Sannahaya of Lust I
Notes:
Welcome back, folks! It's been a bit of a wait, but here we are finally with the next step on the journey! So, we learned that air travel for the Sins is out so how will they leave Jamaica? Time to find out!
It was now a matter of time before the group would take their leave of Jamaica. Luckily Belphegor was able to contain the damage sustained to the island in her pocket dimension as well and keep casualties low.
Most of the Sins were now off doing their own little errands. Beelzebub promised to treat herself to some raw oysters and lobsters. Belphegor had warped off with Astaroth back to her apartment so they could chat before the pinkette could get to work on some of her first new tracks. It was a rare sight for the Sin of Melancholy to be so elated. And Mammon was sent to get their new mode of transportation prepared, with Levi tagging along for a brilliant idea she'd suggested.
Any of Belial's former brainwashed bodyguards slain in the battle were sent to Hell, so Satan would sift through their souls. Several others were left severely damaged by Salem's toxic paint.
"And here I thought your paint could only get me frisky." Asmodeus teased. She could only shudder at the pain he could bring her.
"Honestly, I'm a little freaked out by all this... I went from a painter to a guy who can chop a person in half and then melt their remains like this was Epic Mickey." Salem looked between his palette and blade, not sure which one was more dangerous.
"Let's just hope that you don't have to use that paint too much…" A spooked Maria looked over to Lucifer to ask about who and what was next for her to find.
"Well, we're down to the three most powerful Sins left, but me and Satan are still going last, so Asmodeus you're up next."
The lusty demon hummed in delight about her turn for a power grab. She brought a finger to her chin thinking about which country's locals she'd get a taste of, before or after she got her relic.
"Alright Maria, let's head to the beach and get our next spot."
"Okay…"
"You guys go ahead, I'm gonna check out the local art museum for a bit." Salem said before he sped off.
The three ladies chuckled before they themselves disappeared to the much less occupied Boardwalk Beach. Lucifer took in the ocean air, appreciating the beauty.
"Well, it'd be a shame to ignore this… I think I might take a dip." Instantly her clothes vanished making Maria gasp and Asmodeus immediately grinning with glee. All the while the blonde felt the soft sand between her toes.
"What? I might as well enjoy myself a little, besides you need to get naked anyway."
"R-Right…" As Maria stripped down as usual, Asmodeus' senses were in overdrive. She could only see the two gorgeous ladies in front of her, one the very picture of innocence.
"Fuck me, I can't wait anymore! Time to get my relic, my way!" The lustful demon ran behind Maria and started furiously fondling Maria's tits.
"EEEK! W-What are you-OH! S-Stop!"
"Don't fight it anymore, sweetie? You like this, don't you? Just let your pussy gush and then I can-!"
Lucifer's halberd smashed into Asmodeus's cranium, sending her into the sand with a groan.
"The only reason I used the blunt end was because you're an integral ally. Now get up, I know that was just barely enough to not give a concussion."
Both demons glanced up as Maria's body glowed, her mind took her to a lush valley filled to the brim with trees next to a town filled with Hindu and Buddhist temples. At the center of this was a gargantuan rock shaped into a fortress lined with carvings, former living quarters, and even rocks shaped like lion paws. Maria herself was in awe of the incredible scale and intricate work on this fortress.
"The Armor of Caritas is in Sigiriya, in Sri Lanka."
While Lucifer smiled, she cursed inside. It was going to be a long trip if they couldn't fly without attracting any attention from upstairs. Asmodeus, even though her head throbbed, let out a devious chuckle.
"Looks like we're in for even more of a challenge then whatever that spoilsport Gabriel throws at me. Now I've got him to deal with."
"Him who?"
"Riri Yakka." The demoness's tone made it sound like she just swallowed a gallon of seawater. Lucifer's eyebrows shot up. She had only heard rumors among heaven, maybe even in passing from Gabriel. Regardless, if this was to be yet another obstacle than she would be more than happy to swat him aside.
"I'm sorry but who's Riri Yakka? I can tell it's not good."
