~~Day 97~~

~~Mia~

"Get out of my way, Lilith."

"No."

The rider came closer. Even without eyes, he stared at his wife, and Mia took a step back. The aura circulating from the man was harsh, a biting wind without air, and it cut into her like shards of searing hot ice in a storm. Each stab came with a message: fight.

She pushed it back, blocked it from her mind, but it screamed at her, as if offended she could do such a thing. It wasn't a demon aura, or an angel aura, or the aura of an unmarked. Maybe... a human's aura? Humans couldn't make auras, except for maybe the two skeletons standing in front of Mia.

"You know what future awaits us if the unmarked succeed," Cain said. "Are you prepared to live for the next billion years? And the billion after that? Can you stomach a trillion lifetimes with no end in sight? We are not angels, Lilith. We cannot be reborn as they, and yet even they succumb to the dread. When you stand at the edge of existence, when nothing is left in you but a shred of awareness, screaming for a death that cannot come, what will you do? We are not demons or angels. We are human."

There was a battle happening in the background, and Mia couldn't hear any of it. She could barely see any of it. Her eyes and ears were locked on the rider, what she could see of him past her friends, and Lilith and her flaming sword. Cain and Vin were similar -- they didn't talk much. Hearing the man speak this much left Mia's mouth hanging open.

The dread. That was what was inflicting the angels. He even used the same word.

"It is worth it!" Lilith yelled. "That was the plan! That was why we--"

"We made a mistake."

Lilith shook her head. "No, we did not. The dread will not take you, my love. And it will not take me."

"Yes. It will." Cain shook his head. "You never did have a mind for the future, my love."

Lilith took a step forward. "And you never could resist your bloodlust."

Cain met her step with one of his own, but the conversation was over. Whatever strange history these two had, it wasn't enough to stop them from coming at each other, and swinging their weapons. And from the way Lilith dodged to the side as Cain's two axes crashed down against the ground where she'd been, they'd fought before.

"I said go!" Lilith yelled over her shoulder. She kicked out at the rider, and the man teetered toward the edge of the ravine. Flame burst from his shoulders, ethereal, flowing through his aera armor, and his fire wings pushed him back onto the path.

Mia didn't get to see the rest. Kas scooped her up, and the group got on the move. She stared back at the married couple fighting on the ledge and tried to think of something to say, some question to ask, anything to get some answers. She had nothing.

Kas slid her along his shoulder, and she fit into the groove on his back between his spikes. One of the spikes was bleeding where it met flesh, and she did her damndest not to touch it, but the ride turned into a bouncy mess as Kas found a jogging pace. Ahead of her, Julisa ran with Azreal in her arms, and Romakus did the same with Cerberus over his good shoulder. Behind her, Vin kept pace, barely.

There was no getting around it. Everyone was fucked up, bleeding, injured, stabbed and broken and probably other things she couldn't think of. They had to get away. She could create a hiding spot for them, a cave, a wall, anything to net them some time so they could recover.

The path was a mess. It wasn't meant to be walked, only flown. And the aliens had turned her giant cut through Angel's Spine into a deep gash all the way to the bottom. A ravine overhead. A canyon below. And in some places, the walls had crumbled, forcing Mia and the crew to walk straight up against the ledge. The canyon was a hundred meters across in most places, and if anyone slipped and fell, they were fucked. It was a straight plummet to the bottom, and the awaiting darkness below.

Slowly, the distant sound of battle faded. What demons had been around had been summoned by the spire aura from before, and were now at the spire. What damned souls were around were probably all dead, or fighting to save their master from a few more bee stings. And the aliens weren't giving chase, distracted by Beelzebub. If she was right, Beelzebub playing music wouldn't summon the aliens, but Mia's would, if Hell joined her. But its presence had a musical essence to it, same as Mia's did, even if it couldn't play with Mother Hell. Maybe the aliens thought Beelzebub's presence was Mia, once they were in the chaos of the fight?

She checked back over a shoulder a million times, waiting for the rider to come jogging around a pile of rocks, or for hovering aliens to shoot her down, or even Beelzebub, shaking the ground and giving chase, tearing the ravine apart with its bulk. But none of that happened. The sound of battle faded until it was nothing but echoes in the distance, getting lost in the myriad of tunnels and caverns the ravine left exposed.

Mia reached for the invisible strings passing through her soul. They were there, and she plucked them gently. The vacuum silence brought by the aliens was distant, and the black eye within the ocean wouldn't spot her if she didn't play loud enough for Mother Hell to join in.

How quickly she started thinking of it, her, as Mother Hell.

Mia reached behind her and summoned a wall of rock behind Vin. Nothing big, but definitely an obstruction. They got further, and she plucked out a chunk of ground from under some rubble, starting a landslide that blocked off the path behind them some more. She did it six more times as they made ground before Vin finally fell to his knees on the narrow path. His tail dangled over the edge, and Mia sucked in a breath.

"Vin! V--"

"I am fine," he said. He got to his feet and resumed the march.

Romakus put up a hand. "We're not getting any further than this." He gestured ahead. "I think I see a tunnel that didn't collapse because of your stupidity, Mia."

She frowned back at him, but the demon was right. Most of the tunnels they'd passed had looked like cave-ins waiting to happen, but this one looked fine enough. Julisa led them in, and the moment they were inside, Mia summoned rock and blocked the tunnel off. And she did it four more times.

Inside the tunnel, amber veins lit the darkness. Unfortunately, tunnel turned into cave when they walked two minutes and met a wall. Just a boring, empty cave. Thank god.

"Mia," Julisa said. "You can sense the shape of Hell. Why did you pick this tunnel?"

"I didn't--fuck, give me a second." She climbed off Kas's back and reached out with her sixth sense. "The aliens were blocking me. But... I think I can find us a better tunnel."

"Tomorrow," Kas said. He wandered over to the closest and collapsed. Panting hard, he lay on his side more like a dog than his usual shark-dinosaur self would ever lay.

Julisa set Azreal down against the wall, sat beside him, and closed her eyes as she pressed on her wounds, hissing. Romakus did the same with Cerberus, and Mia got on her knees beside her hellhound.

"Cerberus," she said. "Cerb, I'm so sorry! I... I didn't have a choice. I didn't--"

"It's a hellhound," Romakus said, groaning. "It was happy to fight."

She frowned back at the asshole. The asshole frowned back. Okay, they could argue some other time.

"Vin?" she asked. "Are you--"

Vin limped over to a nearby wall, sat down, grabbed his ankle, and twisted. The loud pop sent a nauseating chill through Mia's body almost as bad as the alien screams. He fixed his two arms, too, and Mia had to look away. Whatever pain Vin felt, he bit it back as every muscle in his body flexed.

There was no way he'd set the bones perfectly, but close was good enough for demons. They'd heal, as long as they got more food.

Sighing, Mia gently combed Cerb's spikes. They were too big to really comb, so she brushed them with her whole arm and petted each of his heads. He was conscious, but barely.

"We need food," she said. "I'll--"

"We ate yesterday," Romakus said. "Just sit down and let us recover. We can eat later."

With another weary sigh, she looked to the demons and Azreal again. Broken limbs.

"Romakus," she said, got up, and walked over to him. "Your arm. It needs to be set."

Romakus glared at her. Julisa still had her arms working, and she came over, checked on her boss, grabbed his left arm, and gave it a few disgusting, gut-wrenching twists and yanks. Through it all, Romakus kept his voice bitten back, and spared some nasty glares for Mia every so often. But when Julisa did the same for his wing, the tetrad let out a snarl.

Mia didn't have to ask. Julisa sat beside Azreal and did the same for him, and Azreal didn't make a sound. Unconscious.

"Julisa," Mia said. "You sure--"

"I have set thousands of bones in my life. Usually mine." She slumped back against the wall and pressed on the dozen holes in her flesh.

"What about Cerberus? Can you... help him? Please?"

Groaning, Julisa slid over a few meters and looked down at the poor hellpup.

"I see no broken bones."

"You sure? He--"

"It will be fine." Julisa growled at her and went back to her spot. The tetrad shared a glance with Romakus, and the two shared a knowing sneer to join it.

Mia got up and glared at the two assholes. "What?" Okay, maybe they'd argue right now.

Romakus nodded his head toward her. "You did something without asking us for any better ideas. You nearly got us all killed."

"Are you fucking serious?" She dismissed her armor and weapon. Maybe a bad idea. She kinda wanted to beat some sense into them with her staff.

