The acrid smell of gunpowder added to the accumulated dust of the cellar boxes as they exploded between submachine gun holes was nothing less than the perfect setting... If it weren't for the fact that he had lost the beautiful ring that he had bought for almost twelve installments! He had chosen it so carefully, excited and eager to see the moment when he would slide it in her finger...! He was almost insulting himself for losing it... And he still didn't know how the hell it had happened. Millie, curled up in front of him, blinked in confusion.
"Why are you so nervous, Mox? Are we going to make a surprise attack or something?"
There it was again: That genuine expression of adorable curiosity and innocence that, in her current state, with black blood staining the side of her face and the Sig Sauer P320 in her hand, still smoking after the last round of shooting, was an oxymoron, a divine contradiction that, somehow, Moxxie had found and wanted to treasure for the rest of their lives when they were not on the verge of death, and I don't just mean Exterminations (Not for nothing to work as assassins in Turf Wars wasn't a nice thing ...) and he had finally decided to do it that day...
...If it weren't because some bastards had the brilliant idea to raid the restaurant where they were, and since they had both answered for their ruined dinner with gunpowder fire and flying knives, they chased them to that abandoned warehouse.
"THEY WON'T ESCAPE!"
Moxxie stopped frantically searching the lapel of his coat in the vain hope of finding some velvet box inside... and not a grenade. But when he looked at it closely and then the yellow eyes of his beloved Millie, it was as if everything, from the screams of the other imps trying to find them, to his own anxiety, had vanished.
And in fact, the safety ring of the grenade that he was holding tightly looked a lot like...
"FILL THEM WITH HOLES!"
"Here, I take thee, Mildred..."
With a 'Click', he removed the safety ring, before the glassy gaze of the woman, who began to tremble...
"In good and bad times..."
He tossed it over the wooden box, making a perfect arc through the air and toward the heads of their pursuers.
"Moxxie..."
"...In health and sickness..."
"BUT WHAT...?!"
A serene Moxxie slipped the iron ring over the finger of a sobbing Millie...
"...To love you and respect you..."
"MOTHERFUCK...!"
It was definitely a fucking miracle that the box where they had taken shelter had withstood such a shock wave that had blown up everything around them in a red and yellow fireball filled with tinderbox and fragments of completely charred imp meat, giving a perfect enhancement to the scene.
"...As my-"
"YES!" Millie screeched hugging him with such aggression and momentum that she sent them both to the ground. Moxxie's groan of pain as he hit his head and back from behind was replaced by strangled sounds of joy and relief as he felt Millie's warm lips take hold of his; then they wallowed in hugs and laughter of pure happiness on the floor full of shavings, twisted metal, and charred and shredded meat chunks.
...And in fact they almost ended up making love right there for the same euphoria of the moment, if it weren't for a call from Blitzo.
...Just like now.
"What on Earth...? Ugh, sir, I swear to Satan that unless you've a very good reason to call...!"
"That's your way to greet me now? Damn I was right, marriage drastically changes people, you've no longer have time for me! Why you and your whore aren't just being in concubinage like pretty everyo...?!"
"If you don't tell me what you want I'm going to hang up." Moxxie growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand, leaning back on the side of the bed, for Millie was stretching like a cat, yawning and all. Blitzo snorted that made him pull the phone away from his ear with a grimace.
"Pssst, not a fucking day has passed and you've already got more boring than usual. Aaaanywaaay, I have a job that you might like."
"Denied."
"What?! You haven't even heard the details!"
"Sir, a marriage license is what the name suggests: Leave of absence from work due to marriage." Moxxie snapped irritably. He'd had this conversation before and wasn't about to explain to his wayward boss about how labor laws worked, even in Hell. "...And before you start again, sir, I remind him: You're the one who gave it to us."
A silence on the other end of the line nearly made the white-haired demon hang up when... "...Ugh, you had to remember that, bastard. You took advantage of my moment of weakness. Agh, whatever. Enjoy your marriage, legal union, whatever the fuck is, I just hope you dorks don't drop in performance when you finally finish your fucking license and bring your asses back to the office..." A distant noise of something bubbling echoed through the call. "...OH FUCK ME!"
"S-sir, are you okay?"
"Haha, nothing happens Moxx Soxx, I just burned myself with the bacon oil for my Loony's breakfast, nothing serious."
