The moment we stepped beyond the entrance, my senses were overwhelmed. The Pleasure Dome's interior stretched before us like a cathedral dedicated to carnal indulgence, its vaulted ceilings disappearing into shadows punctuated by floating orbs of crimson light.

  "Oh," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself.

  Everywhere I looked, succubi moved with predatory grace—many completely naked, others adorned in scraps of fabric that concealed nothing while somehow enhancing everything. Pleasure slaves followed their owners or stood in designated waiting areas, their bodies oiled and adorned with intricate markings indicating their specialities and status.

  The air itself seemed alive, thick with perfumes designed to heighten arousal. Beneath the exotic fragrances lay the unmistakable musk of sex—not unpleasant but primal, speaking directly to the succubus part of me that I'd been trying to keep in check.

  "Impressive, isn't it?" Isabella murmured beside me, her voice carrying a hint of amusement at my wide-eyed reaction.

  I nodded mutely, suddenly acutely aware of the arousal still coursing through my body from Professor Scarlet's phantom touches. My Academy uniform, which had never felt particularly restrictive before, now seemed to brush against my sensitised skin with maddening friction.

  "First stop, changing rooms!" Aria announced cheerfully, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward an archway lined with shimmering curtains. "Can't properly experience the Dome in these boring uniforms."

  "Changing rooms?" I echoed weakly as we passed through the curtain into a luxurious space with plush seating, mirrored walls, and attendants standing ready.

  "Of course," Aria said, already shrugging off her uniform. "There's a dress code here. Well, more of an undress code."

  An attendant approached with several hanging options that made my eyes widen. What Aria called "clothes" appeared to be collections of straps, chains, and transparent panels that would cover absolutely nothing while drawing attention to everything.

  "I think this one would suit you perfectly," Aria said, holding up something that consisted primarily of leather straps and metal rings.

  I stared at the contraption, trying to figure out how it would even go on, when a realisation struck me. If these were the options, perhaps the simplest solution was...

  "I'll just go without," I said, surprising myself with my decisiveness.

  Aria's eyebrows shot up. "Bold choice, Princess," she whispered the nickname so only I could hear. "Very bold. I like it." She tossed the leather ensemble aside. "You know what? I'll join you. Solidarity in nudity!"

  Isabella gave an elegant shrug. "When in the Dome..." She began removing her uniform with practiced efficiency.

  Nyx hesitated only briefly before following suit. "The historical precedent for communal nudity among succubi dates back to pre-Fall traditions," she commented, somehow making disrobing sound academic.

  Minutes later, the four of us stood completely naked. I felt a curious mixture of vulnerability and freedom, my body humming with awareness of every air current against my skin.

  "And now," Aria declared, "the tour officially begins!"

  She led us back into the main chamber, moving with confident strides that I tried to emulate. We passed through rooms filled with various activities that made me blush despite my growing acclimatisation to Hell's open sexuality. Aria provided commentary that alternated between informative and teasing, clearly delighting in my reactions.

  "This way," she finally announced, gesturing toward an archway emitting soft blue light. "The massage area. Perfect for getting us in the proper mood before the real fun begins."

  I followed, wondering what exactly Aria considered "real fun" if everything we'd seen so far was merely preliminary.

  * * *

  The massage area felt like stepping into a different realm within the Dome. The frenetic energy of the main chambers gave way to a more controlled sensuality—the air perfumed with exotic oils rather than raw desire. Soft moans punctuated the otherwise tranquil atmosphere, drifting from behind translucent curtains that separated the various platforms without providing true privacy.

  "This is more my speed," I murmured, feeling slightly less overwhelmed. The blue-tinted lighting created a serene underwater effect that somehow made our complete nudity feel less exposed.

  A tall, slender demon with obsidian skin approached us, his movements liquid and graceful. He wore only a simple wrap around his waist, revealing an impressively muscled torso adorned with subtle glowing sigils.

  "How may we serve you today?" he asked, his voice a melodic purr.

  Before I could respond, Aria stepped forward. "We'd like four platforms, preferably in a shared space," she said with the confidence of someone who'd made this request many times before.

  The demon bowed slightly. "Of course. Please, follow me."

