I eyed my two wives uncertainly, unsure how to break the tense silence that had settled over us in the last few moments. We’d agreed to have sex - hardly something that needed discussion at all, especially on our wedding night - but there was still one crucial question waiting to be answered.

In the end, it was Abigail who put that question forth. “So who wants to top?”

“I think we should double team Eena,” Lucy replied, immediately. “She’s probably super stressed about the whole having twins thing - even if she won’t admit it - and I think we should praise her a whole bunch until she turns redder than a tomato!”

“Agreed,” Abigail declared, before I could protest. “You take the left side, I’ll take the right?”

“What if I want to top?” I interjected, even as Lucy nodded her agreement. “Did you ever consider that?”

“Of course!” Lucy replied. “I just… don’t think it would be a very good idea.”

“Yeah, because you’ll focus on us over yourself,” Abigail agreed, narrowing her eyes at me. “Besides, beddy bye sexy times are basically the only way to get you staying still and listening to our honest thoughts about what a good girl you are.”

“A-” I blushed, my cheeks turning bright red. “I hardly think I-”

“You are, though!” Lucy insisted, mercilessly. “You’re a very good girl who does very good things!”

“I’m hardly all that,” I demurred. “Really, compared to the two of you I hardly do anything at all… Mostly just putter around my room, really. I mean, every time I try to go out it causes nothing but trouble…”

“I bet the people you’ve helped on those little adventures of yours would disagree!” Lucy declared. “Plus, we’d never have even met if you hadn’t gone off on your own to find salt!”

“Agreed,” Abigail said. “I mean, yeah, it’s a bit of a headache when you fly off looking for chocolate or whatever and start a diplomatic incident in the process, but the end result was enough chocolate to feed the whole tower - not to mention the fact that you ended a despot’s reign and threw the single largest party that this continent has ever seen!”

“That last part might be a bit of an exaggeration,” I grumbled, “but I suppose I see your point… but just because my selfish wanderings end up helping others in the end doesn’t mean that they were a good idea. If I truly cared for stability over my own interests I’d stay cooped up in my room while you all fixed everything… heaven knows it’s beyond me to actually help.” 

Abigail had a far better head for rule than me, and the various Demon Generals who served under her had long since learned to give her the respect she deserved. Lucy, meanwhile, was a better diplomat to human lands than I could ever hope to be… Honestly, their relationship to me - the hated Demon Queen, despised by demons and humans alike - was probably a bigger detriment to their work than any amount of help I could possibly stumble my way into giving them would ever make up for.

…Not that Abigail or Lucy would agree with me on that. In fact, the former was already glaring at me for saying it, while the latter was frowning at me with worry.

“Eena…” Lucy began, but I held up a hand to stop her.

“I know, I know… I’m being too harsh on myself, aren’t I? You wouldn’t be in a position to help others to begin with if I hadn’t laid the groundwork - even if I did stumble my way through the majority of it, and only made it to a happy ending through your efforts over mine…”

“And this is why you’re not allowed to top,” Abigail declared, firmly.

“And it’s why we’re so insistent on calling you a good girl!” Lucy added. “Also because you are one. You’re kind, and sweet, and nice, and I love you more than anyone - except maybe Abigail, who ties.”

“Not the time for qualifiers,” Abigail grumbled - though I caught the light pink dusting her cheeks. She appreciated it as much as me, even if she’d never admit it.

“Sorry, Abby,” Lucy replied, giggling. “I’ll be sure to compliment you lots later, though!”

“Yeah, yeah… Back to the original thoughts? You take the left side, I take the right?”

“Agreed!” Lucy didn’t waste time after that - she pounced upon me, pushing me down upon the bed and shoving me down upon the bed.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Abigail teased. “You’d think I didn’t fuck you silly just just yesterday.” She latched onto my arm as she spoke, pressing the bare flesh between her tits.

“That was last night, though!” Lucy protested. “And it’s our wedding night, anyway!” Even as she spoke, her hands were moving to clutch at the cloth over my chest, tugging at the fabric. It ripped in an instant - no surprise, considering that’s exactly what it was designed to do. Demonic wedding dresses were quite literally made to be ripped to shreds in the bedroom.

