The Pleasures of Hell

~~Day 79~~

~~David~~

He woke up, looked around, and smiled. Another sleep with no visions. Another day knowing Mia was alive.

Strange that Tsila still wasn't back, but morning twilight was almost over. Time to get moving.

In a bit.

Beside him lay... everyone. The Las had found pillows, Acelina and Laoko's breasts, and the two huge women had let them indulge. Caera, Jes, and Daoka lay around Moriah, and the angel lay on her back, limbs spread. She'd practically passed out from all the sex; the girls had fucked her long after David had.

And if he was lucky, they'd fuck again before they left.

Fucking christ, David. Remember all the people who died yesterday? Stop thinking about sex. You're fucking awful.

He scooped Latia up and sat back against the cave wall. Feet on the blankets, all the girls in front of him, he set the sleeping gremla on his lap facing him and smiled down at her.

"David?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Big, wonderful, cute eyes, in direct contrast to her wide mouth full of sharp teeth. Grems and imps really were like goblins, strangely cute, strangely sexy, and very dangerous.

"Just wanted to make sure you're alright," he said. "You lost an arm, you know."

"I did." She nodded, smiling brightly.

"It fell off and everything. I even picked it up and pressed it back on while the angels healed you."

Her jaw dropped, showing all her teeth. "Wow." She rotated the arm. "It works! Angels powerful."

"Good thing we have a gabriem with us now. She'll heal us up."

"Good." Latia hugged him tight and buried her face in his neck. "I protect David."

He hugged her, smiled down at her, ran his fingers through her tendril hair, and earned quiet mews of bliss. He reached behind her, stretched out her wings, teased his fingers along their soft membranes, and tugged at the thumb claw on each. She giggled and fluttered them, but he held on and half wrestled with them.

He spread his legs, pushed her down so she lay on her back between them, and he grabbed her feet. Hooves. He checked their undersides for any cracks or thorns -- bloodgrip was a concern again, ugh -- and nodded, satisfied they were in good shape. But no need to pick her up yet. He tugged on her hooves, tapped them together, and traced the interesting horseshoe shape with his fingers. It was so easy to forget sometimes that the demon girls, all of them, were, in fact, demons, and it was fun to explore the body differences.

Giggling more, Latia lay between his legs, grinned up at him with her shark smile, and thudded his chest with her hooves.

"David paying attention to Latia?"

"Do I not do that enough?"

"Las always want attention." She sat up, turned around, slid up against him, sat on his lap, and guided his hands to her hair. "More."

He laughed and ran his fingers through the little lady's hair again. Or what passed for demon hair. Her horns came straight up, each maybe eight inches long, and he grabbed them and gently steered her head around. More giggles.

"David."

He turned his head. Moriah climbed up from the sleeping ladies, half frowned at him, and sat beside him. Her clothes were back. David and everyone else were still naked.

"Yeah? I uh... Um, last night. That." Fuck, how to word this? "Right, yeah, that. I... did we cross a line? I mean, you... you did say... But before that, Laoko grabbed you, and--"

Moriah rolled her eyes and held up a hand. "I could have freed myself at any point... at least, before you used your aura. That was powerful. That was overwhelming. I could barely think."

"Sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "It's fine, David. I... I needed that." With a small squirm, she looked down at her sandals and gestured out at the sleeping girls. "Everything has been so awful lately, and I've been feeling..." She took a deep breath. "Do feel bad... about Shaul, I mean? And Tzipporah?"

He winced. A punch to the face would have hurt less.

"Yes... and no. Tzipporah, yes. Shaul? Your old boyfriend was... violent."

Her eyes fell. "Yes. Yes he was. It was one of the reasons we'd... grown distant. Him and many angels of Azoryev are volatile these days."

"Compared to you?"

She punched him. Ow. At least it was in the shoulder.

"I was angry with you for killing them. But I was most angry for... for what was lost, and what could have been. Heaven has changed these past millennia. The stories say angels were solid foundations for all souls, but now it's..." Her head drooped further. "Everything is falling apart, and now I, an angel that is supposed to be a foundation for souls, am troubled waters."

He gulped and put a hand on hers. "You don't... I mean... You don't..."

Caera crawled over. Tail slithering behind her, she smiled at Moriah, plucked Latia from David's lap, and took the giggling little lady under her. She lay on top of Latia, pinned her under her breasts, licked her cheek, and snuggled her. And she... winked at Moriah?

