~~David~~

  The room was huge. The walls were spread out, stone, with no window. It had two sections: the pit, and a stone staircase on the side that led up to a sort of raised dining area, where a massive table and chairs waited to be used. A giant room, where you could either go up the side to sit and dine, or go into the center, onto the enormous pile of bnkets. Not a bed, just bnkets.

  “Bnkets?” David asked.

  Laoko nodded and strutted around the room, hooves going clop clop on the bckwood floor.

  “I stayed in this room when I worked with Timaeus. And I have tasted too many comforts to not enjoy some of the pleasures of the Scar. So, silk bnkets from fallo spiders, of course.” Smiling, she leaned against the stone staircase, the dining area above her, and she eyed David. “We will be safe here, but I suppose you will want to sleep in shifts as usual.”

  “Of course,” Jes said, and she tapped a fang, staring at the soft mountain. “Can I—”

  “Sit. Come, sit.” Laoko sat on the edge of the pile, leaned back, and pnted all four palms against it behind her. “I forget in Death’s Grip, you’re all barbarians who know nothing but rock and stone.”

  “Not true!” Jes fred her wings, thought twice, hooked them on her shoulders, and hopped on top of the mountain. “I lived in the spire for a long time, working for Zel. And…” Sighing, she melted into the softness and spread her limbs, her tail, and her wings. Whatever thought she’d been ready to counter with disappeared.

  Everyone joined her. The Las tested the bnkets, tugging at them a bit, before they squealed and dove into them. The others found pces to sit around the edges, but it was clear everyone was trying to enjoy the soft bnkets a little more than they wanted to show. All except Moriah. She leaned against the wall, dragged herself up the stairs, and sat in a chair too big for even the tall angel.

  “Angel,” Laoko said, “you need not—”

  “Leave me be.”

  No point in arguing with her. David shrugged, joined the girls, and almost cried. How long had it been since he’d felt something so soft on his ass? Not since Jes and Dao had captured him. They’d had a bed in their little hideaway, and even that was harder than this.

  Caera flopped out on the bnkets on her stomach beside David and slowly wagged her tail from side to side.

  “I took having a bed for granted,” David said.

  Daoka chirped at him, nodding, and slid closer.

  Laoko slid closer, as well. “You are an interesting human, David.”

  “The human part,” Jes said, and she crawled down and sat beside them on the pile edge, “is up for debate.”

  “Regardless, you don’t hear souls speak up to demons very often, especially tetrads. You surprised Timaeus.”

  David looked down at his sandals. A couple months ago, David wouldn’t have said a word. Way back in another lifetime, he’d have been happy to keep his mouth shut and deal with things as they came, not open his mouth and make changes happen himself. Sure, he got into arguments and debates with people all the time. For topics he cared about, personal interests, speaking up was easy. But serious stuff? No, he’d always shut up and let others make the decisions.

  “I used to be a pretty quiet guy,” he said. “Been in Hell… around forty days now, and I guess I’ve changed in more ways than obvious.” Hand out in front of him, he analyzed his fingers and knuckles, as if he could spot more changes. No luck. “I mean, I know I can speak up when I have to. I don’t have trouble talking, or even taking charge. I just hate doing it. I’d prefer to let others do the talking, take charge, and make all my decisions for me.”

  Dao chirped some more and raised a cw.

  “Too te,” Jes said. “He’s your pet, but I think things have grown a bit bigger than him just being your pet.”

  Sighing, the satyr kissed David’s cheek. He kissed hers back.

  “I’d love to go back to that,” he said. “That seemed like a pretty good deal, considering.”

  “’Course it did.” Laughing, Jes got up and stretched out her wings. “Couple of beautiful demon girls who’d fuck you every night, feed you, keep you safe, and even dress you?”

  “Exactly.”

  Caera ughed, turned, and y her torso on his p, back spikes up. Squashed. She was hot, but damn, she was heavy.

  “Then I’d have never met you.”

  “Unacceptable,” David said. “Also, ow. Armor.” Meera metal did not feel good on the skin, and Caera’s breastpte scraped against his thighs.

  With some more ughs, Caera got up and began removing each chunk of armor. Like a signal, the rest of the girls did, too.

  David watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as the eight… nine demons got up, and got naked. They groaned, stretched, shook out their tails, legs, wings, and threw their armor to the side with zero consideration for scratches or dents. Meera metal always looked like it’d been ripped off a car from a junkyard and spray-painted bck. This was probably why. If they took care of it, maybe it’d shine more, but then again, who wants their metal armor to shine in a fight?

  He looked up at Moriah. She watched from her perch above, and everyone gave her her space. Even the Las had figured out the angel was not to be disturbed.

  “Soft!” Lasca said, and she squirmed on the bnkets. Already naked, and she rubbed the silk on her nipples. “Nice! Soft!”

  “Soft!” the remaining Las said, stripped, threw their armor pieces away — cng — and threw themselves onto the mound. “Soft!” Squealing, they giggled and rolled, whined because they hurt their wings rolling, buried their faces and naked bodies in the silks, and giggled some more.

  “Soft. Silk from the Scar always it,” Laoko said. With an almost sexual groan, she got up, undid the armor of her breasts and set the armor aside with a more delicate touch than the others. And unlike the others, she didn’t just do some mindless, quick little stretches. She hardcore stretched, four arms behind her, chest jutted out, and she stuck out each leg and hoof in turn. Then forward, four arms in front of her, until she’d folded in half like a pretzel and two palms touched the floor while two other arms wrapped around her calves. Full-on Yoga.

  David gulped. She had Daoka’s curves, soft but slim, with some muscle hidden underneath the feminine curves of her physique. But she also had Acelina’s breasts, utterly ridiculously massive, even on her rger ten-foot body.

  “Crazy, isn’t she?” Caera said.

  “What? I… what?”

  “You don’t usually see tetrads with tits like that.” Shrugging, Caera leaned down, kissed his ear, and got back on all fours. After many cat stretches — big stretch — she crawled up onto the pile of bnkets and y on her stomach facing the inside, head turned enough to look back at him and Laoko.

  “I mean, um…” He gulped.

  Laoko ughed and leaned against the wall below the angel. “Yes, well, tetrads are not zotiva, like our dear pampered Acelina here.”

  “What she means,” Acelina said, “is that tetrads, including bolstara like her, must fight every moment of every day. Large breasts impede physical combat.” Nodding, the spire mother set the st of her armor aside, cupped both her breasts and gently bounced them on her palms and cws. Even firm, skin dark red and unaroused, they jiggled. David gawked. “But they have their uses. I have the perfect body, do I not? No angel is as slim as I am, with as curves as rge as mine.” She ran her cws down her tiny stomach, tight waist, wide hips, and rge ass and thick thighs. “All wish to do as I demand, for but a single touch of my body, or a taste of my milk.”

  Laoko watched, and a subtle smile grew. “I admit, I would not mind tasting that.”

  Acelina shot her featureless gre at the tetrad. “I would.”

  “Oh?” With a gentle chuckle, maybe even flirtatious, Laoko walked up to the woman and came in close. Acelina stood her ground. The bolstara tetrad got even closer, until their breasts pressed together, and Laoko aimed her ‘I know more than you think I do and I enjoy letting you know that’ little smile down at her.

  Acelina didn’t push her away, but she did snarl a little, exposing some of her shark teeth with a sneer. Her wings were hooked around her shoulders, and it’d have been easy for her to use them to cover her body. She didn’t.

  David stared. Laoko’s breasts were higher than Acelina’s because of her extra foot of height, meaning their weight squashed down onto Acelina’s from above. The way their shapes molded to each other was hypnotic, like globs of va mp wax softly colliding as some went up, some fell down.

  Caera ughed and whacked his thigh with her giant tail. He meeped. It was very unmanly.

  Daoko threw herself onto the pile of bnkets, nded beside Caera, chirped and clicked, rolled onto her back, and gestured at the two boob-squishing giant demonesses.

  “I hate the bitch,” Jes said, “but Dao’s right. Succubi wish they had Acelina’s body.”

  “Not every guy is obsessed with huge boobs,” David said. The girls looked at him, eyebrows raised. Even Moriah snorted from her perch. “Hey, I said not every.”

  Dao chirped some more and held out her arms to him. No need for transtion. He rolled his eyes, but slid over to her, y on top of her, and let his worries and stress melt away as his chest pressed to her huge breasts. Moriah was watching, but right now, he didn’t care. It was the first time in a long time they didn’t have to stand watch, afraid some angel or demon or invisible monster would kill them the moment they let down their guard.

  He slipped off her, y on his back between her and Caera, and pushed up on his elbows so he could watch the girls. The Las were sneaking around under the bnkets now, like ferrets, and Jes was stretching out her wings some more.

  He couldn’t not smile. All the shit that’d happened, and somehow here he was, surrounded by amazing, ridiculously hot, ridiculously awesome dies. Naked dies. And if he pyed his cards right, he’d find a companion in Moriah, maybe even an ally, and instead of Heaven being an enemy, they could help. Everything would be infinitely better if the angels were allies.

