Chapter 13: The Demon God's Return
The den had gone quiet save for the wet sounds of two women trying to remember how to breathe.
Candy lay sprawled across a pile of furs that smelled of musk and old blood, her body a roadmap of everything that had happened in the throne room. Thresh's seed had dried in streaks down her inner thighs. Her cunt still gaped slightly, clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill it again. Sweat had plastered her pink-streaked blonde hair to her forehead and neck.
Beside her, Morgana had curled onto her side, one hand draped possessively over Candy's stomach. Her purple hair fanned across the furs like spilled wine. Her lips were swollen, her eyes half-closed, her breathing slow and even.
Neither of them had spoken in twenty minutes. There was nothing to say. Words felt superfluous after what they'd just done.
Candy's mark throbbed.
Not the pleasant warmth she'd grown accustomed to. Not the gentle pulse that accompanied her arousal. This was something else. Something that felt like a second heartbeat, insistent and demanding, radiating heat through her entire abdomen.
She looked down.
The mark was glowing. Not the soft pink she'd seen before—this was blinding, incandescent, a light so bright it cast shadows on the cavern walls. The air around her shifted, grew thick and sweet, heavy with the scent of honey and something darker underneath. Something ancient.
Morgana sat up sharply. "What the fuck—"
The light expanded.
Candy felt herself lifted—not physically, but something in her chest pulling upward, toward a presence that had suddenly manifested in the room without warning, without sound, without any of the usual signs of teleportation magic. One moment the den held only the two of them and the distant echo of Thresh's snoring from the throne room. The next, there was a third.
Lilith stood at the foot of the furs.
She was beautiful in the way a knife is beautiful. In the way a wildfire is beautiful. Her skin held a faint luminescence, pale as moonlight filtered through stained glass. Her hair—black as pitch, long enough to brush the floor—moved in currents that had nothing to do with any breeze in the cavern. Her eyes burned with the same pink light that emanated from Candy's mark.
She wore nothing. She had no need for clothing. Her body was perfection given form, every curve and hollow designed to make mortals weep with longing. But it was her smile that froze Candy's blood.
It was the smile of a predator who had just found her favorite toy.
"Well, well," Lilith purred. Her voice was honey poured over broken glass. "Look at my little mage now."
Thresh's snoring stopped. Heavy footsteps approached from the throne room—he must have heard something, must have sensed the shift in the air. Candy heard the scrape of his blade leaving its sheath.
She couldn't look away from Lilith. Couldn't move. The Demon God's presence pinned her to the furs like a butterfly on display.
"Stay back," Thresh growled from the doorway. "Whatever you are—"
Lilith didn't even glance at him. She raised one hand—long fingers, nails like obsidian daggers—and made a casual gesture. Thresh's blade flew from his grip and embedded itself in the far wall. He stood frozen, his face a mask of fury and something that might have been fear.
"Be quiet, goblin," Lilith said. "The adults are speaking."
Thresh's jaw tightened. But he didn't move. He was smart enough to recognize power when it filled the room like water filling a drowning man's lungs.
Lilith turned her attention back to Candy. Her bare feet made no sound as she crossed the distance between them, each step deliberate, each movement a symphony of grace and menace. She knelt beside the furs, close enough that Candy could smell her—jasmine and copper and the faintest hint of something burning.
"You've been busy," Lilith said. Her eyes traveled down Candy's body, taking in every detail. The drying seed. The swollen lips. The massive tits still heaving with each breath. "Fifty gold coins. That's what you offered me. And look what I gave you in return."
She reached out and traced one finger along the edge of Candy's mark. The touch sent lightning through Candy's nerves, made her gasp and arch her back.
"Level sixty-nine," Lilith continued. "Do you know how long it's been since one of my marks reached level sixty-nine? How long since anyone carried a piece of me this far?"
Candy's voice came out as a croak. "How long?"
