Sloth Digs Deeper I
Notes:
Welcome back, everyone! Next up on the hunt for McGuffins is Belphegor! But how do you write an adventure around someone who's primary trait is laziness? Time to find out!
With night falling on New Zealand, the Sins decided to stay at a fancy hotel and leave Dunedin first thing in the morning. Maria now had time to repeat her process for the Belphegor, much to the lazy demons' slight indifference.
This vision took her into the lush tropical hills, her sight descending into a spacious cave with crystal clear water.
"The Two Sisters Cave, near Kingston, Jamaica!" She blurted to only Lucifer, hanging around their hotel balcony in her black night gown, and Belphegor who was lounging nearby with her furry ears perking up in interest.
"So, like once I get that Mattock of Diligentia, I can just lounge on the beach and listen to reggae? Sounds like a sweet deal to me!"
"'A sweet deal?' The Virtues know about our mission now. Sorry to burst your bubble but tt's only gonna get harder from here." Lucifer corrected.
"Okay, sucks that I'll have to fight but you know, whatever."
"Here's hoping your confidence is out of pride for your abilities…" Lucifer headed inside to go to bed, knowing that she wouldn't mind more challenges but that was her.
"You two, get some sleep. We're leaving at the crack of dawn tomorrow. I have something else to take care of first…"
That "something else" was a very clingy Leviathan who hugged onto Lucifer's knees, whining like a spoiled toddler.
"Pleeeeeeease! I promise I'll give you all the cuddles you want!"
Lucifer had to kick her away. "No, I am not letting you piss in my bed again!"
"Awww, c'mooon!"
"Cuddle Behemoth! You're lucky I'm letting you sleep in the same room as me."
Levi pouted as she flopped on her bed overdramatically, mumbling obscenities into her pillow, before reluctantly summoning Behemoth. She squeezed him with a huff trying to get Lucifer to feel bad.
A very content Lucifer paid her zero mind as she sank into her pillows to relax.
"Just you wait, everybody… I'm coming for you all soon." She thought before dozing off.
Others were not sleeping so peacefully. Belphegor was finishing up some business on her tablet with heavy eyes. She was used to staying up this late anyway and could sleep in as much as she wanted on the plane ride if need be. She did have an example to set for her followers, after all.
Maria, despite being snug under the covers, could do anything but sleep. Her mind had been racing like the night Lucifer fought Michael. Dread was creeping in once more. They were getting closer after another victory and yet today brought back some painful feelings and questions.
"Are all angels this bad?" she asked herself with a troubled sigh.
"What's up with you?" Belphegor suddenly asked. Maria turned her head to see Belphegor's heavy golden eyes on her.
"Oh, it's nothing really…"
While too tired to care, Belphegor figured that Maria was at least feeling insomnia and offered a solution.
A few presses on her tablet and out popped a round pillow that looked like it was sculpted out of feather down, almost resembling an oddly curled up bird. Maria was perplexed but she didn't want to reject a gift from her friend. As soon as she laid down on the pillow, drowsiness overcame her and she melted into its fluffy embrace with a content sleepy smile.
By morning everyone gathered what little they had and headed out on the plane leaving the picturesque Dunedin off in the distance and onward to Jamaica. Everyone was set to occupy their time by either their respective hobbies or sleeping.
And only an hour into the flight, Belphegor found she wasn't as tired as she thought. She decided to go see what Salem was up to and she'd take him up in his offer to come help her with new designs for the MMO. For some reason, the artist had holed himself in one of the cabins since take-off.
Salem had lit some spine candles, with Dance of the Knights blaring through his earbuds, and was hard at work drawing away at several ideas on cocktail napkins with his ink pen. Strewn around the desk were reference bases of all the ladies in his company from the Sins to Maria, he even had his Sleeping Giant finally painted. Among them were scribbles of an army of Behemoths marching into warfare, changelings watching the sunset, or humas and demons fighting side by side against a sphinx.
Belphegor nodded at it all, but it seemed like Salem was frustrated with one particular drawing on another cocktail napkin; a drawing of the Vault from New Zealand. He ended up scratching his napkin and chucked the piece away in annoyance before he turned around and noticed Belphegor.