  He led us through a maze of curtained alcoves until we reached a more secluded area toward the back. With a flourish, he pulled aside a heavy curtain to reveal a circular space containing four massage platforms arranged like compass points around a central brazier filled with glowing coals.

  Four attendants stood waiting, instantly dropping into deep bows as we entered. I studied them curiously—two were clearly human with their rounded ears and familiar features, one was unmistakably an elf with her willowy frame and pointed ears, and the fourth... I couldn't quite place her species. Her skin had a faint bluish tint, and delicate gill-like structures adorned her neck.

  All four were completely naked except for elaborate jewellery adorning their most intimate areas—delicate chains, rings, and gemstones that seemed designed to draw attention rather than conceal.

  I sensed their arousal immediately—my succubus senses picking up the unmistakable pheromones and subtle physical cues. It made sense, I supposed. Working in a place dedicated to pleasure would naturally keep them in such state.

  I gravitated toward the most timid-looking of the four—a petite human woman with downcast eyes and honey-blonde hair figuring she'd be the least... aggressive in her approach.

  "I'll take this one," I said, climbing onto the padded surface and lying face down.

  The attendant approached with a crystal vial of oil. "May I begin, mistress?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  "Yes, go ahead," I replied, trying to sound casual despite my nervousness.

  The first touch of oil against my skin sent a shiver down my spine—warmer than I expected and carrying a faint tingling sensation that seemed to sink directly into my muscles. The attendant's hands followed, spreading the oil across my shoulders with gentle but firm pressure.

  I sighed, relaxing into her touch. This wasn't so bad. Maybe Aria had exaggerated about—

  My thoughts scattered as the attendant's hands slid lower, tracing the curve of my spine before spreading outward to caress my buttocks with deliberate, knowing strokes. Her fingers dipped between my thighs with such casual confidence that I barely had time to register surprise before pleasure bloomed.

  Every preconception I had about what constituted a "massage" shattered in that moment. This wasn't the therapeutic manipulation of muscles I'd experienced before. This was something else entirely—something designed specifically for succubus physiology.

  I should've protested at the sudden intrusion. But Professor Scarlet's phantom touches had left me in a state of near-desperate arousal, and the relief those exploring fingers promised was too tempting to resist.

  A soft moan escaped my lips as the attendant found a particularly sensitive spot. She responded immediately, focusing her attention there while her other hand continued working oil into my lower back.

  "Is this pleasing, mistress?" she whispered.

  "Yes," I gasped, beyond caring about propriety now. "Don't stop."

  She didn't. Instead, she reached beneath the platform and produced what looked like a collection of specialised tools—smooth, polished implements of various shapes and sizes. With practiced efficiency, she began incorporating them into the massage, using them to stimulate areas her hands couldn't reach simultaneously.

  My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. The attendant seemed to know exactly how to touch a succubus body—where to apply pressure, where to tease, where to penetrate. She worked with the focused dedication of someone performing sacred rites, her own arousal evident in her quickened breathing but never interfering with her technique.

  When her fingers finally slipped inside me, I arched against her hand, welcoming the intrusion. She responded by adding a second finger, then a third, while simultaneously using one of her tools to stimulate other parts of my body. The combined sensation sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

  I was so lost in my own experience that I barely registered the sounds around me until a particularly loud moan from Aria cut through my haze. Turning my head slightly, I saw my three companions in various states of ecstasy on their platforms. Isabella maintained her regal bearing even in pleasure, her face composed despite the flush spreading across her pale skin. Aria had abandoned all pretence of dignity, writhing enthusiastically beneath her attendant's ministrations. Even Nyx, had her head thrown back in abandon, her glasses set carefully aside.

  The realisation that we were all experiencing this together—yet separately—added another layer to the experience. There was something profoundly intimate about sharing this moment of vulnerability with them.

  My attendant must have sensed my distraction because she increased her efforts, adding a twist to her internal manipulations that sent me hurtling over the edge. My climax crashed through me with unexpected intensity, drawing a cry from my throat that echoed through the chamber.

  As the waves of pleasure gradually subsided, I lay boneless on the platform, my body humming with satisfaction. The attendant gently withdrew her fingers and began applying a different oil—this one cooling rather than warming—to soothe my sensitised skin.