"Imagine a vampire with the head of a monkey, the body of a giant man, nigh-unlimited strength, and so bloodthirsty that he smears it all over himself with his mouth full of the flesh of his victims, roaming free all over that island. Does that sound like fun?"
Needless to say, Maria's skin was crawling.
"Gabriel doesn't seem so bad right now, huh?"
"Anything else we should know right now?" A more than perturbed Lucifer said.
"Yep, he's got his own little commune of some unfortunate succubi called lillims."
Lillims, the worst succubi of all nine circles. A rabid breed with such uncontrollable libido that only Asmo could match them. And unlike the Mortal Sin of Lust, lillims were so blinded by their own passion that they wouldn't let up until they were satisfied if their "partner" was comfortable… or alive.
"Hmm, well looks like you're gonna have a long painful path ahead of you. But I assume you think you're ready for that?"
"Heck yeah! Do you even know who you're talking to, Luci? That fiend and his cult have no idea what they're in for."
"Careful, girl. You're sounding a little proud there… Let's see if you can beat me in a swim to the other edge of the bay."
Asmodeus just grinned. "You're on." Both ladies flew high in the air before diving down into the ocean before front crawling for their friendly competition.
With nothing else to do, Maria got her clothes back on and started strolling down the beach. She thought about her rant to the angels. The harshest thing she ever said before was calling someone stupid but there she was cursing and ranting… And she meant every word. And yet, Sandalphon clearly listened to her. Could Heaven actually be reasoned with after all?
Maria sighed as her hand brushed again her cross. Her eyes darted to the bay. The thought had crossed her mind before.
"Wait, no… I don't know if this is right…"
A sudden buzz from her phone pulled her back to reality. It was a video from Salem? She quickly clicked play.
"Oh my God, Maria, you're not going to believe this! I was on my way to the museum, and I this crane went haywire! I saw somebody fall and I just sprinted up the building and got my paint and I created this lasso!"
The video then panned down to him making waves with the paint and out came a sturdy lasso. Maria could only gasp in surprise.
"Don't worry, I saved the guy and he's getting the help he needs. But my point is what else could I make from this?!"
The camera moved down again to show a flat painting of a gold bar with a drinking nozzle at the bottom. Salem pressed his finger down and the item seemed to actually gain depth as the bar and faucet became real, an amber-colored liquid flowing into a red plastic cup he got from somewhere.
The camera cut back up to him taking a swig. "Huh, so that's what liquid gold tastes like… Anyway, I don't know how much time we have left but do you wanna hang out together, see some more of the city? I'll come bring you through a portal."
With that, the video was over and the girl was flooded with information. After the day she'd had she could use some time to unwind. "Sure :)"
Soon, a black hole appeared out of the blue and out walked Salem with a new look of confidence. He reached out his hand and Maria accepted it as the two walked through the dark passage before popping into a trashy alleyway.
"Why do I feel like I'll never truly get used to portals?" Maria playfully.
"Eh, could be worse. I need to do some finagling with the exact properties of my portals. Now, let's hurry! After the art museum we're definitely hitting the Bob Marley House."
They walked out onto the streets of Kingston, crowded with walls of different cars honking and the smell of gasoline mingling with the summer heat, made worse by the sweating passersby going in every direction. The sidewalks were full of clamoring vendors offering food or even handicrafts ranging from macrame dreamcatchers to hand-sewn hackysacks.
Salem and Maria had to push through the crowd. Some bystanders heckled Salem for his coat, but he was too preoccupied by one stand showing off collections of blades.
Maria tried passing through the mess but ended up getting distracted by one of the nearby businesses: a tattoo parlor. Grateful for a chance to breathe, she peeked in through the window.
A woman was resting in a chair as the tattoo artist was at work finishing up inking her leg. She could see a black cross with a yellow banner that read "Everything should be done in love - Corinthians 16:14". A simple, emotive piece that caught her eye even as the woman was wincing from the needle etching color into her skin.
Maria could feel an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. That was one of the first phrases her mother taught her… The thought alone made Maria a little misty eyed.
