"Are you anxious, little incubus?" Tyrannus questioned. He sat on the edge of his bed, his claws raking their way through Tetsuda's hair. Any knots had long-since untangled, yet he hadn't abandoned the incubus's scalp just yet.

Tetsuda had his head tilted back, his eyes shut but facing the ceiling. "A tad," he admitted. This was only his second time in the human realm, and it was his first without Tyrannus. Basileus had explained in passing that groups or teams were very rare occurrences among the incubi, save for the occasional orgy among the upper two levels, as competition tended to be quite fierce.

"How does that feel, I wonder?" he murmured. "I haven't experienced that in ages. This world, it kills your insecurities, given enough time. For the Ira, at least. I've noticed that the Luxuria lose inhibition involving their specific field, but they can still experience more human emotions. Just...less." He leaned down to sniff Tetsuda's dark blue tresses. "Youthful," he whispered. "Small and sweet...I yearn to see how you age, if you'll maintain that compassionate glow into adulthood. Especially in such proximity to me…riveting. Absolutely riveting. Almost riveting enough to make me rivet you again. But you'll be doing enough of that on your own." Tyrannus pulled his head and fingers away, and the chill of loss ghosted its way across Tetsuda's entire body. "You're quite lucky, you know. The human realm is in a period of celebration this week. The Festival of Vainglory."

"I used to celebrate that," Tetsuda reminisced. "A time of hedonism and indulgence, the precursor to the Stall."

"A time of religious cleansing that spans between one and six months, in which participants commit deeds of good. All to appease a god that does not exist."

"Regrettably so," Tetsuda agreed. "At least it won't be as difficult for me to achieve the quota."

"Indeed. If you work diligently enough, you should be able to finish before the festival ends."

"That is my intention."

"Best to start early, then. As much as I adore playing with you, you'll get dull without a bit of work thrown in. Do not slack on me, Tetsuda. I want a good show."


The Festival of Vainglory had a tight grasp on humanity for five centuries, and it showed no signs of loosening any time soon. Men and women dressed in scanty feathered garments swiveled their hips and slipped views of their more private areas, all in the streets. Others danced with chains and batons of fire, their bodies decorated with shimmering garments in the shape of flames. Red, purple, pink, and white lights burst in the air, the passion erupting between sky and stars.

Poised at Tetsuda's lips was a paper tube, the end of which smoldered to release smoke. Never had he found appeal in tobacco, yet the Festival brought out extreme indulgences, some ridiculous. Rather than sickness and poison, the cigarette tasted of chocolate confectionary.

In accordance with the rest of the city, Tetsuda wore clothing that partially revealed his body. The poet shirt he wore was unlaced at the chest, and his tight pants sported mesh patches. He'd never stepped in the same room as cosmetics before, but powder and pencil had given his face a charm that was almost...demonic.

I want a good show, he'd said. Had Tetsuda accomplished that task, he wondered? Since arriving in the human world, he'd fucked three people, each more passionately than the last. Shamelessly, he'd imagined the demon king during every experience. How would he look as a bottom? He doubted Tyrannus would go down easily, but if he did...well, he'd still probably hold control over the situation. The only difference was that Tetsuda would have his member up Tyrannus's supple ass rather than the other way around. Even so, that sounded quite appealing, his dick in Tyrannus's ass…

Something clamped around his shoulders, and Tetsuda jolted back into reality. His head whipped around, and his eyes fell upon a man with fluffy blonde hair and a sharp-toothed grin on his face.

"Hey," he whispered, "You're an incubus, right?"

After a quick glance around, Tetsuda nodded slowly.

"Ah, I knew it! No human's that attractive." He released Tetsuda's shoulders and jerked his thumb to a building across the street. "There's a club over there full of fruit just begging to get spoiled. Dozens of humans dancing and fucking right in the open—breeding grounds for sin! Wanna come?"

The way he talked was so open, so bold. Tetsuda had heard nothing explicit about keeping his demonic identity secret in the human realm, but it seemed foolish to flaunt his race around like the demon in front of him.

Still, the club sounded like the perfect stage.

And, oh, it was.

Just like the parades outside, men and women slid and grinded themselves around and on each other. Arms and legs curled around necks and waists; lips connected; tongues danced; throats released moans and gasps.

His member stood up in an instant.

As he bounced from body to body, groping and smacking, he caught sight of at least three more incubi and two succubi. Maybe more. They all looked quite similar under the darkness.

He slid away from a buxom brunette to twine fingers with a fiery boy in his twenties that lacked any clothing at all. He slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth, and Tetsuda's sharp nails trailed across his member. A groan drifted out from the boy's throat, and his hands kneaded Tetsuda's hips.

A more muscular man slipped an arm around Tetsuda from behind, and his tongue assaulted the incubus's ear. He tilted his head back to better accommodate the new addition, who slipped off Tetsuda's pants just enough to reveal his ass. He groaned as a bulge pressed itself between his cheeks and ground against his opening.

His eyes drifted up to a mezzanine above the main space, then widened. Leaning against the banister was a stunning man with short blonde hair and narrowed eyes. Who...who was…?

He pinched his eyes shut as a member slid its way into his ass, and at the same time, semen covered his hand from the boy in front of him. The feisty one wound his arms and legs around Tetsuda's body and invaded his mouth.

The incubus forced one eye open, but when he looked to the balcony, the man was gone.