Julisa flicked her tail and pointed it at her. "Yes. You created the most chaos this province has seen since the Second War. You have made us the prime target of everyone within dozens of miles. Dobasi could have been our ally, and you ruined that with a split-second decision. Now Beelzebub is looking for you directly, as are the aliens, as is the rider. You--"

"I wasn't going to let James die! Or Adron! Or Faust and the boys. Or Livian! Remember her? Bolstara tetrad? You worked with her for how many years? The Damall?"

Julisa shook her head. "Livian knew the risks, unmarked. They all knew the risks."

"Not good enough. I had to save James."

"Even if it dooms us all?" Again, the fujara tetrad sneered, flicked her tail, and gestured to Romakus.

"It was a bad call," Romakus said. "You stirred the hornet's nest. You--"

"You aren't from the surface, Romakus! Stop referring to it like you are!" Mia stomped forward and glared at the bastard. Even with him sitting, they were basically eye-level. "Now, I made a choice with the limited options I had. I'm sorry I'm not my brother, but I came up with the best plan I could fast as I could! We were in the heart of Dobasi's territory, and there was no way he'd just let us walk away. I wasn't going to let an unmarked die, one we trust, one who's actually closer to False Gate than we are! And you may not care if your friends and comrades die, but I do."

Julisa shook her head. "Far more died today than them. If saving lives was--"

"It wasn't just about saving lives! It was about saving lives that are trying to help! It was about doing what needed to be done, so maybe, just fucking maybe, we can save the Great Tower. It was either lose some lives, or all of them!"

"Lies," Julisa said. "You ripped Angel's Spine apart because you can't stand the thought of losing Adron."

Mia glared hard. Just maybe, if she stared hard enough, she could boil Julisa's blood inside her body.

"I--"

A rumbling voice jumped in. "Mia is correct."

She spun and faced Vin, blinking. "What?"

The titan sighed, holding his wounds with his two working arms. Blood leaked out from between his fingers, and more than a few of his spikes looked broken, some ripped from the flesh and exposing blood circles around the spike's bone below. He'd heal eventually, and even regrow the spikes, but he took a full kick from one of those alien titans. His insides were probably a mess, but he talked anyway.

"You were right, Mia. These fools are too interested in chasing their own desires to understand what must be done." He gestured to Azreal, and blood dripped from his fingers. "The angel would defend your actions."

"Th... Thank you." Mia smiled softly at Vin, gave Julisa and Romakus and surly glare, sat down, and petted Cerberus some more. She shifted around, got his heads on her lap -- she couldn't fit all three -- and gently stroked the tops of his heads between his little horns.

Kas rumbled, but said nothing. Maybe he disagreed with Mia, too. Whatever he thought, he kept it to himself.

"At least," Romakus said, "we got some answers. Sort of."

Mia nodded. "Yeah, that's true. Lilith and Cain. And they had a plan, something they did, but now Cain's changed his mind about it. It... It sounded like he thought this was the only way to... die?"

"The rider," Vin said, "Cain, is immortal."

"I get that," she said, "but I hadn't really thought about it, you know? He's immortal, truly immortal, and--"

"And human," Romakus said.

Sighing, she nodded again, but her head grew heavier, and not because she was tired.

"I've read fiction," she said, "exploring the idea of humans who can't die. Who can't ever truly die. They always go insane. When I learned Vin had been in Zel's dungeon for centuries, I couldn't wrap my mind around it. That'd break any human mind into pieces, being locked up for that long. But Vin's fine. Fine enough." She spared him a quick grin. "But a human?"

Julisa leaned back and let her arms go limp. "He spoke of the dread affecting angels, but that he cannot be reborn like them."

"Yeah." Mia set her gaze on Azreal and watched. Now would be the perfect time to interrogate him about the 'dread' driving angels to suicide, but he didn't stir. "When first talking with Yosepha and Galon, and then Noah and Azreal, I'd gotten the impression angels were thousands of years old. But the math doesn't add up. It's not like angels die often, do they?"

"No," Vin said.

"Then they couldn't be getting born often, or Heaven would spill over with billions of them. So, maybe they're all getting reborn more than they realize? And maybe they're losing even more memories than they realize, too?" The idea made her nauseous, and she rubbed her naked arms, hugging herself. "Now I'm thinking maybe they're millions of years old, and have probably reborn themselves a bunch of times, trying to escape the 'dread'. And... And now we have some kind of clue about what that is, I guess, assuming what terrifies Cain is what's affecting the angels."

Julisa shrugged. "No demon has ever suffered this dread."

"Any demon live millions of years?" Mia asked. "Other than the Old Ones?"

"No."

"Right. I know you guys say demons are timeless, and angels say the same thing. That the wear and tear of time doesn't affect them. But... But maybe it does? Maybe not as fast as it affects humans, but maybe it does?" She looked around at the crew, waiting for someone to jump in. They didn't. She had to juggle the information herself, and she wasn't David. "From what Cain said, he's terrified of eternity. And I don't blame him. He thinks whatever he's doing is the only way to die, and--"

Julisa raised a hand, like a school student. Mia almost laughed.

"If Cain is looking to die," Julisa said, "why doesn't he hurl himself into the ravine? You've said before what happens to creatures that hit the black oblivion below."

"I was thinking about that earlier, too. I'm guessing when people hit the bottom, they don't leave the Great Tower. They kinda hit the outside of the Great Tower, shatter, die, and the Great Tower absorbs them back. That's what it looks like. But if Cain and Lilith are immortal, and they definitely are since you guys literally ripped off Cain's head and it didn't kill him, then maybe they'd just re-materialize? They pop up out of the ground, like fucking lava daisies. And they're skeletons! They're... They're really immortal."

Romakus rotated his bad shoulder, hissed at it like it'd struck him, even raised his good hand to attack it, but let it go.

"Cain is going to doom the entire Great Tower," he said, "and all of us along with it, because he wants to die?"

Sighing, Mia looked down at her pup and checked some of his wounds. The bleeding had stopped, but he was still a bloody mess. If she had bandages, it'd probably help, but she couldn't use her clothes; it'd just dissipate and return to her. The best she could do was make sure he rested peacefully.

"I guess he does," she said. "He must be terrified. You heard what he said. He'd become a madman, trapped in his body."

The demons stared at her, not really getting it. Maybe Azreal could explain it to them in a way they'd understand, if angels and demons were timeless in the same way. Humans couldn't handle eternity. They just couldn't.

"Lilith disagrees," Kas said.

Mia nodded. "Yeah. There's something going on there. And I'd love to ask her, but if Cain can basically teleport to her the same way she appeared today, Lilith will avoid us to keep her husband from finding me." She looked up at the ceiling of their little cave and the glowing amber veins running along the rocks. "I... I wonder. The angels say God left. Do you think... maybe things would be different if he were still around? He, they, it, whatever. I know the angels really miss him. I wonder if there's more going on here than just... him being gone?"

She waited for someone to answer. No one did.

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~~Day 94~~

~~David~~

He tapped his amber necklace, and the door to the spire room closed, black teeth meeting each other like a creature's bite.

Everyone groaned and collapsed onto the blanket pile in their room. Moriah and Tsila didn't normally join the demons so quickly, but they did this time, both dismissing their armor and collapsing onto their backs, wings spread. They took up a lot of room, and the demons gave them space.

Except the Las, who tossed their armor bits aside with glee, and once naked, climbed onto the awaiting wings, and buried their faces in the soft white feathers. Moriah groaned but didn't stop them. She fluttered her wings a few times, earning some giggles from the Las, and even a tiny smile from the angel she wiped away with her thumb.

The other demons got naked, too. David wore his potram rune again, the girls took off their armor, and everyone got comfortable on the giant pile of blankets. It was a guilty pleasure, watching the girls go full nude without a second thought, and he couldn't help but stare.

Daoka sat, legs apart, and Jes climbed in between them and lay back, head on Dao's stomach, giving Dao free rein to comb Jes's hair. It was a position they'd taken a million times before. Caera went full-on splat mode, flat out on her stomach, arms and legs down and out like a cat that'd collapsed forward and didn't bother getting back up; the pile of blankets kept her from hurting her tits, hopefully.

Laoko and Acelina were far more controlled. With finesse, they removed chunks of their armor, helped each other remove the harder straps, and the two huge ladies sat near each other. David did his best not to stare at their absurd curves, but he failed. And of course Laoko noticed and smiled at him in that subtle way she always did.

"So we leave," Laoko said.

"What?" he asked.

"The spire. Soon, we leave, and resume this dreadful journey."