  That was the gamble. That was the hope.

  Daoka rolled over, got cozy on her belly on the bnkets, and chirped.

  “Coming,” Jes said. The lean creature crawled onto the bnkets, stretched out her wings and tail, and snuggled up to Daoka’s side, also on her stomach. “Bet the angel bitch didn’t think we’d all just get cozy and hang out, did she?”

  Moriah grunted and looked away.

  “Don’t poke the bear, Jes,” David said. “She…” She’d lost a lot in just a few weeks, more than they had. “Just, leave her be.”

  “Fine.” Rolling her eyes, she hooked her wings snug to her back and snuggled in close with lover.

  “Acelina!” Latia, tiniest of the Las, dainty little grem with hooves and no tail, crawled out from the bnkets and walked up to the woman over twice her height. “Come sleep.”

  “I—”

  “Acelina!” Laria, also grem, and busty shortstack of the group of piranha, joined Latia, and the two demons pulled on Acelina’s hands. “Come, sleep. Snuggle.”

  Acelina kept her featureless face pointed at Laoko, but after a few more tugs from the tiny dies, she groaned, eyelessly rolled her eyes, and joined them on the bnkets beside Caera. Cranky, sure, but no one could stay cranky when lying on silk for the first time in ages, and she sighed relief as she y on her side. After a few adjustments, including digging a space for her breasts in the silk, she rolled onto her stomach, breasts filling the bnket hole, and she almost moaned as she got cozy.

  The Las giggled and surrounded her, half snuggling into Caera as they swarmed the spire mother. Personal space didn’t exist for them. They hugged her thick thighs, her wings, her ass, and rubbed their cheeks on her shoulders.

  Latia got a little too snug between Caera and Acelina, accidentally kicked Caera’s ass, and the tiger growled. Latia froze, and squealed as Caera sat up, grabbed her, and pinned the skinny little creature to the bnkets.

  Poor Latia. Caera lowered herself, buried the tiny creature under her rge breasts, and wrapped her big tiger mouth around Latia’s throat. Latia went from frozen to petrified stone, and stared up at David as the giant tiger dy growled around her neck. Caera was twice as tall as Latia, with plenty of muscle to go with her rge breasts. The little dy she’d captured was completely hidden underneath her torso except for her wings.

  “David! Help Latia!”

  David gulped. “I think she’s going to eat you, Latia.”

  “Nooo!”

  Caera chuckled around the girl’s throat. Her head was literally twice as big as Latia’s. If she’d wanted to, she could have opened her mouth and subtle snout wide enough to eat half the grem’s head in a single bite. But she didn’t. She lifted her head, smiled down at her prey, and licked her cheek.

  Latia erupted into giggles and smiled up at the tiger and David.

  “It’s nice here. Stay here?”

  “Can’t,” Caera said. “We gotta leave tomorrow and go on a quest to save the world, remember?”

  “Oh. Fine.” She pouted. Pouting turned to giggles again as Caera licked the Las cheek.

  David turned onto his side, reached out, and ran a hand down Caera’s back. Instant rumbling purrs from her, and she smiled at him with her single eye. She leaned toward him, breasts rubbing across Latia’s body, and kissed him. He kissed her back, nose nudging against hers and her subtle snout, and muscles he’d been clenching for days finally rexed.

  Caera lowered her head and set it on the bnkets beside Latia’s. “Sleep.”

  “Sleep, right.” David nodded and looked around some more. Twilight was here. All they had to do was close their eyes and they could sleep.

  None of them closed their eyes.

  Laoko smiled at him and sat on the bnkets as well, Jes between her and Dao. She y on her side, facing him, her two left arms to the bnkets, two right arms on her side and hip. Maybe she was a telepath, trying to read his mind? She could be, with the way she kept her red and bck eyes on him. And even unaroused, her enormous breasts pulled down into teardrop shapes.

  Caera poked him in the chest. “Sleep.”

  He looked back to the tregeera. She still had Latia trapped underneath her, and the way her huge breasts squashed against Latia’s tiny frame, spreading around the little grem’s body and the bnkets, was mesmerizing.

  He didn’t want to sleep. Every night for a while now, they went to sleep, and that was it. He didn’t want to do that tonight.

  He got on his knees beside Caera, and ran his hand down her naked back again. More growls and purrs from the tiger, and she looked back at him, Latia still trapped underneath her.

  “David?” she asked.

  He ran his hands up through her tendril hair, and she melted into his touch. He ran both his hands down her back, pushed hard on pces he knew were stiff on her muscur body, and she went limp and squashed Latia again. He wrapped her thick tail with his arms, hugged it to the side of his body, and tugged on the bck spikes lining its top. She wagged it, pulling his weight from side to side, but he fought against it, like a man wrestling a giant fish.

  And god damn, that thick tail was attached to the most amazing ass. Caera had more muscle than the other girls, still feminine and curvy, but she had a firmness to everything, ass included. A round, hard, hypnotizing ass. He spped it. It rippled.

  “David,” she said, wiggling her butt, all the while keeping Latia trapped under her chest. “What’s gotten into you?”

  “Full belly.” Not that he could ever truly be full, apparently, but he wasn’t hungry anymore. “I feel… I feel… like I want to touch you.”

  She ughed. “That’s all it takes?”

  “Hey, it takes a lot to settle my hunger. I’m feeling… good. My fingers don’t ache.” She knew he meant the inner ones. “And I really… really want to touch you.”

  The aura inside him woke up.

  Caera squirmed. “Moriah’s watching.”

  He cast a gnce up at the angel. Not watching. If anything, she was doing her best to pretend everything and everyone didn’t exist.

  Fuck her. He’d been nothing but nice to her. And he wasn’t going to let the horrible woman get in the way of him spending quality sex time with the best things that’d ever happened to him.

  “She can close her eyes and cover her ears for all I care.”

  Daoka nodded, chirped, turned her head and set her eyeless gaze on him, small smile growing. He smiled back, and shifted around the bnkets to get behind Caera. Without prompting from her, she spread her knees, and her legs half spyed out. Her giant tail was in the way, but it was fun to wrestle with it, and he grinned as he put it on his shoulder.

  David kept the aura low, exercising some self control, but he made sure the hidden vibrations pulsed out through the room, warm and tingling. It wouldn’t be very nice to put anything on Moriah, so he concentrated and made sure the aura was light and didn’t go far; he was getting better at controlling it. And maybe it was just an infted sense of ego, but he kinda felt like he wouldn’t really need to use it. The girls wanted to fuck him. He wanted to fuck them.

  But the aura did help speed things up a bit, and with so many dies, that was probably a good thing.

  ~~???~~

  Latia peeked her head up over Caera’s shoulder, big eyes sparkling with growing hunger, but Caera pinned her down. Her wings fluttered, and Caera pushed her up further on the bnkets and hooked her little legs over Caera’s shoulders. She lowered her head, and Latia sat up with another squeak and an outright moan as the tiger pressed her head down against the grem’s pussy. David couldn’t see the details with Caera’s head blocking everything, but from how Latia’s eyes were staring down, and her mouth, full of shark teeth, was literally hanging open, Caera had shoved her entire tongue into the grem.

  Much as David wanted to watch that, he looked down at Caera’s spread legs. With her on her stomach, her pussy faced out toward him, her clitoris on the bnkets. Everything grew redder by the second, and David groaned, eyes locked on the softening lips of Caera’s pussy.

  He slipped out of his toga, and it poofed out of existence. Neat. He rubbed his hands up and down the sides of Caera’s tail, slipped a hand lower, and teased his fingertips along her red, almost pink slit. She rumbled, almost growled onto Latia’s pussy, and the little dy whimpered again. And because hooking the grem’s legs over her shoulders wasn’t enough, Caera grabbed Latia’s wrists and pinned them to the bnkets. Poor girl was utterly trapped, unable to escape Caera’s tongue, while David took his sweet time teasing the tiger’s lips.

  He slipped a finger lower, between her clit and the bnkets, and gently massaged. Caera stirred. He stroked her smooth pussy’s lips with his other fingers, and she stirred a little more. He grabbed her ass, squeezed the meat of it, sank his fingers into the firm curves of it, and shivered. Laughing, Caera lifted her head, let little Latia suck in some much needed air, and she grinned over her shoulder at him and shook her ass. It jiggled, but with how much of it was muscle, it was a short-lived, hard jiggle.

  He lowered his fingers back to her lips and slipped them into her. Wetness awaited them, earning some growling purrs from Caera, and she aimed the sounds down at her grem prey and again devoured the tiny creature’s pussy. Mewls and whimpers filled the room as poor Latia came quickly, only for Caera to give her no break. And the more Latia squeaked, the more Caera’s tight, warm insides squeezed on David’s fingers. He barely had to do anything, and her juices leaked down, joining his thumb along her clit.