“True enough,” Abigail conceded, as the spade tip of her tail tucked itself into our skirt and tore the fabric asunder, exposing our bare flesh. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re one of the horniest people I’ve ever met.”

“I just really like sex!” Lucy replied, eagerly freeing my tit from its fabric prison, ripping the topside of my dress down the middle and then tossing it aside. 

Personally, I wasn’t sure what to make of being treated like one of the wedding gifts - my clothes mere wrappings to be torn apart and discarded. Not that I had a problem with the act itself, but rather how passive I was being. I wanted to rip their clothes off, to pepper their skin with kisses and remind them that they were as deserving of compliments as me - moreso, even, for all that they’d object to me phrasing it so.

I was afraid to move, though. Afraid to make my desires reality. What if they rejected my attempts to compliment them as mere flattery? What if they pushed aside my hands, denying me my autonomy in favor of simply taking what they wanted?

I knew that wasn’t likely - especially the latter case - and yet still I couldn’t bring myself to act. I just-

“Hold it!” Abigail declared, interrupting my thoughts. “Something’s wrong. Devilla’s pouting.”

“I am not!” I protested, with a stern frown - not a pout.

“You kind of are,” Lucy replied, taking Abigail’s side in a rare case of treachery. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing…” I murmured, my cheeks turning red. “I was just… I mean, I’m overreacting, really. Getting in my own head…”

“That doesn’t make it less important,” Lucy told me. “If anything, it’s more important! I mean, the stuff going on in your head is exactly the stuff I wanna know about!”

Abigail snorted. “Yeah. What she said.”

I hesitated, for my part, before finally letting out a soft sigh. “If you must know… I’m feeling a little sore about the fact that you just dismissed the idea of me topping. I know I have a bad history, and I understand that you’re looking out for my best interests, but… I want to take care of you, too, you know? Just because I need it more - in your minds - doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own love to give…”

“That’s… fair,” Abigail agreed, before letting out a sigh. “We did sorta overrule you without thinking much on it…”

Lucy nodded. “Sorry, Eena. I’ll try to do better next time! Maybe, this time, we could just not worry about who’s topping who? Or maybe we can all sort of try to top one another, and just see how things work out?”

“I like option two,” Abigail declared.

“That’s because you have a headstart,” I remarked, noting how Abigail’s tail was sneaking its way over to Lucy’s thigh. “Hardly fair.”

“All is fair in love and war,” Abigail replied.

“Agreed!” Lucy declared - a surprise, to be honest, though I quickly saw why she’d lent the idea her support. Abigail hadn’t been as sneaky as she thought, and now Lucy held her tail in hand, and was gently stroking the tip.

“Wha-Hey!” Abigail protested, her cheeks turning bright red. “That’s sensitive!”

“Uh-hmm!” Lucy confirmed, gently teasing her fingers up the whip-like length of it. “That’s why I’m doing it!”

“You two…” I let out a sigh of my own, shaking my head, before making my move - with my arm still held between Abigail’s tits, it was easy to simply grab the outfit and tear it straight downward, leaving her chest largely exposed. At the same time, I used a little bit of magic on the fabric of Lucy’s clothes, enveloping the fabric completely with my power before flash frying it to ash. “Did you forget that I’m an important player in this bout?”

“Of course not,” Abigail huffed, an instant before I felt the tingle of magic across my skin. A moment later my clothes were as ashen as Lucy’s, and Abigail was the only one left wearing clothes of any sort. Not that she got to keep them for long, as Lucy quickly caught on and incinerated her outfit for the sake of joining the fun. “Lucy just distracted me.”

“Same with Abigail!” Lucy agreed. “Though I think I’m even more distracted now that her body is on display - I always forget just how cute her breasts look!”