"-aria? Maria!"
Maria blinked back to reality as Salem waved his hand in front of her. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah just fine, I was just remembering some things."
"Oof, know that feeling. We, uh, should head somewhere else. Turns out that guy had a very strict policy on no touching the merchandise…"
Right as the sound of an ambulance came down the street, Salem hurried off with Maria giving one last look at the cross tattoo before she shuffled off.
The next hour had the two doing a bit of sightseeing. After seeing the sculptures of the National Gallery, both friends posed for a picture at the Bob Marley Museum. The two even ran into Beelzebub still gorging the local seafood which she was all too happy to share.
Before long the two were summoned back with Bub in tow to reconvene with Levi and Mammon.
"So, thanks to a little enterprising, we won't be on a smelly old boat all the way to Sri Lanka." Lucifer said as they came upon a huge cruise ship that looked fresh off a Carnival ad. Mammon was waiting on the docks waiting cordially for them.
"Will this suffice?"
"As long as you're not pulling that charging per day shit, then this will be more than enough." Lucifer smirked proudly at the grand scale of the boat. Not only would they have plenty of entertainment, but also the potential followers to lure in. Asmodeus thought likewise. Assuming each of them were getting their own rooms on this voyage, the things she could be do with a personal suite!
Salem and Maria likewise in awe. Neither of them had been on a cruise ship before due to their different but limiting upbringing. The rest of the Sins on the beach were just as enthusiastic. They were all relishing their first chance to relax… Except for one.
Leviathan's eyes were clamped shut, muttering some unholy incantation for the umpteenth attempted summon of some sort. "Ugh! Why isn't he here yet?!"
"Is your little 'surprise' having problems?" Lucifer said.
"Yeees… I wanted to do this so I'd get the credit for a great idea and contributing to the mission!"
"Who were you trying summon exactly?"
"Blackbeard."
"WHAAAA?!" Salem shouted loud enough to make Salem and Beelzebub plug their ears as their hair was blown aside. "You know the most famous pirate of all time?!"
"Well, yeah! When you spend enough time on the water, the human soul becomes linked to it. Navy sailors, fisherman, and, of course, pirates."
"Better question: What could you possibly want him for?" Asmodeus asked.
"Protection. The whole reason we're sailing is to stay out of the sky so the angels can't divebomb us again. But just because we're at sea doesn't automatically mean we're safe."
"Ah, I get it!" Beelzebub nodded, "And who better to help us than a famous pirate?"
"Right! The only problem is he won't respond to my summoning!"
"Frankly, my lady, you only needed to ask once…"
Everyone turned and jumped at the gravelly voiced man who appeared beside them. Standing five-foot-nine, he was dressed in a striking red longcoat with golden epaulettes on his shoulders and buttons running down the open left side. Otherwise, his brown slacks and white cotton undershirt were muted and riddled with small cuts. His black boots adorned with 4 karat gold and rowels. True to his name, inches of black hair hung from below his chin and ran up his jawline to connect to the grizzled dark coif on his head. His eyes grey blue and looking as if they were made of glass as his polite yet grizzled expression stared into you.
But the most shocking detail was his skin, all that they could see at least, was an unnaturally stark white and flaked in various places as if it has been hastily glued on to his frame. His mouth was still in the same polite grin even as he faced two baffled humans and seven demon women.
Leviathan then broke the silence. "EEEEEEEEE! It worked! See, Lucifer, here he is! Our escort on the high seas, Blackbeard!"
The man himself bowed, the picture of undead chivalry. "An honor to make your acquaintance, Lady Leviathan. I can personally guarantee your safety on this voyage."
While many of the Sins nodded, Satan crossed her arms. This was the most infamous pirate in the world? And there was a huge difference between sailing vessels in the 18th century and modern battleships.
"Hmm, perhaps you need a little convincing?" Satan blinked. She wasn't trying to make her disappointment that obvious, but she nodded. The pirate noticed a quartet of burly-looking men were very obviously eyeballing Maria and the Sins. Then a gorgeous woman walked past them, still dripping wet from the ocean and dressed in a scandalous cross-strap bikini over her ebony-colored hourglass figure.