  "Thank you," I murmured, not entirely sure if that was the proper etiquette but feeling the need to acknowledge what had just happened.

  The attendant looked surprised for a moment before her features settled back into professional deference. "It was my honour to serve you, mistress," she replied softly. "If you wish for more comprehensive service in the future, you may call for Elara. I am available for selection to accompany you to the private chambers."

  The implication was clear, and I felt a renewed stirring of interest despite having just experienced release. The succubus part of me was already hungry for more, while the remaining human part still marvelled at this body's seemingly insatiable appetite.

  "Elara," I repeated, committing the name to memory. "I'll remember that."

  She smiled, the expression transforming her face from merely pretty to genuinely beautiful. "I would be most grateful for the opportunity to serve you again."

  As my mind cleared, I became more aware of my surroundings once more. Aria was chatting animatedly with her attendant, while Isabella was already sitting up, her posture perfect despite what she'd just experienced. Nyx appeared to be asking her attendant technical questions about the oils used, ever the academic even in this setting.

  I stretched, feeling muscles I hadn't even realised were tense now relaxed and pliant. Whatever reservations I might have had about this place, I couldn't deny the effectiveness of their services. The lingering arousal from Professor Scarlet's punishment had been thoroughly addressed, leaving me in a state of languid contentment.

  Elara stood nearby, waiting patiently for any further instructions. I noticed again the elaborate jewellery adorning her most intimate areas, catching the blue light in hypnotic patterns. Her arousal hadn't diminished, If anything, she seemed more affected now, though she maintained her professional demeanour admirably.

  I wondered briefly what it must be like to work here. Being surrounded by pleasure, with no time to even relieve yourself. The thought stirred something uncomfortable in me—a remnant of human morality perhaps—but I pushed it aside. This was Hell, after all, and most mortals deserved their place here.

  * * *

  I was still basking in the afterglow of Elara's skilled touch when Aria bounced over to my platform, already fully recovered from her own experience and practically vibrating with excitement.

  "That was just the appetiser," she declared, grabbing my hand and tugging me to my feet. "Now for the main course!"

  I glanced over at Isabella and Nyx, hoping for some support, but they had moved to a small seating area in the corner of the room. Isabella was leaning forward, listening intently as Nyx gestured animatedly, clearly deep in discussion about interdimensional physics and access to the Ninth Circle.

  "Isabella," I called out, not bothering to hide the pleading in my voice. "A little help here?"

  Isabella looked up, her ice-blue eyes sparkling with amusement. She waved a dismissive hand in our direction. "Go have fun with Aria. We'll join you after we're done fleshing out the details."

  "Traitor!" I shouted as Aria dragged me toward the exit. Isabella's musical laughter followed us out of the massage chamber.

  "Come on, Lily," Aria urged, pulling me down a corridor lined with archways draped in shimmering fabrics. "There's so much to explore"

  I dug in my heels, causing Aria to jerk to a stop. "The massage was quite enough, Aria. I'm satisfied."

  She turned to me with an exaggerated pout. "But we've barely scratched the surface! The Crimson Chamber alone has seven levels, and we've only seen part of the first!"

  I opened my mouth to protest further, but something stopped me. What exactly was I resisting? The massage had been incredible—far better than I'd anticipated. My body still hummed with pleasant aftershocks, and despite my climax, I could feel the familiar stirring of hunger that came with being a succubus.

  Wasn't I past this point already? I'd accepted my identity as Lily Morningstar, Princess of Hell and daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. Why was I still clinging to human reservations about a place literally designed for creatures like me?

  I took a deep breath and released it slowly, feeling something shift inside me. The last vestiges of Liam's discomfort with these aspects of Hell seemed to dissolve, replaced by a curiosity that felt purely Lily's.

  "You know what? You're right," I said, straightening my shoulders. "This is a Pleasure Dome, and I am a succubus. Show me what I've been missing."

  Aria's eyes widened in surprise before her face split into a delighted grin. "Really? No more resistance? No more 'but Aria, I've had enough for today'?" Her impression of my voice was terrible but made me laugh nonetheless.

  "Really," I confirmed. "I'm done pretending I'm not what I am. Lead the way."

