Misses Protectors

Seojun’s two Mistresses pondered Seohyun and Yoona’s query, but even he knew it was a front. To reject the protection of two such powerful demons … no matter how rarely such occurrences happened, all it took was one, and the limits of their abilities as demons were put on full display. Really, it was inevitable.

In light of the deal, there were a few, subtle changes that started to happen: Taeyeon went back to her various duties she had as the chairwoman of various companies, but she seemed to come home earlier than usual; Tiffany would go out to socialize as she usually did, but it seemed like she stayed around the house more than usual. In this way, Seojun felt validated in the lingering uneasiness he was feeling. Being ‘kidnapped’ by Jessica was one thing, especially since he quickly realized there was nothing to worry about. Learning that Sunny was a different type of demon was some indication to Seojun that the world was bigger than he initially thought. He was told that Sunny was more accepting to succubae than most demons, but because of how accepting the Witch was to Seojun and his Mistresses, the only thing he could do was take the implicit warning at face value. The events that transpired the last week or two opened his eyes, and in fact, his mind: the world was much, much bigger than he thought, and there existed much more dangerous, powerful demons out there than the succubae that Seojun previously thought were overbearing in their physical prowess over humans, and even himself.

“Oh, actually, Seojun, I need to pick up something first, ok?” Taeyeon said to Seojun as they were walking back home from work, “You head on home first.”

“Oh, ok.” Seojun didn’t think much of it. Taeyeon wasn’t beholden to reveal every part of her life to him, so her being vague didn’t bother him. He jogged the rest of the way home, and upon opening the door, was greeted with a face full of confetti, balloons, and ribbons. “Wh—”

“Happy birthday!” Tiffany greeted him at the door with a jubilant expression, holding the confetti popper proudly in her hand.

“Huh? Oh, right, it’s my birthday today, isn’t it?”

Tiffany giggled. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ve long since forgotten my actual birthdate. The one I have now is one I decided on myself." She looked absolutely stunning, with a frame-hugging purple dress that left little to the imagination, just barely covering the intersection of her legs.

“Is this a thing? Do succubae celebrate birthdays?”

“Happy birthday, Seojun.” Taeyeon’s voice drifted into his ear, hugging him from behind with both arms, her hands presenting the cake she just picked up to him at mid-torso level. “Not often, but it’s your first birthday with us, so of course we have to celebrate it.”

“Is it just us three?”

Tiffany nodded. “Is that bad?”

Seojun smiled back and shook his head. “Everyone else can wait.” It wasn’t lost to Seojun that there may be some ulterior motives in the mind of his Mistresses, in more ways than one. In the last few days, he caught Taeyeon and Tiffany chatting to themselves about something, which he figured had something to do with his recently-acquired aversion to the outdoors. The only exceptions were to go to work and to go shopping, and whenever he wanted to go outside to feel the fresh early-spring air, he stayed within the boundaries of the relatively large estate the three of them were living on.

Should he even be scared of anything, now that he knew he had the protection of Seohyun and Yoona, who seemed to be immensely prideful creatures who would take it as a personal offense if something were to ever happen to him? Probably not, but then again, he thought he was safe as the Succubus Servant of two of the oldest and most powerful succubae in the country. Seojun was well aware that Taeyeon and Tiffany were probably talking about helping him out of this moping around he was doing, so he decided that when they finally pulled the trigger, he could get over his … whatever this was, and be receptive to whatever it was their plan was. So occupied was his mind that he had completely forgotten about his upcoming birthday, until Tiffany reminded him just now.

Taeyeon released her embrace to drop off the cake into the house as Tiffany asked, “What do humans normally do for birthdays these days?”

Seojun shrugged. “Play games, maybe go out somewhere fun like an arcade or bowling or something, eat good food, maybe get drunk? It doesn’t really matter what, as long as you’re having a good time with your friends and family, that’s the important part of a good birthday party.”

“Well, I don’t know about good food or about any fun games, but I do know about something that I thought we could try today.”

Seojun has seen their neighbors and greeted them on occasion. To their right was a couple in their late fifties whose child was now living on her own in the big city, and to their left was a single woman in her early 40s who seemed to only come home on the weekends. Seojun surmised that she lived in the Seoul during the workday and only came out here during the weekends, but seeing as he only has ever seen her once, he couldn’t be sure.

That is to say, there wasn’t much of a reason to be nervous when Taeyeon reemerged, completely in the nude, to pull him out into their lawn and subsequently pulled off his shirt. He barely got to process the mouth-wateringly sexy sight of his first Mistress’s naked body before Tiffany joined in and ripped his pants right off his legs.

It’s unlikely that anyone will see them. It’s a weekday, and so the lady to their left should be working and the older couple to their right has no reason to be out in the afternoon.

“We should make good use of this nice weather, shouldn’t we, Tiffany?”

“I agree, Taeyeon.” Seojun didn’t even have time to blink before Tiffany was, herself, devoid of clothing, the purple dress pooled at her feet that she was now stepping over. The many, many times he’d seen Tiffany’s tits failed to lessen the impact of seeing them out and in the open. “Are you ready for your birthday present?”

“Why is it my present if I’m the one giving something to you?”