"You know what, sure," Belphegor shrugged, "Let's see you handle those creeps before they do something horrible to that woman."
He gave a gentlemanly bow. "As you wish, ladies, these men will plead for mercy."
By the time Blackbeard was across the street, the four guys had formed a half-circle to close the local girl off from moving away. She was trying to keep her calm, but she was starting to sweat from the pressure and the tropical heat.
"Ayyyy, come on, hot stuff, why don't you let us buy you a drink? We'll let you order the top-shelf stuff!"
"N-No thank you," she said in a thickly accented voice, "Really, I was just on my way home…"
"Oh, why didn't you say so! We'll escort you there, make sure you're all comfy…"
Suddenly a loud gunshot whizzed past them.
"Excuse me?"
The guys all scowled as they turned to face the pirate, completely unfazed by his deathly white skin. "Eh?! Can't you see we're in the middle of something?!"
"Yes, in the middle of harassing this poor lass who wants to be on her way. You know, back in my day, a woman's refusal was enough reason to let her be."
"Oh yeah, grandpa?! Well, that ain't how we do things! Why don't you piss off before you get hurt?"
The man made a point of lifting his tank top to reveal a small .22 caliber pistol wedged between his waistband and his body. Blackbeard cocked an eyebrow. "Do you intend to use that?"
"Depends. You gonna do the smart thing and walk away?"
"I'm afraid not. It would be a great disservice to this woman to leave her in your company."
"Alright, gramps, you asked for it!" Before he could reach his gun, he howled in pain. The other guys all backed off in fear, the girl taking her chance to run while shouting her thanks as she dashed back to her house. Only then did the other thugs look down to see the smoking flintlock held in his grip.
"Hmm, you might have the slowest draw I've ever seen."
"You're gonna die, you shitty old man!" Another one yelled, brandishing a knife only for Blackbeard to reach for the sheath attached to his hip. In a literal flash of steel, his sabre sliced lean through the goon's pocketknife.
"THE FUCK?!"
"Now then, since the lady is now on her way, I hope you'll all see reason and…"
One of the goons punched Blackbeard right in the face, only to watch in horror as he disappeared into a swirling cloud of ashes before reconstituting a few inches away. His flintlock was now squarely aimed at the man's eyes and a pale cold hand now clenching his throat.
"…Not force me to do something drastic."
The man promptly fainted as Blackbeard threw him down while the fourth member of this little posse ran for his life, leaving the other two with a broken knife, a bullet lodged in his right arm, and nightmares for months to come. Blackbeard simply nodded, holstering his gun before crossing the street and returning to the Mortal Sins.
"So, satisfactory?"
"You're hired!" Belphegor, Mammon and Leviathan all yelled, the latter grinning from ear to ear. Lucifer rolled her eyes, still quite amused.
"Yeah, yeah, he's impressive. Alright, Teach, you're in charge of handling any angels that try and stop our trip. Everyone else, get your things and pick out a cabin on this ship… Except for the VIP suite, that's obviously for me."
The Sins and company all happily headed aboard while Blackbeard disappeared in a cloud of ash to prepare his end of the bargain. The Avarice of the Seas was not just for show, either. The ocean liner was not only lavishly decorated but was fully staffed with more of Leviathan's ghouls to act as their crew and attendants.
Once the Sins were given a cardkey at the front desk, they were escorted to their own cabin. As they went, Mammon informed them that the ship was enchanted so the various decks and rooms could host a wide variety of spaces. A casino one day could be a ballroom for dancing, the dining hall could be a common diner or a hibachi restaurant, and their cabins would be made to match the occupant's ideal personal space.
Lucifer, naturally, went up the elevator to the VIP suite and was suitably impressed. Intricate patterns were made from the black and gold marble tiles and columns with a vaulted fifteen-foot ceilings decorated with crystal chandeliers just for the foyer. It came with its own reflecting pool, a double-king sized bed with hand-sewn cashmere blankets, and a full gourmet kitchen staffed by a full-time chef.