"Oh, hey Belph, what's new?" he asked, surprised yet happy.
"Just bored, and I'd thought I'd take you up on the offer to help me out with my game designs. I wanna see what you're made of."
"That was quick…" he thought before nodding. A few taps on the demon's tablet later and a flash of light engulfed them before appearing in another realm of pink nebulous space and toys both demonic and mundane. Belphegor herself was situated on her green slimeball in her pink pajamas with monster slippers, glancing around.
"Huh? Salem? Where'd you go?"
Right on cue Salem casually walked out of a giant dollhouse looking like nothing had happened but was now face to face was Belphegor's toyetic dimension.
"Wow, so this is what a toy store of doom looks like…"
He stepped forward and found gravity pushing him towards the bottom of the house and he could walk on it straight like it was nothing. He casually walked up the wall and onto the roof to meet Belphegor eye to eye.
"Wow, look at you! You're in your element giving the finger to physics in colorful chaos."
"Yeah, not gonna lie, this is kind of what my dream playroom as a kid would look like." He leapt up towards a rectangular block, running along it even as it tilted down before jumping onto a pink sphere. Even as it spun like a globe, his feet remained glued to the surface.
"Something tells me you were really fun for the babysitters… But, all jokes aside, let's get down to business here. See I've been trying to figure out some more unique designs for environments."
Belphegor warped both of them to a picturesque fantasy forest with towering oaks and sunbeams dappling the grassy ground. "Pretty, right? Also, pretty bland. This might as well be a placeholder… I need something new, just as challenging as the monsters they face. So, what'cha got Salem?"
"Hmmm, what if we reduced the amount of dry land here, like a tsunami came here? And while the ground is flooded, the only refuge are these plateaus of land that connect to the branches of this one giant, gnarled tree jutting out of the water?"
Belphegor nodded along, adjusting the landscape to match his words. A truly biblical wave of water submerged almost the entire woodland, leaving only a few cliffs dry. A massive timber miles high and tremendously wide erupted, bringing with it wooden bridges large enough for covered wagons to ride across.
"That's it, keep going! How will players make it to these top branches where the boss is?"
"I was thinking they'd have to make it through the underwater caves which are actually the roots to this tree and swim make it to the top."
Belphegor was gleefully adding all of these to her notes, imaging all the puzzles she could put it for future raids. She had gotten more ideas in five minutes than her last half a dozen writers. At this rate, she'd have an entirely new expansion done!
Soon Salem was lounging on one of the land terraces with Belphegor as they chatted more about ideas from creature designs to something more drastic.
"You want me to do what with my game?"
"Go into surrealism! Like a dimension that turns the players into globs of paint! Something nobody has ever bothered doing like… Fantasy noir! Sci-fi goes black and white all the time yet fantasy never has!"
Belphegor could only chuckle. "As much as I like your brain, that's way too much. It'd be changing the mechanics and aesthetic, meaning totally restarting the development which would be super expensive…"
Salem raised an eyebrow. "Can't you just ask Mammon for some help?"
Belphegor's face dropped in dread. "Mammon is the bookkeeper. Every time I want to so much as add new BGM, I have to clear it through her. Just getting servers built and keeping them on is a money pit. No offense, but I'm not going up to demon lord of greed with an untested concept that would cost millions to start."
Her fellow artist was flabbergasted about the money, but also bummed that his ideas was ignored.
"That's not to say I don't like the idea. It's true that fantasy noir is something pretty unique. And if something more simplistic like new aesthetics, they could easily be implemented like for holidays, then I'll consider them. Fair warning: you're doing almost all the work since all I'd be doing is clicking a few boxes."
"You know, maybe I should stick to my day job…" he chuckled, grateful for the recognition but also wasn't surprised that the lord of sloth was pawning off all of the effort. He got up and started leaping over to the upper branches.
"Aren't you worried about your relic? You're next up and you haven't mentioned it once."
"Dude, it's me, lord of sloth. Chillaxing is my job! Besides, there's not much to worry about here. We're three for zero and we're getting down on the beach." Belphegor stretched her leg up, exposing her panties even more. Salem glanced away, but the demoness chuckled at the blush on his cheeks.