  She squealed and threw her arms around me, pressing her naked body against mine in an enthusiastic hug. "This is going to be so much fun! I know exactly where to take you next."

  As she pulled away, her eyes gleamed with mischievous intent. "Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be surrounded by multiple partners all focused solely on your pleasure? Because the Adoration Palace of the Crimson Chamber are specifically designed for that experience."

  I felt a flutter of anticipation in my stomach. "Lead the way," I repeated, allowing myself to fully embrace the hunger that defined my nature.

  After all, this was who I was now—a succubus in a Pleasure Dome, ready to explore all it had to offer.

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  * * *

  Aria led me through the Pleasure Dome with the confidence of someone who'd memorised every corridor and chamber. We ascended a spiral staircase of polished obsidian, the steps illuminated by soft crimson light that pulsed in rhythm with the ambient music flowing through the space.

  "How do you know your way around so well?" I asked as we reached the third level. "Have you been here that many times?"

  Aria tossed a grin over her shoulder. "I may have spent a few weekends exploring while you were busy with your books. A succubus has needs, you know."

  The third level opened into a circular hub with multiple hallways branching outward like spokes on a wheel. Each corridor was marked with a different symbol etched in glowing script above the archway. Aria guided me toward one marked with an intricate pattern that resembled a many-pointed star.

  "The Adoration Palace," she announced proudly. "Where you'll experience pleasure like never before."

  I hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "Alright, I said I'd let you give me the tour. Lead on."

  "That's the spirit!" Aria clapped her hands together. "You won't regret this, I promise."

  We approached a tall incubus with midnight-blue skin who stood at a podium near the entrance to the hallway. He wore only a silver chain around his waist that held a small leather pouch.

  "Welcome to the Adoration Palace," he greeted us with a voice like warm honey. "How may we serve you today?"

  Before I could respond, Aria leaned in close to him, whispering something I couldn't quite catch. The incubus' eyes widened slightly before he nodded, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

  "An excellent choice," he said, gesturing for us to follow him down the corridor.

  "What did you tell him?" I asked Aria as we walked.

  She linked her arm through mine, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's a surprise. Trust me, you'll love it."

  The incubus stopped before a door marked with the number seven. He pressed his palm against it, and the door slid open silently.

  "Your chamber awaits," he said with a slight bow. "The attendants are prepared according to your specifications."

  Aria thanked him and pulled me through the doorway. The chamber beyond was spacious and circular, with a large, plush platform in the centre surrounded by softly glowing orbs that hovered at various heights. The lighting was subdued but warm, casting everything in a golden glow.

  What caught my attention immediately, however, were the people—twelve of them, standing in a loose semicircle around the room. They were a diverse group: tall, short, muscular, lithe, representing a variety of species. I spotted several humans, a pair of elves with pointed ears and luminescent skin, what appeared to be a satyr, and even a blue-skinned water nymph whose hair seemed to flow as if underwater.

  Some were male, others female, and a few whose gender wasn't immediately apparent. All were stunningly beautiful in their own unique ways, and all were watching us—watching me—with intent, hungry expressions.

  "Ta-da!" Aria exclaimed, spreading her arms wide. "Your personal adoration team for the afternoon!"

  I swallowed hard, feeling a complex mixture of emotions surge through me. My succubus nature responded instantly, hunger rising within me at the sight of so many potential sources of pleasure and energy. But alongside that desire came a flicker of apprehension—not quite fear, but something close to it. This was far more intense than anything I'd experienced since waking up in Hell.

  "Twelve?" I whispered to Aria. "All at once?"

  "Don't worry," she murmured back. "They're all highly trained. They'll take care of everything. All you have to do is enjoy."

  One of the humans, a tall man with golden skin and chestnut hair, stepped forward and bowed deeply. "We are honoured to serve you, mistress. How would you like us to begin?"

  I felt my mouth go dry as the full reality of what was about to happen sank in. My body thrummed with anticipation, even as my mind raced to process the situation.

  * * *

  I looked at the twelve beautiful beings surrounding me, their eyes filled with anticipation and desire. A month ago, I might have hesitated, might have felt some lingering human reluctance. But that was before. Before I'd embraced who I truly was.

