In Hell Epilogue

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In Hell EpilogueChrysaor looked at the door. There was a quaint little plate on it. “Employees only”, it read. A throwback to the Earth all lesser demons came from. It was just for the theatrics, really, given the big-ass sigil carved into the wood. You don’t protect the succubi’s private cuddling nest on the honour system.They are the whores of hell. Demonesses forced all-reaching masculine desires have to be nothing but sex and all the assorted bollocks. As well as to like every sodding bit of it. Still, as formatted as they are to get the biggest bang out of the deal, they are still recreational whores. There for the enjoyment of even the daftiest wanker. Which is why they need a place where only they can tread. Where nothing is expected of them. Where they are free to exist as themselves, even if those selves are fabricated.That was the deal Chris and other whoremongers have with the Methalia, Lilith and Malicathe. And the brit would be damned all over again if he’d let any horny wanker inside the sanctuary.”You know that’s staying, you tosser. Quit posturing.”Elcira walked to her brother’s side, a freshly-opened bottle in her hands. There was contempt in her eyes. But then again, there always was.”Just watching my arse, our dear Elcira. Some drunk wanker sc****s off even an inch of the bloody thing and I’ll have a lot worse to worry about than Amduscias.””Oh, cry me a bloody river, you suitful of spunk.”In the central room, the demonic romp was getting really noisy, roused by two winged demons fucking in mid-air. Elcira really wished the brothel was on the classy side, but unfortunately it kind of doubled as a nightclub. She sighed and covered the clamors and the shitty heavy metal with some of her own. Well, shitty was perhaps a bit excessive, but when you sign yourself off the Earthly realm to the sound of Hallowed be thy Name, it gets hard to appreciate the newer stuff.Door watching, getting arsed and enjoying music. What else was she supposed to do, with her sod of a brother keeping watch of the sigil, like every bloody night ? There was no sleeping in Hell. There was either afterglow, or idle conversation.”Appreciate it, by the way.””Appreciate what, ‘cira ?””Not linking the poor shy girl to Malicathe.””Told you that was outta my hands.””Bollocks. You made them exactly as you planned. Maybe the Queens choose, but adıyaman escort you draw the plans.””Whelp, sister, maybe I did. Might fall apart though. Never tried to make a succubus think she’s been created by another.”Elcira glared at her sibling. She prided herself for her telepathic abilities. How could she have missed that ?”What the sod are you trying to pull, brother ?!””Just trying to add some unique dynamic in there.””You ain’t supposed to rob a girl of her humanity, you pillock !””And you ain’t supposed to wipe off a wretched’s memory just so you can see *that* look in his eyes again.” He replied, calmly, though Elcira clammed up right off. “This is no noble plan we’re running. It’s all about desires…and Jennie’s bloody wet at the idea of being utterly dominated by her pet best friend.”What a charming prospect, thought the demoness. Still, she couldn’t deny having sensed the hunger in the shy girl’s heart. That’s why she immediately took a liking to her, after all.”And now she’s just a toy.” She thought out loud. “Bleedin’ marvelous.”Chrysaor scoffed. His sister knew damn well succubi weren’t any more objects than she was. Submissive to the desires of others, for sure…but there are no slaves among the demons, for Hell is where the hopeless are king. Being a Flower of Hell was, among other benefits, pretty much the only shot for a fallen to get an eternal Lord under one’s heel. Quid pro Quo, as they say.Even through the door, the siblings could feel the raw energy emanating from their private world. Since the party was in full swing in the brothel, there were only Jennie and Catherine in there. Two barely-demonized girls…but the tension they had accumulated during their life together channeled the Queens’ energy like nobody’s business. Chris smiled. He knew he had one hell of a cocktail in his hands. Catherine was a powder keg of hunger and wounded pride bursting at the seams. She wouldn’t come out of her shell…She would explode right the sod out of it. All she needed was a fuse, the soul of a hardened, powerful, but ultimately self loathing girl breaking under her assault. Oh, she wouldn’t yield in just one night. She just needed to be softened. Familiarized with the idea of Catherine running the show. Lulled into docility.And then Chris would supply Cat with everything afyonkarahisar escort she needed to go for the kill and thoroughly mold Shinju