"Nine hundred and forty-seven years." Lilith's smile widened. "Give or take a few months. The last was a queen in the southern kingdoms. She was beautiful. She was powerful. She fucked her way through three armies before they burned her at the stake."
Morgana had pressed herself against the wall, her eyes wide, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked like a rabbit watching a wolf. Her artificial mark—the imperfect copy she'd carved into her own flesh—seemed to be pulsing in sympathetic response, but weakly, pathetically, like a candle trying to match the sun.
Lilith noticed her. Of course she noticed.
"And what's this?" The Demon God's gaze slid to Morgana. "A little imitation. A fake. You tried to copy my work, witch?"
Morgana's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. No sound came out.
"Don't bother answering." Lilith's laughter was like bells and broken bones. "I can smell the desperation on you. The jealousy. The hunger." She looked back at Candy. "She wanted what you have. She wanted to be you. And now look at her—hiding in the corner while I speak to my true disciple."
Candy's mind was reeling. She'd summoned Lilith once, months ago, with fifty gold coins and a desperate prayer. The Demon God had appeared, laughed at her horror, branded her, and vanished. Candy had assumed that was the end of it. That she'd never see Lilith again.
She'd been wrong.
"Why are you here?" Candy managed. "What do you want?"
Lilith's expression softened. It was more terrifying than her smile.
"I want what I've always wanted," she said. "I want you to become what you were meant to be. I want you to shed this mortal shell and rise as something new. Something beautiful. Something terrible."
She gestured, and the air between them rippled. Candy saw images—herself, but different. Skin turned grey-purple, the color of twilight and bruises. Wings, leathery and vast, folded against her back. Horns curving from her forehead, black as polished obsidian. A tail, long and sinuous, tipped with a spade that gleamed with the same pink light as her mark.
A true succubus.
"You're on the cusp," Lilith said. "Level sixty-nine. One more push and you'll reach seventy. And at 75..." She paused, savoring the moment. "At 75, you can choose to cross the threshold. To stop being a human playing dress-up and become the real thing."
Candy's heart hammered against her ribs. "And if I do become... that? What happens to me?"
"You become powerful beyond measure. You become a true demon. You won't be human." Lilith's hand found Candy's cheek, cupped it gently. You'll feed on lust and grow stronger with every soul you claim. You'll be feared. Worshipped. Desired."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you stay as you are. A succubus mage. Powerful, yes. But human . You'll age, however demon don't age and are effectively immortal." Lilith shrugged.
Morgana found her voice. "What about me?"
Lilith didn't look at her. "What about you?"
"Can I—can I become a true succubus too?"
The silence stretched like a wire pulled taut.
Then Lilith laughed. It was not a kind sound.
"You?" She turned slowly, her eyes sweeping over Morgana's form with obvious contempt. "You carry a fake mark. A scratch on your belly that you drew yourself after reading half-remembered texts from a library that burned two centuries ago. You have no divine trace. No spark of my essence." She took a step toward Morgana, and Morgana flinched. "You can reach level 70, maybe. If you're very lucky. If you whore yourself out to every creature in this den for a decade. But a true succubus?" She reached out and traced Morgana's fake mark with one talon-like nail. "You'll never be more than a pale imitation of me."
Morgana's face crumpled. Candy saw tears welling in her eyes—tears of shame, of humiliation, of fury.
"Please," Morgana whispered. "I just wanted—"
"I know what you wanted." Lilith's voice was almost gentle now. Cruel and gentle, both at once. "You wanted to be special. You wanted to be powerful. You wanted to be the one everyone wanted." She stepped back, dismissing Morgana entirely, and returned her attention to Candy. "But you're not. She is."
Candy's mouth was dry. "What do you mean, a choice? How do I reach seventy?"
Lilith knelt beside her again, close enough that their breath mingled. Her scent flooded Candy's senses—that intoxicating mix of jasmine and copper and something darker. Something hungry.
"You're almost there," Lilith said. "You can feel it, can't you? The power building inside you. The hunger that never quite goes away. The need that only gets stronger with every orgasm."