Moxxie rolled his eyes. "...Are you frying bacon shirtless for your Voxtagram again, aren't you?"
But the older imp had already hung up. Moxxie just turned off the phone and snuggled better in the torn sheets; The morning had surprised them with a sudden icy blizzard that had chilled their bodies, most certainly not the desire to continue lazily caressing each other. All he wanted to do was stay snuggled next to the glorious body of his hot wife. Nothing appealed to him as much as lying on any surface and making themselves shout the other's name in ecstasy until their voices got hoarse.
...Apparently Millie must have read his intentions, because she immediately jumped playfully from the bed and, naked and shameless, she went to the dresser in the room in search of a hairbrush. She deliberately took her time, rummaging through the drawers, tilting her back as far as she could to expose her derriere between strong blushes...
It sounded funny, but until a couple of years ago before she met him, and especially after growing up among male imps and in a rough country environment, the southern female imp hadn't discovered her own sensuality as a woman until she left the nest and started working as a lone mercenary who sold her services to the highest bidder, arriving in the form of effusive proposals after a successful job, occasional flirtations in a bar or even, on one occasion, that she had to suck the landlord's cock because she hadn't reached enough for pay the weekly rent... She just went, did what they wanted, they had a good time and that was all, no hugs or at least breakfast the next day together, even if it was some very burnt toast. Yes, Millie had a lot of fun, but at the same time she felt that she was limiting herself a lot and, therefore, she didn't feel really satisfied... And up to that point, the most satisfying orgasms she had were thanks of a pink dildo with vibrator that she always carried it everywhere, because sometimes while she waited for a target of the moment to come into her field of view so that she could kill it, she had to distract herself with something...
...And even after Moxxie stumbled across her path, her toy was still there, but no longer to comfort her on lonely nights, but to sweeten and enhance the fiery fantasies she had with the sweet white-haired male sniper.
Because it was really with Moxxie that Millie was finally able to be herself, finally unleashing her fierce dominating country girl sensuality without her having to hold back, as her new lover not only tolerated her outbursts of madness and sadism in bed, but also he encouraged them and even liked to participate in them, even between blushes and shyness, as if he was touching a big and wild beast that could kill him... Even though she wanted to kill him with kisses or suffocate him by sitting on his face.
Even lost in those memories (and the hot ones from last night and still pulsing inside her gut...), she didn't realize that the stealthy mercenary had encircled her waist in his claws, making her jump out of fright.
"You know I always adore a good performance, but now I don't want the scream of a horror star... but rather that sounds of a pornstar."
"Haha, that's funny," Millie replied teasingly, placing her claws over his so as not to release the hug from behind her, leaning against his warm skin. "Ah'm hungry, and not the one yer thinking of." She added, closing her eyes, enjoying her husband's moan of disappointment. "You deserve it for scaring me like that."
"Hey, I already had a hard time with Blitzo's jokes, and he already made me three this week, not counting the one when he faked his own death and in the middle of the funeral he got up from his coffin... Damn, if he didn't give me a heart attack. I would have really killed him for real." Moxxie grumbled as he mechanically caressed one of the breasts that now belonged to him by marriage, between giggles from her owner. "How about we order pancakes and scrambled eggs?"
"And fruit salad, my old bro used to say that the day after the wedding night one should eat very well to regain strength, just like when ye have a shitty as fuck hangover."
"Whatever you want, darling," Moxxie conceded lovingly, and then he laughed. By the way... Weren't you looking for this?" And he handed her a hairbrush with his tail, Millie stared at him. "Your hair looks like a giant haystack and although I like it a lot, I don't think you bent over just like that just to give me a private show."
Millie blushed to the roots of her hair and punched him on the shoulder.
...
Blitzo took advantage of the fact that it was Saturday to take the day off and stay home. Loona still hadn't come out of her cave (And having returned home after 4:00 AM after staying drinking, it was doubtful that she would come out until sunset), so the older imp spent it in his room lounging around, drinking his weight on coffee and soda, as well as jerking off to some porn.
