Asmodeus held Yumiko tight while stroking her back. Her warm tears dripped down his chest as she nuzzled against him. He could only keep quiet, watching her with a faint smile as the surroundings celebrated their marriage.
"Are you alright?"
"Mm, it’s just that you took by surprised."
She glanced up at him, with wet eyes and ssy makeup. Asmodeus cupped her cheek, brushing the remaining tears with his thumb. "Were you that happy, about it?" He curled his lips while leaning his forehead against hers.
"Very!"
The music lowered, awaiting the next piece as Asmodeus lifted his hand as if to delay it. He gazed into Yumiko’s eyes, images of their ti together flashing through his mind. Asmodeus first learned about love with Yumiko and Erika. Of all the people he owed for his current state, it was those two, followed by Serena.
"I love you, Sakurai Yumiko."
His expression faded as he leaned closer, pressing his lips against hers. His tongue slipped inside, pushing them apart.
"!!!"
Although her forr na, which she only used as a middle na since coming to this world, reminds her of her other self. He listened to her drunken rambling and knew how important this was to her.
"Mmmn..."
He curled his tongue around hers as she pulled away, sucking on the tip with a wet slurp. Then slowly pulled back, her face lting with blushed cheeks and a thick bridge of saliva joining their tongues.
"Haa... Ryuji..."
His other wives watched with fierce glares, causing Asmodeus to chuckle before he sucked the saliva into his mouth. "Well, I have to greet more wives, can you forgive with this kiss until tonight?"
Yumiko looked up at him with wet, dreamy eyes.
"Do I really have to wait?" Her voice sounded cute and seductive. Then she pulled her chest wrappings apart to reveal the healthy glow of her tanned breasts. "How do they look? I dolled myself up for you."
Asmodeus lowered his golden eyes, lingering on the soft mounds of Yumiko’s skin before he breathed out, holding his laughter and groan.
"They’re perfect," his voice a low growl in her ear as he pulled her closer. "But if you tempt now, it’ll be a disaster."
Yumiko’s lips curled into a seductive smile, clearly pleased by the hunger in his gaze and words. "Then... maybe I should make you wait. To make you crave even more." She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek, before straightening her kimono and stepping back with a faint, wistful sigh.
"Go on, Emperor," she whispered. "Your harem isn’t finished yet."
Asmodeus chuckled, straightening his ceremonial robes as he turned back toward the centre of the altar. The air shifted almost imdiately with his stern glare. The joyous cheers and playful whistles beca muted and calm as his aura hushed them into silence as the next procession ford at the far end of the aisle.
"Oh?"
It was strange, because after Yumiko... it was supposed to be Erika’s turn, but this wasn’t her music or atmosphere. His eyes opened wide in shock as the vibrant and fast music began to play, rumbling drums, delightful strings. It reminded him of the exotic dances from the Middle East of his previous world.
’Oi... you damn cheeky succubus!’
She told him they didn’t need a ceremony.
Instead, he would spend a week mating with them to perform the Succubus-style wedding, which would co afterwards.
Asmodeus tilted his head slightly as the rhythm built with layered drums pounding like a heartbeat beneath the cry of flutes and trembling strings. The lody twisted and turned with a sensual weight, and he couldn’t help but smile.
It seed Sariel and Riel wanted a ceremony after all.
’Well, this ans they’ll be accepted officially, so I’ll let it drop...’
He could picture a certain succubus dancing and bouncing around to this song, "Definitely Sariel." he muttered to himself. "No one else would make such a sensual and dramatic entrance."
From the far end of the aisle, the air itself seed to ripple. Veils of crimson and gold silk danced in the wind, and the faint scent of myrrh and black roses drifted over the crowd. Then they appeared as shadows at first, moving with serpentine grace beneath the light.
’Oh my god, are those my demon knights?’
At their head danced Sariel
Her steps matched the music, hips swaying with an almost hypnotic precision and allure. Gold chains clinked gently around her waist, wrists and ankles, with a deep wine-colored veil fluttering behind her like captured fla. Beneath it, flashes of dark, sun-kissed skin and glints of enchanted gemstones teased the eye.
A second dancer appeared from the shadows. It was Riel.
’Wow...’