  Screw it, I thought. The hunger inside me—that primal, succubus need—pulsed through my veins like liquid fire. I'd stopped fighting my nature long ago, but this... this would be the first time I'd let it take over completely.

  "I'll leave you to it," Aria said, backing toward the door with a knowing smile. "I'll be in the room next door having my own fun. Knock if you finish early, though I doubt you will." She winked at me, her naked form silhouetted briefly in the doorway before she disappeared.

  Alone with my twelve attendants, I felt a moment of vulnerability standing there completely nude. Then I straightened my shoulders, letting my white hair cascade down my back as I embraced the power that came with being what I was—a succubus, a daughter of Lilith.

  "I want to feel everything," I told them, my voice dropping to a husky register I barely recognised. "Don't hold back."

  The golden-skinned man who'd spoken earlier smiled and extended his hand. "My name is Cassius. We'll ensure your pleasure exceeds anything you've experienced before."

  I took his hand and let him guide me to the central platform. It was softer than it appeared, conforming to my body as I reclined. The attendants moved with practiced grace, arranging themselves around me. Their movements were choreographed yet natural, as though they'd done this countless times but still found joy in their work.

  "Close your eyes," whispered a female voice—one of the elves, her accent lilting and musical.

  I complied, surrendering to sensation. The first touch came as a surprise—cool fingertips tracing patterns on my inner thigh. Then another hand, warmer and larger, cradled the back of my neck. A third began massaging my right foot, pressing into pressure points that sent waves of pleasure up my leg.

  Unlike the massage earlier, this wasn't about relaxation. This was worship.

  Hands caressed every inch of my skin simultaneously—twelve pairs working in concert, finding every sensitive spot on my body. Some touched with feather-light gentleness, others with firm pressure. I felt lips press against my collarbone, a tongue trace the shell of my ear, teeth gently graze my hip.

  I gasped as someone's mouth found my breast, sucking gently while fingers pinched the other nipple with exquisite precision. Lower down, hands parted my thighs, exposing me completely. I felt hot breath there, then the velvet touch of a tongue sliding through my folds.

  My back arched involuntarily. The sensations were overwhelming—pleasure building from multiple points at once, impossible to focus on any single source. I opened my eyes briefly, catching glimpses of beautiful faces intent on their tasks, of hands moving over my crimson skin, of bodies shifting around me in a dance of devotion.

  "Let us taste you," Cassius murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "Feed from us as we pleasure you."

  I nodded, unable to form words. He kissed me deeply, and I instinctively drew on his essence, feeling the sweet rush of energy flowing from him into me. It was intoxicating—purer and more potent than what I'd experienced with Bellas.

  Someone else replaced him at my lips while his mouth travelled down my body. I fed again, tasting different notes in this new essence—spicier, with an undercurrent of something wild. The water nymph, I realised, as I caught a glimpse of blue skin.

  My first climax hit unexpectedly, triggered by multiple stimulations converging at once—fingers inside me, a mouth on my breast, hands massaging my scalp, and the continuous drawing of essence through kisses. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me.

  They didn't stop. If anything, my response encouraged them. The satyr positioned himself between my legs, his skilled tongue working magic while others continued their ministrations elsewhere. Two attendants focused solely on my breasts, licking and sucking in tandem. Another pair massaged my arms and shoulders, their touch both soothing and arousing.

  I lost count of how many times I came. Five? Eight? Twelve? Each orgasm blended into the next, creating a continuous wave of pleasure that seemed to have no beginning or end. And with each peak, I fed, drawing essence from whoever's lips were available—sometimes multiple sources at once.

  At some point, they rearranged me, turning me onto my stomach. Hands kneaded the muscles of my back and buttocks while someone's tongue traced my spine from tailbone to neck. I felt the weight of a body pressing against me, then the delicious fullness as one of them entered me from behind.

  I moaned into the platform, my fingers clutching at the soft material. Whoever was inside me moved with perfect rhythm, each thrust hitting exactly the right spot. Meanwhile, someone slid beneath me, their mouth finding my breast while fingers teased my front.