David hadn't sat down yet, and he paced near Laoko's hooves at the edge of the blanket pile.

"It's not dreadful, is it?" he asked.

"We have nearly died, many times."

"Yeah, but... Well, okay, yeah it's pretty horrible. But I'm pretty damn fucking lucky to be going on this journey with you ladies." He gestured to the group.

Acelina, sitting on her hip and mostly facing him, halfway reached for him, stopped herself, and put her hand down. Jeskura spoke up before David could ask.

"You just like it because we're all hot," she said. To emphasize her point, she guided Daoka's hands down from her hair onto her breasts, and the satyr happily squeezed and massaged Jes's large bust.

David gulped. "Yeah, that's true. You're all very, very... very very hot." Not like he could lie, especially when they were all naked save for the angels, who were half naked with how flimsy and revealing their potram runes were. "But! But, that's not what I was talking about. I was trying to say that--"

Caera wagged her tail, but didn't bother lifting her head. "You love having a place to dump your loads."

He choked and sputtered. "What the fuck, Caera!? No, what I'm saying is I like you guys! Girls. Back on Earth, I didn't really hang out with people often. Never really wanted to. But I like talking to you." And before Laoko could retort, he squinted at her and leaned forward toward her. "Especially you."

She blinked up at him. "Especially?"

"Yes. I like arguing."

"You... like arguing?"

"Very much. And not the stupid arguments I know Jes wants!" He aimed a glare at her, but the gargoyle shrugged like he were the dumb one. "I like arguing with you about what will work or what won't. I like that it doesn't devolve into a shouting match with you. I want you to poke holes in my ideas." He gave her giant hoof a gentle kick. Unfortunately, gladiator sandals did not protect the toes, and he winced. "Didn't we already have this conversation? I like you. Get that through your thick skull."

Laoko squinted at him. Not convinced. Well, that was fine. She was going to stick with the group, and that was good enough.

Sighing, he let the weight in his muscles drag him down. He got on his hands and knees, crawled between the two enormous, busty ladies, and flopped onto his chest next to the third huge lady, Caera. He squirmed a little closer until he was shoulder to shoulder with the big cat lady, and she turned her head and faced him, still on her stomach.

"I am tired," he said.

"So am I." She leaned over and licked his cheek.

It wasn't like Caera was actually a tiger, just a demon whose body shape lent to walking on hands and feet. And she had a small snout, so slightly tiger-ish. The licking did sort of complete the image, though.

Grunting, he rolled onto his back, stayed close to Caera, and closed his eyes. The sound of everyone breathing would have driven him insane a few months ago. Now, it calmed him, settled his nerves, and let him relax. Supposedly, kids who grew up with parents liked the sound of their parents rummaging in the kitchen, cooking and cleaning, while they watched TV, played games, or took a nap. Maybe this was like that.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see what everyone else was doing, but from the quiet scrapes of knuckles on horns and hooves, skin rubbing on feathers, and the stirring of the silk pile underneath him, he could take educated guesses. Like learning who someone was by the sound of their footsteps, another thing only kids with consistent parents really got to experience, something David didn't know except with Mia.

Daoka was chirping occasionally, earning some quiet hmms from Jes as the satyr combed her girlfriend's hair. The Las were still giggling and playing with angel wings. Tsila was laughing with them and playing with them. Laoko and Acelina were both deadly silent as usual. Caera was breathing directly beside him, and she aimed her one eye at him as she leaned in and nudged her nose against his.

What a strange world he was in. Not the Hell thing. Yeah, sure, being dead and in Hell was pretty fucking weird, but being surrounded by a bunch of hot women, naked women he'd had sex with save for Tsila, women who wanted to fuck him, women who were around him all the time, was much weirder. And him liking all the noise and attention was equally strange.

He closed his eyes, and the background noises pulled him down into sleep.

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Someone woke him up.

Acelina. The huge woman stood over him, naked, egg in her arms.

David looked around. Everyone was asleep with no need for shifts since he'd closed the door. Septima could still open it, but there was enough trust there for everyone to finally sleep soundly, and for a good twelve hours straight at that, the entirety of a Hell's night before the morning 'rekindling'.

It was impossible to read the giant woman's intent with her black, featureless mask face. And her standing over him meant he was only getting a peek of her face between the valley of her two enormous breasts hanging over him.

"Acelina?" he whispered.

She shifted the egg under one arm, reached down with the other, and picked him up by one wrist. He sucked in a quick gasp and grabbed her hand, but she didn't do anything, only let him dangle. At least with him holding her wrist while she held his, she thankfully didn't yank his arm out of its socket.

Carefully, the woman stepped off the pile of blankets, took him over to the closest wall, and sat. She spread her colossal wings, let them go limp behind her, and set the egg beside her. And with David, she set him on her lap, facing her naked torso, his legs spread around her hips, his knees on the floor.

Fucking fuck, she was so tall, nine feet tall. And absurdly curvy with a tight waist that almost didn't look right above her wide hips and huge ass. Or too right. His brain couldn't figure it out. And of course, she was the bustiest girl in the room, even more than Laoko, and said bust was now directly in front of him.

She set her two hands on his hips and eyelessly stared down at him, tilting her head. Acelina had no hair, but the four horns were large, curving, and beautiful, like some sort of giant crown. And she brought in the mask-like, smooth face closer to him until he felt her breath sneakily sneaking out of two tiny, invisible air holes for nostrils.

"You," she said, voice a whisper, but still with that sultry, husky tone she liked to use. "You have... surprised me."

"I have?" He peeked around. Just them two, everyone else still asleep. She wanted it that way, so he whispered. "I mean, the whole unmarked thing, and--"

"Not that. You gave up power."

"What?"

"Power. You gave it up. You let it go. You could have had Astaroth, Belial, and Azazel under your thumb, using the power of the spire and your music. They could have helped you conquer all of Hell, and helped you reach False Gate."

He winced and looked down. "It'd have turned our mission into an outright war. We'd have drawn the attention of every angel in Heaven, for or against us. And we'd have had to fight every demon, even the ones who might have helped us. No way they'd have let me live with all that power."

She tilted her head to the side. "Is that the only reason? Tactics?"

He frowned and looked back at the other girls. "No."

"You sound certain."

"I mean... yeah, I am." Shrugging, he looked back up at Acelina. Without eyes for eye contact, his gaze wanted to drift, and it took every bit of effort he had not to stare at her breasts. Serious conversation. No sex. "I'd never be happy with power like that."

"Why not?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I just know I wouldn't be... happy. Don't got a single piece of me that cares for the idea of giving orders and living off other people's work or on their backs." What could he do? He shrugged. "The idea bothers me. Grosses me out. Makes me angry, really. Can't stand it."

Acelina chuckled, but she kept it silent, so her torso did all the work, and her breasts jiggled slightly. Her skin was still dark red, not aroused, so they didn't exactly jiggle, at least not as much as they would otherwise.

"You are no demon."

He smiled. "I'm thinking that, yeah."

Nodding, she set one hand on his hip, holding him in place with her long fingers, while her other traced down his chest where the one-shoulder red toga left him exposed.

"You are infuriating."

Uh oh.

"I am?" They'd had this conversation before, just like this, her waking him in the middle of the night.

"Demons desire power with every ounce of their being," she said. He almost made an imperial-metric joke, but bit it down. "Even now, I want to join my sisters here, and bask in the bliss of the royal power allotted to me in a spire."

"I mean, you could still do that, but I'd really prefer you stay with us. With me."

She froze. "With... you."

"Yeah. I mean, that's what I said yesterday, right?"

"This time, you said 'me'."

"I... I mean..." He squirmed a bit, but her grip on his hip was inescapable. Big hand. "Yeah, I do want you with me."

She paused again. "Why?"

"Why? Because I like you."

It took her a minute to respond, and she tilted her head to the other side, maybe aiming her gaze at Laoko. "You say that so easily."

"Well, it's true. I don't really beat around the bush. Mia says I'm probably autistic. I just think she's got that thing university students do, where they suddenly start diagnosing everyone with everything. You know? No, you don't know, I..." Rambling, David. Wow, he was nervous. Acelina and her random night-wakings really knocked him out from under his feet. "I just like you." And he knew Acelina liked him. Caera said so. And if anything, his girlfriend seemed happy about that.

Acelina's enormous, thin wings reached out, and she set the thumb claw of each on his shoulders. She poked him and tested his skin, as if learning how much pressure it might take to pierce him.