"I-I just thought I'd ask. I mean, I've never had anyone to ask how they're holding up. And y-yeah, I've always wanted a Caribbean vacation. The people and culture there fascinate me… Visiting the harbors, seeing the sun rise and set over the coast… And somebody to actually see it with…"
Belphegor felt a tiny heat in her cheeks. She'd never heard somebody worry about her aside from the state of her room. It also reminded her how this guy literally had nobody before being dropped into Hell. As they made their way to the topmost terrace facing a Motte-and-bailey castle, she had an idea.
"Okay, we need to get you involved in some socializing outside of just the Seven of us. And I know just the place! Trust me, you'll love it!"
Salem wasn't about to argue with that idea. This game was already giving him a job opportunity but a place he could finally connect with someone outside of a chat room.
"You'd really do that for me? Damn…I appreciate this a ton Belphegor, plus I can switch into the clothes from before for a change."
"Now that's the spirit!" Belphegor chimed. "Oh, but before we go there something I wanted to show you.."
Salem's eyebrow raised as a tiny grin formed on her face. "Yeah? What's that?"
The demoness launched forward towards Salem's face with her panty covered crotch landing perfectly square in his face, knocking him to the ground with most of his face in Belphegor's camel toe. As Salem was processing what the Hell just happened, Belphegor piped up.
"I saw you peeking earlier. All you had to do was ask, you know? Consider it a thank you for the new ideas!"
"Ummm… fhanks." Salem muffled through her crotch which gave her a light jolt and a faint blush on her cheeks. The man himself couldn't help but take in the strangely alluring scent, regular femininity but also something sugary sweet like all of the desserts she enjoyed. And her private area was exceptionally smooth and well-cushioned thanks to her slothful lifestyle, making Salem more than a little reluctant to move away.
"Hehe alright you've had your fun for now. Let's head out." With a snap of her fingers, the two warped back to the same vaguely European village from his training exercise. Only now the whole area was painted in a very orange afternoon sunset with a vast array of people still eclectically dressed discussing the goings on in their lives or chatting about the game's mods and loot, including a circle of players dressed as plague doctors and a convincing looking Viking couple.
Salem looked down and saw that he was back in the custom grey and white outfit but Belphegor had changed clothes as well. She was now in a sexy red belly dancer outfit, a chiffon bandage top and lantern pants over her bare feet.
"Wow you look ravishing, though I shouldn't be surprised." Salem said with earnest.
"Thanks. Alright, you know the drill. You've gotta put yourself out here and find your people. I'm sure you'll find something you can connect over, most of these people are pretty expressive."
While far less shocking than learning the demons he admired were real, this was still pretty weird. But, if there was one place he would fit in, a literal fantasy sounded like a good start.
"Thanks Belph, but what about you?"
The demoness suddenly conjured up a king's throne on a palanquin, complete with servants to tote her around.
"Oh, you know, just gonna go a stroll and cater to my followers. Good luck Salem!"
"Hey everyone, look! Belphegor's back!" A guy resembling a halfling exclaimed and soon the Sin of Sloth was surrounded by clamoring players asking for info on future expansions or questions about lore.
As Salem watched his friend literally being worshipped, he took a deep breath. It was time for the scariest obstacle he'd come across on this journey: interacting with regular people.
He walked on down the cobblestone road and glanced at all the vendors offering armor buffs and sidequests with other players conversing with them or each other. Salem then spotted a cottage with a hanging sign showing a hand of multicolored cards.
Salem walked up like the drifter to the old western town's saloon, eyeing all of the people dressed in all sorts of clothing from Macedonian armor to high fantasy elves. Some eyes were on him as he awkwardly took in the room. Then he noticed a large round table at the end where some sort of game was in progress.
He strode over to the heavily armed game master with his black hair and goatee, the name "DamonNE63" over him. Salem looked to see some kind of medieval card game because a thousand-plus hour MMO was apparently not enough game.
"What's your handle there, newbie?"
"Salem… Just figured I'd join since I've literally got nowhere else I need to be." Salem replied with as much confidence as he could muster. Everyone else looked not to judge but to gauge if they all needed another player.
