(Ask and ye shall receive, this one’s a little light on the fun stuff since I now have to plan a longer adventure.)
The journey to the hells was an experience for Scott. One moment the door to his apartment, now a ruin from the fight and a bout of full sized demonic fucking, lead into the hallway of his generic apartment building, and the next it opened onto a world of starless black sky, pale purple sand, and dark red mountains.
As they walked Evelyn explained one of the visiting demons was a Builder, one of the demonic bloodlines with special traits and powers. Builders could manipulate and alter any solid object into something else and through use of their powers create doorways between the mortal and ethereal realms. She pointed out the wave of magic they felt before the fight was the Builders power, making a copy of Scott’s apartment in an alternate dimension so they didn’t destroy his actual place, and any nosy neighbors wouldn’t hear or feel anything of the eight and nine foot tall demons brawling, and Evelyns howls of pleasure with demon Scott fucking her, in the small space.
She hinted he could probably do that too when he learned how to use the power of his builder demon bloodline. Most of their conversation was telepathic, leaving the two messengers in silence, neither wanted to disturb their greater demon behind them anyway, Scott felt their admiration of him and how afraid they were, they wondered what he’d do to them if he was displeased. Part of Scott felt satisfaction from their fear and admiration, they should be afraid of him, but he didn’t understand why. He didn’t know them at all, he’d just met them hours ago and they were just doing a job for his mother. He didn’t understand their fear, he wasn’t going to hurt them, why would he?
-It’s the power of your royal blood.- Evelyn explained feeling his thoughts through their connection and in return he understood what she meant, demons with royal and more magically powerful blood were “Greater” than those considered “Lesser” demons, basically everyone else. -Greater demons are known for their aggressive and dominant natures, that’s why I begged you to take me as a thrall. You had just awakened and your body was running away on its own, it needed soul energy for its transformation and to nourish it afterwards, and there I was, a perfect super sexy and well fed sex demon already impaled on your dominating and overpowering cock. You were already draining me, if I didn’t stop you somehow you would’ve killed me and then gone on to drain every demon and human you could find.-
-And becoming my thrall?-
-Greater demons are naturally dominant, my submission triggered your newly awakened demonic mind that you’d conquered me.-
-And knowing that, I didn’t need to keep going so I stopped.- He put together.
-Exactly master. And boy did you ever conquer me. I don’t think I’ve ever had my pussy so sore.-
-Sorry.- He offered, he’d never been that rough, never actually wanted to hurt someone like that, he remembered needing revenge for her not caring if she to took his life, the rage, the desire for payback, he felt guilty.
-Don’t be, I love it, it’s your job to fuck me and everyone else like that. I’ll help you collect however many sluts you want for your harem. You just need to fuck us like you’re trying to break our bodies and minds. That incredible cock will definitely get the job done.-
-A harem? You need to relax with all this Eve. I only just learned about this. Yesterday I was a regular guy, tired, overworked, and down on his luck, now today I’m some sort of royal blooded demon with all sorts to powers and a cock almost as big as I am tall, walking through hell to meet my sex demon queen mother in her hellish demonic fuck palace. Its turned my world AND my life upside down, add onto that now I need fuck you and a dozen other women as hard as I can then also to be a huge dick to anyone smaller and weaker than me? Holy shit this is a lot Evelyn- He snarled quietly making the other two demons jump and quicken their pace. He remembered they couldn’t hear the conversation. He felt her laughing. It was overwhelming for him and this bitch was laughing.
-You’ll get used to it in time master. Also a dozen is a decent start, I was thinking two or three for every day of the year, including your personal favorites of course.-
-A thousand women? Who has time for that?-
-You do master, or you will once you’ve established yourself. All you’ll do is fuck, all I’ll do is worship that amazing cock and find new sluts to share it with.- Evelyn entangled her arms with his right arm, pressing her naked body against his, her tail coming around to trace up and down his muscular bulk. Scott growled in annoyance, he didn’t mean to make it audible, he still didn’t have full control of this demonic form. He felt across their link and could see the thoughts coming from her, the woman, she-demon, thing only wanted to show him how powerful he was, understand that power, and use it to make himself more powerful, and help him fuck every woman in both worlds, mortal and immortal, his sexual satisfaction mattered more to her than her own life.
