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"Oh? So you want another story, huh? Wasn't the one I told you enough?" Beelzebub asked, gazing into the darkness of the endless abyss in utter silence, awaiting a response that wouldn't come. "Very well... I'll tell you another story..."

You're already familiar with the legend of the Helltaker, the man who delved into hell in search of love and returned to the world of the living with a harem of the most beautiful and alluring demon girls ever seen... but you know that eventually all legends come to and ende and this one did with a simple jump into the abyss.

Now, why did the helltaker did this in the end? Perhaps he truly believed the lies of the Mistress of Flies? maybe he tought he could beat the abyss and come out with another conquered girl? Or perhaps he simply couldn't deal with the consequences of having a harem of demon girls and thought the abyss was a better alternative?... The reasons for his dissaperance no longer matter now, since he is no longer the focus on this new story...

It all began one day when the monarch of hell, lucifer morningstar, summoned all the members of the house for a special meeting regarding an emergency. Although annoyed, all of the presents would arrive with the exception of one member in particular. One by one, each demon sat in their respective place, with the exception of Azazel, who was nowhere to be found. "Is everyone here?" Lucifer asked, glancing at her infernal companions as she served herself another glass of wine. Each member of the table would stare at each other to make sure that everyone was present, but only Pandemonica would noticed that their angelic partner was nowhere to be found.

"Everyone except Azazel, my lady," Pandemonica said, sitting in her chair with her trusty mug of coffee while continuing to work with her laptop despite being in the middle of a house meeting. But it was nothing for her; she was already used to multitasking, so it wasn't hard for her to work and pay attention to the meeting.

The demon queen chuckled while taking a sip of her wine and letting out a sigh. "Good," a little smile of anticipation grew on her lips as the wait to reveal the reason for this meeting made her tremble with excitement, although she wouldn't let her peers notice it.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS MEETING, SNAKE?" the High Prosecutor asked, though her frustration was evident beneath her over-the-top acting. Today, of all days, there was a marathon of her favorite animated series, and she didnt like to be interrupted.

"Everything in due time, my dear High Prosecutor," Lucifer simply ignored the High Prosecutor's query, preparing herself to deliver her speech. This, of course, elicited an angry growl from the gray demon as she felt completely disregarded by the monarch. "As many of you know... it has been a week since the Helltaker left us." As soon as she mentioned the man's name, a wave of depression swept through the room, each demon present remembering their mortal lover and how he had leaped into the abyss, leaving them behind.

The secretary stopped typing, sighing in disappointment. "I still can't wrap my head around what was going through his mind when he jumped into that portal," Pandemonica couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She had barely managed to play with her new toy, and now he was gone. She had so many things she wanted to try with him but At least there was a bright side... she still had the bitch demon to play with, but it wouldn't be the same.

"Honestly, I thought the big guy would manage to escape. I mean, he pulled us from hell...i tought he would mannage to escape the abyss" A note of sadness colored the High Prosecutor's voice as she reminisced about the (few) good times she had shared with the human while he was still among them. She was going to miss their training sessions... and the fucking.

"I still can't believe he just abandoned us like that" Modeus said with a somber tone, her heart still aching from the abandonment. All the demons lowered their heads, each remembering the good moments with the Helltaker.

Malina, on the other hand, began to ponder all the shit they had put him through over the past two weeks, and a realization dawned on her. "Maybe its our fault that all this shit happened? Maybe we should have been... you know, nicer to him?" Malina asked the others, leaving the group in a pensive silence for a few moments.

"Nah..." All the demons, including Malina, would say as they deflected the guilt completely.

"He knew what he was getting into when he took us out of hell," Zdrada responded, put out another cigarette onto the table. "besides is not like he didnt have fun with us"

"YEAH"

"HE HAD TONS OF FUN WITH US AND WE WITH HIM..."

"THERE'S NO WAY ITS OUR FAULT HE LEFT" 

"yeah ever since we got her we behave and treated him well"

"Like when all of you destroy his house multiple times?" the former high prossecutor would ask while lowering her glasses to stare at the more problematic members of the house.

"THE DOZENS OF TIMES YOU'VE SEND HIM TO THE HOSPITAL" It was now the turn of the current prossecutor to throw blame to all the presents. "OR THE THOUSENDS OF TIMES ALL OF YOU MADE THE POLICE COME HERE"

"hey its not my fault that the delivery guy put a restriction order on me...he just doesnt understand my love" modeus would say as she stare away like an embarrased teenager.

Little by little, the table descended into pointless bickering and meaningless discussions about the events of the last two weeks for a few minutes, prompting the queen to frown and slam her hand on the table to regain the group's attention. "The reasons don't matter now... what matters is that he's not here," Lucifer declared, leaving her glass on the table and surveying those present. "I think we all share the sentiment that these vacations to the mortal world, without the Helltaker, are starting to become somewhat dull" Several of those present began to nod and agree with her sentiments. "And at this rate, we'll have to return to our mundane lifes in hell if this continues." A shiver ran down the backs of those present as they contemplated the prospect of returning to hell and their duties.

"FUCK THAT"  Malina exclaimed, horrified at the notion of returning to cleaning hell every day for the rest of her existence. Never before had she had this much free time to indulge in her hobbyes and play all kinds of video games with noone to tell her to stop.

"I'm with sis on this one," Malina flipped off her elder sister as she spoke. "There's no way I'm going back to that pit." Several of those present nodded in agreement, expressing their reluctance to return to their former home. Quickly, the table descended into chaos as they began to discuss among themselves, forcing the queen to slam her hand on the table once again to regain their attention.

Once more, Lucifer slammed her hand on the table, silencing the room. "I haven't finished..." The queen sighed, taking a moment to compose herself. "I don't think it has to be that way... I believe there's a way to extend our vacations." This statement piqued the interest of all those present, who turned their attention back to their queen, eager to hear more about her proposition.

"What are you suggesting, Snake?"

A wicked smile spread across Lucifer Morningstar's lips as she interlocked her fingers. "I have an alternative for entertainment," her tail swishing with excitement as she caught the curiosity of all the presents.

"Oh, oh, a new plaything?"

"A new companion?"

"Is it a mortal?"

"Not exactly, my dear hound," Lucifer replied, casting a glance at the others. now The queen had the curiosity of the group but the notion of a new source of entertainment had now caugth their attention, and they seemed very intrigued by the prospect. "Azazel is falling" With those words, the room fell into absolute silence, each member of the group processing the information in their own way. some were shock, others not surprise and few were speechless. judgement who was in the latter would be the first to break the silence.

"What?!" Judgement asked indignantly, looking somewhat furious, understanding perfectly the weight of the situation her companion was enduring... after all, she was also a fallen angel.

"What you've heard... Azazel is falling," the queen said with a small smile as she picked up her glass, preparing to observe her subjects' reactions.

"It's true... I've seen her dyeing her hair black in the bathroom several times..." Zdrada remarked with a mocking tone, finishing another cigarette. "Her hair is turning gray quicker and quicker each day."

"Now that you mention it," Pandemonica pondered, recalling something she had noticed a few days back. "I've noticed her halo shining less, and sometimes I saw it even flickering."

"And she doesn't know?" Judgement asked, horrified to hear that someone was suffering the same fate as her. "She has to return to heaven immediately!"

"Oh, dear, she knows..." Lucifer said with a mocking smile, letting out a small chuckle. "She's just deluding herself with the idea that falling is a fairy tale told by heaven to make their little angels behave." The queen took her glass and sipped from the red liquid with satisfaction. "She planned to return to heaven, thinking she was sick, but I convinced her to stay."

Judgement's eyes began to twitch, her hands squeezing, her blood beginning to boil as her white chains manifested upon realizing what the deceiver had done. "YOU WHAT?!" Judgement shouted, slamming the table with such force that the wood dented. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!" she screamed with the fury of a thousand demons, shocking most of the demons in the room as they had never believed Judgement capable of such rage. But Lucifer didn't even flinch; in fact, she seemed more amused than surprised.

"Calm down, dear... even if she had returned, they would have rejected her," Lucifer said as she stood up and approached the High Prosecutor without a trace of fear. "Would you prefer her to be kicked out as soon as she arrives home?" All the others could see it in Judgement's face, the desire to grab the queen by the neck and snap it like a twig, but she didn't even move a finger. "what do you think that would do to her...to be rejected by her loved ones...doesnt it sound familiar Judgement?" She simply couldn't do anything as she realized the gravity of the situation. Lucifer let out a small mocking chuckle as she closed the distance between their faces, rubbing salt into the wound. "Azazel is already at the point of no return..."

They could see it in her face; Judgement was almost on the edge, and one more thing could set her off, which would be less than desirable. So Pandemonica stood up to stop the inevitable conflict. "Excuse the interruption, my liege, but what does this have to do with our situation..."

"Oh, right... I almost forgot."

Lucifer slowly walked back to her seat and sat down again, looking at her expectant companions. "As I was saying... Azazel is inevitably falling... nothing we can do about it," she said, staring at the High Prosecutor, who could only return the queen's gaze with pure hatred as the nails in her battle gauntlet dug into the wooden table. "And as Judgement can tell you... falling is a very traumatic experience..." Once again, the demon queen added more salt to the wound as Judgement clenched her teeth. "So I suggest we make her downfall a more enjoyable one... let's show her the good side of falling and make her want to stay with us."

"WHAT?! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Judgement rose once again, slamming her fist against the table, breaking it completely. "FIRST YOU DECEIVE HER, AND NOW YOU WANT TO USE HER DOWNFALL FOR YOUR OWN ENTERTAINMENT YOU LEACH!"

"Uh uh uh... I'm not finished yet," Lucifer raised her hand, interrupting the High Prosecutor in the middle of her rant. "I've saved the best for last..." She slowly took a breath, closing her eyes, readying herself for the great reveal. "Azazel... is a man..."

Suddenly, all the members of the house fell into silence, their eyes widening as they processed the news. Even Judgement, who had been on the edge of exploding, now found herself completely dumbfounded. The revelation that their companion was falling was one thing, but this was an entirely different matter.

A few seconds passed, the room enveloped in an eerie silence that felt like an eternity. But it wouldn't last forever...

"WHAT?!" All the girls shouted in complete shock, bombarding the queen with thousands of questions. The reactions varied among each member; some were surprised, others shocked, dumbfounded, excited, and a few were intrigued by this plot twist.

"H-how?" The sour demon asked, unable to believe what her ears were hearing. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that the virgin angel they were living with was packing something down there... besides, she had never heard or seen a male angel before. "I thought angels were all women."

The queen chuckled at Malina's response. "Oh, no no no," she said, taking a moment to recover from her laughter. "There have always been male angels, even to this day." Most of those present were left speechless with that revelation, their collective perception of this world shattered. Even Judgement, who had once lived among the angels, was surprised to hear this.

"IMPOSSIBLE, HOW CAN IT BE THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN ONE BEFORE THEN?" The High Prosecutor asked, outraged by the queen's words.

"Oh, good question, my High Prosecutor, and the answer is simple," she said, taking a sip of her wine, leaving her companions eager to hear the answer. "The archangels hide them."

Modeus blinked a few times as she processed the information, unable to understand the reason for such a thing. "Why?" the lustful demon asked the queen, her interest piqued in understanding the reason behind such a drastic choice.

"Let's just say, my dear succubus, that it's rather problematic to have men in a realm of women dedicated to celibacy," memories from a long time past flooding back to the queen as she recalled when men freely walked among the angels, some of which she had a hand in. "There were... many incidents due to some naughty angels... and in order to avoid trouble, my sisters decided to hide their existence, and they were very thorough with it."

"What do you mean by 'hide it'?" Suddenly, the succubus gasped in horror as realization settled in. "You mean they kill them all?"

"W-what? No, of course they didn't," the queen frowned upon hearing Modeus's reaction. "My sisters don't have the spine to do something like that."

"Then how?" It was now Justice's turn to ask the questions.

"Simple. As soon as a new male angel is born, they dress him up as a woman and educate him accordingly, never revealing his true nature."

"That's such a waste," Modeus found herself in complete disgust at the behavior of heaven. It was a complete waste of good...assets.

"So, wait a second," Zdrada once again interrupted the conversation with a question of her own. "So we've had an angel dude in our house this whole time and we didn't even notice? How did you even find out that Azazel was a dude?"

"I can answer that." All present turned their gaze to look at the secretary, who was raising her hand to get their attention. "One night, after a long day of work, I was walking in the hall until I noticed the door of Azazel's room was open." The secretary paused her typing as she began to recall that night. "I didn't think much about it until I passed by and saw Azazel getting out of her bathroom... without clothes," she said, recalling the image of the naked angel and his member. "After that, I informed her of our angel's little secret."

Zdrada couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Well, shit... then I guess our little angel is packing something." The demon approached the secretary in order to extract more information. "Hey, Pande... how big is it?" she asked with some interest. "I mean, look at Azazel... he's surely has a miniature cock." Pandemonica chuckled as she stared at the excited demon but instead of giving an answer, she used her hands to indicate the size. Several of those present gasped upon realizing the true size of the angel's manhood. "A-are you serious?" the shocked Zdrada asked, and Pandemonica simply nodded.

"Holy shit, it's almost the same size as the big guy's." modeus would exclaim in shock as she began getting turned on.

"How can someone like Azazel have such a monsterin her pants?" Zdrada couldn't help but drool, just like several of those present at the idea of having something like that within their reach and not noticing it. suddenly the reason of this meeting began to be more clear to most of the members as they undertood what the queen was planning.

"This is my idea, my comrades..." the queen said, clapping her hands and drawing the attention of those present. "Azazel's fall is inevitable, and she... or rather he knows it but doesn't want to accept it." Several of those present nodded in agreement, except for Judgement, who seemed more and more enraged the longer the queen talked. "So I suggest we make his fall more comfortable... get her to see the good side of being one of us." Most of those present began to nod and agree with the idea.

"I REFUSE TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS!" But once again, the High Prosecutor slammed the table with her gloves, breaking it even more. "YOU WON'T USE AZAZEL'S FALL TO SATISFY YOUR DESIRES, IT'S NOT RIGHT!" she shouted indignantly, eliciting several sighs from those present who didn't share the same feeling.

"If you don't like the idea, Judgement, you're free to not participate, but the rest of us have other ideas, and we won't let you interfere with it," the queen said, her voice laced with poison as her eyes began to shine red. "It's not like we're going to force ourselves on him... if he wants, he will partake in our fun."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT NNHGHHHAAAAAAA," Judgement let out a frustrated scream, stomping the ground as she stormed out of the room, leaving the other demons alone.

"Well, now that's out of the way... we need to organize ourselves," the queen said, crossing her legs as she began thinking to herself. "Now let's see, who should be the first to take his innocence?" And just like that, the entire room fell into complete chaos as each member began fighting among each other for who should go first.

"US! US!"

"WE WANT TO!"

"WE'LL LEAVE HIM DRY!"

The Cerberus said quite emotionally as their tails wagged with excitement. Several of the present members looked at each other with some concern until finally, the queen raised her voice, saying what everyone was worrying. "I'm afraid, Cerberus, that it might be better for you to be amongst the last ones to have azazel..."

"Eh?"

"Why?"

"Booooooo, that's not fair," they said, their ears drooping as they looked somewhat upset.

"It's not to be mean, Cerberus, but, you three are kind of rough" Justice said, giving them a pat on the head. "You would kill him..."

"Exactly... I think it's best if you wait until he has more experience" Lucifer said as she observed her dogs pouting.

"I pass..." Zdrada said, surprising most of the present with her change of mind. "I know Azazel, and she or he... isn't my type; he doesn't have the guts to give me what I like" the bitch demon said, lighting another cigarette.

"In my opinion, I should go later... if I go first, I might scare him," Pandemonica said. "I like to play rough, and I'm afraid I might break him, so I'll wait until hes more...durable"

"I honestly don't care," Malina sighed and looked away as if she didn't care about the situation.

"I wouldn't mind being among the first," Justice said. "But let me guess... you're going first, aren't you, Luci?"

"No, I will go last." Suddenly, all the present would gaze at the queen, quite surprised by this decision out of character for her.

"You want to go last... and don't bang a virgin angel?" Justice asked, somewhat confused by this change in behavior. "Are you feeling well, Lu? This isn't like you at all."

"I'm fine, Justice... I've had my fair share of virgin angels, and I have just one thing to say..." she remained silent for a few seconds. "Sex with virgin angels..." all the presents leaned their heads in to listen to the demon queen. "Is so disappointing... Although I enjoy the taste of a virgin, it can get a little boring after so many times... so I'd prefer to wait and do it with someone more experienced."

"Then who?" Justice asked as each member stared at each other with some doubt while they began debating among each other once again. Finally, the queen spoke up to give a solution to their problems.