David froze. Moriah climbed onto his lap, set her hands on his shoulders, and stared down at him, half frowning, half pouting.

"I am broken."

He couldn't freeze anymore than he already had. "I... I um..."

She leaned in closer and pushed her forehead to his. "You took advantage of me while I was my most vulnerable."

"Shit, I didn't mean--"

She reached her hand down his chest, trailed her fingers along his abs, and cupped his testicles.

"I enjoyed last night, but I want something... more. Give me something... something all angels want. Let me just... indulge in... your soul."

What indulging in his soul meant, he had only the faintest idea. Caera had admitted to fantasies of eating him, but far as he could tell from what Moriah had told him, the angel equivalent was protection, nurturing, and healing. How could she do that?

His consciousness wrestled with that puzzle, but her fingers caressed his cock, and his subconsciousness rose to the occasion.

"Keep your aura under control," she said. "Keep it small. Keep it gentle. I want..." Forehead still on his, her ruby eyes penetrated him, skewered him, and ripped him open. "Just let me indulge, okay?"

~~♥♥♥~~

He snuck a peek past her at Caera, and Caera returned it with a sly smile before again squishing Latia. With Latia being literally half Caera's height, the tiger had an easy time pinning her, squashing her under her breasts, and licking her throat, earning more giggles. Thoroughly distracted.

David still didn't know what Moriah really wanted. Maybe he wasn't grasping the angel thing. He knew they wanted to be close to souls, very close, but it wasn't sexual. Except, she had her hand around his cock, and she was so damn beautiful.

His cock grew, and grew. It slid up between her thighs, up against her stomach, but she touched his chest.

"Not... Not too much. Big is fine. But I don't want... crazy sex right now, okay? Just let me lead."

"Okay." Easier said than done. His sexual energy was limitless, it was only getting stronger the longer he lived in Hell, and he wanted to fill the angel up until she was a drooling mess of pleasure. But Moriah wanted something calmer right now. He could do calmer.

She nodded, and the tiniest little smile came out. She didn't undress, but she did slip a hand under her potram clothes and moved her tiny, hidden loincloth aside. Warm softness pressed to the underside of his cock, and she rubbed her clitoris against him.

"In Heaven," she said, "gabriem are often the first for a soul. But you are hardly a virgin. Slut."

"Slut? I was a virgin before I came to Hell, I'll have you know."

She smiled, but it vanished quick, and she rubbed herself against him a little harder. His aura, small and contained, teased the air around them, and the angel sighed with a relaxed sound, very un-Moriah-like.

"I'd say," she said, "that... skipping foreplay is bad form. That creating auras like us angels and demons do is cheating for a soul. But..." She glanced back at the others. "We have little time."

"I mean, I can--" He sucked in a breath as the beautiful angel lowered herself onto his cock. Not dripping wet and boiling, but wet and warm nonetheless.

Is this what she wanted? Just some quiet, gentle sex? Netflix and chill or something? He had no idea. But the gorgeous angel lowered herself down onto him and sighed quietly once she took him to the base. He'd grown his cock so it was plenty larger than a human's, now maybe as big as an incubus's, so the angel sitting on him still had to struggle with the size of him.

"I said not too large," she said, frowning.

"Sorry."

She rolled her eyes, leaned down again, forehead to his, and stared into his eyes. And as she held his gaze, she squeezed her insides hard, hard enough to make him wince and groan.

"Don't look away," she said. He blinked at her, but forced himself to keep his eyes open, and stared into hers. "Have you ever heard that eyes are windows to the soul?"

"I... I have."

She nodded and ground on his cock, slowly, dragging out each motion.

"The demons will never understand," she whispered. "They want to eat and devour."

"I mean, they are demons."

"They are, but they... don't see..." She took his jaw into her hand, and held eye contact with him. He probably looked like a deer in headlights, and only the tight squeezing of her pussy broke his frozen face. "They don't... see."

"See what?"

She sighed, slid her arms around his neck, and held him as she slowly worked her hips around and around. So damn beautiful, and still clothed, too. Something about sex in clothes was tantalizing, especially the way her nipples poked out against her white silk. But he didn't get to watch, as Moriah pulled him in close and held his head to her sternum.

And the woman melted. She didn't cum, but every muscle in her body relaxed as she held him close, like David was the drug she needed, and she ran her fingers through his shaggy red hair and down his back and muscles.