“Cute!?” Abigail asked, narrowing her eyes. “Is this because they’re on the smaller side? Because I might not have monster sized tits like you and Devilla do, but-”

“You’ve got us both beat in sensitivity,” I finished for her, casually reaching reaching up to take her breast in hand and give it a little squeeze. The squeak she let out in response was adorable - as was the embarrassed look on her face when she processed the noise she’d just made.

“Maybe we should team up on Abigail, first?” Lucy suggested, glancing my way. “I mean, I wouldn’t want her to think I don’t think she’s attractive, or anything!”

“Oh, there’s no fear of that,” I promised. “I’ve seen the way you eye her sometimes - it’s the same look you give me. Like a starving lion…:”

“More like a puppy dog begging for scraps,” Abigail scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t get how you’re so horny all the time…”

“It’s not like that!” Lucy protested. “It’s just that sex feels really good, and you’re really good at it! You always leave me feeling wonderful, afterwards - physically and emotionally!”

“She has a talent for that,” I agreed, teasingly. “You know she worked as a prostitute before she joined me as a maid?”

“Of course she knows!” Abigail interrupted, before Lucy could reply. “We’re married, in case you’ve forgotten. It’s kind of come up before!”

Lucy giggled. “You shouldn’t rile Abby up like that, Eena… Even if I do find her prickly side as cute as the rest of her!”

“You…” Abigail glared at her, then me for good measure, before shaking her head and letting out a sigh. “Whatever. What’s the point of bringing up my past, Devilla?”

“No reason,” I admitted, with a shrug. “I simply thought it worth noting your technical expertise - it’s an area the rest of us can’t hope to compete in.”

“Oh please,” Abigail snorted. “Maybe I’m better at generalizing my experience for the public, but you’re the one who goes out of her way to learn exactly what we like - or did you think I haven’t noticed you refining your technique over the years?”

“That’s…” I blushed, faintly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re really good at it!” Lucy said, smiling. “You always know just what I want you to do, even before I realize it!”

“And you’re precise, too,” Abigail added. “Never too strong a pitch, or too weak a bite - you know exactly when and how I want it when you’re rough, and also how to make the most of it when I’m in the mood for something gentle.”

“You’re really caring, and loving, and the best partner I could ask for!” Lucy declared. “Alongside Abby, I mean!”

“You two…” I glared at the both of them, my lips pulled into a frown - and not a pout, no matter what anyone else might say! “You’re teaming up on me again, aren’t you?”

“What can I say?” Abigail replied with a shrug. “You’re easy to compliment.”

Lucy giggled, reaching out to grab my hand and place it on her chest. “You know, even after five years together you still make my heart beat so fast sometimes… Can you feel it?”

“I… Yes, I can,” I confirmed. Her heart seemed to be going a mile a minute.

“It’s both of you,” Lucy continued. “You make me so happy… and now I wanna make the both of you happy!” Saying so, she grabbed hold of my wrist, and tugged me forward towards her. Caught off guard, I could only yelp in the instant before my lips met hers, and she stole my breath away. Her soft lips moved against mine, her tongue tangling with my own for an instant before she parted, a bright smile on her lips.

Abigail snorted. “Ignoring me, are you? I should make you pay for…” she trailed off, eyes widening as Lucy held up her tail. “You wouldn’t…”

“Ashagi Devool Ghoraana!” Lucy incited - a simple spell, as far as holy magic went. Its only function was to cause intense pleasure. Pleasure that was now being transmitted along Abigail’s tail, straight through to her spine and up to her brain. 

Abigail bit the bottom of her lip, moaning. “Oh, you… I’m going to get you for that!” She pounced forward as she finished speaking, pulling Abigail away from me so that she could pin the girl against the bed and press her own lips to Lucy’s. To prevent her from casting another spell, surely.

I, of course, did the obvious thing and took advantage of the fact that my two partners were distracted and sprouted wings from my back, which I then folded forward to envelop the two girls. They parted, caught off guard by the feathery appendages, but before they could ask a question I moved - one instant above them, the next atop them, pinning them down against the bed beneath my wings and wrapping my arms around their waists.