"We need someone who's good at seducing men and can manage to convince Azazel to break his celibacy..." the queen said, turning her gaze and looking at the denizen of the house with heart-shaped pupils filled with lust. "Modeus... you'll be the first one to go..."

A smile grew on her lips as she heard the queen's words. Quickly, the succubus gave a small squeak as she jumped into the air with excitement. "YEEES!"

"Anyone against it?" The only ones who would raise their hands would be the Cerberus, but they would quickly realize how outnumbered they were as none of the presents wanted their fun to be spoiled by the hounds. "Then it's decided... Modeus, you have a week to seduce Azazel and take his innocence." The succubus smiled with a lustful grin as she slowly rose from the table. "Remember... don't scare him, go easy on him, and give him a good time."

"As you wish, your majesty hehehe." The succubus nodded as she began to tremble with excitement... oh, she could already imagine it... it was going to be so much fun.

"I tricked Azazel into thinking she could pass as a demon in order to further his research, so use that as a tool to get him to indulge in sin... make him think it's all for the good of his work" Lucifer said as Modeus started planning all in her head. "Azazel is gullible but not stupid... don't ruin it, Modeus..."

"Yes, my queen..." the succubus stood up and began skipping away from the room as she began planning her next move. Seducing Azazel was going to be a cakewalk... she only needed some incentive, and bang, she would have that angel dick in no time. "Oh, tomorrow is going to be lots of fun" the demon of love would say as she began preparing. a whole week just for her alone...she couldnt wait

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Finally, the week began, and the time had come for Modeus to initiate operation "Divine Sausage."

The plan was simple: Take advantage of the angel's dangerous curiosity to get into his pants, since Azazel didn't believe that he was falling, and Lucifer managed to trick him into thinking that he could pass as a demon to learn more forbidden knowledge for his thesis, she could use that for her advantage and maybe  lure him under the guise of teaching him how to pretend to be a demon, and then BAM. she'd have that sausage in her mouth in the blink of an eye... Well, maybe not that direct, after all, she didn't want to scare the angel and force herself upon him. That was one of the rules they all agreed upon regarding this matter...

Now, Modeus spent most of the morning in the closet, debating what to wear, going through most of her closet full of things she never managed to try with Taker, the choices were so many she couldnt decide, whether to choose lingerie or some kind of sensual attire and It would take her a few hours until she finally came to the conclusion that the best solution is sometimes the simplest. So, she opted to wear her casual clothes and not wear any underwear.

Once she was finished, she left her room and began to explore the house in search of her little prey. Her target was, of course, in the one place that Modeus expected him to be the most: his room, as the innocent divine sat in front of his desk, studying a book about demonology... nerdy stuff like that.

"Good morning azazel" the succubus would say as she began aproaching him slowly, as if she was a predator stalking its prey while completely startling the angel due to not expecting her to come into his room. 

"Oh good morning miss modeus" azazel would say with a wholesome smile, unaware of the intent of the demon and the vile things she had in store.

"What are you doing?"

"O-oh nothing...just reading some books of demonology to understand hell cultures, its honestly truly fascinating stuff, you see...in the beginning-" the angel slowly began to get carry on in his explanation to a person who barely understood any of that stuff and so she would simply stare at him and nod without having a clue on what he was talking about.

Modeus simply stare at the smiling angel as he went on and on about fun facts she really didnt care about, she was only focused on one thing and it was him. The way he smiled and acted like an innocent child turn her on so badly. "I want to ride you"

"W-wha-what?" Azazel would ask, incapable of understanding if he heard her wrong or if his ears deceived him.

"T-that i want to help you"

"R-really?" Azazel was shocked at the sudden kindness that Modeus was showing. She never seemed interested in her work, but it didn't really matter. She would gladly welcome aid from a good friend.

"In fact, I can help you a lot more," the succubus would say, slowly sitting on Azazel's bed and patting one side for Azazel to sit, which the angel would do. "More than that... I know about your secret."

"W-WHAT, WHO TOLD YOU THAT?" Azazel would shout in horror, quickly covering his crotch instead of his hair, which was beginning to show little white hairs here and there.

"Lucifer told me... and she also told me about your plan to pass among demons in order to further your studies," the succubus would say, suddenly approaching the nervous Azazel. "I can help you act like a demon if you desire..."

"O-oh, that," the angel would let out a nervous laugh as she quickly switched from covering her crotch to her hair. "Why would I need to act like one?"

"Azazel, love," the old being of lust would chuckle as he heard her words. "If you want to live among demons to learn their secrets... you gotta act like one, or your disguise falls apart."

"I guess that makes sense..."

"Good, now... I don't know a lot about the other rings, but the place I know best is my home... the Ring of Lust," Modeus would say with a smile as she stared at the angel. Azazel couldn't deny that she was pretty excited to hear more about Hell; after all, she only managed to see the Ring of Pride before Taker came and took them all.

"And what is your home like?"

"A giant sleepless city filled with lust, where the moans of damned souls and demons echo throughout the ring, where the scent of sex fills the air to intoxicating levels, and in every street, there's nothing but debauchery and lots of sex," Modeus would say with a lustful gaze as she observed the angel blush. "Hell, no matter where you go, you'll always find people having sex in the streets... sometimes even orgies."

"Oh my heavens... that's a lot," Azazel would blush like a tomato as she stared at the succubus, slowly taking notes while in her mind, she imagined such a place. "O-okay... and..."

"BAM," Modeus would suddenly say, pointing at the angel, taking her by complete surprise as she stared confusedly at the succubus pointing at her. "And just like that, they would discover you."

"W-w-what?"

"Just by that reaction alone, they would discover that you're a virgin angel, and it would be the end for you," Modeus said as she sat back once again on the bed.

"Why? What would happen if they discover me?"

"I've heard stories of virgin mortals that sometimes wander into the Lust Ring, and as soon as they get discovered..." Modeus would do a dramatic pause as she slowly closed the distance between their faces. "They kidnap them and... fuck them to death. All of them. You'll turn into a toy for every incubus and succubus in the city, and they'll do it until you're dry, broken, or dead." Now, Modeus knew this very well, not just from stories, but from participating in those encounters of death by snu snu.

Azazel would begin to tremble at the succubus's story, exploding into screams. "AAAAH WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I don't want to be fucked to death!" If going to the Lust Ring was a necessary step, the angel wouldn't stand a chance against the overwhelming desires of the place. "I blush and tremble at anything slightly sinful! How am I supposed to travel to the Ring of Lust and survive?" Suddenly, the angel began to panic, only to be silenced by the succubus's finger covering his mouth.

"Sshhhhhhhh." After finishing silencing the angel, she would seat him again on the bed. "Don't be afraid, Azazel... I will help you."

"Really?"

"Yes... after all, what are friends for?" Suddenly, the angel jumped at the succubus and trapped her in a hug.

"OH, THANK YOU, MISS MODEUS... THANK YOU A LOT!" Staring at the angel, Modeus would begin to tremble upon feeling Azazel's touch. He was hugging her, engaging in something this intimate without even warming up with sex? Azazel was definitely dangerous; he was a true degenerate, just like Taker.

"D-degenerate." it was at that point that azazel felt the succubus trembling upon his touch so he would let go of her.

"So how are you gonna help me?"

"y-yes...hold on a second" the demon bengan taking heavy breaths as she tried to resist the urge of jumping azazel and ride him for turning her on so badly. She had to resist...azazel was almost hers. "To be capable of resisting lust...one must understend lust"

"O-oh WOW" his eyes would suddenly shine with light as the lightbulb in her head began to shine with an idea. "So youre gonna tell me all the theory about lust and how it affects demons through classes?"

"What? No...im gonna teach you about sex" modeus would say suddenly dropping the bomb as the angel began turning red.

"W-w-wha-wha-what?" Azazel would froze for a moment as she proccesed the situation in her mind while beginning to laugh nervously. "Hahaha miss modeus...please don't do those sort of Jokes. You know we angel's cant partake in such things...is sinful" 

"First off: just call me modeus or momo if you like..." She would simply give her a small wink with a warm smile.

"O-oh" Azazel would blush as he diverted his gaze from her. "S-sure modeus"

Modeus could feel his heartbeat accelerating as the smell of hormones grew in him as a very small part of the divine being was tempted by the idea. A small part of him wanted to...but it was all behind that veil of shyness. "second: But az...its not a sin if its for your thesis isn't?"

"What?"

"I mean, its the whole reason why you want to pass as a demon right?" it was at that moment, that the demon's infamous silver tongue began to appear and take action as it was decieving the innocent angel as she played with her work and sense of duty. "If you do it for the good of heaven im sure god will forgive you...no, he will congratulate you for being so devoted that you went to such lenghts for heaven"

"I-i i...but modeus thats sin..." the angel would blush as she look at the other side. "Im not supposed to...and i...i dont know anything about it"

"Dont worry az..." she would close the distance betwen the two as she rested her hand in his shoulder like a supporting friend. "I'll teach you everything. we'll go slow if you want?"

"O-okey...if it is for the good of heaven. Im sure it will be okey" azazel would let out a small smile as she stared at the demon. "H-how do we start?"

"THATS THE SPIRIT" she had him..."now we only need to start small and simple so, lest start by kissing" if she didnt want to scare him, she had to go easy, even if it meant to hold the urges to take him on the spot.

"U-uh? o-okey" Az would look at her completely clueless of what to do. "So what do i do? Should i put myself in a position? Or is there a technique?" Modeus would chuckle as she stare at the innocent angel.

"Just leave it all in my hands and follow my example, okey?" The angel would simply nood as she close his eyes in shame. "How cute...hihihi" it would take a pair of seconds for azazel to feel a warm sensation crushing agaist his lips while moving. Modeus would give small kisses and little bites as the angel only remain still and silent while the demon took his first kiss. "MMmmmmuahh~ hihihi mmmmmuahh~"

Azazel couldnt deny that it felt sort of nice, to feel the lips of a woman touching his and prompting him to let out small moans. "Mmmmmmm mmmmm" he would remain silent as he began memorizing the sensation for future notes to his thesis. Modeus on the other hand would begin to get more active as her hands began to explore his body, prompting the little angel to blush while he felt her touch. Not wanting to fall behind, azazel would began acting, starting to respond to her kisses while his hands grabbed unto her hips.

"Mmmmmmm~" with a lustful smile as her eyes shine of a bright pink, the succubus would separete her lips from him. "Not bad azazel...youre going on the right path"

"t-t-thanks...hehe" the curious angel would stare at the side somewhat ashamed while letting out a small, nervous chuckle. "Whats next...?"

"Well...now were going to try some advance methods of kissing" azazel would tilt his head as he didnt understand very well what modeus meant. "Were going to do a french kiss..."

"French kiss? What is that modeus?"

"Its when we use our tongues when we make out?" The succubos would say with some certain excitement while staring at the curious angel.

"Fascinating...and its call french kiss because the people for france made it?,what gave them the idea for such sinful thing? and what are its origins?" Azazel would ask as he pulled his notebook from his uniform to began taking notes.

"I-i" modeus would look at the angel kind of confused but quickly shake her head. "I dont fucking know az..thats not the point of this"

"O-oh sorry" the angel quickly hide his notebook only to then notice how the succubus stand up, walking until she was in front of him and began to sit on his lap "M-modeus? What are you doing"

"Just putting myself in a more confortable spot for the both of us" slowly she began moving her hair out of the way, hiding it behind her ears so that it doesnt bother them and began to aproach his face once again. Quickly the angel close his eyes, opening his mouth and letting his tongue out for Modeus to see. "O-oh azazel what are you doing?" Modeus would ask with a chuckle as she awaited an awnser for such strange action. 

"E-emmmm letting my tongue out for kissing?"

Once again the succubos let out a small laugh to the angel's innocence. "Oh azazel, youre gonna kiss me...not lick my face" 

"S-s-sorry...i dont know how it works..." suddenly az could feel the hands of the succubus massaging his tense shoulders to help him relax while she stare at him with almost a motherly look that said "dont worry ill take care of it".

"Oh az...just relax and let me show you the wonders youve been missing" and so the succubus would close the distance betwen the two of them to begin kissing once again. this time the kiss was no different then the last one for azazel until he felt something wet trying to enter his lips and due to his curious personality, he would open his mouth to let her warm tongue to enter.

Azazel would suddenly open his eyes in shock, feeling a rush of sensations invading him as Modeus assaulted him with her tongue. He couldn't help but moan as it quickly began to move around and explore every corner of his mouth while she held his face by the cheeks, her actions conveying an intimacy as if she were a girlfriend passionately kissing her boyfriend.

The moans were constant and lasting until something unexpected happened. Modeus would freeze upon feeling azazels hand lowering until they reach her ass and procceded to grab her soft and fleshy backside. "MMmmmmph-" Modeus would break the kiss, leaving the angel gasping for more as his breath was erratic and his face turned red. 

"W-what happened modeus? D-did i do something wrong?" It was at that moment he could see that modeus was smiling while staring at something, so he would lower his gaze until he saw his own hands, daring to touch the backside of the demon. "O-OH" azazel quickly let go of her as he retracted his hands in shame of realizing what he did. "I-im so sorry Modeus...it wasnt my intention i-i-i" the angel quickly began to fall apart upon feeling shamed by his sinful behaviour and daring to touch her in a forbidden place but all would change as the succubu pressed her index finger against his lips once again, silicing him.

"Sssshhhhhhhhhhhh hush azazel...its okey...i like it" calmly the succubus took a hold of his hands and slowly guided them to her buttocks. "You can touch as much as you want...your doing great"

the angel would blush like never before as his hands hold tight of her fleshy backside. "O-o-ok-okey" 

"cute..." with no words of warning, the succubos would continue with the moment as both of them began kissing once again for a few minutes.

at the beginning, Az was shy and timid, letting Modeus take control and dominate his mouth. but slowly, the curious angel began taking action as his tongue began to fight back and attempting to respond to her feelings. His hands began to be more agresive as he squished her ass and massage it.  Modeus also began to become more active, as she grinded her hips on the lap of azazel, her chest and plentiful breast began to clash against his plane chest while making out with him. But finally all this would come to a full on stop as the angel felt something really hard against her crotch. "H-huh?" The Angel would notice how her compannion suddenly stop but it wouldnt take him a lot to realize what was happening.

"O-oh m-modeus l-listen t-this is..." modeus would stand up and look at the angel's pants only to find a humongous bulge at the side of his left leg. "I-i this wasnt...im sorry its just...i" the angel would quickly cover his biggest secret while the demon only stare in awe of its might. She knew he was big, its not that she didnt believe Monica...but it was far bigger than expected. Slowly the demon began to kneel in front of azazel to his confussion. "m-modeus l-listen...you werent suppose to know this, its just that...i" The lustful one took hold of his hands and move them aside, letting him see his girth behind the cover of his pants and so she would began to unbuckle his pants and oppening its zipper. "M-modeus s-stop...t-this is...i i cant do it...its forbidden" nothing that the Angel said would stop the succubus as she pulled his biggest secret from its confines...in a blink, a mast of meat would slap her face and leave her completely stuned as it rested on her face. He wasnt almost big as the helltaker...he was as big if not bigger than the helltaker himself. It was a fucking monster of a cock and it was all for her.

The succubus would start to drool as she stare at the piece of meat in front of her while on the other hand, the angel would look like he wanted to die at that very moment of the shame this situation was giving him. "You don't have to act like that, Azazel...you don't have to hide what you are."

"B-but its wrong...this is forbidden..." azazel would say almost on the verge of tears as he was ashamed of revealing his true nature. "Im a freak..."

"Dont say that..." modeus would say while staring at the innocent angel. "Your perfect and this..." her left hand would quickly take a hold of his meat while she admired it with her gaze. "This cock of yours is... truly divine" letting out a giggle she would begin jerking the angel. "Youre very Lucky indead..."

"M-modeus w-what are you doing" moans would leave its lips as its cook began to twitch at the feeling or her movements. 

"Mmmm i beat there were a lot of lucky angel girls up above that got a chance with this monster, right?" No awnser would come out of his lips as he simply shook his head. "No? What a waste..."

"I-its forbidden...male angels are forbidden of indulging in such things. We must keep our gender hiding and live a life of celibacy" 

"Wait...does that mean you never jerk yourself or did anything for your big buddy?" The succubus would stop her movements as she stare at the angel above her. Once again he would simply shake his head as modeus gasp in horror. "Not even your morning wood?" Again he shook as modeus was shocked to her very core at the cruelty of the kingdoom of heaven. "H-how old are you?"

"146 years...why?"

