provide high class housing to the city. It had a combination of apartments and condos in it’s format.

My original plan was to build a fortress of solitude at the top of the building. I would perch up there like a super hero. OK, I was thirteen when I thought that up. I always knew I had money coming. The fifteen story high-rise was built on land I inherited at birth and was built using other people’s money for the most part. A common trick for my money managers.

The final building did have secret passages. Panic rooms and hiding places. A small secret elevator that took me from the underground parking to the hidden panic room in the penthouse. The room had a wall of flat screen monitors to watch all the action in the penthouse and keep track of the rest of the building and neighborhood. My dreams had changed. Instead of being my hero HQ, I was going to make it a love nest.

Stormy Withers was the sexiest girl in my high school class. I lost my virginity to her after I turned eighteen. I was not alone… a lot of guys lost their innocence to her. I was not alone on that night either, I was part of a train of four. She told me if I had come to her on my actual birthday, I could have been the choo-choo. I was just happy not to be the caboose. I set Stormy up in my love nest as my courtesan.

Stormy POV

High school was pretty crazy. I was not much in the books department. I relied more on looks. Ended up repeating some grades. By the time I hooked up with Manny I could legally go to bars, which not too many HS seniors could do.

People picked on Manny a lot. I never got it. He was always nice to me, so I was nice back. I think that kind of shocked him. I was teased a lot too, so we were kind of the same. People always wanted to make everything hard. I could make things hard too, but I liked it better when everything was easy. No heavy planning. It was best if everything just fell into place. I found that I could adjust to fit any situation, why aren’t more people open like me?

About the time the boob fairy granted me two wishes I discovered sex. I think I was eighteen and a late bloomer. I liked sex. I was popular. Some of the girls were jealous of all the attention I got. They called me a ho and other hurtful kadıköy escort bayan things. I am not a prostitute! I do it ’cause I like it! I never take money for it.

I also like nice things. If it makes a guy feel good to buy me a nice dress or a bit of bling, why should I take that away from him? Occasionally a friend would have to help me with a bill. Eventually I discovered a thing called compensated dating and my life became a lot easier.

Manny and I had a lot of fun until he ran away to college.

I was living in a party crib with a bunch of younger hot chicks when Manny came back. The other ladies were too much into booze and head candy. I was still into sex. My cop friends warned me the pad was being set up for a major drug bust. I tried to warn my friends, but they just called me a dumb slut. The boys in blue gave me a hard exit date, said they would move me to the street corner if I did not have a place to crash by then.

That’s when Manny showed up. He wanted me to be queen of his harem. I did not even know he owned a harem. I almost said no when I found out it was on the top of a fifteen-story building!! I did not think I could make it up all of those stairs. Good thing he had them put in an elevator for me.

He understood from the start I was not exclusive. I preferred inclusive. Most of my friends understood and were willing to wait their turn. A few liked to team up. Manny did not have an issue with that. Then Dick Stone happened.

Dick was a hard-core hard body. He was a body sculptor. He came to me for occasional release of sexual tension. To get his rocks off. He had a history of ‘roid rage and was always a tightly wound spring. He was pretty anal about there only being two in his bed. Him and someone with a cunt. He only did missionary. No kissing. No fingering odd places. He had a big fat cock but he only used it to piston gals until he dumped his cum. Sometimes I thought even he looked bored.

Anyway, Manny wandered into the master suite before we really got started and Dick gave him the bum’s rush out of the penthouse. No audiences for Dick. Strictly solo performances.

I felt kind of sad for Manny since he was the one keeping the lights on and everything. Dick did not even give me a chance to tell Manny to come back when Dick had fired his one-gun salute. I decided I would get the guys to lick Manny’s balls the next time he was in me.

Manny POV

I was so humiliated by the jock I discovered in my bed, in my love nest. Soon to be in the cunt I bought and paid for! It brought back bad memories of the golf team stripping me down to my undies in high school and running me up the flag pole while giving me a super wedgie. He grabbed my collar and frog marched me to the door. Then he literally kicked my butt into the hallway. I was angry and embarrassed and had no idea why my cock was so hard.

I hopped in my Yang Wang U8 hybrid SUV and drove off planning to kill myself.

The only real suicide location I knew of in Middleton was Lover’s Leap. It was by the old swimming hole some called Cottontail Pond. Cottontail Pond fed Cottontail Creek. The pond was filled by Virgin Falls. The path to the top of the falls was more of a wildlife trail than an established foot path. A number of people had lost their footing over the years and gotten injured. A pretty convincing group of people held that the double suicide was actually a tragic accident.