He looked to his “guides” these two thralls, he could feel contempt rising in his mind over their weakness, part of him wanted to finish the fight started in his apartment, he pushed that feeling down, they were just doing their job, calm down. Both demons were dressed in ragged loincloths, their foot and a half long cocks hidden behind leather and chain mail. They walked along, occasionally one would check behind them to make sure Scott was following, they avoided looking into his eyes, one stumble slightly as he stepped on a rock in his way but recovered with clumsy but practiced skill.
-Why don’t they have horns?- He sent to Eve.
-It’s how your mother brands her thralls. She reduces them down to nubs to mark them, everyone knows who they belong to and no one messes with them without her permission.- she sent him images and memories of one sided fights, thralls being used as sex toys, gifted out to demons as rewards for different amounts of time. He got a memory from Eve with her fuck-dominating a dozen of them, no one left without cuts or scratches from her claws, she walked away from the group of sore and exhausted demons dripping blood from a dozen scratches of her own and completely covered in demonic cum. He got the impression that was par for the course for demonic sex. When you have sharp talons on your hands and feet, plus various styles of horns, a few small cuts and scraps were normal. They probably barely even noticed.
-You’ve done this?-
-Your mother knows how to reward someone when she’s pleased about a job well done, and believe me they were eager to fuck, some of those demons knew what they were doing.- Evelyn gave him a fang filled grin. -Actually that reminds me.- She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her neck. She sent him an idea on how to brand with his magic. Roughly following instructions Scott was able to feel his way around the process and with a bright glow a golden choker materialized around Eve’s neck.
-There, now everyone will know this slut is yours.- She said proudly. The choker looked solid and liquid at the same time, it moved like it was part of her skin when she turned her head and when she tapped at it it made the ‘clink clink’ sound of her talons on metal. Scott was curious, he did that?
“Great one, we are here.” The darker skinned demon growled as both turned their heads and bowed, even Eve released his arm and stepped back a little, allowing Scott to stride forward and look over his mothers palace. He stood at the edge of a cliff of dark purple mountains, below him stretched a field of cracked and broken ground with areas of brown and grey sand. Small jagged mountains rose from the ground like small islands on an ocean. Some had cave-like openings and Scott could see the occasional demon entering or leaving. One island, wider than the rest, was surrounded by red sand, a winding path of the stuff leading to the mouth of its cave. Scott could feel a sexual energy emanating from that island.
“The Succub den.” Evelyn hadn’t spoken put loud since they arrived, hearing her voice now almost surprised him. “Most Succubs live there, it’s overseen by your mother’s chief consort. The biggest and best of her thralls, he’s a human she turned thousands of years ago, she made him so powerful he’s stronger than most full blooded demons.” She explained, Scott watched her memories of the place. She’d spent a long time herself generating and feeding of the sexual power in the endless demonic orgy that went on in there. He saw a demoness, very similar to Evelyn, looking so alike they could be sisters, the same crimson skin, lone dark hair, identical horns, long thick muscular tail, the same wings. Even the same facial expressions when she orgasmed, it was her mother.
Scott saw the last time Eve had seen her mother. The matriarch Succubus was screaming in pleasure, a giant of a demon holding her arms behind her back and forcing her into the floor as he thrust hard enough to crack the ground. He was white, human white, like white bread white, Scott suddenly didn’t know what he expected, he just thought a turned human would be a little more demonic. The man stood a good seven feet tall, his shoulders broad, he was covered in several layers of thick muscle. His hands and feet ended in sharp black talons, his bat like wings stretched out far and wide behind him, his cock tipped tail was as thick as his calf and had slipped under his massive balls to cram Eve’s mothers pussy while his actual cock drilled her tight asshole. Scott could hear the screams of pleasure from the woman, they were very close to how her daughter sounded.