"Zotiva," she said, "spend their whole lives in spires. If not for us, provinces would devolve into chaos, demons hatching in untold numbers. They'd flee the spire as hatchlings, and either die to hellbeasts, or swarm, grow, and devour souls until the damned grew scarce. They would starve. Since the children of the Old Ones died, we are the rarest of the breeds, and every spire needs us. We are royalty. I need but offer my services to Septima, and she would take it instantly, no matter my demands. I have spent over two months away from Death's Grip and its spire, away from pampering, away from meals brought to me on leashes, and away from my sisters. I spent almost every night enjoying every sexual indulgence you could imagine. Zelandariel, Diogo, we shared emotional connection the angels think us incapable of, but physically, I tasted of thousands of different touches, frequently. Not just one boy's. A small boy's."

David gulped and stared, and outright froze as Acelina, holding his shoulders with her wings' thumb claws, traced one hand down her own sternum and hooked some of her many necklaces around a claw. Idly plucking at it, she said nothing more, and kept her eyeless gaze on him.

"Acelina?" he asked.

She sighed and set both her hands on his hips.

"You are such a strange man, little boy."

He gulped harder. "Whatcha mean?"

"Women, even demons, enjoy when a man can handle her."

Gulp changed to squint. "Handle?"

"Yes. Pin. Force. Toss around. What is the word? Manhandle."

"Well sorry I'm just a small guy." He summoned enough courage to flex his biceps for her. Hey, he was in good shape! Great shape, even. Just, a small guy.

Acelina laughed quietly, and the sound was warm. Massive tonal shift from just thirty seconds ago.

"Small. Weak." With another playful little chuckle, she slid a hand up his chest and slowly wrapped her enormous fingers and claws around his throat. He froze, but she let him go. "The shape of a soul's body has little meaning in Hell, but surely you were a weak little man on the surface." He grumbled, earning some more laughs from her. "Is that why you exercised? Despite your small size, you are fit indeed."

Finally, a compliment. Kinda.

"I guess, yeah."

"To manhandle women?"

"What? No!" Too loud. He snapped his head around. Everyone was still asleep.

Acelina smiled, exposing many shark teeth against her otherwise perfectly featureless, smooth, black face.

"And yet," she said, "there is something about you that makes us women want to... hold you."

He blinked. "Y-Yeah?"

"Yes. I want to hold you, pin you down, and..." Sighing, she pulled her knees closer, and with David sitting on her lap, her giant thighs pressed against his back, bringing him closer, too. She touched his chest, teasing the lines of his muscles. "There is something about your innocence, David. Your pathetic naivety. Your... lack of cruel intent, that makes me want to touch you. I want to... coddle you. I want to hug you, hold you, feel your lips around my nipples, and let you drink of me."

Oh god. His body lit up instantly, and he grabbed his inner strings before they buried the room in his aura.

"I... I um..." The fuck could he do? He gulped again and stared as the spire mother's skin turned from dark red to red, and right in front of his eyes, her enormous breasts softened into heavy, hanging teardrops, and her dark nipples swelled.

"I spoke to Caera. She believes you and I should spend more time together."

He facepalmed and looked back at the pile of silks. Caera was still sleeping. In any other setting, he'd have immediately jumped up and away from Acelina; no way he'd risk his relationship with his girlfriend. But this was Hell, and Caera had made it very clear how their weird relationship worked.

And Acelina sounded sincere, more sincere than she'd ever sounded. He wanted to hear more.

"Spend time together?"

"Yes. She thinks I..." Sighing, the spire mother shook her head, took David's hands, and set them on her stomach. "You let Moriah drink of your soul. Why not others? Why not me?"

Drink. She meant when Moriah and David had had that quiet moment, and the angel had stared into David's eyes like she'd literally been drinking his soul.

"I mean, you don't have eyes, and--"

Acelina shook her head and guided his hands up to her breasts. They spilled over his fingers and palms, drowning them in softness, and he shivered.

"I am a zotiva. I deserve to be worshipped. So you will spend some time worshiping me and my perfect body. And I want you to look at me as you do. Come, touch me. Kiss my breasts. Please me."

There was something about her words that tickled a part of his brain, and heat spread out through his limbs. Acelina, asking him to touch her, instead of just bullying him into it. Well, Acelina's version of asking, anyway.

He couldn't resist.

~~♥♥♥~~

His eyes drifted down from her featureless face and giant horns, down her naked body, down her many necklaces, and to her massive breasts and her pierced nipples. With him sitting on her lap, and her knees up and pressing against his back, he was free to relax, lean back, practically get cozy, and just stare at the two enormous pillows hanging from her chest. David was a short guy, five-six on a good day, 168 centimeters. Acelina was nine feet tall, at the least, and absurdly busty. Her breasts hung, sagging with their weight, but somehow still keeping their round shape as they nearly reached his thighs.

"Caera--"

"We will wake your girlfriend soon. We spoke. She knew I would do this." Because of course Caera would agree to this. What was she trying to do to him?

Nodding, Acelina lifted her arms, elbows up, and ran the backs of her hands up along her neck and jawline. Arms up pulled up on her breasts, highlighting their shape as the demon moved through some very obvious, very effective fashion model poses. "She is an interesting woman, Caera. It is rare for a demon to care about something that cannot aid in the more immediate goals of power and hunger. And when she prattles on about history, I seek only to sleep."

David choked on a laugh, even as his eyes continued to scan the naked demon's huge torso up and down. She kept her elbows up, knowing full damn well how much it showed off her bust.

"I really like it, and her," he said. "I like listening to her talk about stuff."

"Yes. What is the word? Nerd?" With another strangely warm chuckle, Acelina took his hands, and brought them both to her breasts again.

Soft, warm, and damn heavy. She guided his palms under her breasts and encouraged him to lift them. He did, and shivered at how their size spilled over his palms, fingers, and his wrists. How she walked without falling over, he had no idea.

"Drink me," she said, voice dropping deep into a husky purr.

As another shiver worked through him, he set both hands on her right breast, lifted the huge thing up, and leaned forward. With how tall she was, and how massive her breasts were, it was easy to lift it high enough he could put his lips around her large nipple.

He closed his eyes, leaned in, and nudged his nose and face into the inviting softness of her as his mouth took in as much of her nipple as he could fit, piercing and all. With only a gentle suckle, warm liquid splashed his tongue, and he sighed with bliss at the taste of it. Sweet. Forbidden fruit and hearts tasted like flesh, like rare steaks with the perfect amount of salty seasoning, and maybe other flavors he couldn't understand. But for whatever reason, whatever trace of resonance or essence he tasted in Acelina's milk, tasted sweet.

Acelina's roaming hands slipped claws under bits of his toga and gave them a tug. He lifted his head and stared down at his body as she pulled the strips of red silk from him, leaving him naked save for his black gladiator sandals and a few pieces of black jewelry. His cock dangled from his pelvis onto her stomach, but it grew quickly, each beat of his heart sending blood into it until it rested along her abs and pressed to her navel. And past it, growing with each thump.

"Why," Acelina said, "does a weak little boy like you have such a large cock?"

He shrugged, but it was weak, eyes locked on his dick and watching it with fascination as it grew longer and longer, inching its way up Acelina's stomach until it ran between her breasts. With him on her lap, he was already sitting a bit forward on her pelvis, but that didn't change that his cock grew to a crazy length to reach up to her sternum.

"Absurd," she said, voice again a husky, throaty purr, and she wrapped both hands around his girth, one for the base, one for its center, her forearms lifting her breasts while her biceps squashed them together. "I did not say stop."

He tore his eyes away, leaned back in, lifted her breast, and slowly slipped his lips around her nipple again. Each motion he made caused the massive pillow to nudge against his cock, but it was her hands slowly stroking the bottom half of his length that had him melting into her. With her holding his girth, her breasts couldn't slide off the sides of her chest, held in place by her biceps and forearms, trapping his cock between them.

He pulled back, let her huge breast drop, and watched as it jiggled, rippling as a couple of new lines of white milk dripped from her nipple. Unable to keep down a groan, he leaned in, and devoured her other breast. All the while, Acelina stroked the base of his cock, and her breasts squashed the center of it, drowning it in the heavy softness of her bust. Her warm skin nudged against his glans, her enormous breasts swallowing his girth as she pressed her breasts together, and sent tingling waves down the sensitive skin, down his length, and between his legs.