  He kept up the pace on her clitoris, spreading her juices around and around to soak the nub and her lips. Caera set the exhausted Latia aside, grabbed Lasca — the Las had gotten in line — and threw her on her back, as well. Squeaks and mewls followed. Growls joined them, David pushing down against Caera’s g-spot with two fingers, and squashing it down against the bnkets rapid fire. Soaking wet already, her juices leaked out of her, drowned his hand, trickled down her lips and mons, and wet the bnkets. He didn’t slow down, and pounded his fingers down against her insides as hard as he could for a solid minute straight, making the pile of silk shake with him.

  She clenched hard, lifted her head, and wrapped her tail around his torso, blocking him.

  “You… that was… rough.” She smiled at him, purring and rumbling, and wiggled her ass as her body quivered. “You’re feisty tely.”

  “Am I?”

  “Yeah, you are. I like that.” Nodding, she licked her fangs. “I loved it when you yelled at Moriah earlier.”

  “You did?”

  “Yes. You should do that more often. You’re good at yelling.”

  The angel snorted from her perch. “You’re all animals.”

  David smiled up at the mostly-out-of-view angel. Maybe she was right. Right now, he didn’t care.

  Daoka slipped in closer, got side by side with Caera on her stomach, and held out her hands. Laara giggled and got on her butt in front of the satyr, and adopted the same position as Lasca and Caera. And without so much as a word or noise, Acelina, already on her stomach beside Caera, grabbed Laria, y the busty little grem out, and devoured her pussy, too.

  David gulped. A girl in front of him, eating another girl out. A girl on his left, doing the same. A girl on his right, doing the same. The three little dies all mewled and moaned, going up and down through orgasm highs as the demonesses buried long tongues inside their tiny pussies.

  He couldn’t take anymore. With Caera distracted with hear new meal, her tail rexed, and he was free to shift, grab his cock, and aim the growing appendage at the tiger’s soaked slit. Unable to stop moving, she rubbed her clit against the bnkets, humping it as she waited for him, soaking the silk.

  “By Lilith,” Laoko said, and she crawled over to David. Crawled, literally, using her knees and four hands, and her enormous breasts swayed underneath her. Coming at him like some sort of sexy centipede, she parked by Acelina’s legs but faced him, sat on her knees, and stared down at his growing cock. Her two higher hands grabbed her own breasts, and her two lower ran cws along her inner thighs, while her eyes drifted around his body.

  “Yeah,” Jes said, and she straddled Dao’s legs beside David’s other side. “His body has a lot of weird quirks, and we don’t know why. Creating a giant sex aura no one can resist? That’s just the tip of the iceberg.”

  “He’s not human.”

  “Hey!” David gred up at Laoko, but she smiled and gestured down to his growing cock. It was growing, getting rger and rger by the moment.

  “How big can it grow?”

  He squirmed. “I… don’t know. Seems to just listen to me when I tell it to grow, that I want to fit someone, or fill them, and—”

  Laoko licked her fangs and leaned in close, eyes roaming his body. “That aura is… it’s… tingling through me.” She squeezed her breasts, softness spilled over her hands, and her swollen nipples jutted out between her fingers. Her two lower hands snuck between her thighs and caressed the tetrad’s pussy, but all details were hidden behind finger and cw.

  He almost apologized for the aura, but Caera growled back at him.

  “Hurry up!” The way she looked at him, single eye wide, mouth half open, was gasoline on a fire.

  His aura exploded. He buried the room in heat, far more heat than he pnned, but seeing Caera beg, hearing the way her normally solid voice melted, sent heat through his body. He set his gns on her pussy, inched his knees closer, grabbed her hips, and smmed into her.

  Jes and Laoko moaned. Caera sucked in a breath, and trembling, set her mouth back on her little Las pussy. The other girls probably would have focused on enjoying themselves if they’d been fucking David, but Caera seemed determined to pleasure Lasca while getting fucked. Maybe she liked the challenge.

  David’s cock continued to grow, and he stayed buried balls deep inside the tiger as it did. He grabbed her ass, squeezed, sank his fingers into the meat of her cheeks again, and pushed them around side to side, all so he could enjoy the way their firmness jiggled against him. Her huge tail rested on his shoulder, and it twitched every so often as he filled the tiger up, stretching her pussy deeper into her body.

  Jes sighed, watching him penetrate Caera, same as Laoko. She spped her girlfriend’s ass, too, and Dao lifted her head and chirped back at her, smiling.

  “David’s been focusing on Caera a lot tely,” Jes said. “Poor Dao’s being neglected.”

  David froze. “I… um…”

  Laughing, the gargoyle slipped a wing around him and half hugged his back.

  “You can make it up to her after. For now, look at this.” She spped Caera’s closer ass cheek, a lot harder than David would have. Much as Dao had huge curves and a touch of softness to her, Caera was firm. It took a hard sp to get a rge, proper jiggle, and David sucked in a breath as Caera squeezed on him hard. Juices trickled out of her and wet his testicles where they nudged against the bnkets and her clit.

  Caera growled into Lasca, and the La mewled and melted back on the bnkets, body limp and legs on the tiger’s shoulders.

  “I’m… looking,” David said between winces, eyes locked on Caera’s clenching lips.

  “Can you… grow bigger?” Laoko asked.

  “I think so? I uh… this is… pretty big.”

  “She’s a tregeera. She could fuck a child of the Old Ones and be fine. I’m sure.” Licking her lips, Laoko leaned in toward him, guided Caera’s tail off his shoulder onto her p instead, and set two of her hands on his back. So close, her left breast pressed to his shoulder, and the enormous pillow buried it. “I’ve never seen such a… curious wonder. Can you… indulge me? I want to see how… how much you can fill her.”

  “Yeah,” Jes said, kneading Dao’s ass with one hand, and holding his leg with the other. “Just… fucking wreck her.”

  Even if he’d said no, his body did what it wanted, and it filled Caera. His cock grew thicker, longer, and Lao and Jes both groaned as his girth spread Caera’s clenching slit apart. They couldn’t see, but he could feel it stretch her inward, press against her abs and the bnkets she y on, until the tiger couldn’t stretch anymore.

  Caera lifted her head and looked back at him, mouth open, panting, long tongue almost hanging out. She set Lasca aside — she was done, too — and let her head go limp on the bnkets. Limp, shivering, and clenching hard, more of Caera’s juices drenched him.

  He grabbed her hips and smmed into her. Tight friction buried every inch of his cock, soaked heat letting his thick girth push past her clenching muscles, until he buried every inch inside her. His testicles spped the soft bnkets between her thighs, and her ass jiggled with each impact. Caera was so much heavier than him, but she had her legs spread, with some of her weight on her knees, making it easy for him to pull her toward him, and more easy for him to drive his body forward into her.

  Everyone watched. Dao set her little La aside, so did Acelina, and they both turned and watched the tiger between them moan into the bnkets. The Las y in a dog pile on top of the mountain, quivering and hugging each other, content with their quick orgasms. But Caera would take longer to be satisfied.

  She pushed her weight up on her elbows, arched her back, and half hugged him with her tail again as she cmped down. Her head fell forward, dangled between her shoulders, and again she went limp on the bnkets. Her insides bathed him in random clenches, muscles spasms that worked up and down his length, and a new coating of hot juices drenched him.

  The squeezing and squirming was too much, and he slowed his thrusts as the tingling bliss of orgasm shocks ran from tip to testicles. The first gush of cum of the night, and it filled Caera instantly, squirted out from between her taut, pink pussy lips and his cock, and soaked his pelvis and her thighs.

  He stayed there for a while, gently shifting his hips and letting her milk the st of his orgasm, while the tiger’s tail rested against his side and over his right arm. With it mostly up and out of the way, he was free to py with her ass more, knead it, mold its firmness against his fingers, and sp it. Jes joined in, quietly ughing into his ear as she spped Caera with a good degree more force than he did. Instant clenches, and David shivered again.

  Laoko stood up. David blinked up at her, and half coughed when she grabbed his arms and lifted up him and away. His cock slid free, and Caera rexed on the bnkets again, legs still half spread, empty pussy gushing cum onto where he’d been kneeling.

  “H-Hey…”

  His cock wasn’t hard enough to stick out straight; way too big and heavy. It arced down and forward, and Laoko stared at the absurd length before looking him in the eye.

  “That… is bigger than a tetrad’s cock, unmarked.”

  “Is it? I mean… I dunno, I—”

  “Hey,” Jes said. “Give him here.”

  Chuckling, Laoko knelt between Caera’s legs, handed him to Jes, and Jes set him down on Dao’s thighs. The riiva satyr y on her stomach, nudging shoulders with Caera, and she chirped back at him and wiggled her hips.

  His cum-soaked cock y across her huge ass, and beside and between her various back spikes.

  “Still hard,” Laoko said, licking her fangs. “How delightful.”

