Somewhere or other in Hell stood the royal castle, a mansion almost completely built from dark-gray stone - two eight-story buildings stood far apart, connected by a smaller one. A spacious balcony occupied the west side of the left-side building, a staircase connecting it and the ground.
A round wall enclosed it, encompassing almost seven-hundred meter's worth of land. Four towers rose from it, and Malevolence was currently on a high floor in the south-facing one. A smile on her face, the princess's gaze was fixed on prince Gaap's city.
A lava river further encircled the castle, kept ablaze by infernal magic and the energy of its wailing souls, a good distance away from the wall. The area was empty and quiet, with one exception - a short way's north, fire swept across an unremarkable wasteland. The flames stretched onward and onward, had already consumed almost a hundred square meters.
The only thing that would make the bonfire seem out of the ordinary was that a few of the flames had shaped a human hand.
Magma couldn't define how exactly she felt about this. She had long known that this would happen, but even so, she could not. Mentally, she made a fond sigh. "Two-hundred years." The flames calmed as memories crossed her mind.
Once, she had been to the grassland called the Plains of Regret and Berith's palace. There, she had enjoyed a meal and conversation with the marquis. Briefly amused herself with the prisoners of the Plains.
When she had still been mortal, one of their dates had been a second try at their dinner in Hell. All the same musicians, and the most delicious foods a hundred worlds across the Milky Way had to offer.
Once, they had discussed her goal for the next century - to reunite the dimensions of darkness and build an army mighty enough to conquer all planes. Then they would author a new working order for the universe. Mephisto had been hesitant, acutely aware that it would take a near-impossible blend of speed and discretion.
For twelve years, they had raised Malevolence together. Weathered many moments of dealing with a rambunctious shapeshifter.
After a while, she got another idea for how to spend the occasion. Around the area, the flames began to move, drawing back together into one bonfire that took on a woman's shape.
Magma kissed his neck, eliciting a sharp breath from Mephisto. Her flame bothered him a bit, a feeling drowned out almost a hundredfold by the gentle warmth of it. She made her next kiss to his lips, only pulling away after a long moment.
Grinning to him, she shifted her position, made a teasing prod at him. In a single, powerful thrust, she sheathed his sword. Mephisto groaned loudly, every inch wrapped in familiar heat.
No words passed between husband and wife as they began in earnest. Laying her hands on Mephisto's relatively broad chest, Magma pulled back from his lap, then slid down again - a rhythm that took only moments to drive him to his peak.
Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of hot obsidian release, her loins squeezing every drop from him.
They opened again after a moment, to a smirk that conveyed his quickly laid Magma down and himself on top, then pushed into her depths. She made a few moans, knowing how he liked that. The sound of her echoed in his ears and in his mind, and his next thrust elicited a throaty gasp from her.
She felt it building, in every cell of her body, another heat almost more intense than her own could be. Felt it building, felt a craving to equal it. With every moment and movement, she lost a bit more ground before that explosion.
Almost without warning, he shot into her once more, and her eyes went wide. A burst of hellfire erupted from her, sweeping outward in all directions, engulfing them. Overcome with both fiery pain and delight, Mephisto's arms gave out, and he fell down on her - head pressing against head, chest pressing against chest.
The flames died away almost as rapidly as they had come. After a moment of resting from her peak, she wrapped her arms around him.
After a while, Magma thought to herself that she had lost track of time in here. It suited her just fine. Smiling, she decided to simply enjoy this moment.
After a while, Mephisto withdrew from her embrace. Sitting up, he admired her - she was soundly asleep, her right arm slung across her stomach while her left rested at her side. Her golden hair was disheveled. The bedsheets covered only to her, laying her ample chest bare to his eyes.
Eventually, they had continued - he had gotten atop her, rod nestled between her breasts. Hoarse breaths escaped him, eyes squeezed shut. Every motion left him feeling seared to the bone, left him craving more. She grinned at the sounds he let out.
Finally, he shuddered his release. The inky gunk bubbled between her bosoms, dissolving. After a moment to rest, Mephisto laid down on her left.
"No more," Mephisto said. "I am much too weary to go on."
Magma was just fine with that. "Yeah, so am I."
About half an hour passed swiftly. Magma had left their bedroom and begun heading to their daughter. She learned from a servant she had passed and asked in the hallway - a big N'Garai - of her whereabouts, that Malevolence was in the kitchen again.
A bright smile broke out on Malevolence's face at the sight of Magma. The child looked her way, meal forgotten.
"Hello, mother," Malevolence greeted. "How was your week? And are you and father done now?"
"Until next time," Magma said, musing that a week sounded right. "Anyway, I was thinking that the three of us could go on a trip sometime. It's been a while since I was last to Gaap's place. What do you think about that?"
"Sure," said Malevolence. "That sounds like fun." Magma could only agree with that.