Candy nodded. She could feel it. She'd felt it for weeks now—a growing pressure behind her eyes, a fire in her belly that no amount of sex could fully extinguish.
"To reach 75, you need to push past every limit you've ever set for yourself. Every boundary. Every rule." Lilith's lips brushed Candy's ear. "You need to fuck something that isn't mortal. Something that has never been mortal. You need to take a creature of pure magic into your body and drain it dry."
Candy's breath caught. "A creature of pure magic? What does that even mean?"
"Elementals. Fae spirits. Beings born of raw mana." Lilith pulled back, her eyes gleaming. "Or, if you're feeling particularly adventurous... a god."
The implication hung in the air like smoke.
"You," Candy breathed.
Lilith smiled. "Me."
The den had gone completely silent. Even the distant sounds of the goblin den—the laughter, the bickering, the clang of weapons—had faded. It was as if the very stone was holding its breath.
Candy looked at Thresh. He stood frozen by the door, his face unreadable, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was the Goblin King. He'd claimed her publicly, marked her as his property in front of his entire court. And now a Demon God was propositioning her right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do about it.
She should have felt guilty. She should have felt conflicted.
She didn't.
She felt powerful.
"What happens if I fuck you?" Candy asked. "Will I become a true succubus?"
"Not immediately. But it will push you over the edge. It will give you the power you need to reach seventy. And then..." Lilith's hand traveled down Candy's body, fingers trailing over her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thigh. "And then, my sweet little slut, you'll have a choice to make."
"What choice?"
"The choice that every succubus mage faces when they reach the threshold. The choice to remain a servant of pleasure in a mortal body... or to become a goddess of it."
Lilith's fingers found Candy's cunt. The touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve in her body. Candy gasped, her hips bucking upward, seeking more contact.
"I'll give you time to think about it," Lilith said. But her fingers didn't stop moving, sliding through Candy's slick folds, circling her clit with practiced precision. "Not too much time. I'm not patient, as your little witch friend can attest."
Morgana made a small sound—half sob, half moan. She'd sunk to her knees against the wall, her own mark glowing faintly, her hands pressed flat against the stone as if she needed something solid to hold onto.
Lilith laughed—a warm sound now, genuinely amused. "When you're ready to ascend, you'll call for me. Properly this time. With blood and gold and moonlight."
"How much gold?"
"The rest of it. All that you have." Lilith's eyes flicked to Thresh. "Or all that you can steal from your new master."
Thresh's growl was barely audible. Lilith ignored him.
"The choice is yours, my sweet. But don't take too long." She began to fade, her form growing translucent, pink mist swirling around her feet.
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.
She vanished, and the den snapped back to normalcy—the braziers guttering, the shadows retreating, the distant sounds of the goblin den rushing back in like water filling a void. The oppressive weight of her presence lifted, and Candy could breathe again.
For a long moment, no one moved.
Then Morgana crawled across the furs, her face streaked with tears, her purple eyes wild. She grabbed Candy's face in her hands and kissed her—hard, desperate, like a drowning woman clawing for air.
"Don't," she whispered against Candy's lips. "Don't leave me. Don't become... that. Don't leave me behind."
Candy held her, stroked her hair, let her cry against her shoulder. But her mind was already elsewhere.
But her mind was already elsewhere.
Morgana felt it—the subtle shift in Candy's body, the way her breathing had steadied, the way her hands had stopped trembling against Morgana's back. She pulled away, her purple eyes searching Candy's face. What she found there made her stomach drop.
"You're thinking about it," Morgana said. Not a question.
Candy didn't deny it. She sat up slowly, her massive tits shifting with the movement, her pink-streaked hair falling across her face. She brushed it back with those ridiculous acrylic nails—nails that had no business being as hot as they were—and met Morgana's gaze.
"I hate her," Candy said.
The words came out flat. Matter-of-fact. Like she was commenting on the weather.
Morgana blinked. "What?"