“This way lord.” One of the thralls spoke, the builder, extending his hand a section of ground broke off and rose to meet them at the cliff top. The group stepped into this floating platform and it flew over the fields to the silent night time of horizon. But it wasn’t night, Scott knew this place didn’t have a day/night cycle like the mortal world. Beyond everything sat a massive shape, dark or hidden by shadows, it looked to dominate the horizon, Scott eventually realized it WAS the horizon. The palace.
It was a massive structure, on a scale Scott had never seen before. Their flying island soared over the cracked ground and sand covered waste below, he didn’t know how fast but the wind certainly kicked up fiercely. He could sense something on the wind, it started to fill him with dread, it was so powerful, and it had a smell to it, something he couldn’t quite place, smoldering wood mixed with…cinnamon maybe. He’d only just looked to Evelyn when she answered his un asked question.
-Your mother, that’s her scent, there’s no natural wind here, this is created by her power as an arch demon, it just happens, like a rush of magical power flowing outward and displacing the air, what your sensing is how strong she is, and it carries traces of her scent with it.- Something in Scott awoke and was alarmed, it gave him the sense he was walking into the waiting mouth of a massive predator. He could almost see some open bestial maw with rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, in his peripheral vision, the moment he turned to check it disappeared as if it was just his kind playing tricks on him.
Scott felt like he shouldn’t be going this way, he wanted to leap off the floating island and fly away, far and fast. Even if he ran what could he do about it if she wanted to see him? She was so powerful! Eve senses his unease, she filled his mind with visions of them fucking, her fawning over his body, her worshiping his mega sized cock and balls, praising his sexual power and stamina. Even in his mind, Eve stroking his cock focused him, he could think. He never looked back, she’d insisted he don’t, but he felt the she demon drop to one knee, her strength fading from the use of the Mind Taker side of her mixed blood. On instinct he let his power flow through their link to strengthen her. He didn’t know he could do that, he just felt he could, because his slut…his thrall, drew strength from him.
She moaned her gratitude into his head, somehow wrapping “thank you” and “fuck me hard” into a single thought and slowly slipping it into his head across their connection. Scott was taken by surprise but did his best to not react, he was a greater demon, the way Evelyn did and said everything was meant to arouse him, he had to admit the woman was doing her job with alarming effectiveness, he had to concentrate to keep his immense demonic cock soft.
Scott watched the palace get closer as they flew. When building had become everything he could see in front of him up, down, left, and right, Scott could finally make out features. It was built of smooth black stone, windows and wide doorways dotted the structure, eerie orange and yellow light illuminated some of the openings, Scott could see inside a few of them, he saw thick furniture that looked like it was made of wood, mirrors, long sheer drapes, tables and chairs of a dozen kinds, in some others he only saw depth, hallways, he assumed.
One doorway darkened as a huge muscular demon strode into it, as he leaned forward Scott could see he had green skin, or it looked green at least. Huge dark bat like wings stretched from his back and he leapt into the air heading straight for Scott and his group. Each powerful flap of his wings brought him closer. Scott got a good look at him as he flew a circle around the floating island.
He was indeed green, a dark almost earthy tone, he looked tall, at least the same as the two thralls who brought Scott here, his wings were black with a greenish tint to their leathery membranes. His claws and feet ended in long black talons. He wasn’t naked, he wore shining black armor that seemed to be form fitting, every inch of his impressive musculature was detailed in, almost like it was part of his skin. The metal continued to cover his lower half, breaking at his groin where a significant bulge projected, cased in some kind of dark leather and chain mail. He was bald with long curved horns that rose over a foot from his head.