...He was still cursing himself that Loona took away his video camera, because without a doubt what he had seen after climbing four floors was the hottest thing he had seen of his employees in a good time, cursing himself even more because he could not touch himself in that same instant for literally hanging out for the whole time he spent there spying on them, at least three hours before of... Who would say that the two lovebirds who spent their time looking at each other in a disgustingly cloying way in the office were fucking kinkies when they thought no one was looking at them? And who knows what other crazy things they would do from now on (And what he was eager to see...) although Blitzo was a firm believer that marriage was a literal passion killer; lots of protocol, corny speeches, ridiculous suits and seeing those relatives you wish you could see dead in the same place as you... Ugh, so much bullshit for using rings while fucking, like those stinky humans from Earth, for all Hells!
...Though in hindsight, that would hardly happen in the case of those two: From the day they had joined the company, both with a good body count on their records, they made very clear their status as a fucking lovey-dovey couple; They both came from the Circle of Wrath and according to Millie, both had fallen in love when they tried to kill the same target and between the competition to fulfill the assignment, they started dating, ("Damn, it's so cheesy it makes me sick" Blitzo told himself rolling his eyes), moving to the Pride Ring and staying in the business of assassination to survive and get a decent home outside of the stinking room where they had been staying since they had arrived in Imp City.
When he met them it was damn obvious that they're as different as Holy Water and Hellfire: Moxxie was the strategist and Millie was the brute force. Moxxie was a nervous waste and Millie a cheerful powerhouse... How the fuck did those two seem to get along so well? Blitzo didn't understand, less Loona (And she didn't care). ...But hey, if those two complement each other equally well in the blood money business, then it would be nice to put up with their nauseating display of cuddles and cheesy glances in the hours they were in the office waiting for the next assignment... And so on they lasted until four months later, when Blitzo saw the skull-embossed gold ring flanking a peanut-sized diamond in one of Moxxie's desk drawers, hidden in a red velvet box.
"Fuck me, you must be joking, Mox." Blitzo had said through his teeth and shaking his head at that moment... And although he knew it would be impossible to try to dissuade his idiot employee of his plans, because he knew how fucking stubborn Moxxie was when 'you had to do the right thing, blah, blah...'. at least he could make a good prank about it.
... And fuck that really worth it, the face that Moxxie made when Blitzo gave them the lost ring in the middle of the wedding was to die of laughter, thank Satan that his Loony had recorded everything!
When he finished to cum with the end of the video and cleaning himself, Blitzo began to review his messages... There was still the call that he had very early in the morning... In fact, that was the reason why Blitzo had to leave in the middle of the "M&M premium voyeur show" because his phone had started to vibrate and he had to drop down himself so he wouldn't be discovered, hitting himself hard over with some garbage bags... So naturally, Blitzo wasn't in the best mood to answer that fucking unknown number, but...
"Listen whoever you are, stupid, apart from the fact that it's very early, I have a monumental headache, so if it's about selling me a timeshare, you can go to..."
"Oh? Is this how you address one of your underworld lords? You got balls, you imp."
"Yes, very large ones that I doubt you can swallow without choking, just so you know. What do you want?"
"I like your sense of humor~ Very much in line with what they described to me about you, Blitzo. I have an assignment that may interest you."
"...I hope it's worth it to be calling at fucking 3:33 AM... (1)."
"Oh, you'll see…"
"Fuck me, this is big." Blitzo thought as he returned home and collapsed into his bed to get some sleep and ease his back bruised from the fall; The offer and the benefits would be potentially astronomical if everything went well, an extremely odd opportunity that rarely came to them apart from the typical sloppy and small-time jobs that they used to receive during the week... Yes, they received one or another important order at the time, being one of the few assassination startups in that sector of the Pride Ring, full of Turf Wars and all that shit, but... this? Hell, maybe Blitzo could finally buy himself a pony!
Unfortunately, there were already three assignments to complete and even if Blitzo wanted to send them to hell and focus solely on this one, he knew it would be stupid to deny an assignment to an Overlord, especially if the aforementioned was that fucking cocksucking pimp, Valentino...
...He had no choice but to call the dynamic duo. And of course, of course, they refused. Blitzo had snorted in disgust: Stupid Moxxie and his stupid marriage license... Fuck it up on his ass, rather...
…
The cold remains of pancakes with blackberry syrup and scrambled eggs had long been left on the nightstand, where Millie's phone had fallen to the plush floor from vibrating non-stop, saturated with missed calls and texts, most of her brothers or friends wishing her well or giving her their condolences because her single status was murdered, asking her morbid details of the night before ("Tell me if he can play down there as well as he plays the guitar, Mills.") or lessons from her Mama to know "behave like a wife... despite that husband ya got." ...As well as messages from Blitzo, the last of them asking them immediately contact him when they could.