"Lilith. I hate her." Candy's jaw tightened. "She thinks she owns me. Thinks she can just appear whenever she wants, dangle power in front of my face, and I'll come running like a bitch in heat." She laughed—a harsh, bitter sound. "I'm already a bitch in heat, and I know it. But I'm not going to abandon you. I'm not going to leave you behind while I go off and become some demon goddess. That's not happening."
Morgana's throat constricted. She wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe that Candy—beautiful, powerful, perfect Candy—would actually choose her over godhood.
But she'd seen the look in Candy's eyes when Lilith described what it would feel like to be a true succubus. She'd seen the hunger there. The want.
"You don't have to lie to me," Morgana whispered.
"I'm not lying." Candy grabbed Morgana's face in both hands, her long nails pressing gently against her cheeks. "Listen to me. I love you. I've always loved you. Even before all this—before the mark, before the transformation, before we became... whatever we are now. I loved you when you were just a lazy witch running a brothel. I loved you when you were the only person in the village who didn't judge me for being different."
Morgana's eyes burned. "You judged me first."
"I know." Candy's voice cracked. "I was cruel. I was stupid. I pushed you away because I was scared of what I felt when I looked at you. And then I spent years pretending I didn't miss you, pretending I was better than you, pretending I didn't want to crawl back to you on my knees and beg for forgiveness."
A tear slipped down Morgana's cheek. Then another.
"And then you saved me," Candy continued. "When the paladins came, when they burned my house, when they hunted me through the streets like an animal—you were there. You gave me a new name. A new face. A new body. You turned me into Candy, and you didn't ask for anything in return."
"I asked for plenty," Morgana said weakly.
"You asked for sex." Candy grinned. "That's not the same as asking for payment. That's just...
Morgana laughed despite herself. It came out wet and broken, but it was real.
From the doorway, a heavy sigh.
Thresh had retrieved his blade from the wall and was now leaning against the frame, his massive green arms crossed over his chest. He looked tired—more tired than a Goblin King had any right to look. His yellow eyes moved between them, unreadable.
"So," he said. "What's the plan?"
Candy and Morgana both looked at him.
"The plan," Thresh repeated. "You've got a Demon God trying to recruit you. You've got paladins hunting you. You've got me—a Goblin King who's supposed to be protecting you—standing here with my cock still wet from your cunt." He gestured vaguely at the drying seed on Candy's thighs. "And I'm supposed to just... wait? Watch? Pretend this is normal?"
Candy crawled toward him on all fours. It was a deliberate movement—she knew exactly how she looked, tits swaying, ass high, her cunt still glistening with his cum. She stopped at his feet and looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes.
"We're not pretending anything," she said. "We're surviving. That's what we do. That's what we've always done."
"And Lilith?"
"Lilith can wait." Candy reached up and placed her hand on his thigh. "Right now, I need you to keep fucking us. Hard. Until I can't think anymore. Until I forget about gods and paladins and all the rest of it."
Thresh's cock twitched despite himself. He'd spent the past three hours fucking this woman in front of his entire court, and he was still getting hard at the sight of her on her knees. It was humiliating. It was also exactly what he wanted.
"You're insatiable," he growled.
"I'm a succubus mage." Candy shrugged. "It's kind of my thing."
Morgana crawled over to join her, pressing her body against Candy's side. Her purple hair mingled with Candy's pink-streaked blonde, and their marks pulsed in tandem—Morgana's artificial one flickering weakly, Candy's divine one burning bright.
"Fuck us both," Morgana said. "Together. At the same time."
Thresh snorted. "I'm one goblin, not three."
"You're a Goblin King." Morgana ran her hand up his thigh, her fingers brushing against his cock. "Act like it."
He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and tossed her onto the furs like she weighed nothing. She landed with a yelp and a laugh, her legs spreading instinctively. Candy climbed onto the furs beside her, and suddenly Thresh had two women beneath him—both of them wet, both of them willing, both of them looking at him like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
"Fine," he said. "But if I'm doing this, I'm doing it properly."