Damon quirked an eyebrow. "You have any idea how this card game works?"
"Not specifically, but you pick up a few things when you live in Vegas. Card games are second nature." Salem replied nonchalantly as he pulled up a chair.
"You're from Vegas?" One person muttered, clearly intrigued.
"The one and only gambling capital of the world, where you can drown out losing your life savings in bottomless crab legs. So, is it cool if I join?"
Figuring that a guy from Vegas who knew card tricks could shake up the game, Damon handed him a starter deck for Salem to start out with as the games began.
For the next hour or so, Salem found himself in a surprisingly comfortable and engaging setting playing with monsters and collecting items while rambling about his misadventures in Sin City, including how he used to own a gargoyle statue he put up in his lawn yearlong until an old woman nearly passed out from fright, forcing him to take it down.
By the end of the game, Salem was now settled with seven cards for his inventory, which Damon brushed off as beginner's luck. He might have been welcome, but he wasn't getting a free deck without a fight.
Everyone went their separate ways at the table, with Salem heading out to go look for Belphegor. The sky was growing dark, players still roaming for a chat or some deals on items. Deftly slipping through the crowd without a sound, Salem found some space in an alleyway about to make yet another turn when all of a sudden he heard something that made his hairs stand on edge; the voice of a woman in despair.
Salem launched into the air on instinct, hopping from one cobbled roof at superhuman speed to find the source of the anguished cry. He found himself overlooking a shaded alcove, possibly the entrance to a cellar or basement if this were the real world.
The distressed young woman was an average height with silver hair with a teal streak and blue eyes, wearing a beige pleated dress with winged Greek sandals. A broken mace and bisected polearm laid at her feet.
Towering over her a man in a ragged red suit that showed off a chiseled physique along with dark green hair, yellowed eyes and skin a gray so pallid he resembled a zombie. He hunched over her, an axe and mottled wood staff crossed over on his back. Salem wondered if this was some role-playing session…
"No means no, creep! I'm not sending you nudes of my avatar, or me in real life! Fuck! Off-AAAAH!"
Her scream was cut off as the rogue slammed her against a wall. "Sweetie, I appreciate trying to play hard to get but this is ridiculous! You should be honored, with all the babes with their tits and asses showing and I went with you! You know why? Because you're my favorite…"
His free hand went for his axe, nicking at his captive's top until her perky nipples showed around the fabric. "…And I'm gonna get what I want."
Another horrified shriek came and Salem's whole body seized up. Time seemed to stop as an inhuman fury filled him. His only thought was using this degenerate's blood for red paint.
Salem summoned the massive claymore from his earlier training in one hand, diving straight towards the duo with his blade ready. The undead man was too distracted fondling the woman's breast until it was too late. Salem swung down, slashing him across the chest and kicking him back with a wave of gravity that sent him out onto the streets.
"WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT?! C'MON OUT AND FIGHT ME, YOU FUCKING COWARD!" He roared as he readied his staff ready to hex someone then slice them up, glancing every which way as players edged away. The twilight made shadows from the buildings above stretch over the pavement, providing the perfect cover for Salem to hide.
"Guess I ought to thank Satan or Asmo for the advice: use the environment to your advantage…"
"Oh, I'm the coward?" he called out, "I'm not the one trying to brute force himself on some poor lady because she's a sex object. Go ahead and try that for real and see what happens! Oh, wait, you know what would happen, don't you? You'd get turned down in five seconds because your attitude smells even worse than your BO."
The undead warlock tried to rush at him but Salem leapt above him, letting his foe run headlong into a house and smack into the opposite wall.
Salem chuckled as he summoned his palette and started layering on red, green and purple on his brush before swiping across the wooden floor. The ashen attacker stood up, frothing at the mouth.
"You are so DEAD!" He readied his staff, infernal energy swirling around the pointed tip.
"Only if you can make it across this." Salem gazed down, his opponent following suit to see the large section of the floor now covered in graffiti.
"What, is that supposed to be a bluff? Gimme a break, pansy! Hope you don't mind if I loot all your stuff!"