"I'm being selfish," she said. "But I don't care. Just... cum inside me, quickly, before the others ruin this."

He lifted his head and blinked up at her, but she pushed his head back down and hugged him again. Trapped and helpless, all he could do was hold her hips and feel her dance on his cock. And he hugged her. Slowly, with a firm grip milking his length, she swayed her hips and sent tingling sparks through him until he was quivering. It was almost painful, the constant grinding stimulation on his swollen glans, but it wasn't long before it got his inner muscles flexing, and soon, the first warm gushes of cum up his length.

Moriah sighed, deep and happy, and she hugged him tighter. Her full wing snuck around and joined the hug, and her half-grown wing tried, too, half hiding him in a cage of white feathers. She clenched in spurts, coated him in her juices, and his own flowed out of her as she squeezed him him.

Fingers still in his hair, she pulled away and tilted his head up to look at her. She stared down at him, eyes locked, not hard or soft, but open and sucking him in. He couldn't have looked away if he tried. She stared into his soul and milked his cock with a tight grip that made him shiver.

~~♥♥♥~~

No words. She slowly curled her fingers through his hair, traced her other hand's fingers down his chest again, and kept her eyes locked on his.

"Thank you," she said.

He gulped. "Thank you? I'm... the one..." Inside a beautiful angel's tight pussy and cumming. Even a gentle orgasm like this felt great, even better than the others, considering how it was so much easier to focus on it.

She pressed her forehead to his again, and stayed still, letting him finish and bask in her warm, wet depths.

"I missed this," she said.

"Sex?"

"No." She leaned back and grabbed his shoulders for balance. "In Heaven, even the rapholem and us mikalim meet with humans regularly. They're everywhere, and every night and day, we hear the laughter of children, and the moans of adults. We hear the excitement of games, and the tears of sadness. Heaven is a never ending bustle of the human experience. Down here, that's you. Only you."

"Oh. I--"

She stood up, and he shivered as his cock fell free of her. Not nearly as much of a mess as usual, and she nodded down at him as she adjusted her clothes back to normal. She hadn't cum, not even close, but that hadn't been what she'd been looking for.

"The demons get to feast. We don't. It's not only about resonance, about sustenance. So, if you don't mind, I'll... take part of you every so often, until this is all over."

He stared up at her, down at his softening, shrinking cock, and back to Caera, who'd somehow distracted Latia through all that. His girlfriend grinned at him, winked, and played with Latia more. In the intensity of David and Moriah's encounter, he hadn't even noticed Latia and Caera playing like a big cat and... small cat.

He took a deep breath and watched the angel stand tall and stretch. She didn't look at him, content to practically ignore him as she took stock of the situation and the waking demons. Embarrassed, maybe? Considering what'd happened last night, being embarrassed didn't make much sense. He'd literally pumped so much cum into her, she'd looked pregnant, only for the girls to pounce her and keeping fuck her when he'd moved onto Laoko and Acelina.

Maybe it was the intimacy? The sex they'd just had had been oddly intimate. Not romantic, but intimate, like she'd been trying to absorb his soul through his eyes.

After a few more deep breaths, he summoned potram, and a subtle red glow covered him and regrew his clothes from nothing. He got up, checked his sandals were fine, and analyzed the mess of naked ladies on the blankets.

"Where's Tsila?" he asked.

Jes sat up and stretched out her wings. "No idea."

Daoka got up and hopped out of the cave, clicking.

"Damn it, Dao," Jes said, and she chased after her girlfriend.

David chased after them. Chasing down a couple naked demon girls in cave tunnels. What a world.

They didn't have to go far. In the next alcove, bigger than the one they'd been sleeping in, were several dozen betrayers and demons, all naked, all spread out, sleeping, with limbs draped over each other in random ways. Same in the next group. And the next. Everyone was naked. Everyone was draped over each other, tails and wings under or on someone else.

And there was Tsila with five of the incubi, and one succubus. She stood up, stretched out her glorious wings, and naked as a jailbird, she smiled at David, Jes, and Dao.

"Your aura," she said, grinning at David, "it hit everyone in the cave."

"Shit." He buried his face in his palms. "I... I didn't think about that. I knew it reached out, I just... didn't think about it." Grimacing, he looked around at all the naked, sleeping, apparently well-fucked demons and betrayers. His fault. Not really a bad thing, hopefully, but still his fault. He had to be careful from now on.