Satan opened her suite and was pleasantly surprised. The walls were not just lined several items from her personal weapons cache, but all sorts of dartboards and wooden wall carvings that could make for good target practice. The queen-sized bed was decked out in blood-red satin quilts and throw pillows. The real shocker came from the numerous siskal boards lined up around the floor and leaning against the walls.
"What the…?" She then heard something bumping against the door leading off to her restroom. She opened the way and was shocked to find a pair of kittens pawing their way into the bedroom, one of them rubbing itself against her leg and mewling for affection.
Satan's face lit up in the biggest grin imaginable and for once combat was the farthest thing from her mind.
For Asmodeus, par for the course, her room was practically a personal dungeon. The gargantuan bed was big enough to rival Lucifer, handcuffs already waiting attached to the headboard and each of the four bedposts reaching to the ceiling to act like stripper poles. The lights were an array fit for a nightclub with a mirror ball and multicolored spotlights that could be adjusted through a remote control. "Oh, I'm gonna have sooo much fun here…"
For Mammon, she walked into a balcony suite that looked like a cross between a presidential suite and the floor of Wall Street. A massive mahogany desk dominated the side opposite the balcony with a chunk of the wall filled with a dozen monitors showing financial news networks across the world. She instead walked over to the door to her personal wine cellar and poured herself a glass of 1947 Cheval Blanc and sighed in delight.
"Ah, the perks of owning the ship…"
Beelzebub's room, on the other hand, was a much more colorful ordeal. It seemed like her desires deep down were still gluttonous as her old self since her room was practically a giant candy display. Giant swirled lollipops covered the walls, the chandelier above her bed was decorated with gummy bears, strings of candy beads were strung up in intricate, crisscrossing displays and the underside of her queen-size bed included several fridge compartments like a bakery display case.
"Well… If she insists…" The demoness shrugged before opening the mini-fridge and walking off with a lemon meringue pie in one hand and a cheesecake in the other, smiling from ear to ear.
Leviathan, unlike the others, went down the elevator to find her room was on the lowest levels. While at first nervous, that faded when she opened the door and saw the opposite wall was a panoramic glass wall that let her see all of the fish curiously swimming around the underside of the ocean liner. She barely paid attention to the ginormous waterbed or jacuzzi already bubbling away, she was only concerned with the fact that she'd get to personally observe an enormous swath of the world's oceans from the comfort of her own bed.
Behemoth then squeaked next to her, and for once the demon was happy to hug him.
Belphegor's room was several floors above and something still impressive, though fitting her laidback design. It looked like a casual but extremely spacious urban apartment with vinyl wood flooring, repurposed shutters coloring the walls, and a spacious king-sized bed with two flat screens on the walls perpendicular to the sleeping area. She could already see the mini-fridge built into the nightstand…
Maria's room was likewise simple yet impressive, like a far larger version of her dorm back in her old school. Instead of a simple cot, she had a queen-size mattress topped with cotton sheets, quilts and a duvet all in soothing whites and browns. The color scheme extended to the whole room save for the mural depicting a Sakura tree in full bloom on the wall opposite of her balcony. The girl just sighed in contentment as she sank her feet into the plush wool carpet, happy to have something that felt closer to home.
That just left Salem's room, which left the artist speechless. Black walls and floorboards were accented by neon streaks of purple, blue and yellow going every which way. These also connected together all of the memorabilia across the walls from classic Rembrandt portraits to posters for every Tim Burton film (sans Planet of the Apes, much to Salem's relief) and a bed decked out with cashmere blanket emblazoned with the Batman logo. And, just to top it off, the shaded balcony had a canvas and easel ready to go for the next time he wanted to paint.
Not long after settling in, the Avarice of the Seas blew its foghorn and departed from Jamaica. Many onlookers could have sworn they saw the spectral image of a dozen classic pirate ships surrounding the cruiser as it left but nobody paid any mind.
And now, a little bonus for the wait...