"146 YEARS OLD?! AND YOUVE REMAIN A CELIBATE THAT LONG?" This time the angel would nod to the horror of modeus. "Oh poor little thing...you've must have been so pent up all along. All that tension and never being allowed to feel the pleasure of release" she would shake her hand as she began masturbating the angel again. "must have been hell"

"M-modeus w-wait...we shouldnt do this...i-its forbi-OOOOOOOooooooh ahh~ ahh~ ahh~ oh~"

"Dont worry my little angel...let modeus take care of your friend down here" and so she would begin to slowly masturbate Azazel as this one began to break down into moans while her hands went up and down the long shaft. It wouldnt take a lot for his cock to began releasing lots of pre-cum that served as lubricant to ease her movements and make it more pleasurable for the angel.

Then, few minutes later, her tongue enter the action as she slowly began liking the tip and the sides, tasting the flavor of his pre-cum as an appetizer for the main dish while her hands did the heavy work. "Mghhh~ mghhhh~ sluuurp~ hihihihi~" never before in all her years did modeus tasted something this sweet, yeah human cum was okey, virgin cum as spectacular but this...'THIS IS AMAZING' modeus would think to herself as she accelerated her movements while licking his manhood. 'And this is only the pre-cum...'i can't wait to taste the real deal'

Azazel could only watch and moan as the succubus made him feel things he never knew he could feel before. His body was burning like hellfire and his mind was clouded by a strange sensation of bliss, if this was pleasure?, if sex made people feel this way...she couldnt understand why they would forbide such things. "A-ah m-modeus o-oh~ oh god~"

Suddenly, her hands felt a sudden twitch coming from his member. She knew very well from experience what it meant,he was already cumming altough she barely started but at the same time, it was to be expected from a first timer. So with that in mind, for her last assault, the demon would evelope his cock on her steamy mouth.

"SLUUUUURP~ SLUUUURP~ SLUUURP~ SLUUUUURP~ SLUUUUURP~"

"Mo-MODEUS OH GOD~" The angel would scream as, Her mind suddenly was blown away by a new wave of pleasure never before experienced. The shock was so great that he would fall on the bed, unable to mantain balance as he tried to process this new sensation. His gaze would lower to her friend only to see the demon with her pupils completely dialeted while her head was bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue Rolling around his shaft while she send his manhood deeper into her throat. "M-MODEUS T-THIS IS~ AH AH~ WHAT IS THIS~"

The angel would scream in pleasure as he close his eyes and began holding the sheets of his bed due to the intense pleasure. He felt so hot, like burning fire while an explosive sensation was building up in his crotch. "M-MODEUS I~ I~ FEEL SO...WEIRD M-MODEUS" but the succubus would not awnser. Her gaze was focused on his eyes as she continued sucking him off. "MODEUS" He would say her name while letting out a cry of release while out of nowhere the succubus felt a warm liquid pouring into her, a liquid that could only be describe as nectar filling her mouth.

'T-this...is...so...delicious' Modeus would slowly close her eyes, letting her tongue taste its flavor while it keep coming non-stop. 'T-this is truly incredible...oh how lucky i am that i was chosen first for this'

"Ahhhh ahhh oh god..." the angel would gasp while his dick was still in the middle of its climax as he began to fill the succubos with an insane ammount of his seed. "O-oh..."

Modeus would try to swallow as much as possible but the flow was so fast that she had no other choice than to pull put and as soon as she removed it from her lips, a sudden burst of white streams would began to cover the face of the demon who could only smile while recieving it. "Mmmmhhh hehehe delicious" she would say as her hands began grabbing as much cum as possible and drinking it. "Mmmm i bet they dont teach you that in heaven, right?"

Modeus would ask but her question fell into deaf ears as the mind of azazel was currently trapped in Nirvana, as he recovered from his first blowjob while he stare at the ceiling like a brainless idiot. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhh" It would take a few seconds for him to Reebot and stare at the succubus who's face and mouth was completely cover in his seed. 

"O-oh mmmmm~ so much cum...its taste is so strong~ mmmmm~ i love it~" Modeus continued to clean herself with her hands and tongue without a care in the world about her image. 

"O-oh MODEUS IM SO SORRY" the angel would blush of shame as he stare at the mess he made of her partner. "IM SORRY I DIDNT MEANT TO I -I JUST...LET ME HELP YOU" before he could say one word more, the succubus would suddenly grab him by his uniform and pull him into another kiss. This time its taste was different, more salty but maybe it was due to the succubus drinking his seed. After a few seconds of making out...modeus would separete herself from him and stare straigth to his eyes while her heart shape puppils shine with a pinkish color. 

"You and me...now..." with no other word, the demon would separete herself from the angel and lay on the bed as she awaited him. Azazel in return would raise from the bed, as his forehead was sweeting like rain and hi cheeks were blushing with a color as livid like lava. it would take him a minute to began to compose himself while he still remain with his pants on the ground and dick in the air.

"M-modeus i-i think this is going a l-little bit to far..." azazel would cover his now soft manhood while diverting his gaze from the succubus laying on his bed. "T-this goes b-beyond teaching dont you think?"

'Oh no...the post-nut clarity is hitting' modeus would began getting nervous as she saw how her prize was starting to back away from the bed. "Why? Dont you want to learn more? We've only got started"

"I-i think w-were goint  a little bit to far its just-" modeus would frown upon seeing that his shyness was kicking in and so close to almost having him. Drastic situations required drastic actions...

'I gotta bring up the big guns' the demon would think to herself as she slowly began removing her black uniform, leaving only her sweater wich she would began to pull up.

"A-and...i-it goes against everything that ive been taugh-what are you doing modeus?" The angel would stop his speech as he witness how she slowly began rising her sweater until finally, a pair of humongus bonkers would come out into the open air for the angel to see.

Azazel would suddenly be at a loss of words as he stare at her mighty melons in complete awe. "Come on azazel...i still got a lot to show you" no words would come out for his lips altough his big friend down there was quite talkative as he began to hardened once again. "Dont you want to touch my big twins right here?" Using her hands, she would began to move and squizze her bussom to the angel's eyes.

"I-i...m-modeus i t-this..." to the surprise of modeus, azazel still stand resisting one of her best atributes but that wouldnt last long. "It-i- i just ah-"

"Or maybe you want to test the main thing, right?" Using her nails, she would dig into her pants and rip a single hole in the middle of the area of her crotch, letting him see her lower lips that were soaking with anticipation. "Dont you want to have a taste of this pussy, little angel?" Modeus would say as she put her fingers at its sides and pulled to show her sticky and warm interior. "Its all wet and warmed up all for you and you alone..."

"I-i...ah- i" azazel would stutter as he was at a loss for words. His mind telling him no and his body saying give in while his member became as hard as a diamon. the angel remain frozen in place for a few seconds, letting the succubos think she might have failed but before she could say anything, Azazel would suddenly jump into the succubuss and impale her with her mast upon impact. "MODEUS"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh~" modeus would scream as in just one instant, her interior was suddenly filled by probably the biggest cock she's ever had in her life. "SO BIG~"

"MODEUS AH~ MODEUS" Azazel had given in to his desires as he sank his face betwen her breast and began moving his hips in an erratic manner. "AH AH OH GOD...AH" modeus would simply chuckle at its efforts, taking a hold of his head to make sure he remain betwen her breast while he continued pounding like an animal in heat. "MODEUS~ YOUR PUSSY~ SO WARM~ SO GOOD~ I LOVE IT~"

"did this little angel needed sex so badly?" His movements weren't that good as he clearly had no experience, they had no rhythm and clearly didnt know how to move in the right way but still, despite its lack of skill it felt incredible to have his dick inside of her once again. Modeus smile at her victory, holding the angel while she let him has his way with her body.

"YES~ OH GOD~ YES, I NEEDED IT SO BADLY" Azazel had completely loss the battle against sin as his mind was clouded by his own lust, letting his body go wild as he pounded the demon's pussy. "AH AH AH MMGHH MODEUS...I LOVE IT...I LOVE IT SO MUCH"

"Yes...they all do" modeus would hold him as she slowly kissed him once again. It felt so good...and this was a virgin, If she could train him properly, she could have a godlike sex machine on her hands. "Were goint to have so much fun learning.

"M-modeus i~ feel w-weird" suddenly his movements became more erratic as his stamina came to an end and before she knew it, all her insides would be filled by a warm liquid. "AHHHHHHH~ MODEUS~" the angel would moan as he suddenly collapse on top of her.

"Mmmmmmmmhh~ i missed this~" modeus would slowly start to devour his seed from the inside, nurturing her and giving her a lot of energy. "Mmmmm oh~ angel cum...truly is the best" 

"Mmmmm modeus..." azazel would raise her face from betwen her boobs to stare at the succubus with a lustful smile. "T-that was incredible~"

"Yes~ it was so good~" she would slowly aproach her lips against his ear and whisper to him. "Do you want to do it again?" Azazel wouldnt say a single thing but as she felt his dick hardening inside her, she knew very well the awnser.

Two hours later...

The entire room would be filled with the musk of sex while moans could be heard from outside the room. The angel and the succubus completely lost their perception of time as they were so captivated by each other's bodies.

How long had it been? How many times he came? And why couldn't he stop?. Those where the toughts that crossed the head of the divine being as Modeus lay on top of him, moving her hips while she felt Azazel's member, once  again ready to cum and release that sweet and warm nectar.

The two supernatural beings, keeping their bodies glued to each other, clashed their mouths in a passionate kiss while they prepared once again for the ending. 'God... this is divine' Azazel would think to himself, closing his eyes, letting himself be carried away by lust, forgetting about his thesis or what the point of this act was. He just wanted to enjoy this more...

Upon reaching her own limit, Modeus would began to speed up the movement of her as, causing the two to break free of the kiss while letting out a powerful moan. "a-ah modeus~ your pussy~ is incredible"

"mmmm my little angel~ I'm close~"

"and-me too Modeus~ ah~ ~ah" The sound of their bodies colliding would begin to intensify as they both approached the end. "m-modeus"

"a-azazel" The two would hug each other tightly as modeus gave one final movement, causing all of the angel's resistance to break and release his divine seed into her demonic womb.

"MODEEEEEEEUUUUUSSSS" the now not so innocent angel would roar as he fell exhausted on the bed, watching the succubus who was on top of him with a smile of absolute pleasure while she ran her hand over where her womb should be.

"a-ah M-mmmhh the seed of an angel" Modeus would say as she began to relax. "It's really delicious" she would move her head to meet the gaze of  Azazel, slowly approaching his face and taking him in her hands to steal another passionate kiss. "Mmmmmmm" the two would hold onto each other while kissing as if they were lovers, as Modeus had no plans to letting Azazel go. She  wanted to keep him close to her with his member inside her.

After a few minutes of cuddles and kisses the succubus would finally separate from him to give him a chance to speak. "And... tell me. Do you have the energy for more?"

Azazel seemed excited at the idea but would quickly notice how his friend was beginning to soften inside her. "I-I would love modeus but I don't have the energy...we could, if you want, to continue cuddling and kissing" the succubus would blush when she heard that word.

"You're as much a degenerate as he was..." she would finally let out a sigh as she stood next to him. "it's okay..."

"if you want... you can continue teaching me to be a demon for my research, tomorrow"

"hehe... yes... I will help you with your "research" with a lot of pleasure..." she would say with a small laugh as she approached her face again to steal another kiss. "We have a whole week to ourselves after all?..." Azazel would freeze, a look of confusion growing on his face as Modeus quickly realize that she fucked up.

"What do you mean, a week for us?"

"NOTHING, SHUT UP AND KISS ME, YOU DEGENERATE" in the blink of an eye Modeus would quickly begin to devour Azazel's mouth. At first, the angel looked like he was going to question her but inmediatly gave in and continued making out with her.

"Well done modeus..." Lucifer would chuckle from the confort of her room as she watch the whole show through a spell, laying on her bed completely naked and with a glass of good wine in hand. the whole thing almost made her regret not taking the first turn with the angel but her pride made her want to wait until he was up to his standars. "I knew she would get the job done"

"And what a job she did, shes basically covered in white" justice would say as she stop eating her queen. "I didnt know that a person could cum so much"

"What do you expected for someone who lived thousends of years holding its urges as they see it as sinful...still...for his first time it was pretty good"

"Ill give him a 7/10, he's a quick shooter but can take a lot of rounds" justice woul slowly crawl the bed until she was besides her queen. "Still, i think if he works on his stamina and technique he could be quite skilled"

"Yes...all he needs is fineese...and a few good teachers" Lucifer would desintegrate her glass and trapped the awesome demon in her grasp. "What do you say? Want to be next after Modeus?"

Justice would remain silent for a few seconds as she tought about the idea. "Sure...sounds fun. Altough first i'll work on his fitness once modeus ends her week"

"Good...and what about judgement? Is she still determined to not get involved in this?" Lucifee would inquire as she tought about their most innocent member. "You do know both of them have a crush for each other right?"

"Yeah i know, but she doesnt like the idea of making az fall so i doubt shell join us"

"Shame...it would have been fun..." Lucifer would sigh as she got on top of justice with a malicious smile. "Well shall we continue?"

"I was waiting for you to say it" 

"Fine...but this time i use the strap-on" and so the queen and her most trusted friend began a long night of passion while spying on the angel and the succubus but unbeknownst to them, they were not the only beings watching Azazel.

In the depths of the abyss, through a crack in reality, beelzebub the exiled and the helltaker observed all the events that unfolded. "My my my...i didnt expected the angel to have it in him" beelzebub would turn to his lover who was currently trapped in tentacles as the mistress of flies mounted him while watching the whole show. "Gotta admitt i did not see coming that azazel would turn out to be quite equipped"

The helltakee remain silent besides a few grunts as he observe all the events that transfolded and finally he broke the silence. "Azazel is a dude?"

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MONDAY...

Both Lucifer and Justice would open their eyes with some difficulty, forced to wake up from their peaceful sleep due to the sound of moans and flesh colliding being heard throughout the house. "AH, FUCK YES, OH YEEEEEESSSS, YOU LIKE THAT DONT YOU, LITTLE ANGEL? AH~ AH~ AH~"

"MODEUS, I-I-I LOVE IT..."

Lucifer would let out a growl as she rise from her bed. a queen like herself should never be awoken from her sleep AT 7 IN THE MORNING. She would quickly get up and prepare to get out of bed and punish them for waking her from her sweet dreams withtheir debauchaury but her loyal companion, Justice, would stop her by grabbing her arm.

"Hey Lu, I know they're a little noisy but have some patience with them" she would say pulling her back to the bed. "Modeus hasn't had sex with a man in weeks and azazel is a beginner excited to do it as many times as possible...let them keep going until they get tired"

"AHHHH YES~ DO YOU LIKE THIS DEMONIC PUSSY LITTLE ANGEL? DO YOU LIKE HOW IS THIS SUCCUBUS RIDING YOU?"

"YES, I LOVE IT MODEUS ~ AH ~ AH ~ AH ~" Lucifer would grit her teeth as an almost animalistic growl leave her troath while her face turned red like the hellfire she was so used to. luckily, justice had a solution for that problem and it would only take a small, warm smile from the awesome demon to make all that anger disappear and force the demon queen to calm down. "It's okay" she would say as she sighed all her frustrations.

"they better not be so loud for the rest of the whole week..."

"MODEUS...I-I'M CLOSE"

"DO IT...FILL ME WITH YOUR HOLY SEED"

"don't worry, I doubt they'll be that loud the whole weel...in fact I bet you'll get bored of this in a day or two...." Oh if only Justice had known how wrong she was...

After that morning fuck, Azazel and Modeus spent most of the day locked in the angel's room, only leaving from time to time to look for something to drink to replenish, take a break and when it was time for breakfast, lunch or dinner. There they spent the entire day, modeus teaching him all kinds of positions and giving the succubus more nutrition than ever before in his life. the taste of his seed was addictive, intoxicating and nutritious.

One thing she knew well was that once the angel fell completely, she could say goodbye to this delicious nectar so she was not going to let this opportunity go to waste, she was going to devour every last drop of his seed for the duration of the week.

TUESDAY...

and with the arrival of a new day, the cycle of the previous day  would repeat itself. "Mmmhhppp ~ SLUUUUUUURRPPPPPP ~ MMMMMPHH ~" Modeus was on top of Azazel with his member in the deepest recesses of her throat while the angel was placidly devouring the succubus crotch in a 69 position. The two would hook tightly on each other while they enjoyed savoring each other's private parts. "Mmmmmmm ~ Sluuuurrrppghh ~ UGHHHK ~ GHAACK~ GHACK~ GHUCK~ GHUCK~ GHACK~ UGHK~" Modeus would begin to drive his member deeper and deeper into her throat, breaking the record of  yesterday.

"mmghhh ~ M-modeus a-ah i-if you keep it up ~ i-I'm going to-AH" before he could finish that sentence, suddenly the succubus's throat would be flooded, forcing her to remove Azazel's dick from her mouth.