In only a few minutes, he sat up, shuddered, and stared up at the gorgeous, faceless demon, as waves of cum poured up through his cock, filling him with more gentle, electric waves of bliss. She wanted some eye contact, and he gave it to her, for a whole five seconds before he stared back down at her breasts. Cum flowed out of him, the first gush squirting up along Acelina's neck and drenching it, while the rest came out in slow, thick waves, drowning her collar and sternum in his juices. The white river overflowed, and it trickled down over her heavy breasts, coating them in streaks of white. Through it all, Acelina milked him, squeezing and working the base of his cock, while her biceps kept her breasts squashed together, trapping his cock between them.

The demon showed a hint of her deadly smile, hid it away, and brushed her tail along his back.

"Pathetic," she said. "You are such a small man, and you cum so easily. It infuriates me to no end that you have somehow corralled these women into your harem."

"Harem? I... I mean--" He shuddered again as the last of his orgasm aftershocks worked another drop of cum onto her sternum. "Isn't the guy usually in charge of the harem? I don't feel like I'm in charge."

"Good point. You are far too weak for a harem." She let her scary shark smile out again, lifted her arms, let her cum-drenched breasts spread outward across her chest, and set her hands on his shoulders. "You are ours." She licked her shark teeth. "You are mine."

He gulped hard and almost said something, but another woman's voice cut him off.

"Learn to share."

He spun and almost jumped off the evil devil woman, but Caera shook her head, smiled at him, and prowled over. And like a lazy cat, she sat next to Acelina and leaned into her, practically collapsing into her, shoulder to shoulder.

"I am sharing," Acelina said.

"Uh huh." Rolling her eye, Caera leaned up to David, licked his cheek, and leaned back in toward Acelina, right up to her cheek, too. "There's plenty of room around David's fire for us all. But don't you dare think you can take him away."

Acelina eyelessly rolled her eyes and gestured to David, sitting on her lap while she leaned back against the wall. Her heavy breasts spread more to gravity, and his cum dripped from them.

"He is still here. I will not steal him from you. He can be my weak little toy right here." And, like she had to prove it, she reached out, took his wrists, and held them.

David froze and stared down at her giant hands and long fingers, easily circling his wrists almost twice over. He pulled at his arms, and they didn't move a single inch. Absolutely helpless against her strength. Fuck.

Caera swatted Acelina's hands off him. "Don't be mean."

Acelina scoffed. "You should be meaner with him. He is such a small thing, and for all his powers, he is just a boy, barely a young man." She grabbed his cock hard enough to pull a wince out of him.

But Caera swatted her hands again, one of her hands brushing along Acelina's breast and spreading the cum around.

"I think you're mean enough for the both of us," Caera said.

"You spoil him." Sighing, Acelina traced her claws down David's chest. "You. Boy. You have a second cock. Use it."

"What? I... I uh, it's kinda--"

She poked his chest hard, sharp claw almost bringing him to bleeding.

"Two cocks. Set them between my breasts. Now."

It didn't take much coaxing. Just the thought had him excited, the idea of two huge cocks, his cocks, lining the space between Acelina's enormous, cum-soaked, leaking breasts. And right on cue, drawn out by the thought, his second cock emerged over the other, growing past a foot long and falling to the side of his other length. It nestled in his cum, two cocks side by side, covering Acelina's stomach and sternum.

Caera rumbled, ran her long tongue along the underside of Acelina's closer breast, and dragged it along the swollen, pierced nipple. Like before, Acelina sighed with bliss, and relaxed back against the wall more as Caera took it on herself to clean the woman's breast with gentle licks. And once the breast was clean of cum, Caera wrapped the huge nipple in her mouth.

David watched, hypnotized, as his girlfriend drank the spire mother's milk. Caera's mouth jutted out a little, not as much as a cat's, but enough that she didn't look quite like other demons. And she nudged the short, cute snout around as she opened her demon mouth wide, exposed several huge teeth, enveloped all of Acelina's large nipple, and suckled. More than that, she ran a hand along Acelina's breast, squeezed it with her big hand -- still tiny compared to the giant tit -- and forced enough milk into her mouth some of it spilled and leaked out from her lips.

Acelina outright melted. David smiled. Acelina had a sensitive body.

"You," Acelina said. "Fuck my breasts."

"Yes ma'am." He grinned down at Acelina. Maybe that was a mistake. Much as Caera, snuggled into her side, basically kept Acelina from being able to raise her right arm, her left arm was free, and she dug her claws into his ass. Ow.

He gently thrust his hips forward, and she used that left arm to squash her breast into his two cocks, burying them in warm, cum-drenched skin again. Caera helped, pushing the other breast in snug, but content to keep suckling and pull some more quiet moans from the huge demoness. Caera was over eight feet tall, but Acelina was nine, and Caera looked petite snuggled up to her side, her own breasts squashed and buried under the side of just one of Acelina's.

Movement shocked him still, and he looked back at another approaching figure.

Moriah?

"Are you alright, David?" the angel whispered. "For a moment, you seemed... in peril."

"Uh, yeah. I'm... I'm alright."

Sighing, the angel, utterly tiny compared to Acelina, sat down beside the spire mother, opposite of Caera, and snuggled in, too, facing Acelina so her wings weren't in the way. She pressed her beautiful, tan skin into the demon's, reached up, and ran some fingers through her own hair, pulling the long, black waves out of the way.

She didn't smile, but she did look up at David with her ruby eyes, waiting. David looked back at her and made sure to hold her eye contact. That's what she wanted. Something about the eyes. And to someone on the spectrum like David, eye contact was overwhelming. But he held it, and couldn't help but smile lightly down at the angel leaning into Acelina's body.

Without a word, Moriah dismissed her potram rune clothes, leaving her warrior body and modest breasts exposed.

"Angel," Acelina said. "You have some nerve, touching me without permission."

"Then you should have been quieter." Moriah frowned up at the huge demoness, added some heavy glaring for effect, and rolled her eyes. "You think you can claim the boy out from under us?"

Claim. The word sounded almost naughty coming from an angel.

Acelina smiled. Scary. "Of course. I am a zotiva. I am royalty. The boy is blessed to be allowed to touch me. As are you, for the moment."

Moriah rolled her eyes again, pressed her naked body up against the side of Acelina's left breast, and with a roaming arm, half hugged, half wiped the massive pillow of perfect softness. Her sliding forearm cleaned much of David's cum off the demon, and stirred a tiny shudder from Acelina. Or maybe that was Caera, content to keep drinking from her other nipple.

For David, it was the most beautiful sight he could imagine. Acelina under him, her leaning back against a wall, him sitting on her lap, while Caera snuggled into her right side, and Moriah snuggled into her left. Tiger demon, and Latina angel. Caera had enough size not to get completely buried under Acelina's breast, but Moriah did not, and her entire torso disappeared as she squashed her breasts into the side of Acelina's, and frowned up at the spire mother. Squish. So much squishing, all of it pushing Acelina's bust together so her breasts trapped his two lengths.

He couldn't help but keep thrusting, gently, like he might accidentally make Moriah leave if he thrust hard. He didn't want that.

"For all my complaints about the boy," Moriah said, "he deserves to be protected from harlots like you."

"Harlot? I am hardly--" Acelina sucked in a breath, and it came out a quiet groan as Moriah massaged Acelina's breast with her arm; the whole arm, considering how big it was. And unless David was hallucinating, Moriah grinned, for a tenth of a second, as she circled Acelina's swollen nipple with her hand and squeezed.

A gush of milk splashed against David's chest. Warm. He traced a finger down his chest along the liquid and tasted it. Why did it taste so pleasantly sweet? And there was something in the milk, something that sent tingles through him like he'd just eaten a forbidden fruit, or a heart. Traces of resonance, maybe.

"You are sensitive," Moriah said. "I have known souls who could orgasm simply from being massaged while having their nipples played with. But you would not even need the massage, harlot."

Acelina's soft groan turned into a quiet snarl. "I am--"

Moriah wrapped her lips around Acelina's nipple. Acelina froze. David froze. The angry angel woman pressed her body snug to Acelina's breast and licked away what was left of David's cum. She kissed it away, using her fingers to wipe large streaks of it from Acelina's bust, while using her lips to kiss spots of white, cleaning the demon's perfect, red skin, before again devouring the woman's nipple. The angel's exploring arm continued to hug and massage the huge breast, and her lips suckled, pulling milk from the demoness, and more soft moans.

Moriah tilted her head enough to look up at David, suction letting her keep Acelina's nipple in her mouth. What anger was usually in the angel's gaze was gone. She met his eyes, he met hers, and she massaged Acelina with slow, sensuous motions, all while looking at him. All while David gently fucked Acelina's breasts.