He fired a sphere of shadows at Salem who jumped up once again to dodge. The warlock gave chase and fell right into Salem's painting, screaming in terror as he was tumbling through a void of psychedelic madness. Garish greens, pungent purples and rash reds filled his visions like something from a bad acid trip.
After a solid minute, Salem walked up to the nearest blank wall and drew an identical picture and reached in. The screaming assailant needed to be flung into a wall to snap out of it.
"So, now that you've had a time out, would you like to apologize to the lady you assaulted?"
"GRAAAAAAAAH!" Salem was suddenly pinned to the ground and socked across the face, grunting in pain until the berserker grabbed his staff. Before he could either bash or bewitch him, Salem felt that roaring anger ignite again. His eyes turned purple and his fist rammed into the assaulter's gut, sending him flying into the air like he was launched out of a geyser.
"W-What the hell?! I… Felt that… For real?! How could you hurt me through my screen?!" he panicked, clearly shivering.
"Well, you know, this is a fantasy world. Anything can happen…"
The misogynistic man lunged at him with the axe, as Salem readied his sword. As their fight turned into a duel, Salem landed more strikes on the lech's arms and stomach making him scream. Salem winced as his shoulder was grazed, until he noticed a wall behind him. Salem bolted towards it before jumping off and drop kicking his opponent to the ground. And with his opponent down, Salem used his sword's reach to quickly carve a brick from the wall and drop it on the other man's head.
After several more punches to the face, Salem glared at the now shivering scumbag. "You like fighting so much? How about we make this more personal, and do this again in real life."
"W-WHAT?!"
"Why so worried? You have no problem starting fights with women. Just how many have you threatened or even assaulted? I'd wager you've got a folder full of jerk-off material you took without women's consent. Even better, how about I doxx all that info and leave you bundled up for the cops. It's the least someone like you deserves…"
"SALEM?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Salem turned to see Belphegor glaring at him, anything but relaxed.
"I'm stopping this would-be rapist from having his way with some woman! He's been harassing her, treated her like a piece of meat and even started forcing himself on her! I'm just showing him how he likes it!"
The demoness floated over to see the woman, her tunic still cut up. She was also rocking back and forth, muttering in terror.
"Hey, Salem. You might want to see how your princess is doing…"
Salem blinked to see the terrified expression on her face, enough to slacken his grip on the attacker's armor.
"P-Please, that's enough!" she begged, "I-I just want this to stop! He's learned his lesson!"
Belphegor shook her head. "Oh, I think we all have learned something here. Come on, Salem, playtime is over."
Salem shot the man one last disgusted grimace as he waited to be transported home. Belphegor found the graffiti from before and stuck her hand inside, surprised when it popped out on the other side.
"T-Thank you…" the warlock pled, "T-That guy was insane! H-He hurt me, the real me! And these powers, what kind of class is he?!"
"I'll deal with you later, bub. You're not getting doxed, but you are still a creeper and that's the last thing I need."
He bowed his head in shame. Pissing off Belphegor at best meant a lifetime ban from the game. At worst… There were plenty of rumors floating around.
The game master hovered over to a frustrated but more lucid Salem before they reappeared in the airplane cabin. Salem then blinked in surprise before realizing that all of the Sins were gathered around.
"Hello, dearie," Mammon said, the edge on her voice making Salem sweat, "Would you care to explain the few hundred emails I'm getting about some psycho attacking another player in my game?"
The artist glanced from side to side and realized none of the ladies were happy with him. And so, like a little boy who'd been scolded by his teacher, Salem recounted the entire story and watched as the Sins grew more and more upset with every sentence.
Lucifer idly curled her fingers into fists as she glared at him. "So, Salem, where do you think you went wrong?"
"I overreacted…"
"Oh, gee, you think?!" Leviathan yelled, "Dude, the fuck is wrong with you?! That other guy might have been a total prick who deserved a kick in the nads but you were going way overboard!"
"I-I'm sorry! I just thought I was putting my powers to good use…"
"Good use, my ass! Sounds to me like you were getting your rocks off!"
"The only reason you aren't getting punished is because I can verify all of this from the servers," Belphegor warned him, "Doing all of this unprovoked? You'd be blacklisted from the internet."