  “Of course he is,” Jes said. “Much as everyone gets all crazy about David’s weird Hell-maniputing abilities, Dao and I know it all started with this damn aura of his, and this ridiculous cock.” With an evil grin, Jes pushed on his chest and guided him back until the tip of his cock slid down Dao’s ass cheeks, rested on the bnkets, and his gns nudged against her pussy and clit. Just like Caera before, except she was already wet.

  “And,” Jes continued, “I think you’ve been spending too much time with the other girls. You’re Dao’s pet, remember?”

  “Sorry, I—”

  She spped his ass with her tail, grabbed his cock, and guided it against Dao’s pussy. Dao spread her legs a bit more, chirped, and trilled. He crept forward, and the riiva clicked and mewled as his thick gns opened the girl up.

  His cock changed shape. Dao was only a few inches over six feet. Tall, but not nearly as tall as Caera. He didn’t want to hurt her. But he did want to fill her.

  Both Jes and Laoko teased their cws along his girth, drew lines in his cum, and danced fingertips along his veins, all while he eased his length into Dao. Her chirps and mewls were perfect, high pitched, happy, and quivering. She pushed herself toward him with her elbows, and when his gns pressed against her deepspot, she ground and twisted her hips from side to side, helping him stretch her deeper and deeper. Bnket and angle hiding everything, he could still feel his girth push out against her belly and into the bnkets she y on.

  She took him to the hilt, and half chirped, half purred, a trilling sound. But she wasn’t done. She pressed her chest to the mountain of bnkets, grabbed some, dug her elbows in, and with the leverage, ground her huge ass left and right. Continuous friction, soaking wet and almost sizzling hot, buried every inch of him, and his swollen gns drowned in her depths as she pushed her ass against him. It was almost a p dance. He was leaning forward to keep himself balls deep in her, one hand against the bnkets beside her, and he used his other to sink his fingers into the meat of her ass, too.

  Sp. It rippled. Dao was just as curvy and slim as Caera, but softer, and her ass jiggled for an eternity as the wriggling satyr clenched tighter. He spped again, and again Dao squeezed hard. He pulled his hips back, thrust into his owner, and the satyr melted into the bnkets as her ass bounced back and forth toward her lower back. He pushed her cheeks forward, groaned at the sight of them and how the two mounds nearly reached her back spikes. And he thrust again, rapid fire, both hands on the bnkets so he could half thrust, half bounce on the beautiful woman underneath him.

  Her juices soaked him.

  “Wait,” Jes said. Grinning with some devious plot in her eyes, Jes leaned down, nudged his arm aside, and pried Dao’s huge ass apart. He knelt back, half his length still inside her, and Jes licked her fangs as she brought her lips to Dao’s ass cheeks. Face between them, she stuck her long, long tongue out, and sank it into Dao’s ass.

  Dao squeaked and pushed up onto her elbows, but Jes pushed her down with a free hand, earning another squeak from the riiva. It wasn’t long before Dao was wriggling, twisting her hips about, trying to get more of David into her, and more of Jes, too.

  “You will never penetrate her deeply in such a way.”

  Everyone looked at Acelina. The nine-foot spire mother crawled over to them, heavy breasts and wet nipples swaying underneath her, and she knelt behind David. Behind became borderline hug as she slid in closer until her stomach pressed against his back, and her massive breasts rested on his shoulders. Dao had to spread her legs extra wide to fit two pairs of knees between her thighs.

  Jes raised a brow but sat back and let Acelina have her way. Both her and Lao watched the spire mother, and David dared not move an inch with the angry woman pressing her body to his. Her long, smooth tail slid around him, stuck forward from under his arm, and circled his cock. Prehensile. He shivered, stared down at the long red appendage wrapping his length, and released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding when she let his cock go.

  Tail now soaked in his cum, she pressed the tip against Dao’s asshole, and pushed it in.

  Again, Dao pushed up and stared back at them, mouth wide. But the more inches Acelina sank into Dao’s body, the more the satyr lost her strength. Her arms gave out, she colpsed, and all she managed was some trilling clicks as more than just David filled her insides.

  Someone else was inside her. And each inch Acelina sank her tail into Dao’s perfect ass, meant more meat inside her fighting for space. More friction and pressure drowned his cock, and he groaned down at the satyr, eyes locked on the way Acelina’s tail spread Dao’s ass further and further apart the more tail she worked into her. Unlike his cock, her tail continuously grew thicker, spreading Dao’s ass even more. It never grew as thick as David’s girth, but it was longer, and Dao squealed into the bnkets as the meat inside her began to turn to fit her insides.

  Acelina was filling up her guts. It was enough to have both Laoko and Jes groan, and the tetrad masturbated with three hands: one for bance, two of her breasts, one for her slit.

  “Forward,” the spire mother said, voice dark and hungry, and she pushed David’s shoulders. No argument here. He slid forward and again leaned over Dao so he could bury every st inch into her. His pelvis pressed against her ass, but Acelina stayed right behind him, stomach to his back, and she bent her tail up so it lined Dao’s ass crack and didn’t get caught between him and her.

  Eventually, Acelina stopped. How many feet of tail was that? It had to be at least two. It didn’t matter. Dao mewled and squirmed, and her ass jiggled around the tail running up along her lower back. Her cheeks jiggled, bouncing around in circles as David fucked her, practically spping his hips with each thrust. Everything was so tight, and each inch removed dragged out a sliver of her pink insides, only to disappear back into her in a wet mess when he thrust forward. And the pressure inside her from Acelina’s tail meant each thrust took effort. He had to fight to get inside her.

  The tingling warmth of cum pouring up his length slowed him, and the waves of bliss sent shivers through him. He slowed the rhythm, but kept his thrusts hard, slowly pulling out half his length before driving his body back down and forward, straight into the girl’s ass cheeks. His testicles spped her clit and the soft, drenched bnkets, and Dao melted into the mountain of softness as he pumped cum into her stretched slit.

  Acelina sighed, and unless he was crazy, that was a happy sigh. She slid her cws up and down his chest, pulled him back until he knelt back between her thighs, back to her stomach, and she teased her cws around his throat. Only half his cock stayed in Dao, but Acelina was content to keep working her tail in and out of the satyr, and Dao trembled. Legs spread, cum squirting out of the tight grip of her pussy lips, she came again, and clenched on David’s cock as Acelina fucked her guts.

  “I… um…” He gulped, somehow tore his eyes away from Dao’s ass, and looked up at Acelina. From below, all he could see was her bck jawline, until she pulled her head back a bit and aimed her bck, smooth, featureless face down at him.

  And then she smiled, a little thing, but it exposed how wide her smile was, and how many shark teeth hid within. When she didn’t show her mouth, Acelina always had the ‘wearing a bck veil’ kinda look to her. When she smiled, she looked like a monster. A very sexy monster.

  They stayed where they were, and everyone watched Acelina fuck Dao’s ass with her tail. She sank more inches into the satyr’s guts, found a perfect rhythm, and Dao came again. Damn, Acelina was good.

  “I’m surprised,” he said, still looking up at her as he pulled his cock out of Dao.

  Acelina tilted her head. “About what?”

  “I…” No, don’t ruin it. If he said something about her change in attitude, she’d probably shove him away. Smiling, he reached around, took one of her cwed hands, and he turned around. “Hey, can you take charge?”

  “What?”

  A little more than fire burned in his belly, apparently. He y on his back between Dao and Caera, body squished between theirs, Acelina’s hand still in his. With his free hand, he guided his cock up onto his chest, let it y across his abs and body, and waited.

  “I know you like being in charge,” he said.

  “What demon doesn’t?” She gestured to Laoko and Jeskura. Laoko still knelt between Caera’s legs, eyes on David, while Jes sat beside Dao and casually rubbed her clit as she watched him. And much as the gargoyle probably didn’t want to admit her, her eyes were on Acelina and her dripping nipples, too.

  Clicking between gasps, Dao rolled over, faced David, and snuggled up to him, breasts pnted against his arm and nudging against his cock. She kissed his cheek, gently stroked his abs underneath his length, and gestured to Acelina.

  “Well, little riiva, not everyone is as soft as you.” With a heavy scoff, Acelina straddled David’s legs. “You think I will fuck you simply because you ask?”

  Why was it so damn fun to watch Acelina struggle between annoyance with David and her horniness? He flexed his cock, it jumped lightly on Dao’s hand, and she chirped and giggled.

  “I am a spire mother,” she said. “And you are unworthy of my breasts.”

  David held up his hands in surrender, but before he could say anything, Acelina turned around, knelt around his legs, reached underneath her, and grabbed his cock. Gring back at him over her shoulder with her eyeless, bnk canvas face, she set the soaked gns on her ass under her thin tail, and pressed it against her asshole. Why Acelina defaulted to anal sex, he had no idea. But she growled, annoyed, and moaned, as she lowered herself onto him, and her ass spread around his girth.