Omake 6: Slipping and Sliding
It was a slow day for Levi in Hell with most of the Sins, including Lucifer, off elsewhere. As the newest demon lord of the group, Levi took the time to go off and see her domain.
Envy, however, didn't have a designated circle like the others. Her closest option was to go to Second Circle and find somewhere she could establish herself. Currently the First Circle was only spiky hills with gray, milky muck that Levi trudged through looking around for other demons or souls she could round up.
After hours of finding nothing, she could only growl. "So, Asmo gets orgy filled tornados and Mammon has literal mountains of gold but all I get are these empty hills filled with goopy mud rivers?! There's gotta be something interesting out here!"
Levi kicked the muck in frustration, only for her foot to slip and send her sliding down a slope. Now spread eagle on the ground, Levi could feel the muck dribbling around near her butt.
"Well, I guess this place is all mine, so no noise complaints. All this privacy could have its uses…" The demoness yanked her shirt off, her ginormous breasts jiggling as she threw is over the next hill. Her boots and her band aid panties followed as Levi, now fully nude, let her mind fill with images of her and Lucifer mashing their pussies together.
As Levi lost herself in bliss, something was sneaking around in the waters behind her eyeing Levi's sweat coated body. It started swimming closer and closer, Levi not noticing until it was too late. The strange creature lunged towards her from out of the water revealing a maroon-colored slime with a teal outline.
Before Levi could react, the slimy creature attached itself to slick bazongas and started vibrating. The purplette stopped cold as she could feel a sucking sensation all over her mammories making her mind go blank at the sensation as she squealed, "Oooooohh fuucck!"
The slime just kept sucking on her now red and hardening nipples. The sweat from her breasts caused the creature to expand bigger as its tentacles slid up her head and then down her legs and near her ass ready to get some double penetration action.
"Okay, that's enough!" With a swing of her hand, a sphere of water came rushing towards her navel to pry the slime off. The blob was engulfed in water and struggling as Levi flicked the container off into the distance to make it take a hint.
Instead, it came rushing back towards the purplette. The demoness was surprised when she spotted that the slime had morphed itself into a duplicate of Leviathan. The shape may have been identical, but it was still a sentient mound of maroon and teal-colored goop. It flung itself right at Levi as it forced her head into it's extra squishy breasts as if it was trying to smother her.
"Hmmmmmppff! Let me go!" She managed to get free of the slime, then catch both of the slime's oncoming arms in a wave of frigid cold. Now it was creature's turn to fret, mewling in protest as she tried to jostle her frozen limbs.
"Alright, you listen to me! Just because you look like me doesn't make you my equal! I am the Demon Lord of this realm. You are thus my subject! Understood?" Leviathan narrowed her eyes at the struggling slime which made an effeminate whimper.
"That being said, you have some impressive shapeshifting. You even got my boob jiggle down. What else can you morph into?" The slime, more than eager to show off, bounced around excitedly as it broke free from the ice and morphed into a maroon Behemoth.
"The Hell, how do you know Behemoth? Did you read my mind when you slimed my head?"
"Mmm-hmm!" The slime nodded as it changed back.
Levi should've been angrier, but an idea was forming in her head. "Can you talk outside of murmuring?"
"Hmmm…" The slime shook her head.
"OK then, first let me give you a name. Well, you're maroon but Mary Is way overused…. How about Crim?"
"Crim" squealed in excitement.
"Okay, Crim. I'll forget about earlier if you shift into someone I love then we can have some fun. Sound good?" Crim agreed with a cheerful hum.
The slime excitedly brought her slime tentacles out to prod in Levi's heads for who she wanted to see. Soon the slime was full of memories and fantasies Levi was having of her came flowing in and Crim started to shift. Her slimy mass began bubbling all over as her whole body expanded. Her butt became more taut, tits more perky and her squishy hair now morphing into a bun ending in a high ponytail with the signature horns sprouting out from the side.
Levi watched in awe as Crim finished transforming into an immaculate copy of Lucifer. Just the sight made her cheeks heat up and her pussy drip as she started walking towards the blank faced slime Lucifer.