  The dual stimulation sent me spiralling into another climax, this one so intense that my vision blurred. I fed greedily from the essence offered to me, taking more than I ever had before. My body glowed with accumulated energy, literally luminous in the dim chamber.

  They took turns, each attendant finding new ways to pleasure me. The elves worked as a pair, their movements synchronised as they stimulated me from both ends. The water nymph's touch felt like liquid silk, her fingers somehow flowing into places I didn't know could feel pleasure. The human women were passionate and intuitive, seeming to anticipate my needs before I knew them myself.

  And through it all, I fed. Each climax opened me further, allowing me to draw more essence with less effort. It was nothing like my careful, measured feeding with Bellas. This was primal, instinctual—a succubus in her element, taking what she needed without restraint.

  Hours might have passed. I lost all sense of time, existing only in an endless present of sensation and pleasure. My body, designed for this very purpose, showed no signs of tiring despite the constant stimulation. If anything, each climax seemed to energise me further, fuelling my hunger rather than sating it.

  Eventually, though, even my succubus stamina began to wane. After a particularly intense orgasm that left me trembling from head to toe, I finally raised a hand, signalling for a pause.

  "A moment," I gasped, my voice hoarse from crying out.

  They immediately backed away, giving me space while remaining attentive. I lay there breathing heavily, my mind filled with nothing but a pleasant hum of satisfaction. My body was slick with sweat and other fluids, evidence of the marathon of pleasure I'd just experienced.

  Cassius approached with a warm, damp cloth. "May I?" he asked.

  I nodded, too spent for words. He gently cleaned my skin, his touch now soothing rather than arousing. Another attendant offered a goblet of cool water, which I drank gratefully.

  As my breathing slowed and my thoughts began to clear, I realised I'd never felt so completely fulfilled. The hunger that constantly simmered beneath my skin was, for the first time since I'd awakened in this body, entirely satisfied. More than satisfied—I felt as though I'd gorged myself on a feast after a lifetime of careful rationing.

  "Thank you," I said, looking around at the twelve beautiful beings who had given me such pleasure. "That was... beyond words."

  They smiled, genuine warmth in their expressions. Despite being pleasure slaves, there seemed to be authentic pride in having performed their duties so well.

  "It was our honour, mistress," Cassius replied with a slight bow. "Few succubi feed with such... enthusiasm. Your energy is remarkable."

  I sat up slowly, marvelling at how my body still tingled with residual pleasure. Despite the intensity of what I'd just experienced, I felt rejuvenated rather than exhausted. The essence I'd consumed had more than replenished whatever energy I'd expended.

  "Would you like us to continue?" one of the elven women asked, her silver eyes gleaming. "Or perhaps try something different?"

  I considered it for a moment. Part of me—the insatiable succubus part—wanted to say yes, to dive back into that sea of pleasure and stay there until forced to leave. But another part, perhaps the last remnant of Liam's practical nature, suggested it might be time to check on Aria.

  "I should find my friend," I said, sliding off the platform onto surprisingly steady legs. "But I'd like to return sometime."

  "We'll be here whenever you wish," Cassius assured me.

  As I made my way to the door on legs that still trembled slightly, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror on the wall. My white hair was tousled wildly, my crimson eyes glowing with satiated hunger, my skin flushed and marked with evidence of passionate attention. I looked thoroughly debauched—and completely, utterly satisfied.

  I smiled at my reflection, recognising the creature I saw there. Not Liam pretending to be Lily, not even Lily struggling with her nature. Just me, finally completely myself.

  * * *

  I left the chamber feeling oddly weightless, as though I'd shed some invisible burden along with my inhibitions. The corridor outside was dimly lit, decorated with tasteful erotic art that now seemed perfectly natural to me. I remembered Aria mentioning she'd be in the room next door if I recalled correctly.

  When I reached the door, I knocked lightly before pushing it open. "Aria? Are you still—"

  The scene inside was a tableau of decadence. Aria reclined on a plush divan, her purple eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Three attendants hovered around her—one fanning her with an enormous feather, another offering exotic fruits from a silver platter, while a third massaged her feet with scented oils. She looked like a queen holding court, completely in her element.

  When she spotted me, her face lit up with a lazy smile. She waved languidly, beckoning me inside. "Lily! Come join me. They have the most delicious treats."