  She took her time, dipping her hips left and right as she lowered her huge ass onto his pelvis, and his body responded, cock growing rge again, rger than it’d been when fucking Caera. With a sultry moan it almost sounded like she didn’t want to make, Acelina pnted her ass on his pelvis and hips, and sat up straight, her hands on her thighs. All he could see was her giant ass on his body, her asshole spread around his growing thickness, and the base of her wet tail gently slithering left and right on his abs, chest, shoulders. It was plenty long and went way past his head, but she was kind enough to not whack him in the face.

  She scoffed back at him and whacked him in the face with it. Ow. Also, wet with his cum. He winced and wiped it off his forehead and cheek.

  She chuckled. It even sounded a little pyful. Nodding, she stretched out her arms, and her wings, blocking David’s view of everything as the long, thin, leathery drapes covered all. Jes had big wings. Moriah had big wings, or wing. But Acelina’s wings, thin as they were, were enormous, and she sighed and softly moaned as she hooked them on her shoulders, let them dangle like two capes, and ground her hips around and around. Her sphincter clenched, her guts rearranging to fit his length, subtle curves from her insides wrapping around his girth the deeper he went.

  Laoko sat up, knelt in front of Acelina, grinned at the spire mother, and peeked at David over Acelina’s shoulder.

  “You’re filling her to near bursting,” she said.

  “He is not,” Acelina said, growling at the busty tetrad in front of her.

  “Yes, he is.”

  David couldn’t see it, but he felt it, pressure on his cock. Laoko was pressing on Acelina’s belly.

  “Begone,” Acelina said, “I am—”

  “As beautiful as I remember.”

  Acelina pulled her head back. “What?”

  Chuckling, Laoko leaned in until she almost touched foreheads with the spire mother.

  “I have visited Death’s Grip and its spire many times in my long life, zotiva. I met you once, oh so long ago. You were the most haughty of your kin, loud, and dare I say, appealing.”

  Acelina leaned back as if she could escape the tetrad, and pnted both her palms on David’s shoulders. Oh god, heavy, oh god.

  “I… can barely remember such a time. That was centuries ago. That was you?”

  “A long time, indeed.” And with an evil chuckle that sounded all too much like Acelina’s, Laoko lowered her head, and disappeared from view.

  Something wet and warm slid along David’s thighs, nudged along his testicles, and disappeared. Acelina sucked in a breath and grabbed the tetrad’s shoulders. Or, probably grabbed her shoulders, wings in the way and all that.

  “How dare you! I did not say you could lick me! That is… not… for…” Acelina’s angry voice faded, and shivers worked through her body. Her wings fell from her shoulders, went limp, spread out over Dao and Caera, and finally exposed how Laoko’s two upper arms had snuck around Acelina’s hips to hold her. And her two lower arms snuck up, too, and grabbed Acelina’s ass.

  Laoko was strong. She held the enormous demoness tight and ground her around on David faster than Acelina had alone. Helpless, Acelina leaned forward and clutched the four-armed woman’s four giant horns, but that was all. She panted, body trembling, and giant ass rippling as Laoko changed grind to bounce. Not big bounces, Laoko never pulling her face away from between Acelina’s thighs, but big enough for a couple inches of David’s cock to slip free of the spire mother’s clenching asshole, and for her curving insides to stroke his length.

  Acelina had been in charge a whole two minutes before Laoko took it from her. And judging from the sounds, Acelina was loving it. She mewled, and Jes’s eyes went wide, doing a double take before locking eyes with David. ‘Holy shit,’ she mouthed.

  Ceara snuggled into his side, too, close enough her jaw rested on his shoulder, and she set a hand on his abs beside Dao’s. The two dies ran their fingertips between the indents of his muscle, both watching the way Acelina’s round ass jiggled with each bounce, the way her tail shook, and how Laoko made the spire mother dance on him.

  Another wave of heat poured up his length. Acelina gasped and looked back to David, mouth open and sharp teeth exposed, but only little sounds escaped her as he pumped cum into her guts. He wanted to fill her, and his body obliged, pouring gallons of thick white into her insides, while the spire mother bounced on his cock at the control of a much rger, much stronger demon. White leaked out from her clenching asshole, first as droplets but soon as thick lines that leaked down onto his abs, and Caera and Dao both ran their fingers through the cum and spread it along his skin.

  Laoko sat up at st, and Acelina sucked in some desperate pants.

  “Forgive me, Acelina,” she said, and she scooted in a little closer. “But I want to say… Well, perhaps a conversation for another time.” With another evil, subtle grin, she set two hands on Acelina’s hips again, while her two higher hands reached under Acelina’s arms, behind her, found the arms of the spire mother’s wings, and gently lifted and spread them. It was practically a hug. And from so close, the tetrad’s enormous breasts squashed against Acelina’s. Arms and wings up and out of the way, David could see them press to each other, mold against each other, and push out to the sides of their torsos. Droplets of milk fell from the heavy pillows.

  Laoko grinned at David from over Acelina — so damn tall — and spped both the spire mother’s ass cheeks, at once, hard. Acelina outright squealed, and her insides cmped like a vise.

  “You are… behaving… too familiar with me,” Acelina said. “I am a zotiva. I am to be respected.”

  “I am being too familiar. But after watching this group, I have to say, something about this silly little dynamic is so… infatuating. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you fed the Las, Acelina. How you didn’t hesitate to pleasure them. How you let them snuggle with you. I think”—she ground her body side to side, causing their breasts to mold over each other in changing shapes—“that you actually enjoy being soft, and not in control.”

  “How dare you. I—”

  Laoko turned her around. Acelina gasped again, but she was powerless. Caera was smaller than Acelina by almost a foot, but stronger. Laoko was taller than Acelina by a foot, and much, much stronger. Four arms, too, and she used them, easily turning the demoness around and sitting her on David, facing him.

  Acelina’s stomach bulged, both from the shape of his cock filling her, but the buckets of cum he’d pumped into her guts. Dao and Caera moaned.

  The tetrad, straddling David’s legs, slid in close, pressed her stomach to Acelina’s back like Acelina had to David earlier, and reached under her arms. Her two lower hands found Acelina’s hips again, and her two upper hands cupped Acelina’s breasts from underneath. And with squeezing, massaging motions, she drew her fingers along their contours, and milked the demoness.

  White lines gently squirted from the two huge mounds, and spshed on David’s chest.

  “You may enjoy treating this unmarked as some sort of boy toy you can bully,” Laoko said, “but that must be difficult, when your body is so sensitive.” She pushed her hips forward, ground her pelvis into Acelina’s ass, and forced the spire mother to shift on David’s cock. Spread thighs meant David could see Acelina’s smooth, empty pussy, and how drenched its lips were.

  This whole thing had taken an unexpected twist. David had been all too happy to let Acelina take charge and enjoy herself. But seeing the spire mother cum her brains out because a bigger, stronger demon was overpowering her, was amazing. David stared. Caera and Jes stared. Dao stared, somehow. Everyone watched, hypnotized, as Laoko used two hands to make Acelina grind on David’s cock, and milked her breasts with her other two. Deep, long, slow squeezes of her hands, sliding over the enormous curves of the spire mother’s teardrop, heavy breasts, and each squeeze the tetrad aimed down at David. Some it nded it in his mouth, and he licked it off his lips. Sweet.

  Dao and Caera leaned in, and licked some milk off his chest. Holy fuck.

  Acelina came again. She squirmed in Laoko’s grip, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Wriggling on David’s cock, she looked down at the bulge pressing out against her belly, and her mouth opened. Shark teeth only slightly visible, a hint of her tongue hung from between them, and she held Laoko’s wrists as the tetrad worked her around and around. They all knew Acelina enjoyed anal, but there was something about the way Laoko milked her that had the spire mother quivering. And seeing the giant demon being controlled by a demon much rger than her was hypnotic.

  David came again. Dao and Caera purred into his ear, but both watched the busty demoness writhe and bounce on his cock, at the mercy of the bolstara tetrad. Smiling over Acelina’s head and horns, Laoko leaned forward, forcing Acelina to lean forward as well, and she continued to milk the woman. Acelina’s heavy breasts hung over him, and she pressed both hands against the bnkets past his head as Laoko milked her straight onto David’s neck and mouth. The warm liquid spshed his chin, and Dao and Caera’s, earning some giggles, and they licked the sweet milk from him and each other.

  All the while, his cum poured up into Acelina’s insides, filling her, pushing out her belly as the warm liquid fought for space against his cock, and Acelina’s tongue hung out further. It only got worse when Laoko let go of a hip, and used the lower hand to py with Acelina’s clit. She wasn’t gentle. Acelina’s body clenched, head to hoof, and her insides cmped down on David’s cock, almost halting his cum. But Laoko was relentless, forcing Acelina to bounce and grind on him while milking her prey, and pressing her own enormous breasts snug to Acelina’s back.