"COFF COFF COFF"

"M-MODEUS. ARE YOU OKAY? S-SORRY I COULD NOT-" the succubus would raise her hand and silence Azazel as she regained her breath. "y-you don't have to apologize...I was the one who wanted to try to go further than yesterday b-but your friend is quite complicated hehe"

"s-sorry.." the sad angel would say, which would cause the heart of modeus to melt from the tenderness of his innocence. "Oh don't say that az" her hand would reach up and caress her cheek. "you should be proud of yourself, it takes a lot to make a old succubus like me to choke on a cock" with a small giggle, she would get off the angel and onto the bed, raising her ass for him to see. "Now...shall we continue?"

No words were needed as the hungry angel suddenly jump on her and began to pound her ass with no mercy. "OH FUCK YES~" the two of them would began to go at it like animals without a care in the world as theyre sounds filled the whole house. unfortunate for those below them, in the living room, as several of the members of the house were trying to do their daily stuff while they heard all the shit those two were making. "OOOHHH YES, FUCK YES... DESTROY MY BEAUTIFUL ASS  YOU BIG DICKED ANGEL" the demons could only remain silent and listen to how modeus moaned like a wild animal...the reactions of those present were varied.

Pandemonica, the demon secretary seemed completely unfazed by the situation and merely kept focused in her work; Malina would blush as she let out slight growls of anger, or perhaps jealousy, which would cause her sister, the bitch demon, to giggle as she enjoyed the chaos; the hounds would begin to breathe rapidly, shaking their tails on the couch, their faces turned red as they would begin to go into heat from the hormones in the air that only their sensitive noses could smell; Judgment was one of the few who seemed genuily upset, angry and embarrassed to hear how the succubus was taking advantage of the innocence of her friend; like Pandemonica, Justice didn't seem to care about the slightest noise, she was simply chilling on the couch with a controller in her hand "watching" the tv. although the same could not be said of her partner Lucifer who had her face boiling with anger as she resisted the urge to explode. "M-MODEUS AH~ AH~ YOU ARE INCREDIBLE" the praises of the angel would be what would send the high prosecutor over the edge, making her enraged as she hit the sofa and stomped out of the room to no longer hear the voices of the two.

"just ignore them people...its just a few days." Justice would say as she continued to chill in the couch while the rest decided to follower advise and tried to go about their daily lives.

WEDNESDAY...

That would be easier said than done, since as time went by, the loving duo would become more and more daring in their sinful actions, not only in their respective rooms but also in other places in the house "mmmmmhhh~ oh yes~ You like mommy modeus's breasts dont you, little angel?" Modeus sat on the couch of the living room, in the middle of the night, her sweeter pulled up to let her breasts free in the air while her hand was holding the divine cadet's enormous dick.

Azazel on the other hand was simply lying on the succubus's lap, eyes closed while he enjoyed sucking on her breasts as if he was a newborn. "oh ~ just like that little angel ~ keep sucking on mommy's breasts like that ~" Azazel would begin to become more and more aggressive in sucking on her, which would cause Modeus to respond by speeding up his massage of her. "oh~ yes~ good boy~..." the succubus would say while enjoying the moment as suddenly the angel started shooting ropes of white, wich fell on her face but that wouldnt stop from continuing masturbating the angel....

of course the two, being so focused on each other, would not realize the presence of an exhausted pandemonica, who was observing them in their act with some annoyance as she couldn't focused on her tasks. Now she didn't care much about Modeus having his fun with the little angel, but all their fucking was keeping her from concentrating on her duty.

the infernal secretary would let out a sigh as she took a sip of her coffee and then try to concentrate on her work despite the sounds of all the lovemaking those two did until 4 in the morning. when after so much fucking, they fell unconscious, naked and covered in sweat on the couch only to be discovered by judgement in the morning. Of course, the high prosecutor let out a cry of frustration and anger only to then go to her room ashamed of what she saw.

THURSDAY...

Things would only get worse from then on with the two becoming bolder AND MORE bolder with their actions. Before, they only did it in the dark of night, when no one saw them and everyone was sleeping but now the succubus had begun her plan to corrupt the young Azazel's mind and start making him more perverted than before. "SLUUUUUURRRPPPPPP~ UGHHK~ NGGH~ SLUUUUUURRRRRPPPPP~ AGHK~ GHACK~ UGHK~ GHUCK~"

"A-ah...m-modeus...someone could hear uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuussss" the angel was at the center of the hallway of each inhabitant's rooms of the house, with his pants down and modeus on her knees sucking his dick with great pleasure. Now, Azazel had no intention of doing this, he was simply returning from a trip to the bathroom to rest when he was intercepted by Modeus and in good ol' modeus fashion,  without saying a single word; she pulled down his pants and started sucking him. "m-modeus.... ah ~ someone could see us... AH oh ~ w-we can do this in my room ~" the angel moaned innocently while his face turned red from the embarrassment of doing it in the middle from the hallway AT 4 IN THE AFTERNOON. "m-modeus w-what if someone comes out of their rooms-OH"

"SLUUUUUUUURRPPPPP SLUUUUUURRPPPPP SLUUUUUURP". Modeus honestly didn't care at all if anyone saw them, they couldn't do anything about it, this was her week just for her with the angel and she was going to take advantage of it to do all kinds of sexual acts with him.

"M-MODEUS" Azazel would begin to lose balance when he felt the succubus's tongue, tangling around his member and moving all over his trunk. "i-if you keep going like this I'm going to-" wouldn't be able to finish that sentence, since suddenly (and to Modeus's surprise), the angel would take her by her horns and force her member into her, going more deep into her throat.

Modeus would choke a little bit as she was taken by surprise by the angel's boldnessso suddenly but it wouldn't take her long to take control of the situation and start swallowing every drop of the white liquid. "GHUCK GHUCK GHUCK GHUCK GHACK"

"o-oh modeus... ah..." the succubus would began to pull out from him, removig his cock from the inside of her mouth and wipe her lips for any remain of his seed. "mmmmhhh~ are you ready for more my little angel?" She would say with a lustful smile as she watched Azazel who was currently lost in the cloud of his own pleasure. "ah~m-modeus~"

slowly, the succubus would pull down her pants, leaving her huge butt exposed to the angel's eyes as she leaned her body against the wall. Azazel would snap of his trance, only to be left speechless at the image of modeus leaning against the wall and giving him an invitation to use her ass. It wouldnt take a lot for his friend down there to began to get as hard as a rock while his heart would begin to beat faster.

The angel would rise from the ground quickly and without saying a single word, he would throw himself at the succubus, grabbing her without any mercy, not caring if anyone saw him and they were in fact being watched...

from the doors of their respective rooms, Cerberus and Malina would poke their heads out to watch the show of those two love birds. The cerberus would move their tails in excitement, teeth biting the door frame out of frustration, zeal and jealousy of wanting to receive the same treatment as the succubus... on the other hand, Malina would watch the show somewhat embarrassed and turned on, her fingers inside her pants, masturbating while watching Azazel fucking the lights out of the succubus. It had been weeks since she had last been fucked by the helltaker and once someone fucks you spectacularly, it makes you want more and now she didn't have that option since her man had disappeared. 'NGHHH STUPID STUPID...WHY DIDN'T YOU OFFER YOURSELF TO GO FIRST' Malina would think to herself as she hit her head against the doorframe, fingering herself as she watch all the action...

FRIDAY...

After that whole event, things got from bad to worse for the members of the house, while most of the times they did it in places that didnt really bother most of them. now they were starting to fuck in other places that were quite inconvinient for the rest of the house, it was getting so bad that most of them were starting to get sick of it but they couldn't do anything about it, all of them agree that each one got one week with azazel for themselves to do whatever they wanted so the only thing left was to endure everything. 

Not that modeus made it easy for them as she and az would fuck in any place possible of the house: the kitchen, the living room, the hallways, the backyard, on furniture and even the bathroom as sometimes they would have sex in the shower four hours, wich resulted in thousends of dollars for water and hogging the bathroom for those who need it...But the thing that destroy all pacience, was when lucifer walked up to her room only to find modeus ridding azazel IN HER CHAMBERS AND ON HER BED. 

At that moment, lucifer almost stormed into the room ready to kill the two of them but luckuly justice ans other members of the house restrain her to avoid her destroying their only source of entertainment.

but for the good of everybody, there was only one more day before this week was over....now all that they had to do is wait and hope nothing bad happens...

SATURDAY...

"AH~ OH AZAZEL~ YOU'VE GOTTEN A LOT BETTER~ MMMMMHHHH yes, just like that~" modeus would gasp as she sat on the edge of the bed, legs opened and allowing the angel to eat her pussy. "A-AUCH...c-careful with the teeth mhhh~ yes~ like that...keep eating my pussy" the angel would look at the succubus with those eager and hungry eyes as his tongue went up and down on her lower lips. "Mmmmhh you're doing so well..." the angel couldn't help but smile upon hearing that he was improving compared to the first time they've tried this. "Yeeeesss thats how modeus likes it..." her hand would slowly move through the hair of the angel and then to his halo in order to hold him in place. "Almost there...you can speed up a little bit" and thats what the angel would do as he suddenly began to devour the succubus pussy. "O-oh yes...yes...keep going~ ah ah" her heartbeat would suddenly speed up as she began to get closer to her climax. "AH~ AH~ YOUVE GOTTEN SO GOOD IN SO LITTLE TIME AZAZEL~" azazel couldnt even give a simple awnser as she held his head against her crotch in order to continue his work. "CUMMING" the succubus would scream as a wave of liquid filled azazels mouth.

"How...was it modeus?" The angel would ask as he cleaned his mouth of his liquids. 

"Pretty good...but still far away from perfect" azazel nodded as without saying a word, modeus would open her legs signaling him to stick it in. "Lets continue...after all we only have today to do it"

"Wait...what do you mean by-"

"SHUT UP AND FUCK ME AZAZEL"

"YES MA'AM" Azazel would began to move his hips, entering and leaving the demons vaggina as he pounded her with passion. "Ah~ m-modeus~ mmghh" by pure accident he would hold modeus hand making the demon suddenly freeze in place. "Modeus?" Modeus wouldnt respond his calls, she would just remain silent as she stare at their hands holding. "Are you okey?"

"Y-youre...h-holding my hand..."

"Y-yes?..."

"W-while were f-fucking?" suddenly the succubus would began to hiper-ventilate, her heartbeats began to become faster and her eyes began to glow pink while tons of hearts began emerging from her head. "D-d-degenerate"

"m-modeus?" Before he could say anything else, Modeus would turn the angel against the bed, getting on top of him, face pressed against Azazel's as he stared at him with pure desire. "d-degenerate..." Azazel would not have time to respond, since the succubus would begin to ride him brutally, drawing moans from both of them.

"Ah ~ m-modeus ~ w-wait ~ I-I still haven't recovered ~" the words of the exhausted angel would not reach his ears while he was in an absolute trance while he let his body fall on top of him. the member of the angel.

"AH~ AH~ DEGENERATED~ AH MGHHH~ OH~ Y-YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A DEGENERATED, AZAZEL"

"M-MODEUS~ A-AH i-IM-IM CUMMING AGAIN"

"DO IT, FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE JUICE YOU DAMNED DEGENERATE~" again the angel would cum inside her again after dozens of times on this day.

"Ah..." Azazel would let out a sigh of relief as he stared at the ceiling catching his breath. Instead, she would stare at the divine being's body as she felt her insides being filled again... but she still wasn't satisfied.

"m-more..."

"h-huh?" azazel would look at the lustful demon somewhat confused only to watch the demon salivating as she looked at him very hungrily.

"I-I want more"

"m-modeus?"

"I-im going to ride you so hard until the dawn..."

"Oh-I I..." modeus would say with a nervous chuckle as he look around the room in search of anything that could save him. "Oh god help me..."

"there is no god az...theres only modeus"

One thing was certain for the young angel and it was that this night was not gonna end well for him.

MONDAY...

Finally, the long week of modeus had ended with the first rays of the sun, which would force the succubus to wake up from her sweet sleep after a peaceful night of pleasure.

This entire week had been nothing short of incredible and she completely shattered all expectations of her. Azazel could definitely already be considered a person with experience in the art of fucking. She could improve even more but now her training would fall into the hands of the other girls.

modeus would let out a yawn, stretching her body as she slowly began to wake up. Once she finished removing the sleep from her system, the succubus would move her body to snuggle next to her lover. "oh azazel, this week was spectacular... you were incredible, especially last night" The succubus would slowly rest her head against her chest as she felt the warmth of her. "I would love to do this...another day but maybe you want to rest a little right?" Azazel would remain silent without answering him. "az? are you still asleep?" The demon would shake the body of the sleeping beauty only to notice that she had not yet woken up. "az?" modeus would begin to notice how the breathing and heartbeat of the divine being felt weak against her head and she was not moving. "huh?"

Modeus would get out of bed to look at her lover sleeping on her but what she would see would cause her to scream in absolute horror at what happened. In front of her, lay Azazel who was completely sucked out of life energy, his body being almost only skin and bones, his member completely exhausted while his crotch was filled with the essence of the succubus. Az basically looked like a walking, barely alive zombie. "AZAZEL" the demon would say, letting out a scream of horror as she realized what she had done and she would quickly begin to try to save the angel from having sucked all the life out of her in her trance.

After that, Azazel spent the rest of Sunday recovering at home, his body in absolute pain due to how the succubus had ridden him to near death.

Once Az regained consciousness, Modeus threw himself on top of him crying, begging for his forgiveness for having let himself be carried away by his instincts and almost killing him. Azazel obviously apologized to the succubus, and not only that, he told her that they could still continue her secret "studies" but that next time they should go slower and give her a few days to rest.

Of course Justice Week had to be postponed for a couple of days while Azazel recovered under the false excuse that he stayed up late studying and it was due to exhaustion although everyone knew the truth...

Luckily, this time in bed, he gave Justice the opportunity to plan his week with young Angel and oh boy... they were going to have a lot of fun.

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Things became tense betwen the members of the household after Modeus's big fuck up. most of the girls got furious at the succubus for almost fucking to death their new source of entertainment and leaving them without having their fun, so it wasnt a big surprise when lucifer decided to act as a queen and banned modeus from having sex with az for a whole month....

Of course this didnt sit well with the succubus who protested against the idea but for the first time since arriving here, most of the girls came to an agreement to make sure Modeus didnt try anything on az during the duration of her punishment. Now that her week was over, it was turn of the awesome demon to have her fun and she was going to use it well...of course she wasnt going to go all out on him like modeus did. Justice prefered to go slow with her actions. The problem was that at the start of her week, modeus left az nearly dead so she had to call off her first day until the little angel recovered...of course as compensation,  lucy gave justice one more day to pay off the time modeus took from her.

As soon as az recovered, she decided it was time to start her plan of seducing the young angel and how was she gonna do that? Simple. "Yo az, wanna hit the gym with me?"

The young angel broke her attention from her books, turning her gaze to the awesome demon a little bit confused but at the same time interested in the proposition of her friend. "The gym?" Azazel slowly put a pen against her lips as she tought to herself. "I've never gone to a gym before"

"What? You mean to tell me youve never worked out in your life" justice said as she remove her shades and stare at her. 

"I did, angels are trained since theyre born until they graduate but that was a long time ago" azazel said as he clossed his eyes, remeniscing about her young days in the academy and her struggles. "I think i've havent take care of my fitness for a while"

"Well, then lets go...it will be fun" Justice said as she turn around and left, leaving the angel with no chance to argue. Next thing she knows, she's standing next to justice in the middle of a gym that was the closest to the house, staring at all the men and woman doing their respective excersise with the machines for work out.  In truth, azazel's never been before to a gym, she only knew about it by word and that time when modeus tought that she would get fuck in a gym due to those porn videos she saw on the Internet, so it was quite interesting to finally see one. It reminded him a lot about her days training in heaven, it was pretty similar altough heaven's training was more strict and...complex than the one's this mortals were performing.

"Okey lets get started shall we?" Justice said in her workout attire as she began to walk towards the bench press that was free.

"H-huh?" 

"To work out...thats why we came for, remember?"

"O-oh yeah sorry i kind of spaced out, where do we start?"

"Just follow me..." azazel nooded and slowly followed the awesome demon to a bunch of treadmills. "Now how about we start with something simple?, 20 minutes of walking would be fine?" Justice said as she slowly enter thr fitness machine, shaking her hips for the eyes of the angel, who couldn't avoid staring at the awesome demon's butt, wich was shaking  and moving as she began to walk on the treadmill. 

Justice of course knew this, making sure to allow the little angel to have a good view of her backside, little teases to buid up the tension with her and if that bulge that was hardening in his crotch was something to tell her that it was working. "Hey az...are you gonna stand still or you're gonna join me?"

"H-huh?" The blushing angel snapped out from the hypnotizism of her ass and quickly became startled, pretending to be okey. "Y-yeah sure..." azazel nodded as she quickly got over to the treadmill and began walking alongside the demon.