In fact, the female imp was going to call him to see what happened, but after an annoying growl from her husband and being dragged into the bathroom moments later, she had forgotten it and she assumed that it would be something they could attend to later, because in the words of Mama Lin: "Yer no longer the girlfriend, yer a wife and ye must give yerself yer place." ...Also with such a bathroom, bright, made of marble and tiles, as well as a huge shower with real hot water, (Hot water with steam! She've long missed the hot water with steam from the nearby hot springs to the volcanoes of her native home!) was something that shouldn't be wasted, so Millie, dazzled, rushed into the shower and let the water run to the maximum, washing her hair thoroughly. The space began to fill with steam as if it was a Turkish sauna, inflaming the atmosphere... A tender kiss on her shoulder made her smile, but she didn't turn her head.
"Can I help you with your back, Millie?"
"If you insist." She replied still smiling, moving her long hair to leave her back uncovered. Moxxie rubbed his soap-smeared hands... But out of nervousness more than anything else. Nervousness about what? Hadn't they fucked already, and more than once? Perhaps it was because of the fact that he was still feeling intimidated, of not being able to believe it... This seemed more like a dream, a beautiful and cruel dream, as if he feared that by blinking he would be alone again.
He ran his fingers over the smooth skin that as well was striated at the same time by the scars on his wife's back, now blurred into subtle white streaks, no doubt the product of knife or claw fights, with such a veneration as if he was touching a real Holland & Holland Royal Deluxe (2), but Moxxie knew that no expensive weapon plated in gold, jewels and even blessed by God would have the same value that he would always attribute to Millie, as cheesy as it sounds (and Blitzo would scoffs about it) Because this is how he feels, this is how he would feel from now on.
Blessed be the hour when she, the damn rascal, had stolen his prey in that day.
...Lost in the good memories, he barely noticed Millie's claws slide down his cheeks and drew him to her mouth, caressing his white sideburns, now completely glued to his face by the hot water; He groaned, defeated by his desire, and slid his fingers behind Millie's head to hold her better and devour hers with relish.
But his hands couldn't stay still, and Moxxie slid them down her neck and shoulders, until those breasts that rose perky, defiant. He adored those firm, perfectly round breasts, those nipples that hardened at the touch of his hands, his lips, and his tongue. He wanted to feel them against his face and without hesitation Moxxie dipped his face between them and brought them together with his claws, rubbing her nipples incessantly. He heard her racing heart under her ribs and felt the vibration of her moans, as Millie gave herself completely to his caresses and hugged him tightly against her, throwing her head back and arching her body, shuddering at the hardness of his manhood against her thigh. The mist of the hot steam wasn't as fiery as the mist of pleasure they were both in now, hopelessly lost.
Moxxie was making real efforts to control himself seeing her touching him with the same adoration than him moments before... Without a word, Millie slowly knelt before him, spending time on his white freckled shoulders and lean arms, pinching the dark masculine nipples to the point of pulling out gasps from him, licking the whitish hair on his chest that faded into imperceptible hairs through his flat stomach to the torrid 'White Jungle' that spanned his lower abdomen... But cruelly, his wife went straight to his trembling digitigrade legs, ignoring Moxxie's strangled moan, which increased as he saw her lower still further and kiss his hooves, tilting both her head and back to the ground that she was showing (to the consolation of the poor demon) a glorious view of her round buttocks and the even more glorious slit between them.
"Millie... don't do this to me..."
"...Patience is a virtue, my love."
"B-but Millie, we are demons, virtue is not part of us."
"Hehe, it's true, but that doesn't prevent cultivating it. And since ye've been such a good boy, it's time for yer reward."