Salem blanched. "You can do that?!"
"I certainly can," Mammon warned him, "When you helped invent the thing in the 1970s, barring someone is pretty easy. Of course, demon magic is also a boon there."
Satan jumped to her feet, grabbing Salem by his shirt and hoisting him up to face her smoldering scowl. "That'll be the least of your worries. You abuse your powers like that again and I won't hesitate to put you in your place. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am!"
The wrathful demon dropped him back in his seat before stomping back to her place. Beelzebub offered her a lollipop, Satan taking it with a fond roll of the eyes.
Asmodeus in particular looked disappointed in him. "Salem, honey, you know what one of the first things you should've done is?"
"Not get so angry?"
"Well, yes, but first and foremost is checking on the woman who was just assaulted. Asking if she's okay and getting her out of harm's way should have come before pounding the guy's face in."
The artist just sank even further into his chair. He totally forgot all about her until Belphegor pointed her out. Now he could clearly see just how scared she was of him. For all she knew, Salem was trying to take her for himself.
"Also, you broke one of the cardinal rules of the web," Belphegor added, "Don't ever get more offended than the person you were fighting for. And I have enough issues to deal with assholes bringing their real grudges, racism or other personal shit into a place that's supposed to be fun."
"Not to mention you did all of this the day before Belphegor has her mission. The last thing she needs is distractions. If you hamper us again, I can and will drop you in the Phlegethon."
And with that, the queenly blonde stood and dismissed everyone back to their rooms for some much needed rest. Salem retreated to his small cabin and ended up sketching his feelings. Among them was a lookalike of the distraught woman buried up to her knees as she begged for mercy. Seeing that same expression looking back at him made the young man bury his face in his palms, wishing he could somehow turn back time.
The mood was high at Jamaica National Stadium as the technicians and stagehands were preparing everything for Astaroth's upcoming concert. Belial kept a keen eye on their progress, a smile on her lips. "Everything is going according to plan…"
Astaroth had been coming along quite nicely since her proposal… They had been fucking like wild animals near constantly since they left Tokyo. Belial chuckled sultrily to herself at seeing the normally shy pinkette let loose and show her animalistic honey side during her "destressing" sessions. The last session had them scissoring each other's pussies to five climaxes before finally taking a breather.
The vainglorious demon could feel herself getting moist. With the upcoming performance that would draw in thousands, now was a good time to cleanse her rising star of all that anxiety.
She walked off to their private room hoping to find Astaroth lounging or practicing but no. The back door was haphazardly left open, and her guitar was on the table with a hastily written note attached.
"'Belial, sorry I bolted but I needed to cool down. You'll find me on the other side of town.'" Belial read to herself, smirking at the rhyme but sighing as she'd now have to go wrangle up her rock starlet.
She then warped herself to Gunboat Beach, the pale pinkette standing to face the massive ocean with the sand between her toes. "Darlin, don't you dare run off from me like that again! We've got a show to prepare for!"
"Sorry Belial, I don't know what came over me. I guess this means I'm getting… Punished?"
"She ran off on purpose…" The elder demon's anger gave way to a much more devious mood.
"Oh, you better believe you'll be punished for this."
She grabbed Astaroth by the shoulder dragging her away farther from the water as her toes slid through the sand. "No, please, I'll be good! I'll do anything!"
Astaroth was far from a convincing actor, her urgency clearly forced no matter how hard she tried.
Belial just chuckled. "I know you will."
Once they warped back to their room, Astaroth seemed to be struggling as Belial kept pulling her until she brought her up to the bed and summoned a pair of leather straps with long chains to bind her.
"Now my darling pupil, let me show you what happens to bad girls who misbehave." Belial shed her Gnosis armor. As her voluptuous breasts bounced free, the black garment covering her pussy was replaced with a pair of cross-strap, split periwinkle panties riding up her pussy and backside.
Astaroth's eyes were already glued to Belial's new camel toe, only being to speak in shallow moans of desire. Suddenly she felt all her own clothes being magicked away."
"You like seeing me this way, Miss Melancholy? Especially these perfect tits of mine?" Belial spoke slowly, holding onto every word as she grabbed a hold of her tits and ever so slowly rubbing them together.