In the next few moments we all but ceased to exist as individuals, acting instead as merely a complex configuration of limbs and hands and hungry mouths. Someone latched onto my breast, and my own latched upon another set - Abigail’s, if I had to guess, from the way she started moaning. Lucy was moaning an instant later, though, and I realized that my own mouth was making similar sounds as someone sealed their lips upon my sex and stuck their tongue within my mound.

The tangle didn’t last long. Within a minute we had parted, once more three individuals. The way we were eyeing each other had shifted, though - the playfulness gone, replaced by hunger. The time for banter had ended, and the time for action had begun.

Lucy was the first to move, eager as always. She lunged for Abigail, wrapping her arms around the succubus, who’d been caught off guard by Lucy’s attack. The surprise soon melted into amorous affection, though, as Lucy’s lips crushed against hers.

Once upon a time, I might have felt lonely in that moment. Like they didn’t need me. Our years together had taught me better, though, and I knew that there was room in both their hearts for me. Which was why I was content to wait, until such time as they parted - until an opening appeared, when Lucy straightened up atop of Abigail. I seized that moment, wrapping my arms around Lucy and grasping her tits, squeezing gently. She let out a moan, squirming against me, her hardened nipples pressing against my palms as she bucked for more movement.

Abigail took advantage, grasping hold of Lucy’s thighs and spreading them apart, her tail wrapping itself around one of Lucy’s legs, the tip teasing against her clit. She bucked again, letting out a deep moan, but our grip upon her remained firm. For the moment, me and Abigail were united in our desire to take Lucy off the battlefield.

In service of that end Abigail moved closer, pushing her mouth between Lucy’s thighs and teasing at the redhead’s folds with her tongue. Lucy screamed, and bucked, writhing with pleasure from Abigail’s ministrations. Not wanting to be left out, I moved my own mouth to Lucy’s tit, sealing my lips upon it and teasing at the hardened tip of her nipple with my tongue. When she bucked against Abigail and pulled away from me, I bit her - a playful nip that drew a delightful squeak from her lips. Similarly, when she was pushing herself against my lips and hand, Abigail was always quick to draw her attention back down to her with some maneuver or another. Between the two of us, it was only a matter of time before Lucy collapsed upon the bed, shivering from the aftershocks of pleasure.

With her seeing stars, it was tempting for me and Abigail to simply turn our attention to one another. There was no way we could simply let Lucy lie there like that, though - not without giving her a goodnight kiss, to let her exit the fight. We each took a cheek and kissed, grabbing her hands and giving them a little squeeze. A ritual of sorts we’d come up with over the years. A way to let the first to fall know they were loved and cared for, and that more care would be coming soon.

Just as soon as we determined whether it was me or Abigail who would be on top.

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Author's Notes

Sorry I've been a bit silent of late, everyone! I wish I could say it was because I'd been getting ready for the big release, but the truth is it was mostly just the normal depression. ^^; That said, it's not like I haven't been putting work into this too! The version I put up on Amazon has been polished by me, and a bunch of beta readers - namely ByteOfBrie, Julx, and Wildfire Darkstar, along with an anonymous beta reader who'd prefer not to be named. It follows the web serial fairly faithfully, despite a myriad of minor differences, but I do intend for it to eventually diverge as I include new adventures with Devilla, Abigail and Lucy. If you enjoyed the series as a whole, I guarantee you'll enjoy the remastered version.1

That said, as much as I'd love everyone to go buy the book on Amazon (or https://princesskay.itch.io/demon-queened-volume-1 for that matter!) I should probably mention that I'm also making it available to all $5+ patrons! It's 4.99 to buy the book, so you can consider access to the rest of what I have a bonus. (Though there's admittedly very little if anything that hasn't been made public at this time, beyond the remastered version itself.)

Anyway, whether you buy the book or not, I hope you enjoyed reading about the Wedding Night!)

PS: I'd consider it a wonderful birthday gift if anyone was willing to leave a review for the first volume on Amazon or Itch! Though, really, just having people actually buy and enjoy the book would almost be enough.