In truth, it had been a hard week for azazel, as lately he was having a harder time controlling himself, ever since her arrival to the Helltakers house, something had change in him and now his mind was clouded with nothing but impure toughts.  Before, during his time in the academy, it was easy to ignore such impulses, but the more time he spent in this house, it only got worse and worse by the day. Now she couldn't help but see her demon friends, stare at their bodies, and start fantasizing about things so sinful that they made him want to faint. His biggest secret, his member, hardened almost all the time in the face of such thoughts, which made his daily activities more difficult and worst of it all is that it made it far more difficult to concieled it from his companions and putting him in risk of her friends discovering his greatest sin. That would be the greatest humiliation for him.

It seemed like a problem impossible to fix but then, Modeus appeared, who in some miraculous way could use her body to calm those sinful desires through sex, teaching her about the secret art of the carnal dance and in the process taugth him about the nature of the sins of lust to advance his thesis. But throughout this week, after that night when she left him completely empty, Modeus began to avoid him almost all the time and say things like she didn't feel like doing it with him today or she was busy.

Without modeus to help him, his problem only got worse, now Azazel couldn't spend a moment without thinking sinful things and having his body betray him. Azazel shook his head as he attempted to stop thinking about that, standing up on the treadmill and began to focus on working out with her fellow friend. "Okey...so what should i do now miss justice?"

"Just push the button there and it should start with no problem" the awesome demon said as she continued walking on her treadmill without a problem. Azazel look at the different buttons in the maching, not knowing well wich was wich, the angel decided to press a single bottom at random and hope for the best.

What she didnt expect was for the machine to speed up out of nowhere, sending the little angel flying and hitting her head against a wall. "A-auch" he said as he lay in the ground with his head and most of her upper torso resting face to the ground while the rest of his body was in different positions.

"AZ" justice quickly stop the machin and ran in the aid of the angel. "Are you okey?"

"Y-yes" said azazel beginning to rise from the ground. Now altought this could be quite hurtful for a human, for a divine being such as herself it wasnt that bad altough it still hurt a little. "I-i just need a minute and-" before he could say anything, the awesome demon would grabb his head and hold him against her breasts as if they were pillows. 

"Im sorry i should have been more clear..." said justice with a little bit of regret, as she press his head against her breast, the halo was a bit on the way but it was a minor problem. "You're not hurt are you?"

Azazel blushed like a tomato as his head rested betwen her melons, blood pumping into her head and crotch as his manhood began to hardened. His mind would begin to fantasize about being able to hold, suck and play with her naked breasts here and now but would resist the temptation somehow. "N-no, im Fine thanks justice" the timid angel quickly began to panic so he separeted from the demon. "S-sorry i was careless..."

"Dont need to apologize love,ill explain it to you better next time..."justice stood up and turn. "Wanna continue?"

"E-emmm" azazel was completely flustered as he try to hid the bulge in his pants from the blind demon and other mortals in the gym. "N-no i-its Fine, why dont we try other way to excersise?"

"Mmmm okey sure...how about we do some stretchs to warm up?"

"S-sure...lead the way" azazel said as he watch justice beggining to walk to an area where they wouldn't bother other people doing their own training.

He follow behind her, walking with his legs crossed in an attempt to hide his bulge. "Something wrong az?" Justice said, looking at him from the side, somewhat confused as to why he was walking in a ridiculous manner.

As soon as the demon turn to see her, az crossed her legs in an attempt to hide his meat. "N-NO-NOTHING" 

"Why are your legs crossed?" Justice asked as she stare at the angel somewhat confused. 

"O-oh t-this? I-im im-" azazel began to think to himself for some excuse to get out of this situation. "im just-emmm STRETCHING-Y-YEAH j-just streaching, This is an elongation technique that they taught us at the holy academy"

"Oh wow, i didn't know that. well how about i teach you how i do it and then you teach me all of those techniques of heaven, huh?"

Azazel gulp as he nervously walk near the demon without her noticing the bulge. "Y-yea sure, s-sounds great" Azazel sighed as he got ready to start "so where do we begin?"

"Just follow my lead alright?" Azazel simply noded and began to imitate the movements of justice by the letter. He had some difficulties since physical training was never his strong suit when he was in the academy and it had been 115 years since his last workout. The two continued for a while until suddenly he was stopped by the demon. "Nop, youre doing that wrong...you need to put your back at it"

"Oh im sorry, let me try again..." az said as he try to do the same movement again only to fail.

"Nop...again wrong, here let me show you" the awesome demon said as she aproach azazel, putting herself behind the angel and taking hold of her arms. "Now you put your arms like this...and now push" azazel froze as he felt the breasts of justice resting on his back as the demon push his body. Justice was completely sticked to the back of the angel as she help her with this difficult position.

"A-ACTUALLY" shouted the angel. "H-how about if we do something else?" the angel said with drops of sweat goind down on his forehead while his member was getting crushed in his pants for how hard it was.

"You sure az?" Said justice, with her body sticked to the angel's back as her breast rub against it. "Your body is going to be in hell if you dont warm up first"

"I-i think ill be fine..."

Justice shrug as she separated from the angel. "Suit yourself"

And so...the evening continued but no matter what he did, azazel couldn't avoid focusing on justice body and fantasyzing about her. No matter what activity they were, when they were lifting weights, az couldnt avoid giving peaks to her ass as she lifted that huge weight that would have crush any mortal, when they were using the machines, she remain hipnotized as she stare at justice sweety muscles of the demon.

"I-i" it was to much for him. he couldnt take it anymore. "I-I THINK I'VE TRAINED ENOUGH JUSTICE...I-I" azazel said as he looked around for an excuse until he found the showers of the gym. "I'LL GO TAKE A SHOWER"

"Sure az...im gonna lift some more weights for a few minutes and then we can leave" she said as she focused on her own excercise.

"Y-yeah" az quickly ran towards the men showers, panting and breathing heavily as his manhood was hardeneding, tighening against his pants. "O-oh heavens what do i do?" he said as he stared at his pants. Azazel started looking around for any solution until he saw the showers and quickly knew what he had to do. "T-theres nobody here..." the angel looked around for any sing of life . Once he realized that nonody was in the room, he took a towel, remove his cloaths and ran towards the nearest shower.

Once inside he turned around, closed the shower curtains so that nobody could see him and turned on the shower. A rain of warm water began to drop on the body of azazel as he stare at his hardened manhood begging for attention. "L-lord...p-please forgive thy servant for what hes about to do but its for the greater good and to hide my shame" azazel prayed as he began to hold his dick with one hand. "H-here i go..." he closed his eyes and started moving his hand all across his shaft, jerking himself off as he attempted to quell this urges. "Mggh ngghh c-come on p-please" azazel said as he masturbated but no matter how hard he tried, nothing calmed his hardened member. "W-what should i do?" Azazel said as she tought about her situation.  "Unless..." at that moment, an idea pop out in the angel's head. "B-but...i-its so wrong..." he lower her gazd and stare at his manhood.

"O-oh lord...Miss justice please forgive me" Azazel sighed as he holded his manhood and close his eyes, remembering all the events that had transpired today, his face against justice breasts, his body rubbing against his back, when he started lifting weights and had to kneel, showing up her thicc ass before the angel's eyesd. "Mgghh~" his manhood began to tremble as he remember all those moments, his lust taking over, his member trembling and hardening as blood pump into it due to the excitement. "J-justice" azazel utter her name as he imagined it, her naked bodie, her huge tits,her muscular abs and her delicious backside. "O-oh j-justice~"  It felt so wrong to him, to have such lewd toughts of a friend of his like this but little by little he began to left the control to his lust. "J-justice...o-oooh~" 

He began to speed up the movement of his shaft, pre-cum emerging from the tip as his mind was filled with lewd toughts of justice in thousends of scenarios. "M-mmghh j-justice~ o-oh i~ i need you~" this was not azazel doing the talking but rather the most deeper inner desires of the angel, those who he had no idea that existed. "J-justice~ i want to touch you~"  He could see it all in his head, justice laying in the bed, without any sort of cloathing and with her perfect toned body exposed for his eyes. The two of them holding each other passionately as they wresstled with their tongues for dominance of their mouths. His shaft rubbing against her abs as they grinded their bodies. "J-justice~ o-oh justice~" His movement began to speed up as he fantasize about his awesome friend. "O-oohhhh j-justice, i n-need you...i want you mgghh" azazel began to move his hands faster as little moans began to escape her mouth. "J-justice...j-justice~ j-justice~" 

Azazel most primal urges began to take over, as his movements speed up and her imagination began to run wild. "J-justice a-ah j-justice~" He saw himself, laying on the floor, with justice on top of him, riding him till they reach climax. "J-justice i-im" azazel began to grunt as his legs grew weaker and his resistance was wavering. "CUMMING" he shouted as his cock shotted out a few lines of his seed into the floor, only to get carried away by the water into the sewer system. "O-o-oohhh" 

Azazel moaned as he enjoyed the pleasent feeling of his own climax, his manhood slowly flattening in his hands as it finished cumming. "Mmghh~" slowly, he closed his eyes, taking a breether as he began recovering. "O-oh justice..."

"Sup..." justice would casually said as she popped out behind him out of nowhere in the shower. "Did you call me az?"

"JUSTICE?!" az screamed her name as he quickly covered his manhood in an attempt to hide it from the demon. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? T-THIS ARE THE SHOWERS FOR MEN?!" The angel began to panic as he attempted to cover his body from the eyes of justice. Making everything in his power to hide his true gender butIt was at that moment when he realized that justice wasnt wearing her training cloths, matter of fact, she was completely naked, her muscled body covered in scars completely in the open with the exception of a towel to cover her lower parts as she entered az's shower. The curious angel would turn red as he attempted to avoid looking at the awesome demon...Yes he was familiar with seeing a naked body thanks to modeus but this was not modeus. 

Upon hearing her questions, justice stared at him with a deadpan stare. "Az, there are no men showers, the showers in this gym are unisex"

Azazel froze, the embarassment and shame from the moment completely forgotten as he process this information with a dumbfounded look and the only thing that would come out of her mouth was a simple "oh"

Justice on the other hand acted completely casually as she enter the shower. "Hey...you dont mind if we share a shower right?" The awesome demon began to remove the towel hidding her naked privacy and walked towards the stream of hot water. 

Azazel quickly snapped out of his train of thought, turning red as a tomato as he watched the amazing demon in all her glory as the warm water of the shower fell over her muscular body. "and az? you're not going to join?"

"H-HUH?!" In an instant, he could feel his cock harden beneath his hand once again, causing it to become harder and harder to hide. "n-no o-of course not, t-that...i-i c-could never do something like that, t-the rules prohibit it"

"oh come on az...don't be a killjoy, it'll be faster that way" az was ready to protest again but before he could get another word out, the awesome demon would grab him by the arm and pull him towards her in a tight hug until they were both stuck together under the rain of the shower.

"JUSTICE W-WAIT-" Az would began to resist the bear hug of the demon who would simply laugh with joy.

"See it wasn't that bad was it?" In that moment, justice would feel something hard poking at her well toned abs as both the demon and angel would freeze, staring at each other in silence , only for justice to lower her gaze and discover his gigantic manhood. A little smile grew in her lips as she let out a little chuckle.

Inmediatly, az was the first to break away from her grasp in a panic as he began to try to make an excuse while covering his crotch. "J-JUSTICE I CAN EXPLAIN OKEY? Y-YOU SEE I-" az was in total panic as he tried to hide away his biggest secret. "I-I ITS JUST- T-THIS, IS JUST THAT-I"

"what? That you're a dude?" Justice said casually as she stare at the angel who found himself dumbfounded once again as to how she discover his biggest secret. 

"H-how?" He asked in shock as justice simply giggle.

"Az...im blind but not dumb, i could see how you were acting today and recently this weeks..." justice didnt want to spoil the fun to the other girls so of course she gave him the truth mixed with lies. "specially with your little fun with momo"

"WHAT?! H-HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" Inmediatly he panic as he realized that she knew about her times with modeus.

"Az...you weren't very subttle about it" justice said with a sigh. "You two were fucking 24/7 and didnt expect it to be found out?"

"O-oh"

"Yeah..."

"D-do the others know?" Az asked as she trembled in fear. What would the girld think of her if they found out about this, this could ruin his relationship with them...they could think differently from him. Like in heaven, they probably would shun him and treat him like an oucast.

Justice was no fool and knew what was going through az's head and how much this situation meant for him. "Nop..." and so she lies.

"T-thank the lord" az said as he let out a sigh of relief. "Justice...listen, nobody can know about this...this has to be betwen you, modeus and i....nobody else can know okey?"

Little late for that but justice was simply going to roll with it. "No problem az..." the demon said as she shake his hand.

"T-thank you justice" az said as he stare at the awesome demon with some relief. 

"So...why were you saying my name before?" Justice asked with a cocky smirk as she stare at the confused angel.

"H-huh?"

"You know...a minute ago, you were moaning my name multiple times"

"YOU HEARD THAT?" the angel screamed in embarassment as he covered his face to hide in shame without realizing he left his hardened meat in the open air.

"Blind...not deaf az...and" Justice lower her gaze and stare at his manhood. "Oh so thats why" Inmediatly az realized his mistake and quickly covered his cock behind his hands with difficulty.

"IM SORRY JUSTICE IM SO SORRY IT WASNT MY INTENTION" az began to scream in tears, ashamed of this depraved behaviour before her best friend. "I-it wasnt mi intention its just...t-that i can't calm it down a-and..." before he could say another word, justice would put her finger on his lips, silencing the angel.

"Shhhhhh,Az az az...calm down, its okey" justice said with a warm smile and a conforting gaze that calmed her heart. "Mmmm so~ do you need a hand with your big friend down there?"

"W-what? Hahahahaha miss justice, p-please dont do such jokes hahahaa" azazel separate himself while laughing as he hid his manhood. "I cant do such things..."

"But you do it with modeus..."

"I-i t-thats different...m-modeus helps me with my research on sin"

"Riiiiiiiight..." justice sighed as she stare at the angel. "Listen az...im not gonna force you if you dont want to, im just offering you if youre interested in just having some relaxing fun" justice said as the rain of the shower fell on her. "If you dont want to...i can leave now and we can pretend that nothing happened and go back to our day to day" slowly justice began to remove her hairband and let her long silky grey hair drop free. "But if youre interested then theres no problem, no matter what you choose, nothing we'll change betwen us...im just offering you some time to relax and have fun...nothing else" the demon said as she rested her body against the wall of the shower for the angel to see.

"..."

"So, what will it be"

"Mmhh~ you really like my tighs dont you az?" Justice grinned as she rest her hands against the shower's wall, with azazel holding her from behind, thrusting like a horny animal, with her tongue out and letting out strong moans. His manhood, rubbing betwen the awesome demon muscular tighs as he moved his hips and enjoyed the feeling of friction.

"Ooooooo~ j-justice i l-love them" the angel said betwean moans, with a drunken smile stucked in her lips as she enjoyed the sensation. "O-ohhh j-justice mmhhhhggh~"

Justice let out a little giggle as she stare at the adorable angel that was thrusting against her, his big manhood rubbing betwen her tighs while he moved like a crazed horny dog. "Mmhhh~ you needed this So badly, right Az?" In truth, justice felt a little bit responsible for this, after all, she was the one who teased him on purpose during the whole day, she knew that az was really pent up after modeus stop visiting him so she knew that a little beat of teasing would push him to end up in this situation. Now of course she would never force herself on a friend and thats why she gave him the choice. If he didnt want to do it then it was fine with justice altough it would have been a damned shame. But luckily that wasnt the case here.

"Y-yes~" the angel said as her body moved on his own, following only his instincs and his primal needs. "Mmghh j-justice i-i think i-im gonna-"

"Shhhh~ its okey az...just let it happen" the demon giggle as azazel began to speed up his movements, feeling the tingly sensation of his climax building up in his manhood, ready to release his seed. "Yeah~ juste like that~ keep going" The demon moan as azazel continued to speed up, until finally shooting out small lines of sticky white sustance all over her legs. The awesome demon smiled as the panting angel hold on to her from behind as he came.

"J-justice~ i-i want more~"

"No problem az, we have all the time we need" justice said, slowly separating herself from her divine companion and turning to face him. With a small giggles she started to bend her knees in front of the angel until his hardened manhood was at the level of her face. "Mmmhhh~ hehehe~" the awesome demon moved her hand, taking hold of his sensitive cock that just came a few seconds ago and began to stroke it. "Mmmhhh nice cock az, very large, greath girth and stamina~"

"A-ah e-eh hehehe t-thanks justice" the angel chuckle flustering while rubbing the back of his head a little bit embarrased.

"Altough you're a bit of a quickshot in reality...still 9/10 dude...great cock, good job" justice chuckle as she gave a small lick at the cum covered dick, sending a shiver throught the body of the angel.