  Her pussy leaked juices, warmer than her milk, almost hot, and the zotiva colpsed forward. If not for Laoko, she would have breast-pnted straight onto David’s face, but Laoko pulled her back to sitting upright. More than upright, she pulled her back until she leaned back against Laoko’s stomach and breasts, and Acelina’s arms hung limp at her sides.

  “My my,” Laoko said. “She truly is sensitive. I think this spire mother finds the little unmarked boy more stimuting than she’d like to admit.”

  “She does?” David asked. His orgasm finally slowed down, and his eyes drifted down Acelina’s panting body, her heavy, wet breasts cupped in Laoko’s palms, and her belly bulging with his cock and cum. Bulging a lot, borderline pregnant, with two loads filling her.

  Laoko stared down at it, too, and while forever pying with Acelina’s breasts, her two lower hands were free, and she pressed them against the stomach bulge. Acelina moaned, and thick waves of white leaked out from between her squeezing sphincter and his cock.

  Laoko licked her lips. “I don’t bme her. I had no idea your body was so… adept at fucking demons.”

  “I uh, I mean…”

  “And that aura is persistent.” Sighing happily, Laoko stood up.

  Acelina almost fell back, but she pnted her palms on David’s knees, and with thighs spread, she stayed leaning back as she caught her breath. Juices trickled from her empty, clenching pussy, and her heavy breasts half fttened against her chest with the angle.

  Dao clicked up at Laoko and gestured to her.

  “I think another time,” Laoko said, and she ran her four hands down her breasts and body. “I snuck a quick orgasm for myself earlier. I am satisfied, for now. I much more enjoyed seeing this zotiva enjoy herself.”

  Acelina snorted, mouth closed and tongue and shark teeth hidden again.

  “I didn’t say you could touch me so.”

  “You did, actually. But of course, I knew you wouldn’t say it out loud. Just like the zotiva I remember oh so long ago. A brat.” Chuckling, Laoko sat by Caera’s tail, but her eyes were completely locked on Acelina and David. “I didn’t expect the boy to be capable of this. I am afraid I will do more things to you, Acelina, next time.”

  Acelina groaned, and pulled herself back. Slowly. Body quivering, she inched back between David’s legs until his cock slipped free, and a flood of cum gushed from her ass onto the bnkets.

  Everyone panted quietly in the silence and post sex aftermath.

  Jes stood over David and gred down at him. “Uh, what about me, asshole?”

  ~~???~~

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  After Jes was satisfied, he offered to Laoko. She declined. Maybe she didn’t feel comfortable putting down her guard yet, even if she felt comfortable getting handsy with Acelina.

  The Las recovered from their post-sex naps, climbed down the mountain of bnkets, and found someone to cuddle with. Latia and Laria sat around Acelina’s thighs and rested on them. Hooves stuck together. Lasca and Laara sat with Jes and pyed with her wings. Talons stuck together? It was hard to predict who the Las would py with. They didn’t discriminate who’d be the target of their antics.

  David sat with Dao beside him, and Caera’s head on his p. Laoko sat nearby, subtle smile forever teasing, at least until she peeked up at the angel.

  Moriah. Fucking christ, he’d forgotten about her. The aura didn’t affect only those nearby. It got him, too.

  But Moriah wasn’t looking. She had her eyes closed and was sitting back against the wall and on the floor of her elevated ptform, almost out of sight. Either she’d slept through their orgy, or she didn’t want to talk about it.

  “I got carried away,” he said. “That… was pretty fucking insensitive of me, wasn’t it?”

  “Perhaps.” Laoko shrugged and gently ran some cws down her body. Still partly aroused, her heavy breasts hung like teardrops. And they were still wet with Acelina’s milk.

  Right. Milk. That’s what Latia and Laria were up to. Much as Acelina made a small showing of brushing them aside, the little Las were persistent, and Acelina sighed and let the two girls suckle her breasts. They cheered and buried their faces in her bosom; the tits were more than big enough to completely hide their faces in softness. And once the other Las realized Acelina was letting them, they came to her, too. Four little dies, all sucking on her breasts. And Acelina even sighed, the happy kind of sigh.

  Much as David wanted to watch, maybe even get horny again and have a taste, now he couldn’t stop noticing the angel. God, she’d probably hated every moment of listening to that.

  “I should—”

  Laoko shook her head. “She’s an angel. Heaven is a non-stop orgy. Some sex in her presence hardly warrants an apology. And besides, I am sure she’d prefer to be left alone.”

  David looked up at the ptform and sighed. Dao clicked in his ear, nodded in Moriah’s direction, and shook her head. No transtion needed. Leave the angel alone.

  “Fine.” Sighing, he y back. Dao snuggled to his right, and Ceara slid up so she could full-body snuggle his left.

  “You knew Zel well?” Jes asked, stepping over David on her way to Acelina. But the question was aimed at Laoko.

  “Not as well as Azailia.”

  “But you still knew her?”

  Laoko nodded, eyes down in that ‘digging through memories’ way. She lifted her head enough to smile at Acelina, sit closer to her so they almost touch thighs, and set her eyes on the four Las rubbing on and suckling on Acelina. Something about the spire mother intrigued the bolstara tetrad.

  “I did,” Laoko said, voice for Jes, eyes on Acelina and the impas and grems. “A deadly, powerful bolstara.” A bolstara like her, then. David had never seen Zel face to face, but he’d seen statues of her. Four arms, hooves, four big horns, and no tail or wings, just like Laoko. Slimmer, though, like Jes.

  “She was deadly and powerful, I’ll give her that.” Jes squatted beside Laoko, though her eyes sat on Acelina, too. “You sound like you knew her back when she first took the spire.”

  “I did.”

  Jes tilted her head. So did Acelina.

  “That means,” Jes said, “that you were alive during the Spires War.”

  “I was.”

  Jes sucked in a breath. “You gotta be one of the oldest demons I’ve ever talked to.”

  Laughing, Laoko brushed her dreadlocks over her shoulder, and their ridiculous length cascaded down her chest, between her breasts, and onto her thighs. She sat in the same feminine on-hip way Acelina did, complete with thick thighs on dispy.

  “Perhaps.”

  “Then why aren’t you in a spire? Azailia probably—”

  “My past is hardly the reason we are on this journey. The unmarked seeks to save the world, so I will help him.”

  “You gotta give me at least some clue. I worked for Zel for decades, but I didn’t exactly run into random tetrads out doing their own thing. Every tetrad in Death’s Grip had a job working for Zel.”

  “Renato didn’t,” Caera said. She didn’t bother lifting her head from David’s shoulder. Maybe talk of her old friend didn’t bother her anymore?

  “He was an exception,” Jes said. She slid in a little closer to Laoko. “Timaeus said you’re Azailia’s favorite.”

  “Timaeus talks too much.”

  Acelina snorted. “Does he?” Poor Las. Acelina was done, and she brushed the little dies aside. They giggled and dove back into the bnkets, disappeared under them, and wrestled. They couldn’t give a shit about history or politics. Lucky girls.

  Laoko leaned over and ran a cw down Acelina’s wing, from cw to finger, a long drape of thin red membrane.

  “I will tell you girls this. I once lived in the spire with Azailia, and I worked for her. Is that enough to satisfy you?”

  “No.” Frowning, Jes plopped down half on Acelina’s thigh, and snuck a quick suckle.

  “How dare you!” Acelina shoved her away, but Jes wasn’t a tiny La. A lot smaller than the nine-foot spire mother, but still nearly seven feet tall and built like a lean warrior, same as Moriah. She stayed her ground, grinned up at Acelina, kissed her breast, and had another taste.

  Acelina sighed, eye-rolling implied, and she aimed her face David’s way.

  “Get your gorga under control.”

  He put up his hands in surrender. “She’s not mine. I’m hers, remember?”

  Nodding, Daoka got up and joined Jes. She chirped up at Acelina, tugged on some of the spire mother’s many bck neckces, and nuzzled her face into Acelina’s free breast. Again Acelina sighed, but without the annoyed edge, and she set both her hands on top of her own breasts; they were more than big enough. Dao giggled, took Acelina’s nipple into her mouth, and suckled.

  Laoko watched. Unlike Acelina, she very much had eyes, a mouth, a nose — mostly ft and subtle but there — and David risked a peek of her expression. Was that longing on her face? Something about seeing Jes and Dao drinking Acelina affected her.

  He didn’t get to analyze. Caera crawled on top of him, spread out her limbs over the bnkets, squashed her rge breasts against his abs, and kissed him.

  “Py with me,” she said, and set her head on the bnkets beside his.

  He slid his hands up her body, along her sides, and between her huge back spikes. No matter how hard he pressed his knuckles into the thick skin of her back, Caera liked it. With how tough all that muscle was, he could probably take a jackhammer to her spine, and she’d thank him for undoing some knots.