The blushing Astaroth felt her libido spike into overdrive, salivating at the sight of those massive jugs.
"Oh? You want a taste, do you? Well, let me check if they're ripe enough." She followed up by taking her massive milkers and sucking on both of her nipples making herself moan. Belial's moaning made Astaroth's breathing all the more heavy yet shallow.
"Mmmmm tasty, but I don't think you're quite ready to feast on the breasts of the daughter of Byrnedale yet, Sugar. How about these panties of mine?" She reached down with two fingers rubbing the fabric deeper into her slit and getting them extra soaked, before reaching down to fully bare her bountiful body.
With the damp panties twirling in one hand and a brush summoned in the other, Belial made her way over to the quivering form of Astaroth, brushing her pussy lightly with the tails of her flog, making her jolt in pleasure.
"Ah, ah, ah, no cumming yet. Consider yourself lucky to inhale the lovely scent of Byrnedale." Belial promptly placed the periwinkle panties just above Astaroth's nose, fully overwhelming her senses.
As Astaroth darted her tongue out for a taste, she squealed as two fingers entered her pussy. Belial circled around, making sure to hit her prey's G-spot, but she pinched the top of the pinkette's thigh to make sure she didn't cum. The mature demon went for one last feel against Astaroth's vag with her brush.
"EEP!"
"Ooh, that was close…" Belial tittered, yanking her tool back as more pressure against Astaroth's upper leg was squeezed.
She moved onto the legs and feet, bringing the brush to her sandy toes and making the pinkette giggle heavily.
"Alright, I think it's time for the main course…" Belial's brush was replaced with a footlong double sided purple dildo.
Astaroth caught sight of this new, phallic weapon and pried against the chains as her all-consuming lust came to a head."
"I'll show you what happens to bad girls. Sit back, take it all in and don't cum until I say. Understand?"
Her "question" sounded suspiciously like a demand. Astaroth licked her lips. "I… Understand…. I'M READY!"
Belial chuckled as she situated herself on the knees with Astaroth's legs spread eagle to allow her room. The white haired demon braced herself as she inserted the flexible purple cock into her own slit with a gasp and moan, before inserting the other end into her pink haired pupil with a deafening gasp.
Inch after inch of the cucumber-thick dildo reached deeper into their sacred crevices until both their pussies were meeting and the Byrnedale stacked chest was all but enveloping Astaroth's sight.
"Grr, fuck… Since you've been well behaved so far, I'll allow you to feast on my lovely mammories." Belial said, her own composure slipping while lowering herself just so Astaroth could reach the boobs.
The pinkette latched on to both nipples taking in their sweet taste and nibbling on her mommy milkers, forcing Belial's breath to hitch.
"My, my, hungry and feisty? If that's how you want it, then let's play!" She bucked her hips and both of their pelvises jolted in pleasure as Belial started thrusting faster and faster with Astaroth feeling like she could orgasm at any minute.
"NO QUICKSHOTS!" Belial yelled, Astaroth's lips all but kissing her chest and almost bathing them in saliva
"I LOVE THESE TITS!" Astaroth squealed as the pace of the dildo slowed, and she felt a hand on one of her own partially rubbing her upper naval.
"Of course, you love them! Your disgusting human fans would be lucky if they could even get a feel of this ultra soft body of yours."
Belial started thrusting once more, Astaroth's pussy was on fire the more the rubber toy was shoved deep into her.
"Are you reaching your limit? Admit your mistake, then you cam cum."
Confident as her words were, her breath heaved with ragged breaths as she reached her limit as well.
"I'm a bad girl!"
"Louder!"
"I'm a bad girl!"
"LOUDER!"
"I'M A BAD GIRL! AHHH!" Astaroth finally lost it, Belial soon followed as the bed beneath them was drenched with one climactic push. As they slowly cleaned themselves up, the silver-haired demoness was eager for her old rival to appear… Or not, she was having more fun than ever.
Notes:
Hope you all enjoyed the fun times with Belial and Astaroth and the emotional whiplash, because there's a different kind of action on the horizon! Until next time!
Thank you all so much for reading! Feel free to leave questions or comments below.