"Hope youre ready for this~" The blind demon said as she moved a little bit his manhood, hitting it agaist her lips and teasing the young angel with kisses and licks to the tip causing him to let out small moans of pleasure. "Mwah~ Mwah~ sluuuuurp~ Mwah~" Justice began to give his manhood little kisses and licks all across. Starting from the tip, lowering to the shaft until finally reaching the base while with one hand she began to massage his balls.

"O-oh~ j-justice~ mmhhh~" azazel's moaned as he stood there, closing his eyes and enjoying the touches of the awesome demon. "Feels good~ mmhhh~" 

"If you think this is good, az. You havent seeing a thing yet hehehe~" the awesome demon let out a little laugh as she got ready for the next part, opening her mouth wide opening and swallowing his whole cock. "U-UGHK~ GHACK~ U-UGHHK~" justice slowly closed her eyes as she began to Bob up and down the shaft of the angel.

"OOOOOOoooooooh~ j-justice~" The angel moaned as he enjoy the feeling of the awesomes demon throat all around his big secret. "O-oh g-god"

In an instant, the angel freeze, starting to blush upon realizing what he had done. He quickly used his hands to cover his mouth upon realizing he had use the lords name in vain. "Oh no, I used the lord's name in an irreverent manner for an inappropriate situation." Azazel quickly began to panic, which caused Justice to stop. "L-Lady Michael will kill me if she finds out about this."

"hey hey hey az, don't worry...everything is okay? no one is going to punish you" Justice would start to say trying to calm his partner down but it would be of no use while the angel just continued to panic because of the sin he committed.

"o-oh no this is terrible, how am I going to explain this. This is terrible I can't believe that-" Justice quickly realized that he was not going to calm the young angel down so he would quickly start giving her something to distract his mind. While Az was in the middle of his panic attack, Justice would take his member without him realizing it and put it back in his mouth to suck it. "I-I can't believe that-OOOOOOOOOHHHHH" While in mid-speech, Azazel's eyes widened at the sudden stimulation and he let out a loud moan while Justice shook her head up and down.  "o-oh J-JUSTICE S-It feels so good~ o-ohhh k-keep going"

Just like that, the angel completely forgot all his worries thanks to the skill of her mouth. 'Mmm~ how quickly he forgot~' Justice would think with a smile on her lips as she continued sucking his enormous member. 'mmmmhh this dick is excellent, as good as the big guy's...the girls weren't exaggerating when they said it was big'

Azazel would close his eyes, letting out small moans with each movement of the demon while his hands fell on the demon's head to support himself. "o-oh~ j-justice~ k-keep going~ i-i~ im~ almost there~ it-feels so goooooood~"

'mmmm~ don't worry az, I don't plan on stopping for anything in the world' Justice would say with a smile as you began to accelerate the movements of his head. 'we have all the time in the world'

"mmmmm~ o-oh j-justice ~ keep going~ keep it up~" slowly Angel without realizing it would begin to grab Justice's horns, something that would surprise Justice. "mmhhhh j-justice y-you do it so well~"

'hehehe I didn't expect him to be so bold? Are you going to use my head az?' Justice would say to herself with a smile, following his movements as he waited for Azazel to try something. She could see it with his silver eyes, how his spirit showed the temptation to use her mouth as he pleased but he wouldn't. Azazel was not like that, despite letting himself be carried away by his lust so sensibly, he was a loving and kind boy who would never think of doing anything mean to her. 'nah, he's too sweet for that...although it would be interesting to see a more aggressive side of him, maybe pandemonica or zdrada could teach him' the demon would think to herself but she would quickly get rid of the idea. 'but that doesn't matter, this is my week so I can enjoy it a little' With a small smile and letting out a light laugh, the amazing demon would begin to accelerate the movements of her mouth, wanting to push more and more to the edge of climax.

"o-ooooohh~ j-justice~ i-I'm close" The amazing demon would smile, beginning to accelerate the movements of her head, taking his member to the depths of her throat and pushing him further and further to climax. "MNGGHH~ J-JUSTICE~ O-OH G-GOD J-JUSTICE IT FEELS SO GOOD~" the angel would say, grabbing her friend's horns to hold on better while she did all the work. "I-I'M I-I'M CLOSE"

'that's IT Azazel, let it all out' the demon would continue her assault for a few seconds, feeling how his member trembled with pleasure as he felt the warm sensation of her mouth and began to release drops of pre-cum, preparing to release his seed. "JUSTICE~ I-IM I-IM" Azazel would bite his lip at the sensation of her mouth and the inevitable approaching climax. "I-I'M CUMMMING" the angel would moan, gripping Justice's horns tightly to make sure he had his member deep in her throat. This would surprise Justice a little, who would choke for a few seconds due to the initial shock but would quickly recover.

At that very moment would be when the demon would start to feel a viscous salty taste in her mouth. Azazel had already begun to release his seed so she would respond by quickly swallowing each drop until there was nothing left.

"o-oh j-justice~" the angel moaned as he finished cumming in her mouth. "o-oh~ s-so goooooood~" Justice would slowly begin to remove his member from her mouth, leaving his dick covered in a mixture of her own saliva and his seed. The awesome demon swallowed the last drops of his seed in her mouth, raising her gaze to the angel and opening her mouth so he could see everything. "aaaaaaaaah"

Azazel would be captivated by the image of the awesone blushing demon, her straight hair stretched all over her back, those eyes full of desire which begged for more and that divine mouth that made her feel like she was in paradise itself. "j-justice~" the angel would blush, a small perverted smile growing on her lips as his member throbbed for more action. 

Azazel would step forward, wanting to grab the demon but in the process he would accidentally step incorrectly on the wet tiles, causing friction and causing him to slip. "AH-" Before he knew it, the angel would fall to the shower floor, hitting his head on the tiles.

"AZ" the awesome demon would say, standing on top of the angel and looking at him with a worried look. "are you OK?"

"uuuhgh" Azazel would groan with a throbbing pain in the back of his head. Everything around him looked blurry and he could even swear he was seeing 5 naked justices above him. "ouch ouch" the angel would say as he began to recover. "y-yes I'm fine justice it just...it hurts a little" Little by little his vision would return to normal and he would be able to see the face of the worried demon.

"oof thank the hells, you worried me there for a second" the demon let out a giggle as she stared at the innocent angel that lay below her.

Her little giggles would slowly begin to turn from one of amusement to one of perversion as he watched the angel, lying on the ground and with his manhood still hardened. "mmhh~" Justice would slowly begin to move, placing herself on the angel's hips, taking his member with one hand while bitting her lips. "so az~ do you want to continue with our little "training"?"

Azazel froze in place, observing the divine image of the demon, her muscular body full of scars, soaked under the water of the shower, her long, silky hair completely soaked and clinging to her back and his member in her hand, pointing to her soaked privacy.

Az would say nothing, she would simply nod somewhat blushing. "good~" Justice let out a small smile, pointing his member well and then falling on it and impaling herself on his big cock. "O-ooohh fuck~ its been a while since i had something this big" the demon moaned as his member slowly began to enter into her pussy.

"a-ah Mmgghh~ j-justice" az moaned, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the warm fleshy walls of her pussy rubbing against his cock. "s-so good~"

"Do you like it, huh? Do you like my awesome pussy? ~" he would ask while continuing to introduce his member deeper into her vagina.

"j-justice~ ah~ I love it" Azazel moaned, his hands gripping the demon's muscular thighs as she finished reaching the base of his penis. "i-it feels so good~"

"hehehe thanks az, now get ready" she would say with a devilish giggle. "I'm going to show you how justice rides"

"h-huh?" The angel would be confused for a moment, observing his companion. "what do you mean-ngghhmgh" at that moment the angel would let out a light moan while Justice began to get up, slowly removing the member inside him until he reached the tip. "o-oh j-justice~"

"hehehe get ready kiddo" the demon would say and then let her hips fall on his, Az's member would quickly enter her pussy again, reaching deeper than the first time and taking the angel to a world of pleasure.

"o-OOOOOH J-JUSTICE" Justice would put his hands on the angel's chest, starting to move his hips quickly up and down.

"mghhh it's been too long since I've had a tremendous meat like this inside me~ o-oh fuck~ how about you az? Do you like the justice style" she would say as she crushed his member with her pussy.

"O-OOOOHH GOD JUSTICE~ THIS IS INCREDIBLE~" The angel would shout, holding the demon tightly as he enjoyed the moment. "I LOVE IT A-AH O-OH"

"hehehe mmmghh~ everyone does~" the amazing demon would say while focusing on enjoying the moment alongside azazel and boy was he enjoying it.

Justice was as good as Modeus, maybe even better when it came to sex, but even so, he would never dare compare her friends or say that one was better than the other. Both were excellent but different in how they did it:

Modeus was passionate, wild and sometimes a little aggressive for Azazel but it was still fantastic to do it with her accompanied by classic kisses, caresses, hugs, cuddles and holding hands. but the thing was that modeus was someone very demanding when it came to sex... Justice, on the other hand, was quite calm, relaxed and always wanted both parties to enjoy the passionate moment. If Justice wanted to be more aggressive, she would surely ask Az and vice versa. It felt good to have someone more relaxed to do it with and especially after Modeus almost fucked him to death. "o-ooohh~ j-justice...mmghhh~ keep going"

"Oh, I don't plan to stop for anything in the world," the awesome demon would say with a wink as she continued falling on his penis without any mercy. "or at least until you leave me well filled with that special holy milk of yours..." slowly Justice would lean down to be at the same level as the angel.

"j-justice~" Azazel would look into her silver eyes with which he could observe the very essence of her being. "J-justice i-i c-could i" The angel would murmur weakly to his demonic companion, letting out a light laugh, she would get closer to hear him better.

"yes az?"

"c-could I kiss you?" Azazel would ask weakly and somewhat embarrassed.

The awesome demon would give the divine being a warm and loving look "aww az. All you had to do was just ask~" slowly his face would begin to approach hers until finally joining in a warm and tender kiss. "Mmmmhhhh~ Mwah~"

"m-mmmmm j-justicemmmmghh~" the angel would close his eyes and enjoy the taste of her lips while his hands would explore her back marked with the scars of countless battles. "mmm~ mmhhhh~"

The demon would observe her friend with a tender smile, her hips still moving like pistons on his members while she kissed him as if he was her lover. The two would stay linked in this way for several minutes until eventually Azazal would break it. "a-ah j-justice~ i-I'm close~"

"hehehe me too angel boy~ are you ready to fill this demon?" she would say with a small wink, getting into the correct position and preparing to accelerate.

"a-ah Oooooh~ j-justice~" the angel would moan as soon as Justice began to accelerate the movement of her hips. each one more aggressive than the last and little by little pushing him more and more to his limit. "a-Ah j-justice n-I'm not going to be able to last much like this~"

"o-oh~ f-fuck~ mghhh" Justice moaned while moving his body rhythmically. "me too az~"

"o-oh~ mgghh~" the two would begin to moan rapidly as the demon moved. the two reaching more and more to their limits.

"a-are you ready to fill this bad little demon?"

"y-yes~" Azazel moaned lightly as he felt himself approaching his limit.

"huh? I didn't listen to you az~ what did you say?"

"i-I want..." the angel would murmur lightly to the demon's ears. "I-I want to cum inside you"

"Do you want to fill me with your seed?~" Justice moaned as he began to accelerate.

"Y-YES~"

"do you want mmhhh~ do you want to make me yours?" The demon would smile at the sensation of pleasure. her breasts bouncing in front of the angel's eyes as the two reached the end.

"YES JUSTICE~ I WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE~" the angel would shout as he felt his defenses fading quickly.

"J-JUSTICE~ I-I'M GOING TO-"

"DO IT AZ, FILL ME~" the demon would scream, falling once again on top of him and exploding in a climax so powerful that her moans would echo throughout the showers. "I'M CUMING" the two would scream starting to release their love juices. The angel's seed would quickly begin to fill the amazing demon's pussy.

"Ooohh~ god" az moaned as slowly he could feel his member softening in her insides. "t-that felt good~" the angel would slowly open his eyes and look at Justice, who was wearing a smile and her hand resting where her womb would be, feeling the sensation of his warm seed inside her.

"Wow~ I've needed that for a long time~" Justice would say, slowly fixing her hair while looking at Azazel. "And how was it?"

"divine~" the angel would say on the verge of fainting.

"Yes, hehe it wasn't bad" Justice would begin to get up, removing his flaccid member from her warm interior where small drops of his seed could be seen falling. "mmhh~ I see that modeus has given you some practice"

"Thank you" the angel would begin to slowly get up from the shower floor and compose himself.

"You still need a little practice but I think I can lend you a hand with that if you want~"

Azazel would let out a nervous laugh while scratching his head. "hehehhe y-yes sure...c-could be quite educational for m-my thesis hehehehe"

"oh~ and speaking about lending a hand" Azazel would notice that Justice had lowered her eyes, so when he lowered his gaze he would notice what the demon was looking at and it was his member hardening again. "I see your friend is recovering quickly~"

"o-oh s-sorry" the angel would say, somewhat nervous of having made a mistake  by not controling his own lust. }

"oh there's nothing wrong with that" the awesome demon would come closer to him and put a finger on the tip of his cock. "Do you want me to give you a hand?" Slowly the awesome demon would begin to approach the angel to steal a kiss.

"y-yes~" Justice's hand would take his member and the two would begin to close their eyes to give each other another passionate kiss. or at least that was what was planned...

Before they could do anything, the two would hear the sound of the door opening and people starting to enter the showers. "o-oh no" the angel would say nervously when she realized something. "I left my clothes outside"

"And mine too..." Justice would shrug his shoulders. "oops"

"We will get in trouble if they discover us" Azazel would start to shake with nerves.

"that wouldn't be convenient... I don't want to be kicked out of another gym for indecency" the demon would say casually while taking a look through the curtain to see how many people there were. "more people are coming..."

"How are we gonna get out of this?"

"Don't worry...I have an idea" Justice would say in a relaxed manner. "Follow me" Justice would prepare to leave with Azazel behind him. If they wanted to get out of this they were going to have to be subtle and careful.

That was the plan at least until by accident, the awesome demon slipped on a wet tile. "o-oh"The demon would grab the curtains of the shower wich would quickly get  torn off, in an attempt to gain balance  and she would fall forward, face to the ground and her butt in the air.

Everyone present would turn to see inside the shower, the awesome demon with her face on the floor, completely naked, butt in the air (and covered in Azazel's cum) and behind him a petrified Angel, also naked and with his cock hardened and covered in its own juices. "and-I e-eh" Azazel would be completely petrified in the place, not knowing what to do as she looked at all the mortals looking at them. "I-I can u-uh e-explain this y-you see i-I"

Justice would look at everyone present who was watching them and let out a sigh. "Well, at least it was worth it" And just like that, both Justice and azazel were kicked out from the gym.

to be continue...

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"Y-yes, just like that Azazel... you'r doing it very well" Justice would say betwen moans, sitting on the angel's face and enjoying the sensation of his tongue licking all her pussy.

Since the events at the gym, Justice and Azazel agreed to have new special training sessions to "work out" in their rooms. Although obviously it was nothing more than an excuse to have sex when they needed it.

In all this time they had together, Justice had taken the opportunity to teach Azazel one thing and another when it came to doing it. After all, who better to be a sex mentor than the awesome demon, she who had courted and seduced probably 99% of the population of hell, the one who even slept with Lucifer Morningstar herself and managed to satisfy each one of her needs.  

And so they started their training, this day, Justice was teaching Azazel some techniques on how to orally satisfy a lady, where to lick and touch to take them to the maximum pleasure... at first they started with something simple, the classic open legs to lick and now he was teaching him how to satisfy a lady if she sits on his face. "W-well, remember to get some air too, we don't want you to choke" Justice would say with a smile, moving her hips as she felt the angel move his tongue excitedly. "Not so fast Azazel, some girls might like you to be directly aggressive but others prefer that you start slow and slowly speed up"

"sorryhhh"

"no problem, it's a matter of what the girl likes okay? besides sometimes being aggressive can be a little bit painful, maybe we are demons thust resistant but that doesnt mean it cant hurt" Justice would say as she watched her student starting to slow down her movements and lick in a more calm and precise way.  

Modeus had done a good job of training him, teaching him different positions, techniques, etc. but he was far from perfect. Modeus had trained him to suit her needs, not how to treat ladies in general but more to suit her and her own tastes.

Azazel was very hasty and very quick to finish so she would have to work on that. "That's it...very good~ remember what I taught you about sensitive spots..."

"mmghhsimjbgtjjf" he would say as he began to move his tongue around her labia and began to touch the most sensitive spots.

"o-oh yes good boy" the demon would say as she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue. It would take some work but once it was done, this boy was going to be a master when it came to sex.  There was only one problem in a certain area and that was that Azazel was bottom and didn't have much guts to be aggressive and dominant...