He knelt between them, his thick green cock standing straight up from his body. It was monstrous—easily a foot and a half long, thick as Candy's wrist. She'd taken it down her throat less than an hour ago and still felt the ache in her jaw.
"Which one of you wants to get fucked first?"
Candy raised her hand. "Me. I want to feel you inside me again."
Morgana made an irritated sound. "You always go first. You've been getting all the attention lately."
"Because I'm the one who looks like a whore." Candy gestured at herself—the massive tits, the tiny waist, the hips that seemed custom-built for fucking. "You're still hot, but I'm... this."
"You're both whores," Thresh rumbled. "And I'm going to fuck you both. But Morgana's right—she's been patient. She gets my cock first."
Candy's mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Thresh grabbed Morgana by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach—a rough, commanding motion that made her gasp. "You can have my mouth. She gets my cock."
Morgana shot Candy a triumphant look over her shoulder. It was petty and childish and Candy loved her for it.
Thresh positioned himself behind Morgana, his cock pressing against her slick folds. She was already wet—she'd been wet since Lilith had touched her, since that brush of the Demon God's power had sent shivers through her mark. Her body wanted this. Needed this.
"Ready?" Thresh asked.
"Just fucking do it," Morgana said.
He did.
One thrust buried him to the hilt. Morgana screamed—the sound raw and desperate, the sound of a woman being split open by a cock that had no business fitting inside her. Her back arched, her hands clawed at the furs, her eyes rolled back.
And Candy watched.
She watched Thresh's hands grip Morgana's hips, watched his thick green shaft slide in and out of her lover's stretched cunt, watched Morgana's ass jiggle with every thrust. It was filthy. It was beautiful.
"Fuck," Candy breathed. "You look so good like that."
Morgana's response was a strangled moan.
Thresh leaned over her, his massive body covering hers, and buried his face in Candy's throat. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Good girl," Thresh grunted. "Take it. Take my cock."
"Harder," Morgana gasped. "Fuck me harder—"
He obliged.
The next ten minutes were a blur of flesh and sweat and obscenity. Thresh fucked Morgana like she was a piece of meat, and she loved every second of it. She came twice—the first time with a shuddering cry, the second time with a scream that echoed off the cavern walls.
But it wasn't enough.
"Switch," Candy said suddenly. "I need to feel you too."
Thresh withdrew from Morgana, his cock glistening with her juices. He turned to Candy, and his eyes were wild, hungry, a predator who'd found fresh prey. She spread her legs, her massive tits heaving with every breath, and he mounted her without a word.
His cock slid into her easier than it should have. She was still wet from earlier, still gaping slightly from the throne room, and he filled her perfectly—stretching her, hitting every sensitive spot, making her see stars.
"Oh my fucking god," Candy moaned. "Yes. Yes, right there—"
Thresh fucked her with brutal efficiency. His cock seemed to get thicker with every thrust, filling her more and more until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began. Her long nails dug into his back, leaving red trails across his green skin, and he groaned with every scratch.
Morgana propped herself up on one elbow and watched, her hand slipping between her thighs. She was still horny, still empty, still craving more. But she liked watching Candy get fucked. There was something satisfying about seeing the woman she loved being ruined by a Goblin King.
"Fuck her harder," Morgana said. "Make her scream."
Thresh did.
He grabbed Candy's hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. His other hand found her clit, rubbing it roughly as he fucked into her. The combination of sensations—the fullness, the friction, the pressure on her clit—sent Candy spiraling toward the edge.
"I'm going to cum," she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum—"
"Then cum," Thresh snarled. "Cum on my cock like the slut you are."
She did.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a wildfire, leaving her shaking and screaming and gripping the furs so hard her acrylic nails cracked. Her pink mana flared bright—so bright it lit up the entire den—and for one perfect moment, she felt like she could tear the world apart with her bare hands.