  He hugged her, slid his hands higher, up into her short dreadlocks, up along her bull horns, and back down her neck and back. Purring like a motor, she licked his cheek, and turned around. Heavy heavy, the tiger spun until her torso y on the bnkets between his feet, and her pelvis sat on his abs instead, legs spread. She wanted pets on her tail.

  He ran his hands along her enormous tail. It was taller than it was thicker, like an iguana’s, but way bigger than any other demon tail, and that included the bck spikes on its top. So he dug into it, too, drilled his knuckles into the meat, and stroked her spikes. She melted, and her tail went limp on his chest and over his shoulder. Little muscle twitches told him the tip was wagging, past his head and out of sight.

  All the girls were happy. The Las pyed in the bnkets. Jes and Dao enjoyed a free meal from Acelina, who made little content sighs she probably didn’t want to make. Lao watched. And Caera stayed where she was, happy to keep him pinned and indulge in him pying with her spikes.

  Moriah peeked up over the edge of her ptform, looked down, and raised a brow. Confused, maybe, by what she saw? Or just annoyed by it? Slowly, she scanned the group, moving nothing but her eyes, and they stopped on David.

  He held her gaze. No one else noticed Moriah, but as he stroked Caera’s spikes, he watched the one-winged angel, and she kept her ruby gaze on him.

  No good. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking to save his life. God, he wished Mia was here. Not for the orgy, because that’d be weird as fuck, but if he could just have some clue what thoughts were going through the angel’s head, maybe he could make better, smarter decisions. Maybe he could do a better job convincing her killing him made no sense. Maybe he could help her?

  Probably not.

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  ~~Mia~~

  Moving was hell. You weren’t supposed to move broken limbs, but after a night sleeping and a full belly — not really full, since she couldn’t actually get full apparently — she thought maybe they could get away with moving again. Mistake.

  She y on Kas’s back, bad arm and leg dangling off him. With how the shark dinosaur walked leaning far forward, she could y out mostly horizontal and let gravity keep the limbs aligned. They’d wrapped the broken parts in some leather straps, too.

  In Hell, demon bones healed and aligned naturally, as long as they got something to eat. They seemed to do that for Mia, too, but it took demons a few days before they could even try moving again. They didn’t have that long.

  The angel army hadn’t found them. They hadn’t even made a noise. If they’d nded on the swamp nearby, Mia might have felt them, but she’d felt nothing. The only oddity her sixth sense felt was Asmodeus, kilometers away now, trying to py the music and unable to make anything happen.

  An injured, broken creature, desperate to be free, to be healed, and to have Mia’s power. But he could already py the music, so he had the power? Except, not exactly. His music was much, much stronger than Mia’s, or at least it had been before he’d spent all that effort. But even when he’d summoned the tidal wave, it was a paltry, weak song, compared to the song the presence in the strings pyed. And that presence didn’t like Asmodeus.

  Why wasn’t he healed yet? No doubt he’d been eating fruit, the same way Mia had, since he could py the music too and guide the swamp’s resonance and essence. Maybe he just needed another billion years to heal?

  “We spent all that time,” Julisa said, “trapped in that cavern, when you could have freed us at any moment?”

  This again. Mia groaned, lifted her head, and aimed some angry gres at the fujara tetrad.

  “It wasn’t like that. It… It’s weird, okay? I can py some really gentle, simple stuff, and get small results. And I’m only just figuring out how to do that. But big stuff? It’s not me. It’s… it’s me, but not me. There’s something else.”

  “The ‘she’ Asmodeus mentioned,” Adron said. “Though I think we can all take a guess what ‘she’ he meant.”

  Everyone looked down.

  “You really think it’s Hell?” Mia asked.

  He shrugged. “Some people refer to Hell by she. Then again, some people refer to Lucifer by he, so who knows? All I know is, your powers — other than the runes — seem to be about maniputing Hell, controlling it, her. What else could it be?”

  Mia looked down at the bck swamp Kas strode across. Hell. Was she really talking to Hell herself? Did Hell have her own awareness, sentience, or something?

  Considering all the other crazy things that’d happened to her, it had to be true. Probably true. Maybe true. Fuck, where was David when she needed him to figure this shit out?

  “Anyway,” she said, “doing big stuff is really hard. And I can’t just… hop into the mindset to do it. And every time I do, I…” Sighing, she shook her head and set her forehead on Kas’s back. “I’ll figure it out. Just give me time, okay?”

  They wouldn’t get it. How could they? Every time she pyed the strings loud enough to summon the presence, it pulled her into the ocean currents of a living song. And each time, it was like her brain got pulled apart, some piece of her left above the surface, and another piece pulled under. Deep, where simple thoughts, primal thoughts, were so much clearer, and powerful.

  “This way,” Noah said, and he gestured ahead.

  “You sure?” Mia asked.

  “No.”

  The angels weren’t in good shape. Everyone had healed some overnight with the help of full stomachs, but not even angels healed from major wounds in less than twenty-four hours. They limped along, stumbled, got muck on their hands and clothes, but carried on. Some gross bck ooze between their fingers meant nothing when they’d already purposefully covered their wings in the dark entrails of the Bck Valley.

  She didn’t say anything about it. They’d done it of their own choice. But a little part of her ached, seeing the two handsome angels reduced to wearing their potram rune clothes — barely more than skimpy togas — while having to cover themselves in the innards of the dead. It was their wings. Angels had big wings, beautiful and vibrant, and they stuck out against the bck like shiny beacons. So the two angels doused themselves in dangling bits they dug up from the swamp, and trudged through the muck with intestines hanging off their wings. And every so often, as the bck faded, and the guts melted away, they scooped up more and repeated the process.

  Everyone had looked at the angels with a degree of fear before, but also respect, save for Vin. Now, the child of Belial looked at the two angels, and dare she think it, he looked impressed.

  Vin was in rough shape, too, and the only thing that kept him moving was how two-feet-deep swamp muck didn’t mean much to his twelve-foot height. Every step was heavy, though, and he rumbled and growled down at his body every kilometer or so. That was pain, and he was hiding it.

  “It’s probably this way,” Noah continued. “But without the sky, I cannot confirm.”

  “Can’t fly yet?” she asked.

  He flexed out his wings, and bit down a yell before it got out. His wings were still a mangled mess, and Mia winced watching them bend in pces they shouldn’t have. Azreal was no better.

  “Noah is right,” Azreal said. “I feel we head counter-clockwise.”

  “You feel?”

  “I do.”

  She raised a brow. “Um, how? I can’t feel that.” Considering her newly developing sixth sense, she’d kinda hoped it’d give her a sense of direction. Nope. It sensed things around her, but that was it, a bubble of awareness that had no inkling of what y beyond. It made it a little easier to make sure they kept going in a straight line, using the environment around her as a shifting guide post, but that was it.

  Hell needed a compass.

  Noah shrugged, and hissed regret. “Angels have a good sense of direction. We have flown the skies for centuries, and have—”

  “He’s making a decent guess,” Julisa said, growling down at the angel behind her. “But that’s it.”

  Better than nothing. They continued on.

  “The Damall,” Gallius said, coming up beside Julisa, “are probably along the Trench. I don’t know how far they’ll go without us, though. Think they’ll stop where it connects? They’ll have to deal with Vicente.”

  Julisa nodded. “Perhaps. I have not spoken to the Damall here in the Bck Valley in some time. Maybe Alessio has killed them all.”

  The amount of unknowns was infuriating. David would have exploded by now, and probably screamed at Julisa for incompetence. Her brother was normally quiet, but people being illogical and self-destructively stupid was one of his major pet peeves, and he could get furious when he let himself.

  Mia could get really angry, too, but not about logistics. And besides, the demons didn’t have phones, or homing pigeons, or any way to cross Hell’s horrible ndscape easily. Staying in regur contact with groups hundreds of kilometers away was impossible.

  “Alessio hates the Damall, right?” Mia asked.

  “Yeah,” Faust said, joining Gallius. “Every spire ruler hates the Damall. There’s no Damall group in False Gate, or the Forgotten Pce, of course, but we’ve got groups everywhere, all trying to make sure we don’t get another Belor situation.”

  “And Alessio probably knows about Romakus, right? He’s, uh, memorable.”

  Julisa ughed. “She does.”

  “And Vicente. Loyal to Alessio?”

  “Loyal enough,” Julisa said. “And votile.”

  “Then I guess we go the way Noah said, hope we find a trench that connects to the big Trench, and follow it until we get close to the Trench’s center?” Where Vicente ruled. “Since it’s our only way to navigate, I bet Romakus and Yosepha will go that way, thinking they’ll run into us, too.”

  The group nodded. Mia smiled up at Vin and Julisa, and while Julisa gave her something close to a confirming nod, Vin kept his gaze on the swamp ahead of them.

  Why did Mia care if Vin liked her pn?