Justice had talked about this topic to the girls after her first time with Az, at that moment Pandemonica said that she would be in charge of training Az to turn him into a more dominant person using Zdrada. The two demons agreed to share their two weeks so they would use them to teach the angel to be more aggressive and dominant while Justice would be in charge of refining all his general skills. "O-oh yeah Az~ keep it up~ you're doing a good job" Justice knew that Pandemonica and soft were not something that went together but she only hoped that the hellish secretary was easy on the innocent angel and did not scare him or break him.

"o-oh yeah good boy~ keep going like that...I like it" suddenly Justice would feel Azazel start eating her in a more motivated way. "o-oh Ah~ hehe~ thats the spirit az" the blind demon would say while taking her halo with one hand to hold on to something. "Ooooh y-yeah a-a little slower in that part~" She would say with a smile while she felt him lick her clitoris. "Some girls like you to be slow, others prefer it faster or more aggressive...I don't care so try as much as you want" The angel would continue his assault, giving her a small nod while his tongue continued working. "Good little angel~" Justice would say while letting Azazel do all the work.

The act would continue for several minutes until finally it would be Justice who would put an end to it. "okay az~ that's enough" she would say while giving her a signal to separate.

"b-but Miss Justice, you haven't cum yet" Azazel would say somewhat worried about having done something wrong. "did i do something wrong?"

"Oh nonono kiddo...it's just going to take more than eating my pussy to make this old demon cum" Justice would unbutton her shirt, letting her breasts out into the open. "You did a great job so i think you deserve a little reward, bring your friend over here"

Azazel would be momentarily mesmerized by the amazing demoness's bouncing breasts but would quickly snap out of it upon being called by the demoness. "O-oh y-yeah g-give me a minute" In a clumsy and hurried manner, the angel would approach the blind demoness with his member in hand until she was near her.

"Now...this is only something the most gifted girls in the breast department can do." Justice would position himself to be able to put his member between her breasts. "Did Momo do something like this with you?"

Azazel would slowly nod while letting out small moans at the feel of her breasts. "Y-yeah..."

"Mmmmm~ yes I imagine, Modeus is definitely the most gifted of all of us when it comes to those breasts, perhaps even more than Luci but never tell her that, understand? she could get really heated for such a comment" Azazel would nod, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of his member between her breasts. "Mmmh you like that Azzy?" Again, the angel would nod, his sensitive member trembling between the demoness's tits. 'Mmmhhh how can it be that such a young angel is packed with a monster like this' Justice would think to herself as she began to give little licks to the tip. "Mmmmm~ how are you doing? holding on?" Azazel would nod slowly while letting out soft moans.

"You have a nice package, but size isnt always the key, we have to focus on your stamina okay? But don't worry....Mommy Justice is going to teach you very well" the demoness would say as she began to speed up the movement of her breasts and suck his cock.

"O-OH J-JUSTICE~ FOR THE LORD~ A-AH~ A-AH~" Azazel could barely resist the assault of the amazing demoness, she was testing his entire being and seeing how far she could take him. "J-justice i-if you keep going like this I-I W-WON'T BE ABLE TO HOLD ON" The amazing demoness would smile and start giving him words of encouragement.

"COME ON AZZY~ TRY TO HOLD ON~ TRY TO HOLD ON AS LONG AS YOU CAN~ AFTER ALL WE'RE TRAINING YOUR ENDURANCE REMEMBER?" 

"I-I CAN'T CUMMMMMMMMMMING" azazel sould scream as white lines of cum began to cover Justice's face.

"wow that was quite the load az...youre a little bit of a quickshot but when you do, you shoot a fucking lot" the awesome demon would say as she removed his cock from her chest and began to clean herself.

"i-i im sorry justice i couldn't hold on" azazel would say with a dissapointed look on her face as she stare at the angel.

"Oh az, don't be like that, you did very well...it's nothing we can't fix with some practice..." azazel would say as he approached and hugged the sad angel. "don't worry...I'll help you improve" azazel would nod somewhat saddened by his inability to last long enough in the act. Justice would notice how down the angel was and would come up with an idea to improve her spirits. "Hey...how about we practice a little more huh? The girls haven't come back from shopping yet and Malina is too busy playing her video games to pay attention"

"You s-sure?" Azazel would ask shyly while looking at the angel.

"Yeah sure i have no problem..." slowly the amazing demoness would lean into Az's ear and whisper a few words. "Would you like to fuck my ass?" she would say maliciously with a smile on her face.

Azazel for his part would freeze, his face turning red, his head turning to look at the demoness to see if she was serious. What he would see would be something that would leave him speechless: The awesome demon, standing on all fours and with her ass in the air offering it to him. His member would rise again like a stone ready for one more round and how was he supposed to resist such an offer... silently the lustful angel would begin to pounce on the demoness for one more round...

"O-OH YEAH KIDDO, THAT'S THE SPIRIT...KEEP GOING~ KEEEP POUNDING MY AWESOME ASS" the awesome demon would moan, her body moving to the rhythm of Azazel's hips who only concentrated on fucking the her ass. "O-OH FUCK ME~ YOUR COCK IS AMAZING AZ~ KEEP GOING~" her buttocks would vibrate from the collisions of his hips while his penis entered the depths of her ass.

"O-OH J-JUSTICE I-I LOVE IT~ I-IT'S S-SO TIGHT~"

"OH~ YESSSSSS~ ITS BEEN SO FUCKING LONG~" the demoness and the angel would fuck wildly, without a care in the world. Without knowing that in reality, they were being watched through the keyhole.

"f-fuck they're really going at it" Malina, the sour demon would say as she spied on the two. "G-god I'm such an idiot" She would begin to slip her hand in her pants and fingerherself as she watch the two demons from the secrecy of the Keyhole. She felt like an idiot for saying that she didn't care about this whole Azazel thing when the girls began plotting who gets to be with az first...

now she was the only one in the house who wasn't going to get fucked by that behemoth of a cock and even if she asked the girls to let her join in the fun they would surely leave her for last and she refused to have to wait almost a whole month for her turn. "Stupid stupid stupid stupid" the demon would say as she inserted her fingers into her privacy and spied on the show. It really made her angry that she had been such an imbecile to ignore such an opportunity to get properly fucked by a perfect cock after so long. It had been weeks since the last time wich had been the Helltaker, he who fitted all the requirements to satisfy all her needs...it was the worst feeling of her life having the perfect man for her and then he suddenly and out of nowhere decided to ditch her. Malina felt like an idiot for letting herself get carried on like that...

In all honesty, before the whole gender reveal, She always saw Az as a skinny girl who is a decent partner for games but nothing more than that... she never saw him as his type, or someone she would fuck and never believe he could fill the whole the helltaker left but now after everything she witnessed and heard she felt like a fucking idiot. "f-fuck~ I want to be there~" She would say moving her hips while blushing. "I have to do something about this..."

Malina refused to be the only one in the house who wouldn't have a piece of the angel. I was going to have to do something about it...

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"Ah~ o-oh~ F-fuck yes dude....keep eating me up like that az~"

"MMmmmwaahh Slluuuurp~ SLLUUUUUUrp~MMMggMiss mmghhhJ-justice-MgghhhSluuuurp~" One could say that since it was her week, the awesome demon began to get a little daring with the "training" of her  new workout partner.

At first everything was contained in their own rooms but the blind demoness quickly took the opportunity to try out different places in the house and the best part was that the rest of the members of the house couldn't even raise a finger against her. After all, its was her week to do as she pleased with azazel.

"Mmmhhhh~ Sluuuurp~ Mmwahhh Sluuurp~" The innocent angel was completely flustered as he ate out the demon's pussy, looking from side to side in search of any of the other members of the house, terrified at the tought of being caught in the middle of this depraved act.  "Miss Justice..." he would say separating his lips from her pussy, her mouth soaked in a mixture of the demon's juices and his own saliva as she looked up to see her training partner. "A-are you sure we should practice here? What will happen if someone sees us?"

Justice would giggle as she saw that, despite not being so "innocent" anymore, the young angel was still just as sweet, shy and tender. "Don't worry kiddo...if someone comes I'll be alert" she would say lowering her glasses and showing her silver eyes to the angel. "I may not be able to see but I have a very good sense of hearing" she would say as she gave a small glance at the stairs, seeing something the angel couldn't see. But even so, Azazel still had his doubts but would decide to trust his mentor. "Now...how about we move on to the next part?"  The awesome demon would get up from the counter, turning around and lowering her pants to show her enormous ass and rest her chest against the counter. "Which hole would you like to choose today?"

Azazel wouldn't hesitate to choose, pulling down his pants to pull out his huge spear and instantly sticking it against her ass. "A-AH O-OH S-SO TIGHT"

"F-FUUUCK Y-YEAH THATS THE STUFF" Justice would moan loudly, something that could be heard throughout the entire house but it's not like the other demons could complain either. "Hehehe one taste of this amazing ass and you can't stop fucking it, can't you Az?" Justice would turm to look at the angel, biting her lips as she felt the clash of their bodies as he moved his hips, his cock shoving deeper and deeper into her ass as it tear it open.

"I-I love it miss justice, i-it's so tight~" the angel couldn't help but salivate as he felt his cock being crushed between her fleshy walls, squeezing his member so he could taste his seed inside her. "I-it's so good~"

PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT 

"DAMN RIGHT IT IS~" Justice would say with a small laugh, holding on to the counter while the angel began to destroy her ass with his divine cock.

They were only halfway through the week and Azazel already progressed a lot from when he began, his stamina had increased exponentially, his skills were polished, he now knew where to touch and how to in order to make a girl feel the most pleasure. Hell, Justice could even say that he was close to gaining the title of a sexual expert... the only thing missing, the one thing that hold him back, was his shiness and how to learn to be dominant.

"F-FUUUUCK FUCK YEAH~ KEEP GOING AT IT KIDDO~ FUCK ME MERCILESS~ POUND MY AWESOME ASS" Justice would howl as she began moving her hips, helping the angel with his thrusts by moving at his rythm.

"o-oh god~ m-miss justice~ mmggh~ o-oh~ this feels so good~ i love it~" azazel would moan, blushing red as his hips moved on his own, letting themselves run wild with desire as he continued pounding her ass.

"Y-YOU LOVE MY ASS?" Justice would ask with a giggle, knowing full well the answer but still liking to hear angel say it.

"G-G-GOD YES" the angel would moan, speeding up his hips.

"HEHE~ A-AH~ YOU LOVE FUCKING ME, DONT YOU ANGEL BOY?" justice would say with a mischievous smile on her lips as she enjoyed how the angel was ravaging her.

"YES JUSTICE, I LOVE IT" the angel would scream, his mind caught in the moment not realizing what was coming out of his mouth as he was simply letting himself get carried away by the moment while fucking the amazing demon non-stop... Justice was just joking a little with the boy, after all she liked to see the cute reactions he made while fucking. "J-JUSTICE I-I'M" 

"KEEP GOING...I WANT IT ALL INSIDE"

The angel's stamina would begin to fail, his movements becoming rough as he began to approach his climax. "J-JUSTICE" Azazel would howl, giving one last powerful thrust into her ass.

"F-FUCK YEEEES~" Justice would moan, biting her lip at the sensation of her rear entrance filling with the angel's warm seed. "Ooooooooo~ oh yes~ thats the stuff~" the awesome demon would moan, turning around to face the angel, pressed against her back and moaning innocently as he emptied his balls into her.

Azazel always looked so cute when they fucked, letting out tender moans and making adorable faces when he came as if it was its first time...it was so innocent that it honestly turned her on so much. "hehe...how was my ass?"

Azazel, for his part, was completely dazed, his mind utterly fried. He clung to the demon's back, trying to catch his breath, his face flushed and his tongue hanging out as he stared blankly at the ceiling. "divine" he would say with a lustful smile as his cock finished releasing all its cream.

"Do you have energy for more?" Justice would ask an obvious question, feeling his member harden inside ass.

"y-yes" Azazel would whisper, separating himself from her back, removing his member from his shaft and looking at Justice with eagerness and desire.

Azazel had already tried the apple, not once or twice but dozens of times and now he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. If before there was a possibility of redemption for the corrupted angel, that door long closed of for him as he began to enjoy the carnal pleasures. he didnt knew it yet but her path to damnation had already began and it was to late to back away now.

"hehe~ that's the spirit Az~" the awesome demon would get up from the counter, turning around and climbing on it to spread her legs, showing off her soaking wet pussy to the angel's eyes. "now come here and give me some sugar~" she would as she grabbed the little cross bow on her uniform, pulling him closer and capturing him in a passionate kiss while they went back to fucking like rabbits in the kitchen.

"f-fuck they're still going at it" Although Azazel didn't know it, Justice knew very well that their little show was being watched by someone...

Malina sat on the stairs to the second floor of the house, secretly watching as the two of them fucked like animals and it was turning her on so much. "f-fuck~ I want him to fuck me with that big cock so bad~ mmghh~" the sour demon would cover her mouth with her hand, silencing her moans, shoving her fingers inside her honey pot as she watched the two of them fuck nonstop. "MMmm~ Mmggh~" she could feel her entrance, soaking her hands as she watched that angelic cock entering and leaving the privacy of the awesome demon.

She wished, no...she longed to trade places with the awesome demon, to be able to suck that monstrous cock, to feel his seed go down her throat, to be able to ride him and have him split her in two."f-fuck~ mghhh~" Malina felt herself cumming for the tenth time, soaking her hand and staining the floor as she fantasized about being taken by the angel and fucked in such a beastly way.

"I-I can't take this anymore..." she would say, looking at her hand stained with her juices. "I-I can't take it anymore..." despite having masturbated dozens of times, her hunger was not satiatedand her desire to have a taste for that big cock of his only got worse. There was only one way to solve this...no matter what, tonight she was going to have that cock all to herself.

"Mmh~ mhhh~ mhhh~" When midnight came, most of the members of the house lay sleeping peacefully and others were busy with their nightly activities: PPandemonica was busy with her hellish job that forced her to stay up until dawn just to finish a single day of work. Malina usually spent the night playing games until she got bored, tired, or simply passed out drunk (or so Azazel thought). Finally, the other member of the house who remained awake was Azazel, and for a simple reason: to wait until everyone was either asleep or too busy to notice so he could leave his room and head to Justice's room for another training session, humming a somewhat excited melody as he anticipated spending more time with her.

The angel was ready to spend another night of fun with the amazing demon—or at least, that was the plan.

"Mmm~ Mmmh~ mh-UGHK," Azazel let out a small squeal as he felt someone grab him by his pajamas and pull him into the room. His brain didn’t have time to process what was happening, and before he knew it, he found himself cornered against a wall by the bitter demon, Malina, in his own room.

Thanks to the strong smell of alcohol on her, he could easily tell her mind was clouded by the dozens of bottles of vodka she’d apparently consumed.

"M-MISS MALI-" Before he could finish saying her name, the bitter demon pressed her finger against his lips.

"Listen here, you little shit... I've endured weeks of watching you fuck Modeus and Justice..." Azazel’s eyes widened in horror upon realizing he’d been discovered by another member of the house. "AND I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" The alcoholic demon screamed, hurling the bottle she was holding against the wall in frustration. She then turned around, grabbed the angel by his uniform, and shook him violently.

"I CAN’T EVEN SLEEP PEACEFULLY ANYMORE BECAUSE OF ALL THE FUCKING YOU DO AROUND THE HOUSE!"

Azazel, for his part, was blushing furiously—not just because he had been caught (although that played a part), but because his sinful acts had caused discomfort to one of his friends.

"MASTURBATING DOESN'T EVEN HELP ANYMORE" Malina exclaimed in frustration, glaring at the angel. "You..." she said softly, her voice simmering with anger and an unsettling intensity as she pointed her finger at him with an accusatory manner.

"M-me?" Azazel stammered, barely able to speak before the demon suddenly threw him onto her bed, which was littered with empty vodka bottles.

"Yes, you... you horny fuck..." Azazel watched as the demon grabbed another half-empty bottle, downed it in one gulp, and tossed it aside with reckless abandon. "Its your fault that im like this..."

"The bitter demon would ask... being so drunk she clearly wasn't thinking clearly about what she was doing. Her original plan so seeing that she would accept so willingly threw her into a momentary loop. "o-ok..." she would say getting off the angel and standing next to him. "w-well" Azazel would compose himself and approach his playmate ready to start helping her. "w-what would you want me to do?"

Malina, blushing slightly from the drunkenness, swayed a little from side to side. Slowly, she placed her hands on her chest and, with one swift motion, unbuttoned her red dress and shirt, causing all the buttons to scatter across the floor as her breasts bounced freely in the air, completely exposed for Azazel's Eyes.