Riel followed with an entirely different energy — softer, gentler, the picture of devotion. Where Sariel’s aura was a burning desert storm, Riel’s was a spring breeze, cool and inviting. She wore an ivory gown laced with faint pink sigils, and a circlet of delicate rose-gold rested on her horns.
Two succubi with identical looks.
One with chocolate brown skin and bubblegum blue hair. The other with the sa blue skin and neon pink hair.
Won who embodied lust and love, temptation and tenderness, walked towards him in perfect synchrony, their golden eyes fixed on the man waiting for them on the altar.
Asmodeus covered his mouth.
Sothing stirred in his chest, a pulse and tightening that reminded him of his ti with the two won. ’From the mont I t them... they’ve always had a strange power over . Wild, beautiful, and utterly irresistible.’
The males in the crowd seed overwheld by the beauty of a succubus and beca srised.
’However, these are my succubi.’
The plaza itself seed to sway with them. Each click of Sariel’s golden anklets rang like a church bell in everyone’s chest, and each flutter of Riel’s gown carried the scent of sumr fruits and pheromones. The air thickened, heavy with heat and desire, where the natural charm of a succubus reached its peak.
And yet, Asmodeus stood unmoved. Not because he was immune, but because the sight of them no longer tempted him as strangers might. It stirred sothing deeper inside.
’They’re not just succubi... they’re my won.’
Sariel’s lips curled into a cheeky smirk the instant their eyes t. She had always been bold, aggressive and cute. The one to tease, provoke and dare him into losing control. ’Until we get to the bed and she becos ek and shy.’ Now, even during a sacred ceremony, her fire burned brighter than all others.
Her tail traced vibrant arcs behind her as if beckoning him closer.
Riel, in complete contrast, lowered her gaze with red cheeks when they were near enough to reach him with outstretched hands. A gentle smile spread across her lips as she peeked at him with upward glances.
However, different from her aura of purity. She was perverted and intense during night acts.
The two succubi reached the first step of the altar and, with perfect synchronicity, sank to one knee. Their long legs poked from their graceful dresses, revealing the silky brown and blue thighs down to their calves as both girls’ horns glead in the mid-afternoon light.
Once he stepped closer, they unfurled their wings and spread them like banners, covering the vision from the altar.
"My beloved master." Sariel purred like a horny cat. "We co not as succubi..."
"...but as won who give their everything to you." Riel finished, her voice a whisper of devotion.
Ba-Dump!
Asmodeus tensed as his heart pounded faster. He looked down at the won, who both pulled up their dresses, revealing the bold tattoo he had placed on their abdons.
They revealed themselves in the middle of thousands of people, hidden only by their black wings.
"You’re both already soaked." He whispered.
Then he extended his hands and tapped the surface of the black and red markings, causing the lovely brides to whimper while shuddering.
Sariel trembled the mont his fingertips grazed the sigil etched into her skin, a delicate rune that pulsed like a second heartbeat beneath his touch. Her breath beca ragged, lips parting with a sultry moan.
The crowd saw only a serene smile and elegant bows, but beneath the shadow of those massive wings...
A very different ceremony was unfolding.
"My body is yours, master..." Sariel whispered, voice quivering as his fingertips slipped lower, stroking the soft folds gently.
Riel told him about the union of succubi.
At first, he was nervous about completing the ritual, but luckily, their huge wings blocked everyone’s sight. This brand isn’t just for desire. It is my oath. My hunger, my love, my every breath exists to serve you."
’Sariel feels so mature right now.’
Riel followed, trembling even more visibly, her hips twitching as his palm slid across the mark below her navel. "I offer not just my body," she breathed, cheeks flushed crimson. "But my soul. The essence that makes a succubus. Every ounce of charm, every drop of lust and fluid. All of it belongs to you alone."
Their horns shone faintly, as magic answered their words.
The tattoos shimred with a bright light, blue and pink etching upwards and through the outline, adding vines and sharp roses, as if weaving figurative chains that bound them to him.
Each ti he touched their skin, a sharp tingling spread through his hand and flowed to his abdon, then lower... energy, their energy.
"Then I accept." Asmodeus spoke with a low, hungry voice like an unchained beast.
His fingers then slipped inside them both with a soft squish. "Your vows, desires, bodies and souls. I accept them and swear to protect you as my won, my partners... my brides and the mothers of my children."
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