  She knew why. She wasn’t some mindless kid who couldn’t take five seconds to examine her own god damn motives. Vin was a giant asshole and some stupid little part of her brain was convinced she could fix him. Luckily, she wasn’t so dumb she’d let that part make conscious decisions. Couldn’t he at least throw her a bone, some kind of nod or eye contact, something to let her know there was more going on in that thick head of his than just sex and bloodlust?

  Kas wasn’t like that. He’d seemed like it at first, just a stoic asshole, but there was definitely more going on in his skull than he liked letting on. Maybe she could learn more about him.

  “Kas,” she said, “tell me a story.”

  Kas grunted and clicked once.

  Adron came in beside him. “A story of what?” he asked her.

  “No no, I want Kas to tell me.”

  Kas grunted. “No.”

  “Come on, please?”

  Laughing, Adron poked her good leg with his tail. “You know Kas doesn’t like talking. Maybe if you spoke Hellian, but even then.”

  “Do eyeless demons really have trouble seeing if they speak Estian?”

  “They do. Something about their strange heads being connected to the throat. Hellian bothers it less.” He poked Kas with his tail, too, but the big guy only grunted.

  “Demon evolution is weird,” she said.

  It was Faust’s turn to ugh. “Demons evolved?”

  “Good point.” Sighing, she looked at Adron and smiled. “Tell me about Kas.”

  “About Kas? Why not about me?”

  “Because I can get you to talk about you whenever I want. You like talking.”

  The vrat smiled. “I do.” The smile wasn’t as bright as it’d been a month ago, though. He didn’t talk as much as he used to. “A story about Kas, huh?”

  Kas grumbled.

  “How about,” Adron said, “the time you got into a fight with a devorjin over a betrayer?”

  Kas grunted.

  “Perfect. There once was a time Kas got into a fight with a brute. The brute had a betrayer boy he’d been abusing. This was before Kas worked for Zel, by the way. So Kasimiro got into a fight with him, and ripped his throat out.”

  “The end,” Kas said.

  Mia ughed. Mistake. Ow. Still, it was nice to ugh.

  “Why’d you do that?” she asked.

  Adron raised a brow. “Why’d he do what? Get into the fight? Because he didn’t like seeing a devorjin brute being such an asshole.”

  She smiled and rubbed Kas’s back with her good arm.

  “Kas got into a lot of fights,” Adron said. “Hatched in Death’s Grip, he’s never left the province. Most demons haven’t. He’s been getting into fights over things like that for decades, and after a while, Zel noticed. He worked as a bodyguard for a while. Then she offered him a job managing duels.”

  Right. The first time Mia met Kas, he’d been watching over a duel and making sure they were done fairly with no interference. That meant Zel trusted him to bully demons of all shapes and sizes; maybe not tetrads, but the only tetrads other than Zel in the spire worked directly under Zel, anyway.

  “Why are you like that?” Mia whispered.

  Kas tilted his head up slightly. “What?”

  “Why are you like that? Most demons would just leave other demons to do what they do. And… And I can’t say I bme them. It’s Hell, right? I don’t like thinking it, but the souls down here deserve to be down here.” And she had the absorbed memories to prove it. People weren’t sent to Hell for petty theft. They were sent to Hell because they had cruel intentions, complete indifference to others, and deep beliefs that they were more important than other people. They were sent to Hell because they let those beliefs lead to sadistic or cold-blooded actions.

  She knew why she’d have interfered, if she’d seen a brute abusing a betrayer. Because she was stupid and couldn’t stand seeing others in pain, even if they deserved it. But Kas?

  Silence echoed, with only the slosh of cws in the muck to fill it.

  It took a minute of quiet marching before he spoke. “In the hatching pits, I saw a scrying pool, once. I saw… humans, fighting.”

  She lowered her voice to the softest whisper she could muster. “Yeah?”

  He shook his head. “It was a war. Humans sughtering humans.”

  “But?” Unlike Noah, maybe the ‘but’ trick would work and get more out of him.

  “But… not everyone did. Some tried to help. And they were punished for it.” He grumbled, and the heavy vibration buzzed through both their bodies. “In Hell, all violence is… violence against the violent. But on the surface, it’s not. And when I saw that, I…” He snorted, shook his head again, and clicked once. No need for transtion. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

  It was super vague, but still cut deep, and Mia rested her cheek against his upper back and listened to his heartbeat. He was right. Violence in Hell had a sort of ‘all’s fair’ feel to it. Everyone down here was fair game, all ruthless and willing to kill. But seeing violence on the surface against people who weren’t like that? It probably made humans seem worse than demons. It probably made a demon question violence entirely.

  She looked back at Noah and Azreal. Both angels had their eyes on Kas, and both watched him, an eyebrow slightly raised.

  “How about something less personal,” she said. “Alessio and Zel have battled before, right? Ever get involved in those battles?”

  “Yes,” Kas said.

  “Got a horde mark?”

  He shook his head.

  “Zel,” Adron said, “used the horde seal to seal in the horde call. She summoned demons from around Death’s Grip for her assaults, but she didn’t need the seal for demons that already served her. Like me. Like Kas.” He drew his sword and spun it a few times, eyes on the bde. A big, heavy thing. No way Mia was lifting that. “I wasn’t directly involved in the st fight between them, but Kas was.”

  “I was guarding a valley that led toward the spire,” Kas said, “on the border, still in range of the horde call. Zel wanted us to push into the Bck Valley, where the seal would keep her army under its influence, and us without seals would stay behind.” He growled at the muck below. “They ran into betrayers first, not demons.”

  She sighed and rubbed her forehead on Kas’s back. No more expnation needed. Betrayers were just souls who, in a bid to stay alive longer so they wouldn’t become remnants, drank demon blood of a willing demon. It made them stronger. It also put their mark up to 666. And, of course, some demons wouldn’t hesitate to use betrayers as battle fodder.

  She gnced Adron’s way. He frowned, gring at the muck, and he flexed his fingers like he was tearing flesh; demons couldn’t make fists, considering their cws. The idea of Hannah used on a battle frontline was sickening. A betrayer was strong, but not even strong enough to take a succubus or incubus in a fight, not really. Supposedly souls could get physically stronger eating demon hearts, but she sure didn’t, and she doubted a betrayer eating demon hearts could fight a vrat or gargoyle, or especially a brute, the usual suspects. No matter which way you sliced it, using souls for battle was fucked up.

  Except, they weren’t just regur souls. They were damned souls, and that changed everything. Or at least, it should have. Damned souls deserved their torment, for sure, but did Hannah? She’d changed. Hadn’t she?

  But she was dead anyway, probably a remnant somewhere, and she had so many deaths to suffer before her torment ended, and…

  Mia sighed and hid her face in Kas’s back.

  “Can you do anything about the fog?” Gallius asked.

  “What?” she asked. Judging from the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice, he was changing the subject on purpose.

  “The fog. You moved the fire sky in Death’s Grip. Can you move the fog here?”

  That was a good idea. She reached out with her mind, and…

  “No. The fog is… it’s like… Hell adjacent? I don’t know. I can’t feel the air, or the fog. They’re like hair. A part of the body, but I can’t move them.”

  “The burning sky is different?”

  “I guess? That’s kinda like… air in the lungs. That, I can move.”

  Oudoceus stepped up. “I thought you said it was all strings and music and vibrations.”

  “It is! But, also, kinda like a part of… a body? I don’t know. I can’t understand it, let alone expin it.” She held out her good hand and felt for the air. Nope. The air and fog just weren’t something the music could affect, like neurons not able to flex those muscles. The hair comparison was apt. “And moving something that big would be too hard, anyway.”

  “But air is light.”

  “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter. It’s about the size, and my reach of it. It’s…” She shrugged. And almost screamed. Don’t move the shoulder connected to the broken arm! Once the pain passed, she smiled back at Gallius. Would he see her silently thanking him for changing the subject? He did. Incubi were socially savvy.

  Locutus patted her egg. She couldn’t carry it yet, and loath she was to let someone else do it for her, the incubi had proved smart and quick on their feet. The egg was probably safer with them than her for now.

  “We should travel in silence,” Julisa said.

  Yeah, good idea. Mia nodded and rexed on Kas’s back. Ignore the pain in the arm and leg, and let digestion do some healing. A quiet march in silence, big demon footsteps squelching in the muck the only sound.

  “Thank you,” she whispered into Kas’s ear, “for talking about yourself.”

  He turned his head enough to look at her with his non eyes, and she smiled down at him and rubbed his head. Did he understand how much it meant to her, that he was willing to talk? He’d never been willing to talk before.

  Why was he willing to talk now? Because he’d lost his old world in Death’s Grip and had to adapt to a new one? Or because he’d been around Mia enough to accept she wasn’t like the other souls in Hell? Maybe he was even getting attached to her, in the strange way demons could kinda do?

  Or maybe it was just all the sex? More of that in the future, for sure. But, she had a feeling there was more to it than that.

  She rubbed his back and shoulder, rested her cheek against his other shoulder, and watched the bck swamp pass underneath them as they hunted for the Trench.