Jes folded her arms across her chest and looked the naked angel up and down.

"Damn."

The angel smiled, warm and bright, and turned once in place. "I am a gabriem of Heaven. I am beautiful, am I not?"

"Cocky bitch," Jes said. "But, yeah, very hot."

Daoka nodded and poked the angel's flat stomach. Tsila didn't stop her. She had a lean, almost skinny body, and small breasts, very fashion model, with just enough musculature to the rest of her she looked healthy and fit, instead of anorexic. Her dark hair was in a braid and reached her ass, and her emerald green eyes practically shined.

There was a softness to her face that struck David still. Galon had been the same way, just a ridiculously gorgeous man, who also had such perfect body language, posture, and facial expression, you couldn't help but relax around him.

David squinted. "Are you using an aura, angel?"

She stood up straight and put up her hands in surrender. "Sorry. Sorry." With a little giggle, the warmth around her disappeared, and the air returned to normal. "It helps with making sure people get along. But you know all about auras, unmarked."

"I know how to make people horny, that's about it. I might be able to do other stuff, but I haven't tried."

Nodding, the angel stretched out her wings, showed off her lithe body, her tan skin, before she summoned her potram. The clothes barely hid anything, loose hanging fabric with only a couple thin strips over her breasts, and a long, loose skirt with two splits that reached past her hips. No underwear. She had some gold tattoos that flowed around her limbs, almost like vines, and potram summoned jewelry, necklaces and earrings and bracelets and anklets.

Daoka chirped a few times and gestured to the angel with her horns.

"No," Jes said, frowning and folding her arms across her chest. "She's still a stranger. And a slut!" She pointed at the rising sex demons with her tail.

"Come now," Tsila said. "It wasn't my intention, but David's aura hit everyone. I am but a simple gabriem."

Jes glared down at the sex demons, and each one put up their hands in surrender.

"I'm surprised," David said. "I mean, letting your guard down around a bunch of demons and betrayers who want to eat you?"

"I didn't let my guard down. I am an angel."

He squinted again, but dropped it and looked around. "I'm surprised no betrayers joined you. I bet they'd love to touch an angel."

Tsila sucked in a breath and let her wings droop. "I... would never touch a damned soul."

"You wouldn't?"

"No. They are damned. They aren't worthy of Heaven. It would be... painful, not pleasurable, to touch such souls."

Oh. It wasn't that she thought lowly of them--though Moriah probably did. It just hurt her, knowing they were damned, that they were doomed to suffer.

"Well, come on, slut," Jes said. "We always have a chat as a group before we get going. And I guess you're part of the group, now."

The angel followed, but shook her head. "I'll join the meeting, but let's be honest, gorgala. I am not part of the group. You barely know me."

"I know you passed up the opportunity to get back to your friends."

"Or maybe I lied, and am looking for an opportunity to kill David?"

Daoka laughed and clicked.

"Dao's right," Jes said. "You angels are too stupid to lie. And besides, you had chances to kill David. If that was your goal, you'd die for it, and you could have done it already. You haven't. So I got no choice but to trust you, skinny bitch. So come on."

Tsila's eyes fell. "And... my friends are dead, Jeskura."

Jes stopped. Dao and David stopped.

"Shit," David said. "I didn't think... All your friends were in that battalion?"

"Most were. And tonight, I welcomed the reprieve David's aura brought me." She touched his shoulder and smiled down at him.

Jes looked back at the angel, wincing. "That's rough."

"Yes, it is." The angel sighed, gave her wings a gentle flap, but took a deep breath and stood up straight. "But you're right. I should join you for this team meeting."

"It's a stand-up," David said, nodding. Maybe a joke would take her mind off losing hundreds of friends less than twenty-four hours ago?

Yeah right, dumbass.

"Stand-up?" Jes asked.

"Uh, it's a meeting between people working on a project. The idea is they quickly talk and make sure everyone is on the same page, so there's no mistakes made by people tripping over each other and stuff. Far as I've read, they don't work."

Daoka chuckled, got behind David, and hugged him tight as they walked. He did his best to ignore her breasts squashed against his back.

Everyone else was already getting dressed, slabs of bent, black armor held on with nothing but leather straps. Uncomfortable, but the girls didn't mind, and Jes and Dao wasted no time getting dressed, too.

David raised a hand. "So, uh, what's the plan? Where's Tacharius?"