Demon Harem

I learned a lot of things when I turned twenty-five. Women were more attracted to me. I could do simple magic. I was a wonder in the bedroom in more ways than one. And it was all due to my father’s heritage, I was a demon. Well, a half-demon. But getting women into bed easily was only the start of it.

In the space of two days I had seduced two women and one succubus, not bad for a half-demon who only recently learned of his otherwordly heritage. The problem was that women were now all but throwing themselves at me. That was fine as far as it went, but they didn’t realize I was a half-demon until I got in bed with them. Still, I knew I could make this work.

I had acquired a small harem of women who were happy to have sex with a half-demon in search of his father. I didn’t have to do much of anything other than talk to them and women were throwing themselves at me. It wasn’t all fun and games. There was the issue of my harem fighting among themselves and the supposedly helpful succubus who was spying on me. But I was lost to the pleasures of the flesh

All I wanted was to find out a little more about my heritage. After all, how many people can claim to be half-demon? I knew who my mother was, but I had this need to find my demon father. But I had problems. Every woman I encountered wanted to take me to bed. It is great, but when a half-demon has other plans for his life, having a harem willing to do anything for him can be a distraction.

My two beautiful roommates. A woman I had picked up in a bar. The neighbor down the street. The nice Christian woman across the way. Even a succubus. They were all part of my harem. And one of them was a traitor, not what she seemed. It was tough enough being a half-demon where women were constantly trying to seduce me, but to have one of them betray me in my quest to find my true heritage.