Scott immediately knew something was off about him, he searched his connection to Eve for answers. He was a Reaper, skilled combatants and natural experts at hiding. Their horns usually curved around their heads sideways like a crown, and weren’t anywhere near that big, they weren’t this muscular and didn’t have wings. Scott was alert despite Eve sending soothing thoughts through their link. She didn’t want him to start a fight.
He came around and landed hard on the rear of the island. He stepped forward, ignoring the three thralls as if they weren’t there, and stopped a few steps from Scott. “My lord.” His voice was deep and powerful. “My queen bids you welcome, she’s waited for this day for many years.” Scott examined the demon. Their eyes met for the briefest moment before the Reaper dropped his gaze.
“Hey Gornth.” Eve said in a sing song voice, rising to her feet like she was performing her seductive dance. The big demon looked back slightly.
“Evvilynn.” He acknowledged her, drawing out her name, Scott knew it to be the more accurate demonic pronunciation. The red skinned Succub glided across the island towards her master, rubbing her herself against him as she slithered back to her knees by Scott’s legs. A look from Scott had Eve explain herself.
“Gornth and I go back, he spent a few years fucking me…” Gornth cleared his throat to stop her.
“Yes, I am Gornth, master of your mother’s guard.” He announced, having taken over the conversation to introduce himself properly. He eyed the golden collar around her neck and seemed to shrink a little, knowing what it meant. “And yes, we did fuck, just the once, and she was the finest of any I’ve impaled.” He hurried to say, was he trying to explain it so Scott didn’t hurt him? The idea of it was funny.
“She’s mine now.” Is all he said in response, a low growl unintentionally creeping into his voice making Gornth take one step back, he needed to get that under control. Scott sighed, exhaling that red mist and offered his hand, Gornth took it and the two big demons shook. The guard captain seemed relieved. He looked Scott over quickly, Scott was suddenly very aware he was still completely naked his soft cock almost as long as his legs. “My queen encourages nudity but you may wish to dress.” He added. Scott reached across the link to Eve and she told him how to make clothing with his power. Kaleidoscopic mist gathered around Scott and in a few seconds his lower torso was dressed in a solid black robe, his cock and balls doing their best to make his bulge project forward over a foot from him. A brown leather belt wrapped itself around his waist to hold up the robe and it clamped together with a solid gold buckle. It was a Succub trick so it wasn’t real clothing, builders could actually make physical clothing, this was more akin to a glamour, similar to his human form.
Gornth gave a grunt of approval. For some reason Gornth approval bothered Scott, he suddenly disliked the armored demon.
-You and my Evelyn huh?- Scott sent into his mind. Gornth drew back, not expecting Scott to speak telepathically. Scott’s voice was a distant thunder, the sound and feeling of a storm on the horizon, coming your way. Scott didn’t even know why he did it, he just NEEDED to. When the guard captian stumbled for a reply Scott realized what he’d done. “I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I’m still new to all this, this body, these powers, everything, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Gornth relaxed at the confession. “It was unexpected but I understand. I’ve never met a freshly awakened demon with as much power as you have, in strength and variety.” Some part of Scott took it as acknowledgment of his superiority, he pushed it back, he felt Eve grinning as she nuzzled his leg.
Scott turned to face the giant palace, it was larger than some entire cities in scale. It was a solid single structure, at least on the outside. The land beneath darkened until it seemed to disappear completely, making it look like the palace was suspended in the pitch black void. The size and color of the thing was messing with Scotts perception, he had a hard time telling distance and height. It didn’t feel like they had been flying for that long, maybe twenty minutes at most, they couldnt have gotten that close to this massive structure, but they had. A section of wall seemed to melt away, allowing the island and its passengers through. Within the wall was no less astounding, it was a giant continuous city that appeared to stretch out in every direction in front of them.