Somewhere between annoyed and aroused, Acelina sighed, and slid her arms up and around the two women feasting on her. She held them to her, slid her claws and long fingers into Caera's dreadlocks and Moriah's long black hair, and helped them get nestled against her sides and glorious curves.

"The boy is mine tonight," Acelina said. "You may observe. You may touch me. But I claim rights to him for this night."

Caera smiled into the spire mother's breast, and massaged her, same as Moriah was.

The huge demoness squirmed and pressed her thighs together behind David's back. He barely noticed. He couldn't help but stare down at Caera and Moriah, watch them caress Acelina, stroke her, play with her, and each motion squashed her breasts around his cocks, creating tight friction full of cum for him to gently fuck.

Acelina was right. He came too quickly. Thick heat squirted up his length with each squeeze of his inner muscles, and both cocks sent sparks of bliss into his pelvis as the warmth flowed out of him and up onto Acelina's sternum and neck. Caera and Moriah pulled away and watched both of his glans squirt cum up the demoness's skin, and with Acelina leaning back now, the cum didn't ooze onto her breasts, and instead oozed between them and around them, down her sternum to David's cocks again, but also along their outsides, onto Moriah and Caera. Both ladies stayed snug to the spire mother, and let David's cum soak their chests.

David lost control of the aura. It hit him, hit them, hit everyone. As tingling orgasm aftershocks made him shudder, the other girls stirred behind him.

"The fuck?" Jeskura asked. She got up, did a quick stretch, and stood behind David, over Acelina's legs. "Why didn't you wake us up?"

"This is a private moment between me and the young boy," Acelina said, and she hand-waved Jes away. "Begone."

"Hey, fuck you. I demand to be involved."

David looked back, wincing preemptively. Sure enough, Jes whacked him in the back with her tail.

Daoka got up, took Jes's hands, and guided her down onto the blankets. The Las came up from their slumber like sleepy cats, but once they realized what was happening, they immediately walked toward David, only for Dao to grab them and guide them down onto the blankets, too. Everyone was already naked, and it wasn't long before the four little ladies, the gargoyle, and the satyr turned into a ball of skin on skin. Thank you, Daoka.

"Fuck it," Jes said. "I'll get you back later, Acelina. Bitch." She grinned at David, pressed her breasts to Daoka's, and the two lovers drowned in the hungry lips of the Las.

That left Laoko and Tsila. The biggest demon in the room watched David, head tilted slightly, tiny smile more wicked than Acelina's massive shark smiles. Tsila got up and headed toward the door.

"I'll leave you to it," she said. "I--"

Laoko grabbed the angel's wrist and pulled her down onto the blankets. Everyone watched as the shocked gabriem let out a squeak, and was suddenly rendered naked by the titanic demoness with four arms. She took the angel, over six feet tall but just a child compared to Laoko, and held the woman to her body. With a dark, quiet little chuckle, Laoko grabbed Tsila's wrists with one hand, and with the other three, crawled her way over to David on hands and knees, giant breasts swaying underneath her.

"I think," Laoko said, "that it is cruel for David to leave Tsila out of his games."

David blinked. "Games? I--"

The tetrad threw Tsila onto her back near Acelina, and her glorious white wings spread wide, burying the nearby pile of Las underneath feathers as the gabriem squeaked again.

"Laoko!" she said. "What are you--"

The titan woman got on her stomach between Tsila's legs, and without ceremony, set her lips on the woman's bare pussy.

David had to half turn to watch, and the girls with him all watched, as the slim angel succumbed to David's aura, and Laoko's touch. Her black ponytail lay on the blanket beside her, and her gold jewelry jingled lightly as Laoko forced her tongue into her; easy to see, from the way a bulge pushed its way up along her once flat stomach.

And Tsila was just too hot not to look at. They'd never done anything sexual with her, ever, since she was so new to the group. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe all gabriem were absurdly sensual, sexual beings, hungry for touch, because Tsila resisted the giant demon for a whole two seconds before she melted onto the blankets. And damn, she was beautiful. Her emerald eyes snuck a peek toward David, but snapped shut as she reached out and grabbed two of Laoko's horns. Her small breasts shook as she shivered, and her legs spread, pushed apart by two of Laoko's hands, while the tetrad used her other two arms to hold her weight on her elbows between the helpless angel's thighs.

Moriah sat up and shook her head. "This is what Heaven is like, David. Gabriem seduced at but the look of a soul, let alone the touch."

Tsila opened her green eyes and aimed a glare at Moriah. It evaporated in seconds.

"Ignore her," Acelina said. "And that bitch trying to steal focus off of me." And by that, she probably meant Laoko. The two ladies were going to butt heads eventually, and they had the horns for it.

David tore his eyes away, but not before seeing Jes, Dao, and the Las switch from touching each other, to touching the slim, Indian angel. Maybe David's aura completely blinded them; it wasn't like the party had ever gotten entirely comfortable with Tsila, and this was a pretty big leap to randomly make. Or maybe this was Jes's way of extending the hand of friendship. She and Dao sat with Tsila, so did the Las, and the angel disappeared behind a wall of red skin David couldn't see past.

Probably for the best. Acelina didn't want him distracted, and she proved the point by sinking her claws into his ass cheeks. He sucked in a quick breath and snapped his gaze back to her.

"I'm ignoring, I'm ignoring!"

"Good." Nodding, Acelina sat up, and set him aside.

Without asking, she put her hand against his face, and pushed him onto his back. Uh oh. A bit of her shark smile came out again as she straddled him, and his body disappeared between her gigantic thighs. Her dripping pussy pressed down against his cocks, pinned them to his abs and chest, and she set her hands on her knees as she got comfortable.

Acelina spread her wings. David sank his head back further into the blankets as he stared up at the giant woman, her giant wingspan, and once she set her hands on them, her giant breasts. She hooked her wings over her shoulders, hooked the thumb claws together over her collar like the string of a cape, and let her wings relax. It looked disturbingly like a villainess donning her cloak. And the fresh layer of cum he'd soaked her in trickled down between her breasts and along her sides, leaving the front of her breasts clean, and glistening with her milk, and Caera and Moriah's saliva.

Caera and Moriah came and knelt beside him, but they stared at Acelina as much as David did. They did a better job of not drooling like a horny schoolboy, but they looked at her nonetheless as Acelina ran her knuckles up along the underside of her breasts, causing them to jiggle as her hands slipped past them, and she ran the back of her hands up to her neck.

"I am more beautiful than a succubus, am I not?" she asked, and she slowly traced the lines of her jaw with her nails. "I am more beautiful than any demon. Than any angel. I am so very soft..." She squeezed one of her breasts and earned a small squirt of milk. "And so very tight." She nudged her smooth pussy against the underside of his cocks where they met his testicles, drowning them in her juices. "Aren't I?"

It was really damn hard to concentrate with an eight-lady orgy happening only two meters from his head. But it wasn't like Acelina was wrong. She had absurd curves, a tight waist between her huge breasts and wide hips. The curvy legs, the slender neck, the black, featureless mask that was her entire face, and even the four giant horns sticking up from her bald head, almost like an evil crown, were all gorgeous.

Caera smiled down at David, leaned in over him and toward Acelina's chest, and ran her tongue up the side of the giant demoness's closer breast. Again, she licked, this time along the front, leaving a subtle trail of wetness along the skin, cleaning her closer breast of what little cum had found its way onto its front.

"Yes," Caera said, and she aimed her smile up at Acelina instead. "Yes, we all admit it. You're the hottest here. Happy now?"

Acelina nodded and looked down at Moriah. The naked angel rolled her eyes for the millionth time and gestured at herself, her slim but muscular physique, her abs, and the mess of David's cum coating it, all gained from her squashing said body against Acelina's tit earlier. But she didn't say anything, as if the gesture were enough. She was hot too. And David couldn't help but stare at the way her dark nipples stuck out from her tan skin.

Acelina scoffed. "You are hard and flat, angel. I am softness divine." And she said divine like she was claiming something that was rightfully Moriah's, but the demon knew she was hot enough to take it, anyway. She cupped both her breasts, let their heavy teardrop softness overflow them, and earned a gentle squirt of milk from each nipple.

"I... suppose you are right," Moriah said, frowning.

Acelina gave a positively evil smile, showing all her shark teeth before the mouth disappeared into the black mask of her face. Nodding, she leaned forward, let her leaking breasts hang over David's face, grabbed his lower cock, and set the cum-soaked head against the squeezing ring of her ass. Everything was a soaking wet mess of juices, and she used them, rubbing his glans against her asshole, lubricating it, and sending more electric sparks down his length as she prepared herself.