Thresh roared and buried himself deep, his cock pulsing as he filled her with hot seed. His hips bucked, his claws dug into her hips, and he collapsed on top of her with a guttural groan.
"Fuck," Morgana whispered.
Candy lay beneath Thresh, pinned by his massive body, her cunt still clenching around his softening cock. She couldn't breathe. She didn't care.
"Okay," she managed. "Okay, that was... good."
Thresh rolled off her, panting. "You're welcome."
Morgana crawled over and lay beside Candy, her head resting on Candy's shoulder. Her fingers traced lazy circles on Candy's stomach, right around the edge of her mark.
"So," Morgana said. "What now?"
Candy stared at the ceiling. The cavern pulsed with green firelight, the shadows dancing like living things. She could still feel Lilith's presence—faint, distant, but there. Waiting.
"We can't go back," Candy said. "Even if the paladins weren't hunting us, we can't go back. We're not human anymore. We don't belong there."
Morgana's fingers paused. "We're still technically human."
"Technically." Candy laughed. "But other humans would never accept us. We've got demon marks on our bodies. We fuck like animals. We're monsters, Morgana. We just happen to look human."
"I know," Morgana said quietly. "I've known that for a long time."
Thresh sat up, reaching for a wineskin hanging from a nearby pillar. He took a long drink, then offered it to Candy. She took it and drank deeply—the wine was sour and strong and exactly what she needed.
"I'm planning a campaign," Thresh said. "There are villages to the east. Small ones. Undefended. I'm going to conquer them and expand my territory."
Candy lowered the wineskin. "You're going to invade them?"
"I'm going to claim them." He shrugged. "The goblins need more resources. More land. More slaves. It's what we do."
Morgana sat up, a strange glint in her eyes. "When you have your victory parade, I want you to fuck me publicly. The way you fucked Candy in the throne room. I want the whole court to see you claiming me."
Thresh raised an eyebrow. "You're jealous."
"I'm not jealous. I'm tired of waiting my turn." Morgana crossed her arms over her chest. "You've been favoring Candy. Everyone's seen it. I want my moment."
"Fine," Thresh said. "The parade happens next week. You'll ride at my side, and I'll fuck you in front of the entire army." He pointed at Candy. "She'll be on fawning duty. Worshipping me while I'm inside you."
Candy should have been insulted. Instead, she felt a thrill run through her. "I can do that."
Morgana turned to Candy. "What do you want? When this is all over—when we've settled into whatever life we're going to live—what do you want to do?"
Candy thought about it. She thought about Lilith's offer, about the grey-purple skin and the wings and the horns. She thought about the power that waited on the other side of 75. She thought about what it would mean to be a demon for real, to not have to pretend anymore.
"I want to be a succubus," she said finally. "I want to live forever. I want to be an ageless whore for all eternity—fucking whoever I want, whenever I want, and never having to apologize for it."
Morgana's face fell. "But I can't be a demon. Lilith said so. I could never be a true succubus. I could never be there with you."
Candy turned to her, cupped her face, and kissed her softly. "You're already there with me. We're bonded, remember? We share power. We share everything." She pressed her forehead against Morgana's. "If I figure out how to transcend—if I find a way to break the rules—I'll bring you with me. I promise."
"How could you possibly do that?"
"I don't know yet." Candy smiled. "But I'm a fast learner. And I've got a Demon God who wants to make me in her image." She pulled back, her eyes gleaming. "Lilith thinks she's teaching me to be her disciple. She thinks I'll be grateful. She thinks I'll kneel."
Morgana's breath caught. "But you won't."
"I'll kneel when it suits me." Candy's smile turned sharp. "But I'm not going to be anyone's disciple. I'm going to be a goddess in my own right. And you're coming with me."
Thresh watched them from the furs, his expression unreadable. He didn't understand half of what they were talking about—divine traces, shared power, transcendence—but he understood one thing very clearly.
These two women were going to burn the world down.
And he was going to enjoy the fire.