Looking down Scott saw open courtyards, circular pits and arena’s where demons fought and fucked openly to settle disagreements and entertain crowds. Fat dark stone buildings of every shape decorated the “floor” of the place and tall towers sprung up from the ground like…well…huge dicks, each tower was like some baroque art piece of a huge hard cock, each of them unique, a different artists take on a phallus. Scott could see huge demons rutting wildly everywhere. None of it came close to “The Pit”.
The Alter of Devotion was the only thing that gave any sense of direction within the walls. The pit, several sports fields wide and even more long, sunk into the ground about a hundred feet, it stepped walls gradually declining to the deepest point at the center where a circular flat red gemstone table sat. Each step was wide enough for groups of a dozen demons to fuck in swirling thrusting masses. Level after level of fucking demons, no one seemed to notice the flying rock island with the powerful demon prince pass overhead. Scott knew this sex pit stood right in front of the queens throne, his mother’s throne. The wide and tall black crystal chair had a pair of metal poles planted on either side of it, to chain demons to and prevent escape, Scott understood.
The throne overlooked the pit and behind that sat the opening to the largest part of this city sized structure. It was a pyramid of staggering scale, like a mountain of slanted stone walls and towers. Scott was suddenly aware that the “mountain” he’d seen before was just this, the queens personal collection of chambers and halls. The rectangular opening had to be a hundred feet tall and half that wide. An eerie red and orange glow emanated from inside what looked like a long hallway. The rock platform came to a stop off to the side of the throne.
“This way my lord.” Gornth said and stepped off, Scott followed, Eve was right behind him and the other two followed her, their heads still bowed.
The hallway was indeed deep, smooth black stone lit by that reddish light emanating from the end of the hall. Every dozen or so feet had a raised platform, a pair of Succub’s male and female, were fucking. Each in a single position, some form of living art. Scott counted thirty six on each side, seventy two displays in all. He caught a flash of Eve’s mind, she was amused the art wasn’t just ‘seventy two variations of doggystyle again’ Scott stifled a laugh.
The hallway opened up into a grand throne room, solid black so wide you couldn’t see the sides and so tall the ceiling was hidden away from any light, assuming there was a roof in the darkness above. At the far end of the room he saw her. Zoxna, archdemon of lust, she who’s cunt claims all, the insatiable queen, his mother.
Seated on a throne more like a giant couch sat Zoxna. Her skin dark purple, her ridged horns rising from her head and curling back. A mane of the blackest hair Scott had ever seen, he didn’t notice it before because it matched the throne outside. Her shoulders slender, her breasts like a pair of yoga balls standing proudly and firm, her abs sharp, her waist narrow and her hips flaring wildly. Between her legs she had a slender yellow skinned clearly female demon. This one was using her three foot long tongue to “amuse” her queen and master while she waited, the archdemon moaning away the time.
As soon as Scott came into view everything stopped. “Ah there he is!” She collected herself with astonishing speed. The yellow demon scurried away, hurrying to pull its dragging tongue back into its mouth. She was on her feet, arms wide, curves bouncing and jiggling just right. Shadows crept from the walls and turned to smoke as they wrapped around her naked form.
Zoxna draped herself in black silk. An outfit that left nothing to the imagination. A golden ring sat around her neck, two straps made up the top of her “dress”, each was barely wide enough to hide her pronounced nipples, the mostly sheer fabric was pulled tight to pancake her massive firm tits against her chest. The straps ran to her groin, diving between her legs to barely conceal her wet obvious and pronounced camel toe. A long train of silk ran between her legs and between the huge cheeks of her ass. “My dear boy!” She exclaimed. “My sweet son! It’s do good to see you. Welcome home!”
Scott was confused. What he knew of his mother came from Eve’s memories, this was far to nice, far to normal, far to human. She pulled him into a long almost crushing hug. Part of Scott’s mind recoiled from her, he was threatened, she was so powerful, he could sense she could kill him if she wanted. He wanted, almost needed, to attack her, establish himself as predator not prey. He fought to control that part of himself. He forced himself to calm down, this close to his mother, it wasn’t as difficult as he thought. She felt warm, familiar, the aura of power that emanated from her, the feel of her soul, he had no doubt of their relation. This was the first time they were meeting but it felt like he’d known her his entire life, maybe he had and never been aware.