"Of course I am right," Acelina said. "But you, stubborn angel, are... hmmm." Another evil grin crossed Acelina's featureless face as the glans of David's cock slipped past the squeezing ring of her ass. A quiet moan rolled through her as she sank herself down onto his length, and David bit back his own as her insides wrapped him tight. Even with how huge Acelina was compared to him, his cock had grown large enough a bulge pushed up along her tight waist, and his eyes flicked between watching it push up along her flat stomach and past her navel, and the way her hanging breasts jiggled over him.

With a trembling moan, she took him to the base, spread her knees wide so she had the room to sink down and devour every inch of his cock with her ass, and her empty pussy drooled onto his second cock still lying across his stomach. With a satisfied groan, Acelina ran her hands down her stomach, pressed on the distension along her belly, and David shuddered. That was always an interesting sensation, pressure from such an odd place, while his cock wore her insides like a sleeve.

Acelina reached down, grabbed his second cock, guided it up to her stomach, and slowly stroked it with both hands. It didn't quite reach her sternum, but with how massive and heavy her breasts were, their weight pulled them down enough all she had to do was dip his cock to the left or right slightly, and his sensitive glans disappeared under the soft skin of her underboob. She leaned forward, letting her breasts hang lower, and she rubbed his glans against one nipple, and then the other. Around and around in circles, she painted her areola in his traces of his cum, while trickles of her milk ran down his length.

"You are absurd," she said. "Two enormous girths, on a small soul who cums at the... what is the expression? The drop of a hat? You--" She shuddered, and new trickles of warm juices leaked out of her pussy into the groove where his upper cock met his lower cock.

She moved. Her massive ass squashed David's thighs into the blankets below, and her pelvis pushed forward. She worked her butt back and forth, grinding herself down against him, and as she did, her clitoris pressed against the underside of his second cock. More than that, she held his second cock upright, buried it under the skin of one breast, and ground her clitoris against its underside as her pelvis thrust back and forth against him.

Her ring of muscles clenched on his girth before the rest of her did, and she groaned down at him as she slowed her movements to almost nothing. She shuddered, and her breasts rippled. She didn't slow her hands though, squeezing David's cock and working it from the base up to the bottom edge of his glans, while rubbing the swollen tip into her breasts. And he came moments after she did. His second cock gushed cum up over her breast, and even as Acelina trembled on him and squeezed his first cock like a vise, she made sure his second cock drenched each of her breasts in waves of cum like she was painting herself.

Caera leaned in, and as Acelina pressed his glans against one of her nipples, Caera wrapped her lips around the sensitive skin. She kissed his cock, and even the gentle contact sent almost painful shocks through David's length. But when Moriah leaned in and did the same thing, David groaned, pushed himself up on his elbows, and watched. He couldn't look away. Caera and Moriah, both kissing his cock, their lips nudging into each other's, while Acelina kept it pinned to her nipple. Fantasy overload.

Acelina let his length go, and the girls were a little too distracted to catch it. It hit his chest with a wet splat, while the Moriah and Caera kissed Acelina's nipple, the same one, at the same time. Their lips did more than nudge against each other. With Acelina's nipple between them, they kissed each other, and bits of his cum and the spire mother's milk trickled down their naked necks and down onto their breasts.

His aura must have really been doing a number on them, and they were only making it worse.

He managed a quick peek to the other girls. Part of him felt guilty for not having had sex with them lately, but Jes and Dao were hazing Tsila and loving every minute of it. Apparently the gabriem was an easy target, because everything they did resulted in a moan. Neck kissing. Nipple sucking. And the poor angel was still getting thoroughly stretched out by Laoko's tongue.

The Las, of course, were just happy to be involved.

Caera lay on her side beside David, licked his neck, and smiled down at him. "It's... hard to think, with your aura drowning us."

"Sorry."

Moriah knelt closer to his head and frowned down at him. "You are worse than an incubus, David. I..." The Latina angel shivered, and cupped both her breasts in her hands, massaging his cum into her skin. "It is... intoxicating."

"Sorry! Sorry. I--"

Acelina grabbed the angel by her shoulders, and Moriah's eyes went wide. She lifted the angel up, and dangled her over David, low enough Moriah had to keep her legs spread so she didn't accidentally walk on him. Caera caught on quick, grabbed his second cock, and aimed it up.

Moriah growled. "I did not--"

Acelina lowered the angel, and Caera made sure his second cock pointed straight. Demons were evil. Moriah sucked in a breath and stared down at her little pussy as his glans spread it apart, and the wet, hot flesh swallowed him. Tight. Very tight. David winced as the angel woman's insides resisted him, squeezing the whole way down as Acelina lowered Moriah onto him. She wasn't gentle, and as Moriah fell to her knees, Acelina spread her own legs to give the angel room, took the angel's hips, and pushed her down.

Her pussy stretched around him, and Moriah sucked in a hard breath as he filled her. She didn't have nearly as much room inside her compared to Acelina, and her pussy stretched inward as he pushed up against her depths. From the look on Moriah's face, that was painful to happen so fast, but at the same time, the angel's lips parted, and a panting groan sneaked its way out of her as Acelina forced her balls deep onto his second cock.

The angel stared down at her belly, and the huge bulge pushing out against it.

"Acelina, you--"

"You think," Acelina said, "that with all your divine strength and righteous anger, that you control the situations you are in? You call me a harlot, but you succumb to the touch of soul as easily as any succubus or gabriem. Is that how it is in Heaven? A simple glance from a soul and you spread your legs?" With an evil, albeit trembly chuckle, Acelina set her hands on the angel's hips, and ground her down against David. Much as he wanted to tell the demoness to leave the angel alone, Moriah's squeezing pussy ripped the air out of his lungs. Last time the demons had taken Moriah against her will and had David fuck her, she'd cum her brains out. And from the look on her face now, it was happening again.

David might as well have disappeared with how big Acelina's legs were, how big her ass was, and now sharing the space on his pelvis with an angel. Moriah had to sit forward a bit, and keep her ass absolutely snug to Acelina's thighs and pelvis so she didn't snap his dick off at the base; there was only so much room for them to maneuver, with his lower cock in Acelina's ass, and his upper cock in Moriah's cunt. But Acelina made sure to keep the angel's ass one hundred percent tight to her body.

Caera grinned, super evil-like, and got behind and under David. She spread her legs, got her pelvis under his back, and used her stomach as his headrest, her breasts resting on his shoulders. He blinked up at her, and she winked -- or blinked -- at him with her single eye before gesturing to the angel on display.

"If you submit to me, David," Acelina said, showing off her shark smile again. "I will make your sexual dreams come true." And like she'd lit a match in a room full of propane, she unleashed her own sex aura. "Be my pet, and we can rule Hell together."

Spire mothers were the queens of auras, from what he knew, and from what he'd seen. The aura didn't buzz through the world like his did, but punched him straight in the face with heat and desire. And in his current state of mind, he wasn't exactly in the position to resist.

Moriah wasn't either, and she outright moaned, leaned back, set one hand on Acelina's thigh beside hers, and the other on the bulge pushing out from her abs. Maybe Acelina had a point with Moriah. She gave in really easily.

Caera snorted, maybe to protest the 'ruling Hell' part, but whatever she wanted to say disappeared as she caressed her own breasts, and watched.

Acelina slid a hand up Moriah's body, groped her breasts, and wrapped her fingers around the naked angel's neck. She pinned Moriah's head to her sternum, between her breasts, and the two huge pillows spilled over Moriah's shoulders, nudging her wings aside. And with one hand squeezing the angel's throat, Acelina thrust against David, and danced on his cock, taking Moriah along for the ride, other hand holding Moriah's hip tight. The poor angel's ass was so snug to Acelina's thighs, David could see two huge cheeks pushed up against the spire mother's pelvis, fighting for space.

David lay there, Caera behind him, Acelina and Moriah on his cocks, and did the only thing he could do. Nothing. Caera's breasts rested on his shoulders, same as Acelina's did Moriah's, and the tiger lady slid her hands down his torso and teased his chest and abs. Her hands reached out, settled on Moriah's legs, and caressed them as well, as the angel slid back and forth against him, trembling.

Acelina slowed her grinding and instead bounced the angel on his cock, slamming the angel's firm ass into her pelvis. Moriah was at ground zero of Acelina's aura, and she melted in an instant. She grabbed the demon's wrists and held on for dear life as her insides clamped hard. Her wings went limp, and her eyes half closed as Acelina forced a moan out of her, and another, and another, until the angel drowned David's cock in wet warmth.