Moxxie gasped like an illusioned child, his hungry manhood leapt forward, eager to play, crying out for attention and affection, and Millie generously granted it, touching very gently, pulling the smooth skin off the head to directly lick the glans, with wet kisses...The sniper groaned, feeling the friction magnify tenfold in one hit. He claws slowly rose to the tip, then she licked their entire length and tore another deep, guttural moan from his throat that could be heard amid the din of the water falling copiously on their bodies and the marble floor... His yellow eyes they glowed dilated as his wife inserted his hard phallus between erotic sucking noises as her lips and tongue enveloped him. She began to move and stimulate herself at her pleasure point, Moxxie lowered his claws to caress her, but Millie stopped him... "Not yet..." she managed to articulate with her mouth full of him; raptured, Moxxie supported his arms to keep his hips forward and watched her as she accelerated, caressing his testicles with one claw and her insides with the other. He only he was able to look at her and moan; His hips moved of their own accord, pulling him toward her warm, wet throat. It was as if he had been injected with a strong sedative. A hoarse, guttural moan rose from his throat as his hot seed spilled, Moxxie couldn't help but hold her head so tightly that, upon returning from his ecstasy, she feared marks would remain on her scalp... But she didn't notice even or didn't care.
Panting, Moxxie squatted down, grabbed her shoulders and gave her a deep kiss, moaning as he tasted himself. A trickle of saliva and male fluids was hanging between them when they separated "...It's not fair that you have to wait for me to get the happy ending first." he murmured with a hint of embarrassment. Millie laughed and shrugged.
"Ya know Ah can't resist, and it's not my fault, 'Little Sure Shot'," she replied mockingly, panting as much as he. "But if ya feel so much guilt, then pay off yer debt to me."
"...You fucking rascal, you'll see," Moxxie growled passionately, leaning down and kneeling over her.
He went down her neck, her shoulders, her arms, leaving a trail hotter than steamy water itself. Fired up, he applied his tongue to her nipples, circled, nipped gently, and sucked, with Millie grabbing his hair and one of his horns, as she always liked to do, to hold his head on top of her. She leaned her head back and arched her body to bring him as close to her as she could, and moaned each time his ravenous tongue caused a surge of pleasure that ran from her chest to her belly, feeling the drops of the shower fall directly on her eyes. Millie craned her neck and threw her head back, groaning in abandon, sitting on the slippery floor of the shower. Moxxie stared at her ecstatically, letting out his forked tongue in one swift movement like a snake savoring the air and his prey; On the one hand, what he wanted was to fuck her like a savage until he was satisfied with her... On the other hand, he wanted the pleasurable agony to last and postpone the climax as long as they could. He kissed her stomach and stepped down, feeling the dark hairs tingle against his lips as he parted the large petals of her flesh flower to get some precious nectar... Between deep licksfrom him and loud gasps from Millie, Moxxie sighed: "Your taste... It's so sinful, and yet so beautiful..."
"Moxxie!" The female imp exclaimed in the middle of her delirium, feeling her belly burn with those words. Moxxie was always good at expressing, no doubt because of his education much more cultured than hers, demonstrating it in his songs on the guitar... as in the obscene expressions and at the same time full of purple prose (3) that he sighed in her ears as he continuing to tonguefucked her, holding her by the legs to keep her still and at his complete mercy. The shower water and steam made everything difficult to see, so only the two pairs of yellow eyes could be seen shining through the mist, one on top of the other.
"Fo-for the Nine Circles, Mox, ride me now..." she murmured.
It was uncomfortable to fuck on the floor, but the wet, slippery sensation was new and incredibly exciting. Moxxie grabbed her hips and thrust her hot, hard cock right into her entrance, leaving the delicacy aside; Millie moaned excited by that rudeness, by the pressing need of her man, clinging to his body as if he was a lifebuoy in the middle of the sea, both lost in the pleasure of the other's body, of the other's love. Husband and wife joined in another savage kiss that was as if they wanted to fully melt into each other to find relief from their tremendous urgency. Desperately, they devoured their mouths and tongues dripped with saliva as Moxxie continued his fierce thrusts inside her, his virtuous fingers vibrating the inner strings of the guitar encased in the middle of Millie's broad hips until she fell apart in a symphony of screams and sighs, making her abandon herself to this intelligent, sweet and considerate man who loved her and filled her as she had dreamed of being filled by being his, fully his. They turned to their sideways, still ramming and rocking each other, moans, gasps, and dirty expressions flooding the steamy atmosphere.
It was funny how, when they lived in the Circle of Wrath, amidst tensions of both families and the assignments, they barely had time for caresses, so these were always rushed, interrupted, incomplete...
"Oh, Millie," he moaned, running his tongue over the wet flesh of her neck. "You are so soft, so beautiful... I won't get bored of this."