She leaned back and kissed him on the cheek, then stepped back to appraise him. She grinned seeming the sheer size of him, the blemish free crimson color or his skin, his wings, his four arms, his horns. “You look so good.” She smiled approvingly. “Come with me Azonath, I’m sure you have questions.”
“Azza-what?” The scantily clad demon queen laughed, it felt as if the very air around him laughed with her, or her amusement caused the are to laugh, it made Scott uneasy.
“Your name, your real name. I never like mortal names. To our kind you are Azonath, son of Zoxna. Prince of lust and desire.” Her talons slid across his cheek, a mother caressing her child’s face. She was shorter than he was but seemed so much bigger.
“I have no idea what’s going on.” He confessed. She chuckled quietly and nodded.
“Yes I know, come, I’ll answer everything.” Mother lead her son out of the throne room and into her private areas of the palace. Scott, or Azanoth now, lost track of time, he and his mother lounged in a huge round room filled with massive cushions, sturdy furniture, long curtains of transparent fabrics. A dozen alcoves lined the space, each filled with a pair of vigorously rutting demons. Scott found the sounds and smells of the place incredibly relaxing as Zoxna shared a wealth of information, who and what he was, how she ended up pregnant with him, his various powers, and more.
She told him everything she knew about his father. His father was another arch demon, a “Broker” a rare breed of demon who could borrow and capture samples of other demons powers and either use them himself or gift them to others. Brokers usually traded powers away for influence or favors, making little empires of their own inside of a more powerful demon lords territory.
His mother confessed. “One minute I’m enjoying a long rough threesome with him and another demon slut, and when I sensed something was off I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t move them no matter how hard I tried, and I’m no weakling.” She stared off into the distance as she explained. “I came so incredibly hard, no glamour could hide it, no pleasure from soul sucking could compare, no sustenance could match and no restraint could contain it, I howled so loud I shook the very earth.” She smiled remembering the pleasure. “I just kept cumming and cumming, when I finally came down they were gone and I knew I was pregnant with you.”
“I don’t know why he did it, I barely understand how he hid himself from me until it was too late. I knew you were something special, a mix of powerful demonic bloodlines. Too powerful, so I couldn’t bring you here.” She helped Scott understand. Other archdemons and any opportunistic demon thinking they’re powerful enough, would try to steal him to harvest his power. She had to leave him in the mortal plane.
He learned ethereal’s, demon and angel kind, were very similar to mortals, humans. Apparently there were angels too. Their forms, at the most basic level were the same. He was born to a mortal, was raised as a mortal, he ended up looking like they do, growing and aging like they did. His form adapting to that life as and locking his true real self away until Evelyn came along and had too much fun, fucking him to death.
Scott asked about what kind of demon powers he had. “Succub, Builder, and Mindflay…sorry, that’s the old name, Mind Taker, are obvious. I sense a few others, Broker probably from your father, Breather, Reaper, or Siren maybe. You have to discover what you can do for yourself or go ask your father.” That had his attention.
“You know where he is?”
“No, but I can.” A flick of her tail summoned a thrall. “Find him.” She snarled, her teeth bared. The thought of Scott’s father clearly pissed her off. Terrified the demon bowed and hurried away. It would take time to find him. Scott was offered a room to rest and wait. On their way back his mother offered him a place to to stay so she could teach him how to use his abilities. The most direct way for her to give him the information, of course, was through sexual contact, directly taking what he needed when her mind and soul opened during orgasm. Try had just strode into to the throne room when she suggested it, Scott turned away at the idea making her laugh.