The hike to the pond was not too bad. But I was pretty short of breath when I got there. I was pretty sweaty too and my cock was still at half-mast. I decided to rinse off in the pond before climbing up to the top of the falls to kill myself. Stripping off my clothes I hung them in the branches. I waded into to water and let it cool my skin and drain away my anger. There was a full moon tonight. It looked unbelievably big.

After a while I laid down on a large flat rock by the pool. Even though there was a full moon, the stars were still amazing. That’s when I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the ghost. She was incredibly pale, she had frost.white hair but you knew it was not white from age. Her breasts were a little small by todays standard. She was also bit chubby. She had a nice full butt. In olden days they would have called her voluptuous. Today they would call her a couch potato. My penis got harder. I wrapped a hand around it to conceal it.

A moment later I felt a small soft cool hand on top of mine. The hand set the pace for my hand to masturbate. The ghost woman was getting off on getting me off. She had very pale pastel blue eyes and a tiny cupid’s bow mouth. She was not wearing much and her lips looked a little blue. The dress she had on made me think of those dresses made from sheets for toga parties. Only it was pretty much transparent, as if it was made from veil material.

Her small nipples were rock hard and had a bluish tint to them. Her skin ümraniye escort bayan was pebbled with goose bumps all over. She was sitting Indian style with her knees wide apart leaving her pussy completely exposed. Her labia was swollen but all her lady bits were packed neatly away. It actually resembled a ripe peach down to the light fuzz of pubic hair.

That thought suddenly put me over the edge. Pulsing waves from deep within me were moving rapidly up my cock. In a moment ropes of hot cum were erupting from my rock-hard rod. The tiny woman bobbed down and wrapped her lips around the tip of my wildly firing canon of love. She succeeded in sucking up all of my seed without missing a beat.

When I first saw her, she seemed almost translucent, ephemeral. As she swallowed my sperm, she seemed to become solid, substantial, more real. No longer a ghost, she was a real woman. With the ache from my blue balls relieved I noticed something about her I should have seen earlier. She had wings.

Not angel wings with downy white feathers. Leathery skin type wings you would associate with a bat or a vampire. But they were not black wings like in an anime. They were the same color as the rest of her skin. Pale white flesh-colored wings with a bluish tinge to them. They were also huge, obviously large enough to enable flight. How could it be that I did not notice them right away?

Her teeth were ordinary white teeth, no fangs. She is not a ghost, not a vampire. What is she?

Euphonia POV

I was fading away. Irregular unreliable feeding was slowly erasing my self-aware existence. When I first came here it was a popular spot for lover’s trysts. When no one was around I would retreat to the caves in the surrounding mountains and hibernate. I did not get fat but I ate regularly enough to meet my needs. Over time my amorous visitors tapered off. I overheard them talking so I knew why their numbers dropped. People had grown intolerant of bugs. Nudism is not as attractive if you are being eaten alive by mosquitos and flies. The beauty of nature had been tainted. People would haul food and drink here to celebrate. After they ate and drank, they had no desire to haul the trash back. The beautiful camp site was becoming a dump site. The allure of nature was losing to the wide array of easy nearby attractions in the city, ones that were honestly more exciting. The list went on.

My name is Euphonia. I am a supernatural being. Earthing’s ask me how old I am. That’s a rude question, one that I am not convinced deserves an answer. I used to establish my age by naming the ruler in charge when I became self-aware. Then for a while I told people I was older than 500. I am a low-level demon. Specifically, I am a succubus. Unlike a full-blown demon, I don’t eat souls. You can tell I am from a genuine demon line because I do not have an umbilicus, a belly button. Vampires and werewolf’s have demonic powers and are honestly stronger than me, but they are converted humans. They have belly buttons.

Succubae are not well regarded. I was mistreated by all of the various groups around Europe and the parts of Asia that I visited. Politics in the old country were an overblown nightmare and you had to know who to offend. You would aggravate someone. You should choose wisely. The enemy of your enemy and all that.

Regular meals became more difficult. Ritual religious services centered around sexual intercourse and involving the entire community were becoming the exception rather than the rule. Orgies were a banquet for me. With them out of style I had to catch couples when they were coupling. The religions gaining popularity seemed to barely endorse consummating marriages. Fornication and relations for purposes other than procreation were verboten. That is very worrisome.

Here is my problem. Let’s say you are a human who has been married for five years. You are telling your friends you are copulating three times a week, but we all know that is a lie. If I want to eat, I need to catch you in the act the once or twice a week you actually go for it. This gives me a ten-minute window to feed. Don’t even mention second or third rounds. They only exist in your imagination.

Discrimination and famine forced me to emigrate to the United Colonies of America under the rightful rule of the United Kingdom. It was located just North of the United States of Mexico. The streets were not paved with gold but there really were opportunities.