  I stepped into the room, suddenly self-conscious despite everything I'd just experienced. The door closed silently behind me.

  "There's room right here," Aria patted the space beside her on the divan.

  I crossed the room and sat down next to her, immediately sinking into the impossibly soft cushions. One of the attendants—a slender incubus with golden skin—offered me the platter of fruits.

  "No thank you," I said. "I'm... quite full."

  Aria giggled at that, a sound like tinkling bells. "So," she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "how was it?"

  I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "It was good," I mumbled, looking away.

  Aria cupped a hand behind her ear, leaning closer. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't quite catch it."

  I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what game she was playing. "It was GOOD," I said loudly. "I loved it. Are you satisfied now?"

  "Oh, I'm very satisfied," she purred, stretching like a contented cat. "In every possible way."

  "You're impossible," I told her, but couldn't keep the affection from my voice.

  She just smiled sheepishly, popping a bright blue fruit into her mouth. "Admit it, though—I was right about this place, wasn't it?"

  "I suppose," I conceded. "Though I'm not sure how I'll look Professor Tiamatha in the eye after rushing through her test to come here."

  "She knows exactly what we were doing," Aria laughed. "Probably approves, honestly. Practical application of cross-species compatibility and all that."

  I snorted. "I doubt that's what she had in mind for her curriculum."

  "Speaking of curriculum," Aria said, "I wonder how Isabella's discussion with Nyx is going. Do you think she'll actually help her get to the Ninth Circle?"

  "I don't know. It's complicated." I shifted uncomfortably, thinking about what it would mean if Nyx actually made it to my parents' domain. "Isabella seemed interested in her research, at least."

  As if summoned by our conversation, the door opened again. Isabella and Nyx entered, both looking considerably more composed than I felt. Isabella's silver hair was perfectly arranged, and Nyx's midnight-blue locks fell in an immaculate curtain down her back. If they'd partaken in the Dome's pleasures, they showed no obvious signs.

  "There you are," Isabella said, her ice-blue eyes taking in the scene. "We were beginning to wonder if we'd need to organise a search party."

  "We were just discussing you," Aria said brightly, dismissing her attendants with a gracious nod. "How was your little academic discussion?"

  Isabella's lips curved into a subtle smile. "It was quite enlightening, actually. Nyx's research on interdimensional physics is fascinating." She glanced at the blue-haired succubus beside her. "I've decided to agree to her request. With some conditions, of course."

  Nyx nodded eagerly, her violet eyes bright with excitement behind her glasses. "Isabella has generously offered to arrange a supervised visit to the Ninth Circle. With proper preparation and timing, of course." She clutched a small notebook to her chest. "The data I could collect there would be revolutionary for my thesis."

  "That's great," I said, genuinely happy for Nyx despite my private concerns about her getting too close to my parents' domain. I glanced at the ornate clock on the wall and frowned. "But shouldn't we be heading back? We've definitely missed lunch, and I think we've skipped Professor Auriel's class too."

  Nyx's eyes widened with alarm. "Auriel's alchemy class? Oh no." She adjusted her glasses nervously. "And Professor Malphas is after that. I really can't afford to miss any more classes today." She began gathering her things with quick, efficient movements.

  Aria flopped back dramatically on the divan. "But we've already skipped one class. What's the harm in missing the rest of the day?" She twirled a strand of black hair around her finger. "Besides, there's still so much of the Dome I wanted to show you, Lily."

  I considered for a moment, feeling the lingering satisfaction from my time in the Adoration Palace. My body felt rejuvenated, my mind clear. For once, I wasn't overthinking everything.

  "Fine," I said with a shrug. "Let's stay."

  Isabella and Aria both stared at me, their eyes practically bulging from their sockets.

  "What?" I asked, amused by their shocked expressions.

  Nyx cleared her throat. "Well, I should really get back. Professor Malphas has been covering some fascinating applications of differential equations to planar shifting that I don't want to miss." She gave us a polite nod. "Thank you again, Isabella. I'll await your message about the arrangements."

  After Nyx departed, Aria scooted closer to me on the divan, placing a hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Did they give you something in that chamber?"