"Fuck me, is this really happening? Crim, you look just like her." Levi brought her hand to Crim-Lucifer's smooth cheek while her other hand explored the velvet smooth, squishy breast of her new friend. Crim could only blush, her maroon cheeks turning to a deep shade of purple.
"Damn, that blush is cute..." All of a sudden, Crim-Lucifer lunged forward kissing the purplette hard on the lips. Her mind went blank as a flash of ecstasy overtook her. The slime's "tongue" began ravaging Levi's mouth and throat which she was all too eager to partake in a round of tongue wrestling.
It turns out playing tonsil hockey with semi-viscous tongue meant her own would get stuck, leaving her defenseless. She leaned forward, getting lost in Crim-Lucifer's transparent head. She might not have been at risk of drowning, but it snapped her back to her senses. Pulling her head out of her fuck partner, the demon lord grabbed a handful of her slimy partner's tits. It might not have been perfect, but the perfect shape and firmness still let her indulge.
She bent down to suck those slimy melons, making Crim turn even more purple as the slime herself getting an idea. Levi yelped in surprise as the breasts suddenly engorged within Levi's mouth, lifting her up. Three extra sets of long arms extended out of Crim-Lucifer's body which spread her arms and legs apart. The others quickly slipped her out of her clothes leaving the violet-haired demon completely naked, spread eagle, looking equal parts bewildered and aroused.
"Lucif- I-I mean Crim, what are you doing?"
The slimy doppelganger giggled as one set of arms made their way near Levi's nethers. One hand immediately slid up her vag while the other balled into a fist and shoved its way up Levi's anus. Levi gasped as she felt the rough yet extremely gooey appendage sliding up her back door, quivering as two of holes were getting treated.
"Fuuuuuuck, I didn't know fisting could feel this amazing!" Levi could only hope the real Lucifer would give her this same treatment someday, but for now she was willing to pretend.
"Yes, Lucifer, OH! Please fist my asshole more! Take my body and play with it as much as you want!"
The slimy hands within her sped up hearing that as the girl moaned more and more. Crim brought the panting Levi closer. The other extra hands made their way to Levi's breasts, tweaking and teasing her hardened nipples. As they were being fondled, the slimy hands sucked up all the sweat coating her.
"Oooh, Luci! You like my thicc tits too and how sweaty you've made them?! Take it all in!"
Emboldened, Levi leaned forward to French kiss her partner, something she'd been dying to do since the beginning. With her left hand Levi started stroking the lower region of Crim-Lucifer, even if she had no genitals to stimulate. But between the gentle rubbing and the magically charged sweat she was drinking in, the slime was clearly loving the experience.
The fondling grew more and more heated as Levi had surrendered by her Lucifer clone toying away at her sensitive spots, especially her reddened ass. She grabbed her comrade's own derriere and sunk her hands into the slimy "flesh". The very thought of feeling up the blonde love of her afterlife as she climaxed alongside her drove the Lord of Envy wild.
"I LOVE YOU, LUCIFEEEEEEEEER!" She finally reached her limit, dousing her pussy juice all over the slime who moaned at the mana-rich nectar. Crim finally returned to her original form before eyeing her new master with curiosity. Crim's face was now half purple in contrast with the rest of her maroon skin. Levi might have been fine but was now laying splayed in the mud, breathing heavily as pure ecstasy was written on her face. Strings of maroon and teal slime covered her naked body. Behemoth popped up from her side with a squeak.
"If you recorded any of that, I will mount you on the wall for Satan's target practice!
Notes:
Next time, things will be going a little slower as we sail to Sri Lanka. I think after last time, we all need some R&R.
If you were wondering about the title of the chapter, the word is the English pronunciation of the Sinhala (one of Sri Lankas languages) word for "armor". And yes Riri Yakka is an actual mythical being from Sri Lanka, I'd highly recommend googling stories of him, they're horrifying yet fascinating.
Thank you all so much for reading! Feel free to leave any questions or comments below!