I found that although brothels were not necessarily legal, they were often allowed to persist. Young women hawking their wares from push carts in the streets could occasionally be prevailed upon. Widowed mothers running boarding houses might loan some consideration to their tenants needs.

I was doing alright until the twenties. 1820’s, 1920’s? Not sure which it was. The flappers were smoking cigarettes in public and Mr. Ford was promoting brothels on wheels. maltepe escort bayan That really almost drove a stake through my heart! Not that a stake would kill me, but that is not the point. The point is: what am I supposed to do? Chase down the street after their motorcar hoping to catch them in the act? I missed fertility rites and bedding ceremonies.

When Mannie came and saved my life, my whole world changed. He brought me to his love nest.

Manny POV

I was being eaten alive by the mosquitos. Yu could not be doing any better than me in her Emperor’s toga. I decided to throw back on my clothes and retreat to my love nest. Of course, I insisted Yu come along with me.

Those wings of hers were a real pain, it was hard to get the seat belt on. She acted like she had never worn one before. There was no way I would risk getting pulled over for breaking the click it law. I gave her my hoody, but it was basically tucked over her, she could not have gotten it on over those wings.

Stormy sent me a message that Dick Stone was gone and I should hurry back. She had invited the boy’s over and we were going to party like it was the twenties. I told her I would bring the pizza. Then I used my app to send my regular order in. It should be ready for pick up when we get there.

I kept forgetting just how tiny Yu was. She definitely was not getting on any rides at Disneyland. She had laugh lines around her eyes and all the mature parts a woman needs, but her tiny size kept making me long to protect and baby her.

Stormy played basketball her senior year. She stood 188 cm in her socks. She had big full breasts and a big bottom, long shapely legs and a flat wash board stomach. It was not really fair but I did not have a strong urge to protect her. I think she kept trying to protect me.

When we arrived, Stormy was having a foursome with the guys. She was air tight when we got there so she did not really respond to my introductions. After all her mouth was full.

Yu’s joke of a dress disappeared as she rushed over to join the action. It literally disappeared in a puff of smoke. She was looking for her place in the orgy.

Art was pumping Stormy’s mouth, face fucking her. Bob was in her pussy, working it like a locomotive. Carl had his huge black dick up her ass stretching open her poop chute. Bob could probably feel Carl’s dick sliding against his even with a layer of Stormy between them.

Yu focused on Carl’s big low hanging balls. She began tea bagging them. Sucking one and then the other into her mouth. She looked like a kid in a candy store.

Doug noticed the fresh meat and slipped his sausage into her wet and waiting twat. Until then Stormy had been jerking him off with her feet. She had finger toes she could use to pick up things from the floor, hold a crayon to draw or jack off two guys at once. She could also deliver a hell of a pinch.

I had decided if anyone asked about Yu’s leathery demonic wings that I would claim Yu was a cosplayer. So far everyone was so intent on fucking that no one had asked.

Stormy was having little ripples of orgasms. The nice warm fuzzy sensations most women don’t even recognize as cumming. Her full luscious lips were locked around Art’s pulsing penis. Her hungry hot box was working Bob’s skillful meat dildo. Her asshole was contracting on Carl’s black huge cock. She could hear Yu’s mounting excitement as the tiny woman slurped Carl’s black balls. Doug was rocking the diminutive woman as he dove in and out of her pussy.

They were all staggering toward the finish line when Euphonia used one of her demonic powers. Come Together was not just a refrain to a song. It was an actual magical force. Manny did not even remember joining the group, but he was there at the finish line pumping ropes of hot white cum on Stormy’s huge naturally tan breasts. They were all orgasming together. Stormy was ending with a tsunami of lust and was pouring pulsing libidinous liquor from her loving lady hole. They all rode the wave to the end together. The demonic power of a succubus was impressive. A high demon could freeze the blood of his enemy in the veins, but Yu would bet she used her power more often.

Euphonia was the first to move. She put herself on clean up. She used her tiny cupid’s bow mouth and long snake like tongue to lap up any spilled cum. Yu literally lived on love and for the first time since Manny met her Yu seemed to have a bit of color. A little blush to her cheeks. A tiny tint of rose to her lips. Even the tips of her tits had a pink glow to them.

Her perfect peach-like pussy had cracked open from Doug’s attention. The deep recesses could be glimpsed revealing a deep passionate red while on the lips of her vertical smile a single clear dew drop of lust hung waiting to fall.

I was in love! Not just with Euphonia but also with Stormy and in a different way with the guys. I did not really understand anything. I just did not want any of it to end.

Euphonia POV

I nearly faded to the point of a lost spirit by staying at that trysting place too long. Emanuel saved me. Then he brought me to his harem where I finally fed until I was full. I had finally enough magical energy to retract my wings. It felt good to cuddle with six lovers.