Tiffany giggled. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll see what the present is before long. I just need to get this bad boy,” having gotten into a kneeling position, Tiffany’s hand ran across his hardening member, stiffening in part to the feeling of Tiffany’s soft, yet warm hand, and in part to the contrastingly cool wind blowing across it, “warmed up and ready to go.”

“You’re gonna…?” At Taeyeon’s silent inquiry, Tiffany looked up and nodded at her partner-in-crime. “Already?”

“Why not?”

Taeyeon shook her head, albeit with a smile on her face. “Nothing.”

“But are we really going to…” Tiffany’s soft, velvety lips pressed against his hardening member, eliciting a hiss from him, “…right here?” Her tongue lolled out, the slick, wet muscle caressing his glans like a mother would cradle her crying baby. A sigh escaped his lips at the sensation of Tiffany’s tongue expertly massaging his cock, dancing around its length and lathering it with a sheen layer of saliva. “What if someone sees?”

“That would be troublesome, wouldn’t it?”

The remark from Taeyeon pulled Seojun out of the lustful stupor Tiffany’s tongue had put him in. Why did she say that like there was something they knew that he didn’t?

“Mmm, but it’s exciting like this, isn’t it?”

Before Seojun could even decide on whether or not he thought the prospect of being caught getting a blowjob by a couple nearly sixty-years-old was hot, Tiffany took nearly his entire length into her sweltering, hot mouth. He let out a more audible groan, his hands automatically drifting to the sides of Tiffany’s head. However, before he could indulge in Tiffany’s immaculate skills with her tongue, she pulled away. “Hm?”

“But it would be a shame to have to move, this is such a nice place.”

“…Right.”

Tiffany giggled at the extremely evident disappointment in his response and his face. “Aww, baby, don’t worry. If you’re that worried about being seen, then all we have to do is to make it so that they can’t see us, right?”

“Even for my tastes, this is a little…”

Taeyeon’s warning fell on deaf ears, and Seojun’s excitement overrode any concerns that might’ve arisen from his first Mistress’s words. “First things first,” Tiffany turned around, spreading her legs nice and wide, spreading her ass with her hands to present her glimmering, soaking wet pussy to him, “Come and fill me up, baby.”

In one step, Seojun’s hands landed on her hips, and in the second, pressed the tip of his dick against her damp pussy lips. Seojun took a second to align himself properly, and then shoved his entire length into her hot sex in one stroke.

“Mmm, Seojun~”

The heat, the wetness, the familiar tightness of Tiffany’s snatch filled his senses. Seojun’s hands tightened around Tiffany’s hips as her own hands fell from her behind and onto her knees. As she moaned, she arched her back into Seojun, pushing her ass flush against Seojun’s crotch, “You better hold on tight, Seojun.”

“…What?” Seojun turned to Taeyeon, who was just smiling mysteriously at him.

“I’m telling you that you’ll want to bend over to hold onto Fany’s boobs.”

“That’s right, come here, baby~”

Seojun needed no further convincing, bending over to reach over and grab a handful of Tiffany’s bountiful chest. “Ok, now—” seeing Taeyeon’s wings unfurl gave Seojun pause, and then feeling Tiffany straighten her back gave him another pause, “—what?”

“Coast clear, Taeyeon?” Taeyeon nodded. “Then,” Tiffany’s own wings unfurled from beneath his armpits. Although there was already enough space, Seojun reflexively shifted his arms up, more so out of shock than anything else. “Going up!” followed by feeling Tiffany crouching into a jumping motion were the only warnings Seojun got before his Mistress burst into the air.

“What the fuuc—” Seojun’s words got swallowed by the wind just as quickly as they left his mouth, probably by the fact that it felt like his heart was in his throat. Flying while being carried by Taeyeon or Tiffany was still a rather novel experience for him, but it was always more enjoyable than not. This, however, felt anything but ‘enjoyable’. Seojun, in fact, felt too startled to even scream; or perhaps the wind was simply stealing his breath before it could leave his throat. By the time Tiffany finally stopped ascending, they were nearly at the level of the clouds. He could clearly feel the coolness, and thinness, of the air, but it wasn’t something that bothered him much anymore, yet another positive byproduct of the various forms of exercise he had been partaking in recently.

“What…”

“Don’t worry, Taeyeon won’t let you fall.”

It was only then that Seojun remembered his dick was still firmly wedged inside Tiffany. “Oh…” He was still hard, rather surprisingly, and the air was considerably colder, but it was bearable, especially with the warmth of Tiffany’s body filling up his hands and loins. His legs were wrapped around Tiffany’s, clinging on for dear life, his hands squeezing Tiffany’s tits so tightly that they were beginning to turn red. When he noticed this, and noticed how stable he actually was, he loosened his grip. “…um…”

“Don’t hold back.”

Seojun couldn’t quite be classified as a ‘human being’ anymore, and despite it having been less than a year with this new body, there were times he could feel it. While not exactly immortal like his Mistresses, there was a certain distance that he just innately felt with the people he saw walking around outside, the cashier ringing up his groceries, even the coworkers he worked with under Taeyeon. This moment widened that gap. It felt like his reaction was certainly in the ‘not human-like’ category: Seojun took just half a second to reconcile the fact that he was many kilometers above the ground, shrugged, and decided to take Tiffany’s proposition.