“I know it seems strange to you right now, damn mortals and their issues, give it a few hundred years. For now though, there are other ways…” In a heartbeat she teleported to the patiently waited Evelyn, grabbed her by the head and teleported back with her. It happened so fast, Scott was stunned. Zoxna pulled his thrall upwards and their lips met in a kiss that got more intense by the second. Using Eve as a conduit Scott was fed a wealth of knowledge about demon kind, the nature of the hells they lived in, and their history. “I could just take this one for night and fuck everything you need to know into her.” His mother said grinning when she finally pulled their lips apart.
He was still stuck on seeing her change positions, in a blink she was beside him, but he next she was across the room, then again and she was back with Evelyn firmly in her grip. It took a minute for him to process what she said. Fuck Evelyn, learn THROUGH her. Part of him rankled, refusing to give up his thrall, she belonged to him, why would he give her to someone else. His power swelled as he subconsciously readied himself to attack, defend his thrall, his property. His mother just smiled a fanged smile. “It’s just for the one night.” She explained, her power flowing like breeze over and around him, calming, soothing, Succub tricks, he ignored it. His eyes began to glow, reddish mist emanating from his mouth and nose as he breathed.
-Please master, calm down.- Evelyn begged, she was desperate, afraid, afraid of losing him. If he attacked his mother she’d kill him in an instant. Azonath closed his eyes, fighting himself back down, he took long breaths, slowly calming down, letting the risen anger slip away.
“Enough.” He said aloud to himself.
“You really need to get control of yourself.” Zoxna tutted. “I won’t hurt her, at least nothing permanent, and I’ll make sure you have some company to sate your need for fighting and fucking.” She summoned a skinny pink skinned thrall to her side with a flick of her tail. “This one will take you to your chamber for tonight. I’ll send him again when I’m done with your little fucktoy here.”
“When you’re done with her?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to say in the morning, I always take a long time when I fuck, and I’m not gentle, but I think this one can take it.” She said with a grin. A thin pink colored arm reached out for him and Scott was lead away. He got lost, he tried to remember the way but there were so many twists and turns he couldn’t keep up, every hall looked to go on forever, just how big was this place?
The little pink one grunted and rapped his bony knuckles against a massive door of black wood and dark metal. Scott started to say thank you but immediately knew he shouldn’t. He grunted in acknowledgment and pushed open the door.
The room was wide and tall, black stone with thick rich rug and thick sturdy furniture. Red silk like cloths fell from the ceiling across the entire room making it difficult for Scott to get a sense of it. A wide balcony jutted from an opening that took up half the far wall. There saw a massive bed in the center of the room. On that bed knelt a naked feminine shape.
Scott pushed his way through the drapes to get a better look. She was beautiful, muscular but not bulky, her skin was green, the same shade as Gornath, she looked strikingly similar to the warrior demon, her brown/black horns curved around the sides of her head. Jet black hair cascaded down her back and pooled on the bed. Small black nails tipped her fingers and toes, nails he knew extended into vicious talons. This was a Reaper demon, no doubt about it, natural, no enhancements from her patron, way his mind told him they should look. What did Zoxna expect him to do, fuck her?
“And you are?” He growled the question.
“My name is Tabrith…” Her voice was a purr that came at him from two directions at once, in front and behind him. A neat trick. “I’m your entertainment.” She grinned. Immediately Axonaths robe fell away, the garment disappearing as a puff of dissipating smoke. Her eyes widened in alarm, seeing how massive his cock was. In the back of his head he reveled in her disbelief, yes he was a new demon, yes the size of his cock was almost impossible, yes it got bigger, yes he was absolutely something special, and no he wasn’t going to go easy on her. Axonaths cock swelled, rising to its full size with alarming speed. His six foot long thigh thick cock extending out from his body, fat drops of oily demonic precum dripping from his cockhead, sizzling on the dark stone as they fell one bat a time with a loud splat.
“Don’t just sit there.” He growled the command menacingly. His eyes alight with Electric fire, red mist floating from his fanged mouth. “Entertain me.”