He came again. Chuckling, though with some moans mixed in, Acelina stopped bouncing the angel and instead resumed the grind, hugging Moriah close to her. She choked her, cut off her breathing, and made the angel squirm as he pumped cum into her depths. He'd grown his cocks big enough for Acelina, and Moriah was considerably smaller. She was stuffed to her limit, and her belly grew as he filled her womb with cum.

Acelina half growled, half groaned, and her tail flicked between David's legs as she slowed her grinding, too. But before he was done with his orgasm, Acelina lifted Moriah off his cock, set her not so gracefully aside, and leaned over him. Moriah lay on her back, panting, trembling, and David's second cock fell to his chest again, only for Acelina to grab it. She jerked him off with both hands, aimed the cock up against her sternum, squished her breasts together again, and hid his glans between the giant pillows as she stroked his length.

"I said you are mine tonight," she said. "Caera agreed."

David would have said something, probably like 'Caera you traitor', if Acelina wasn't wringing the orgasm out of him. Her ass clenched hard, and she held his second cock along her belly, bulging with the girth of his first cock, and with the cum he poured into her guts.

With a satisfied nod, Acelina let his cock go again, scooped up her breasts, and licked them clean of his cum. Very long, pink tongue. Her breasts were huge, even for her, and it took her a bit of time to clean off her nipples and the skin around them. But once clean, she rumbled like a purring lion, leaned forward, and let her giant breasts hang over his head, nudging into Caera's. Wet with her saliva and milk, she made sure they brushed along his face and lips.

"Someday," Acelina said, "if I think you've earned it, you may fuck my pussy. My perfect, tight, quivering, hot, soaked insides. But..." She chuckled down at him and danced claws along his second cock's underside, even as she let gravity rub her breasts against his head. "For now, you will do no such thing."

It wasn't like he could argue. It wasn't like he wanted to argue. Anal was awesome.

He nodded, but he doubted she could see it. She leaned in, buried his face under a nipple, and he opened his mouth and suckled. Hopefully she realized he couldn't breathe like this, not with her smothering him, and his head trapped between Caera's breasts, too. Trapped, helpless, death by boobage.

Caera saved him. She slid out from under him, lay him flat on his back on the blankets, and prowled over him. She sat on his chest, grabbed his cock, guided it up to her slit, and sat on it. David forced himself up on his elbows again and stared at the sight of Caera's huge ass and tail shifting down as she guided his cock into her pussy. She growled back at David, wagged her massive, thick tail over his face, and ground her body down onto him until she stretched deep, and took him to the hilt.

"He can have mine," she said, purring.

David grabbed her tail -- thing was as thick as his waist -- and pushed it aside enough he could see Caera's glorious, muscular ass sitting on his lower abs, and the huge tiger woman was breast-to-breast with the spire mother. There wasn't any room, and Caera had no choice but to lift her legs and hook both of them around Acelina's hips. Her weight pressed down on David for a few seconds, and he groaned as she threatened to shatter his pelvis, but she got most of her weight onto Acelina instead, and pressed her belly directly into the spire mother's. Their bodies squished together, and Caera smiled at Acelina from only an inch away.

She whispered something. David didn't hear, and Acelina didn't repeat it. Whatever she said, it got a pause out of the giant spire mother, before she leaned in, and whispered back. Secret conversation, while the two rode David's cocks. He was almost offended. Caera nodded, leaned in, and licked Acelina's neck. Acelina responded in kind, running her hands down Caera's back, its spikes, down under her giant tail, and sank her fingers into the meat of the tiger's huge ass.

The two ground against each other's bodies, Caera's legs up and over Acelina's hips so their bulging stomachs pressed to each other's. Big as Acelina was, Caera was almost as big, and when she hugged the spire mother, their breasts squashed together and milk dripped down from between them. Caera did things with her hands David couldn't see, but whatever it was, Acelina moaned, let her wings go limp behind her, and hugged Caera snug to her again.

They switched it up. Acelina leaned back, far back, and put her weight on her palms around David's legs. Caera took full advantage, got her legs under Acelina's instead, and ground into her as she devoured the huge woman's breasts. David couldn't see much of it, but he felt it, felt their bodies hugging to each other, felt them bend, felt them grind. And Caera, now in control, grabbed Acelina's hips and bounced her on his cock. Even with the spire mother leaning back and Caera leaning over her, David could see her enormous breasts flowing around in circles on her chest like water.

Acelina came, and Caera stopped bouncing her, only to grind against her.The squeezing and squirming was too much, and David came moments later. Hidden out of sight, he could only imagine his girlfriend grinding her clit against Acelina's empty slit, wet flesh rubbing wet flesh, and all drowning in waves of his cum that leaked out from Acelina's ass and Caera's slit. Most of it filled Acelina's insides, growing the bulge on her belly, but plenty of it made a mess where the two ladies ground against each other.

Caera moved her hips around and around, earning some small gasps from Acelina, and her insides clamped hard. David winced, grabbed Caera's tail, and held on as the tiger milked him. She slowly pulled Acelina back up to sitting, hugged her closer, and the two ladies squeezed and wriggled on David's cocks as he filled them. They danced, slowly shifting their bodies around, squeezing in rhythm to milk him. It worked, and his eyes rolled up as the pleasure tremors stopped his breathing.

Somehow, David summoned enough wherewithal to look at the other girls. Moriah was recovering, sitting up, panting, giving her wings a shake and running her fingers down her cum-and-sweat-soaked chest. She frowned at him. He shrugged. The fuck was he supposed to do, save her from Acelina?

He looked at the others. Laoko wasn't eating out Tsila anymore. She was scissoring her. She had the poor angel pinned, bent like a pretzel, and scissored her, burying the tiny woman under her much, much larger size, enormous breasts swaying with each rather harsh thrust. Jes, Dao, and the Las were all watching, hypnotized. Apparently they'd finished whatever fun they'd had, and were now drinking in the sight of the little -- comparatively speaking -- angel getting abused. Or maybe abused was the wrong word, because Tsila somehow found enough air to mewl and whimper between her gasps.

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With a playful growl, Caera climbed off David's cock and knelt beside him. Acelina did the same, though she trembled the whole way, sliding back and off his length to sit between his legs. After a few deep breaths, she crawled her way over to David, breasts doing that hanging-swaying thing that grabbed his eyes every time, and she lay beside him. Caera did the same, laying beside him on the blankets, and both ladies made sure their breasts were by his head. Thankfully, Acelina kept what parts of her still covered in cum off of him. So kind.

They both grinned at him, licked their fangs, nudged their breasts into his cheeks, forehead, shoulders, and chest, and leaned in a little more. His face disappeared under their breasts again, and he accepted his fate. He'd never thought he'd die this way, suffocated by two women and their boobs, but he'd dreamed.

Caera laughed, pulled back, and tapped his nose with her claw.

"Is this what you prefer, David? You want a pair of breasts on legs to bully you and push you around?"

Acelina laughed, too, with a quieter, sinister tone. "David is just a weak little boy. He needs a woman to tell him what to do. And to put him in his place."

Caera shook her head. "He's a young man. He needs a girl who'll take care of him. Work with him."

"He needs one who will step on him." And to make her point clear, Acelina pulled up her leg, and since she was snuggling up to his side, she was free to put her knee and the inside of her leg on his pelvis. That was a giant leg.

"Is... this a game?" he asked. "'Cause, I mean, I like it. But you might kill me."

Laughing, Caera scooted down lower, squashed her breasts into his chest, and nudged her nose into his neck.

"We're just deciding how best to share you." Rumbling into him, she slowly dragged her tongue along his jugular. Lot of very important veins around that jugular.

He gulped. "I mean, I thought you and I--"

"Yes," she said. She rumbled again, a heavy purr, opened her mouth, and encompassed his entire neck with her teeth. He gulped again, and felt his Adam's apple press against her tongue. She let him go, grinned down at him, licked his neck some more, and rumbled straight into his ear. "You and I. But..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, so damn quiet she had to put her short snout up to his ear. "She likes you. And I think you like her too." She whispered even quieter. "So do I. She's a bitch, but I kind of like that."

He gulped again, for a different reason, and looked up at Acelina. The spire mother, still on her side and sitting up, continued to lean over him so one of her breasts rested against his head. Considering just one of her boobs was almost as big as his torso, it easily covered most of his head, and he had to tilt it to the side to peek up at her, and to not suffocate.

Was she smiling? He couldn't tell. He liked to think she was.