"Me neither, Hun. Yer my man. Yer mine, mine…" she exclaimed, pressing her claws against his back in that possessive gesture that he liked so much.
They reached the summit once more together, Moxxie surrendering and freeing himself inside her, Millie inflicting him new claw wounds from the ecstasy, and though they burned from the water, Moxxie didn't care, after all, the purplish welts on Millie's ruby skin by his fangs were still visible, evidence of the fury unleashed by his desire; Just as imps had a marked sexual dimorphism between males and females, they were also territorial and they loved to show it... They were the clear proof that he was hers, and that she was completely his.
...
"Fuck me... A-achoo!"
"We can't refuse, love... Let's make the best of this, and who knows? It sounds exciting."
"How the hell do you do it?" Moxxie had asked her incredulously, getting up from the bed with difficulty; Mucus dripped from his nose and his eyelids felt heavy. "This must be a fucking joke, sick on my own honeymoon" he thought annoyed. He consoled himself with the tender and at the same time hot image of his wife wearing only his white shirt, so it was a little too big for her; If it wasn't for his sudden sneezes, he'd already be dragging her to the bed to ravish her.
Millie was no stranger to the hungry (and sick) dog look her poor sickly husband was giving her, so she pushed him onto the bed so that she rested her head on his bare chest, her long hair wet like black snakes enveloping them. She heard him sigh as he stared at the ceiling, as she bit her lip.
They had heard their boss's gruff voice in that long voicemail as Millie was wrapping a towel around her head and Moxxie had just pulled some clean pants out of the suitcase... But it wasn't a crazy thing like going trout fishing in the Cocito (4) or stealing beer bottles from homeless people. No, it was something bigger.
"(...) ...I'm really sorry (no, not true) to be a messenger of bad omen, but it is an assignment that we cannot refuse, so you can go telling your husband's troll dick to stop acting like a pussy with those fucking licenses and get your ass up. The client will call you in a few hours."
"...Sometimes I really hate him," Moxxie had finally muttered after several minutes of silence. Millie sighed, rubbing the base of one of his horns, knowing that always soothed him.
The call, in fact, had come less than an hour after hearing that voicemail from their boss. The velvety but sinister voice chilled both of their blood, erasing the giggling mood and ruining plans to snuggle up and nap before giving in to the temptation to order room service... They took their hands, as if seeking to lean on the other, overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions: Emotion and fear.
"...Your boss has given us your credentials, and both certainly have a very interesting background that is useful for this assignment. He certainly seemed... disappointed that he couldn't do it himself..."
Moxxie squeezed his eyes shut, squeezing the precious (and lethal) treasure of his that was now breathing evenly against his chest, placidly (and also tense) nestled in his arms. He should've assumed it, he should've foreseen it... This kind of work, together with the ruler, the gravedigger and the whore, DOES NOT have a departure time where you can forget about everything, you always take work to home and you will always have unforeseen work.
"...We're waiting for you in Port Lagneia (5), for the sunset tomorrow. The main butler will be waiting for you at the entrance of the port, I trust you are as good as your advertising suggests..."
How he wanted to refuse, forget that that call ever existed, continue in that wonderful little world that he and Millie had created together in the delicious reddish slumber of the bedroom until they embark on the peaceful prairies of Hell Hall and see the "Not so sinful sinners" walk around while dipping their feet in the waters of Styx River and even making love with impunity before the empty eyes of the non-baptized who sometimes swarmed around... But that was no longer going to happen.
Damn the time they decided to call them.
If they returned in one piece from this new odyssey, he would ask for three things: The trip to the plains from which a lot of money has already been spent, money to enjoy said vacations to the said prairies... And a tie to strangle Blitzo.
"I await you, imps. From your governor... Asmodeus."
TBC
Author's Notes:
(1) It is known that belief that 3:30 or 3:33 AM as "the hour of the witches" or "the hour of the devil".
(2) Created and distributed by the prestigious English armory Holland & Holand (founded in 1835), prices for this company's rifles can exceed $ 200,000.
(3) According to literary criticism, purple prose is called that extravagant, ornate or flowery narrative.
(4) Cocytus: Frozen lake of the Ninth Circle of Hell where, according to the Divine Comedy, Satan was established.
(5) From the Greek λαγνεία (lagneúō) = Lust/Having sex.