into a drawing come to life. A drastic transformation to be sure, but Hell leaves no sacrifice unrewarded. Those two, thought Chris with a hungry smile, could become whores fit for the greatest of Hell.”Please, Catherine, snap out of it…”Little Shinju sat on the edge of the bed, hands on her lap, knees joined. A far cry from her usual drunken posture. She looked at the chest full of clothes their new coworkers had left in the communal room. They were all so… skimpy. Sure, she was naked, but at least it was natural, not like those… desperately titillating scraps of cloth.”Snap out of what ? I know what I’m doing, sweetie.”Shinju was a good girl. She couldn’t remember much of her life in Japan -though her wonderful Queen helped her remember with each passing whisper – but she knew she never dressed provocatively. That was a bad thing to do… So why was she so impressed when Catherine did it ?”And you are a lost, confused little sweetheart.”Her clothes were her sexy, rocking tattoos. The black, curvy cloth that stood as her bra was just here to hold her delicious knockers in place while still showing both side and underboob. Unusual and sexy, just like Catherine had come to like it after her first fuck as a daughter of Lilith. She walked to the behaved little Japanese girl, and delighted in her embarrassment when she stroked her cheek.”I… I know what’s happening…” Meekly protested Shinju. “We’re becoming sex demons and you’re betraying me. You’re trying to turn me into a manga thing. You’re not yourself anymore, Catherine…””No, Shinju, I suppose I’m not. But tell me…”Catherine caressed her own breasts, brushed her intricately tattooed belly against Shinju’s nose, empowered by Lilith’s passion. The real her was horrified, sickened by what her body was doing, but in this moment, the small foothold the Queen had on her was absolute.”Would surrendering yourself such a sexy Creator really be so bad ?”Shinju wanted to protest when the new and improved Catherine pushed her onto the bed. Wanted to focus, to stop her head from swimming so much. Wanted back her strength…But all she could do was squeal.”Here comes your first lesson, balıkesir escort sweetheart… I’ll teach you just be how good it feels to be the obedient one. Only after that can we start your training.””No…No, please, get a grip…” Catherine thought about tying her to the bed, but she knew her Queen’s little sister could pacify Shinju more effectively that any cloth. So she went right into the heart of the matter and stroke the naked flesh riiiight above the cute girl’s clitoris.”Kyaaa !””Wow, so girly… But I’m sure you can do better than that… Here we go !”The tattooed girl pinched her future character’s little clit. Shinju cried and quivered, and her voice started trembling, a dead giveaway for the funny feeling that was claiming her.”NooOOooo… Please, stop thiiis…””Why would I stop it ? You’re so helpless and cute…””Because…because we’re both girls…”There you go, thought Catherine. Little Shinju was sliding into character. Even a fledgling succubus was so easy to manipulate…”Oh ? And girls can’t do… this?”Shinju saw the cool rockstar before her lower her head to her little kitty, and yelped for her to stop. This was wrong, this was so wrong… And yet… Shinju felt really funny just feeling such a beautiful woman so close to her private place… Was Shinju a bad girl ? She was so confused…And then tongue met flesh.”AAAAAAAHHH !””Mmmh…*slurp* such a nice sound…”Shinju felt as if she had been knocked right off her body, possessed by a powerful entity. Her hands grabbed the bedsheets, her jaw clenched… it felt so weird, and so powerful…”Look how you’re squirming !” Giggled Catherine, overtaken by Lilith’s power. “You like this !””No…Nooo…””You’re afraid, I understand…”The sexy woman laid on Shinju. Her big breasts felt so smooth against her own modest chest. She felt so warm…”You didn’t know you were a lesbian until you saw me. But I’m here. I’ll guide you… I’m going to make you feel good. Really good. So incredible you won’t be thinking straight… But I won’t let you get lost, if you listen to me.”Catherine grinned, then stole a kiss from the adorable ingenue that looked into her eyes, steadily falling under her spell. A spark of dignity and reason tried to resist…”No, I shouldn’t do this, I’m not a bad girl…””Sweetie… From now on, I’m the one who tells you if you’re a good girl.”Taken aback, lost and so, so sinfully curious about what the powerful woman could show her, Shinju remained silent as she retreated to her moist little kitty. Already, trust and devotion was blossoming in her candid heart. Surely such a dazzling woman wouldn’t abuse her trust…Yes, it would be best to trust her.

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