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When he heard a new partner was joining the fold, George was skeptical.

The 22-year-old ex-barista had grown accustomed to the circle of demonic women that surrounded him. Sure, at first he'd been afraid. There was plenty to scare him: the exotic skin tones and sharp horns of his captors, the bubbling pits of lava just outside his room, the screaming tortured souls that flew through the sky. Over time, though, his captors had become his companions and Hell his new home. The Titeueart Succubus Clan of the Second Circle was a circle of eight demons, all of whom were ridiculously busty. Its leader, Xeriarcha, was the most stacked of them all. Along with her deep purple skin, lustrous red hair, mother-of-pearl horns, and nearly nine foot stature, she had breasts twice the size of her head.

They had never imprisoned him. They needed only a new, as they said, "provider."

"We need someone to cum for us," the green-skinned second in command, Alaitheia, had explained, "and we need someone whose perverse mind knows no bounds to supply us."

"Are you saying I'm being rewarded for being a perv?"

Alaitheia threw back her golden tresses and laughed, her cantaloupe-sized breasts bouncing on her chest. "You could say that."

"And what about Kerry?"

"Your girlfriend? She is... going to bed rewarded in another sense." She grinned, a mouth full of sharp fangs revealed between her plush lips. Her fingers played at the strings holding her robe closed. "Any other questions, human?"

"No--"

His denial had been cut off by Alaitheia's tit suddenly being in his mouth. Her nipple was hard and huge. "Drink up," she said. George acquiesced, sucking at her breast and becoming overwhelmed by a deluge of rich, warm milk filling his body. His cock immediately perked up. Alaitheia cooed as she squeezed her breasts between her arms, her unattended nipple also beginning to leak. "Our milk will nourish you," she continued between truly porn-worthy moans. "It will give you the strength to provide for us."

True to her word, George already felt... different. A new sort of strength rose within him, a tenacity. His cock still strained in his jeans, but he no longer felt like he was reaching a breaking point, like he would hit a pleasure threshold and come. If there was a limit, it was very distant.

Over the first three months of his residency, George had found that his orgasm was tied to that of his partner (or those of his partners). He wouldn't cum until they did, and fucking sessions could last for hours. Typically, it was him and two or three of his demonesses; once a month, he was treated to the greatest orgy he'd ever borne witness to, all eight succubi competing to pleasure him and each other. To be entirely honest, he felt like a ninth partner would take too much out of him. Though his libido and ability to produce cum were limitless, and his ability to handle multiple succubi grew as he fed from more of them, George wasn't sure he had enough time to take care of a new member.

"It's okay," said Xeriarcha when he voiced his concerns. "I mayn't understand, but your words have logic. Don't worry. We will never demand from you more than you can give. Besides, our latest addition is just as new as you are." She giggled like she knew something he didn't.

George met the newest succubus at the next full moon, just before one of his sessions with the entire clan. She outsized Xeriarcha, ten feet tall, with an ass large enough for him to sleep on and tits that eclipsed her hips. Her skin was a gleaming ruby red, matched by red veins spiraling through her lengthy horns. George looked up her body in awe, seeing beads of milk already leaking from her chest, her breasts almost obscuring her face.

Her face, which George would know anywhere.

"Kerry?!"