  I batted her hand away. "Stop being melodramatic."

  "But you just agreed to skip class!" Aria exclaimed. "I thought you'd be more like Nyx—all worried about missing lessons, especially mathematics. You're always going on about how important it is."

  "I still want to go back eventually," I clarified, stretching my arms above my head. "But I agreed to let you show me around, didn't I? Besides, it's not like I'm going to learn anything new with Professor Malphas." I couldn't help but smile at the memory of the erotic mathematics professor and his unorthodox teaching methods. "His lessons are... entertaining, but I mastered differential equations years ago."

  Aria's face split into a delighted grin. "Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?"

  "Maybe I'm evolving," I said with a small smile, thinking about how far I'd come from the confused human who first woke up in this body. "Now, weren't you going to show me more of this place?"

  * * *

  Aria hooked her arm through mine, and Isabella took my other side, creating a succubus sandwich with me in the middle. The feeling of their warm skin against mine sent pleasant tingles through my body. I'd never have imagined a few months ago that I'd be strolling naked through a pleasure establishment flanked by two equally nude demon women, feeling completely at ease.

  "You're in for a treat," Aria said, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement. "There's so much more to see in the Crimson Chamber."

  Isabella's lips curved into a subtle smile. "I'm curious to see what catches your interest, Lily."

  "First," Aria continued, tugging us toward an archway draped with crimson silk, "there's the Velvet Room. It's entirely dedicated to soft touches."

  As we passed through the curtain, I gasped. The chamber was exactly as named—every surface covered in plush, deep red velvet. The walls, floor, and ceiling were padded with the material, creating an environment where you could fall in any direction and land on something soft. Succubi and their partners rolled across the floor, their bodies sliding against the fabric and each other in languid motions.

  "The texture stimulation is incredible," Aria explained. "Some succubi prefer gentle sensations over intense ones, and this room is perfect for that."

  "It does look... comfortable," I admitted, watching a couple sink into what appeared to be a velvet-covered pit in the centre of the room.

  Aria grinned, already pulling us toward another doorway. "Next is The Dreamscape. It's my personal favourite—a place where you can experience shared hallucinations of your innermost desires."

  I raised an eyebrow. "That sounds... potentially invasive."

  "It's actually quite controlled," Isabella interjected. "The magic only reveals what you consciously permit."

  Before I could respond, Aria was already leading us onward. "Then there's the Communal Feeding Hall," she said with obvious enthusiasm.

  We passed an enormous open chamber where dozens—perhaps hundreds—of bodies writhed together in a massive, synchronised orgy. The air was thick with moans and the distinctive scent of succubus feeding. Energy visibly flowed between participants, creating a shimmering effect above the tangled forms.

  "Efficient, isn't it?" Aria said cheerfully. "You can feed until you're absolutely stuffed."

  "I think I'm good for now," I replied, still feeling sated from my earlier experience.

  "Oh! And we haven't even gotten to the Submission Room," Aria continued, pointing down another corridor. "That's where roles are reversed, and slaves become masters. Some succubi find it thrilling to surrender control occasionally."

  "That's... interesting," I said, genuinely curious despite myself.

  "There's also the Novice Hall, where fresh pleasure slaves are brought for succubi who prefer to break them in themselves," Aria added casually.

  "I think I'll pass on that one," I replied, while I'd grown comfortable with the concept of pleasure slaves in general—even owning Bellas—the idea of "breaking" someone still didn't sit right with me.

  "Not your thing?" Aria asked.

  "No," I said firmly.

  "Fair enough," Aria nodded. "Oh! I almost forgot the Sensation Gardens! It's filled with plants that have various... features." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Including some rather impressive tentacles."

  I stopped walking, causing both of them to halt. "I agreed to be shown around, Aria, but I definitely didn't agree to tentacles."

  Aria pouted dramatically. "Fine," she said with exaggerated disappointment, then broke into a grin. "It's already unexpected enough that you agreed to stay at all. I don't want to push my luck."

  Isabella chuckled softly. "Perhaps we should try the Velvet Room? It seems the most aligned with Lily's preferences."

  "Good idea," I agreed, turning back toward the room of soft textures. "Let's start there and see where the day takes us."