The angel's jaw dropped at the sight of the bitter demon's bouncing tits swaying before his eyes as she approached. Maybe they weren’t on the same level as Modeus' in terms of size compared to the other girls, but Malina was definitely in the top three members of this house with the best tits. Just watching them swing made his manhood press uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, wishing to be free from its confinement as the demon moved closer.

"So you’re the one who’s going to fix it," she said, pushing Azazel onto the bed and climbing on top of him. "Understood?"

Azazel for his part was completely speechless. The situation moved so quickly he couldn’t process what was happening. One second, he was casually walking down the hallway to have her usual training with Justice, and now he was lying on a bed with Malina on top of him.

Yet, despite the shock of the current events, the guilt began to creep into his heart. His indecent actions with Modeus and Justice had left his best friend in this state—unable to rest and clearly not having a good time. It was his fault that she was in such state. "..." He had caused this, and the right thing to do was to help her with the problem he had created. Slowly, he nodded, his expression softening with regret as he looked at Malina. "It’s okay, Miss Malina... I’ll help you with your problem."

In an instant, Malina froze, her movements halting completely. Her drunken blush gave way to a deep flush of embarrassment as her face stiffened in shock. "O-oh really?" she stammered.

In her drunken state, she clearly wasn’t thinking straight. her original plan for this situation was to take the angel by force since it was expected that she would refuse (something that she would never do in a thousand years being sober) but now, hearing him agree so readily left her momentarily stunned—a scenario she never would have imagined, thinking azazel would shy away from such an idea. "O-okay..." she murmured, climbing off him and standing awkwardly by the bed not knowing how to continue the situation. "W-well..."

Azazel sat up, collecting himself. Despite his nervousness, he resolved to help her friend. He turned toward her with a determined expression. "W-what would you like me to do?" The angel would ask in such a cassual manner about such an indecent subject that it would be quite a surprise for the demon.

Malina took a moment to compose herself, looking away, unable to believe what she was about to say.. "W-well... could you eat my pussy?" she asked, somewhat embarrassed as her face turned red from blushing. The sour demon almost expected Azazel to have a similar reaction to her, but instead, he simply smiled. His starry eyes and innocent white grin beamed with sincerity.

"Sure," he replied so casually as he stare at Malina with a cute smile.

Once again, Malina was taken aback by the angel's eagerness. "S-shit... okay," she muttered, standing up from the bed and starting to unbutton her pants while Azazel waited patiently. It didn’t take long for her black pants to fall to the floor, leaving her in her unbuttoned shirt, dress, and panties, which were visibly soaked by her juices.

"J-just let me get comfortable..." she said as she climbed back onto the bed, beginning to remove the last of her underwear.

Azazel remained seated, waiting with an innocent smile. A few weeks ago, according to Modeus, Azazel could barely handle seeing a hint of exposed skin without melting into a flustered mess. However, after spending two weeks with two of the most horny girls in the house, the angel had become almost desensitized to sex. he still flustered or got a little shy about it but barely.

"Do you need help?" Azazel asked as he tried to help Malina, only to get rejected by the tsundere demon.

"N-no! Shut up and wait, i can do it myself..." The demon would growl as she struggle to remove her panties. It took her a few tries, thanks to the vodka clouding her coordination, but she eventually managed to pull off her underwear and toss it aside.

Malina would avert her grumpy, embarrassed gaze to the side while she spread her legs, revealing the pink folds of her pussy to the angel. There it was, her most intimate area, her womanhood, completely soaked, with most of it covered by a small patch of ash-colored bush of hair.

"So... what are you waiting for?" Malina growled, her voice filled with impatience as she waited for him to start. "Get to work."

"O-oh yeah, sorry," Azazel replied, climbing onto the bed and moving closer to her. 'Okay, Azazel, remember what Modeus and Justice taught you'.

The sour demon watched the divine being as he brought his lips closer to her most sensitive area, letting his tongue slide out from his lips to begin his task. A slight shiver ran through her body in anticipation, and then, finally, the sensation she had been craving—the angel's tongue made contact with her delicate flesh.

"OOOOOOooooooooohh~ Mmmmmmmm~" Malina moaned loudly, her voice a mixture of relief and joy as she felt the familiar sensation of a tongue teasing her core. It had been far too long since she had experienced this kind of attention for her liking.  Azazel pressed his lips against her, his tongue beginning its careful exploration, flicking along the outside of her folds while his hands gripped her thighs to steady her.

"A-ah, o-oh yeah... Mmmmmm~ Fuck, yes~ I missed this~" Malina moaned, her voice breaking as her hand instinctively reached down to tangle in the angel's dark hair.

Azazel started slow, his tongue running up and down her sensitive lower lips, tasting the salty juices she was releasing as he warmed him up. Occasionally, he paused to plant soft kisses, earning even louder moans from the demon. "Sluuuuuurp~ sluuuuurp~ Mmmghh~"

"O-oh yes, Azazel... keep going like that," she murmured, trying to sound authoritative, but the angel could tell it was more of a plea than an order, she was definitevely enjoying this moment. 'Oh, how much I needed this' she thought as she began to relax, her body melting into the bed while she hold the sheets. The angel's every movement sent electric shocks of pleasure through her, his actions precise and deliberate as if he had memorized the exact spots that would make her melt.

"Fucking hell, Az~ K-keep going~ Fuuuck~ MMMMMmmmmm~"

"SLUUUUUURP~ SLUUUUURP~ SLUUUURP~ SLUUUUUURP~" The angel smiled innocently, his lips and tongue now working with more fervor. His fingers findg her clit, and beginning to massage it gently, adding to the storm of sensations building within Malina.

"o-oh f-fuck y-yes what a tongue" she muttered under her breath, her lips curling into a smirk of pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets as her body shuddered. 'What the fuck did Modeus and Justice taught him to be this good' she thought with hazy admiration as she let out a lusful moan as her folds get licked.

She would begin tp feel how the angel began to accelerate the movements of his tongue, beginning to introduce in her insides and causing her to turn on like never before. 'f-fuck h-he knows very well how to touch me~ i-it's so good' 

The heat in her core grew unbearable, her entire body tingling with anticipation. "F-F-Fuck, Azazel! K-keep going~ Y-you're eating me up so good~" she moaned loudly, completely giving in to the sensations overwhelming her while her juices flowed freely as she felt the tension building, every touch of Azazel's tongue pushing her closer to the edge.

"O-OH AZAZEL~ Y-YES~ YES~ KEEP GOING~ I-I'M CLOSE~ KEEP GOING~" Malina cried, her voice breaking with raw emotion. Her flushed face betrayed the storm of lust and alcohol coursing through her. Reaching down, she grabbed the angel's glowing halo, pulling his face closer to her throbbing core. She raised her hips, grinding against his mouth in rhythm with his movements.

"KEEP GOING LIKE THAT~ O-OH F-FUCK, KEEP GOING~" she gasped between desperate moans, her hips moving faster as she approached her climax. Her thoughts were a frantic mess. What the hell did Justice and Modeus teach him?

Azazel worked with a newfound fervor, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to push the demon over the edge. Malina's entire body quaked, her breath hitching as her orgasm approached.

"F-fuck, Az~ S-SO GOOD~ O-OH FUCK~ I-I'M GONNA CUM, AZ~"

With one final, aggressive flick of his tongue, he sent her tumbling over the edge.

"F-FUUUUUUUCKK~" Malina screamed as the waves of her climax crashed over her, her body trembling uncontrollably with release.

The sour demon let out a loud, mighty moan as she raised her hips into the air, pushing her pussy against the angel's mouth as she came, releasing her salty juices onto Azazel's lips as he eagerly drank them with relish.

"Mmmmmm~"

The two remained in that position for the duration of their climax, as if they were statues, until the demon finally finished cumming and collapsed onto the bed, breathing rapidly with a smile on her face.

"And how was it, Miss Malina? Are you feeling better?" Azazel asked, his tone gentle as he checked on his friend to make sure she was okay.

"Amazing... fucking amazing," she said, somewhat embarrassed as she covered her eyes with her arm to hide her face to not show the face she was making. "B-but it's not enough," the sour demon murmured as she slowly got up from the bed.

"Take off your pants and lie down here," she commanded, patting the bed while looking at him seriously. She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. She had this night with Azazel to herself, and she wasn’t going to let it slip away.

The angel didn’t question the demon, eager to help her with the affliction that his lust had caused her.

To do so, he got up from the bed and quickly began to remove his pajamas until he was completely naked, covering his modesty with nothing but his hands. Despite having slept with two beauties and eaten a demon, the angel still retained his shy demeanor when it came to his own masculinity. Centuries of being taught by heaven that he should be ashamed of his own masculinity were not going to disappear in just two weeks of fucking. it was going to take some time till the angel was finally confortable with himself.

Malina moved on top of him, watching as the angel lay down on her bed, completely exposed before her eyes. "F-fuck, I'm already getting wet, and we haven't even started yet," the demon thought, anticipation building as she waited for the revelation of the monster that had satisfied both the lustful demon and the former high prosecutor.

"I-if his cock is as good as they say, and he knows how to use it as well as his tongue..." The mere thought caused a few drops of her juices to escape her dripping pussy. 'okay, take your hands off now.' she would order as she saw how the angel continued to hide his manhood.

Azazel slowly moved his hands, revealing his hardened member, which stood tall and left the sour demon completely speechless. ' B-by the seven circles... i-it's monstrous' she muttered, blushing slightly, though she tried to act as if it didn’t affect her by hidding it behind her usual grumpy face. "I-it's as big as Taker’s... or maybe even bigger." Unfortunately, she had no way to compare it for a clear answer, but that didn’t matter.

"Don’t move," the blushing demon ordered, getting up on the bed and positioning herself right above the angel, aiming her soaked entrance towards the tip of his shaft member.

"Here I go, Azazel," she said, giving the angel a look. He nodded to let her know he was ready.

"lets see..." The demon began to slowly lower herself onto his body, bringing one hand to her crotch and using her fingers to part her lips in preparation for his entrance. "come on..." Malina couldn’t help but bite her lip in anticipation, her excitement growing with each passing second as she waited to feel the angel’s spear splitting her in two. It had been so long, and the wait was almost unbearable. 

After a few moments, Malina felt something sharp and hard pressing against her entrance. "M-Mmmgh~" She paused, closing her eyes to savor the moment and readying herself for what was to come. 

Malina released all her weight, dropping in the blink of an eye onto the angel's cock, taking its entire length in a single motion. For a moment, the demon's pupils dilated, the air was forced from her lungs, and her body froze from the shock of feeling her fleshy walls stretched apart once again.

Malina remained paralyzed briefly, ignoring the moans of the angel, who was relishing the warmth of her body, until she finally reacted.

"O-OOOOOOOOoooooooohhh~ F-FUCK!" the demon cried out in a powerful moan, feeling her insides split apart by the angel's enormous shaft.

'S-SHIT, I-IT'S SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD~' she thought, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. Malina stayed momentarily in shock, her body struggling to process the overwhelming feeling of being filled by such a massive cock after so long.

Her tongue began to hang out of her mouth, her breathing quickened, and her face flushed a deep red.

"S-SHIT~ S-SO B-BIG~" she stammered, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and disbelief.

She needed a moment to regain her composure, resting her hands on Azazel's chest as she attempted to steady herself and adjust to his impressive size—a challenge due to both his length and thickness.

Azazel, noticing her reaction and how she was behaving, looked at her with concern.

"Miss Malina, are you okay?"

"Y-yes, yes... shut up..." Malina let out a soft moan, adjusting herself and beginning to settle into position.

"It's just been a while since I last did this... just give me a minute."

Azazel nodded slightly, still somewhat worried for his friend. However, his concern began to fade when he saw Malina starting to adjust herself.

"Here I go, okay?" she said, lightly moving her hips. Moans escaped her lips as her body rose and fell on his member.

"F-fuck~" Malina closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of having a nice cock inside her.

"Mmmhhh~"

"O-oh, M-Miss Malina~" Azazel stammered, blushing as he instinctively reached out his hands to grab her hips, only to be stopped by the demon.

"N-no touching... I-I'm in charge, okay?" she ordered firmly.

The angel quickly pulled his hands back, letting the demon take the lead.

"Mmghhh~ O-oh~ F-fuck..."

She could feel his full size rubbing against her inner walls, reaching deeper and deeper with each movement of her hips.

'F-fuck, t-this is so good~ I n-needed this so much~' Malina thought, trying to hide how much she was enjoying the moment behind her usual grumpy but blushing expression.

"A-Aah, M-Miss Malina, i-it feels s-so good~," the angel blushed as he stared at the demonic beauty, hopping on his shaft as it delved deeper into her insides. He could feel her warm walls rubbing against his member, stimulating him and pushing him closer to his climax little by little.

"F-fuck~ a-ah~ Mmgghh~ o-oh y-yes~" Malina lightly bit her lip, relishing the sensation of her insides being filled by his member. Slowly, she began to speed up the movement of her hips, wanting to feel his manhood reach the deepest corners of her womanhood.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, accompanied by their intensifying moans as her movements quickened.

"F-f-fuuuuuuuuck~ a-ah~ o-oh~ oh~ Mmgghhh~ a-ah~" Malina, for her part, was finding it increasingly difficult to hide her true feelings behind her usual tomboyish facade. Each thrust drew unrestrained moans from her lips, and her face struggled to mask the overwhelming pleasure that was taking hold of her as she rode the divine beings's cock.

"MMmmmggg~ f-fuck~ fuck~ ughhh~ f-fucking hell~"

"M-Miss Malina... i-it feels so good~ a-ah~ mmghh~ it feels so good~," Azazel moaned, his voice trembling. He could barely contain himself as her pussy squeezed his cock, the sensation pushing him closer and closer to his climax.

'F-FUCK~ I-IT FEELS S-SO GOOD~ I-IM NOT GOING TO HOLD ON TOO LONG!' Malina blushed deeply, quickening her pace to extract every ounce of pleasure from the angel and draw out all his seed 'F-FUCK~ A-AZAZEL~ F-FUCK, Y-YOUR COCK FEELS TOO GOOD~ W-WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE SUCH A FUCKING GOOD COCK?' The demon cursed to herself as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, moving her hips like a piston, grinding the angel's cock with each movement. ' F-FUCK~ O-OH~ O-OH~ F-FUUUUCK~ W-WHY THE FUCK DOES IT FEEL SO GOOD?~'

Malina couldn't help but smile as she began to move faster. "S-SHIT, I-I THINK I'M CUMMING, AZAZEL~" she moaned, lowering her gaze to the flustered angel beneath her, his face completely flushed as his member trembled inside her.

"M-Me too, Miss Malina~" Azazel responded, his voice tinged with shyness and pleasure.

Malina blushed even deeper at the sight of the angel's expression—a mixture of innocent sweetness and raw lust—as he released his tender, melodic moans. His adorably innocent aura left her both embarrassed and charmed, though she refused to let it show. "F-Fuck..." she whispered, averting her gaze from his, her hips continuing to move with increasing intensity. "f-fine... you can touch a little~"

Azazel's eyes widened, his cheeks glowing redder from her request. But in an instant, he rised from the bed, reaching out and taking hold of Malina's Melons. He began to grope them aggresively before leaning in and start to suck them off.

"F-FUUUUUUUUUUCK~" Malina howled, her voice breaking as the angel’s tongue and lips aggressively sucked her sensitive peaks. "F-FUCK, AZAZEL~ H-HOLY SHIT!"

This was the last straw that broke the camelles back. Her carefully maintained facade of crumbled, giving way to unrestrained, powerful moans and an expression of sheer ecstasy and lust. She could feel his thick, throbbing member reaching every inch of her insides with each thrust, the heat building within her almost unbearable.

"F-FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AZAZEL~ I-I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE!" The two of them pushed toward their peak, their movements becoming faster and more frantic as they teetered on the edge of release. "A-AZ, I-I'M G-G-GOING TO-"

"M-MISS MALINA, M-ME TOO!"

Malina raised her hips one final time before slamming down, taking his cock to the deepest parts of her body. His member delve into the deepest parts of her pussy, pressing his tip against the most sensitive spot of her insides, sending waves of electricity through her and pushing her over the edge, making her cum in the spot.

"F-FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, C-CUMMMING!~" The sour demon howl to the heavens with all the air of her lugs, her voice echoing through the house—no doubt audible to any of the members of the house.

As she reached her climax, she felt Azazel's cock twitch violently, unleashing a hot, thick torrent of his seed deep inside her womb, beginning to fill her completely.

"S-So g-good~ s-so hot~" Azazel murmured, blushing as he clung to the demon in a tight hug. Malina responded in kind, collapsing onto the bed in exhaustion while pulling him closer to keep them as connected as possible. They stayed locked together for what felt like an eternity, with Malina ensuring his manhood remained buried inside her.

"F-fuck~"

"h-how was iit, Miss Malina?" the angel asked softly, his concern for her well-being still evident despite his bashfulness.

"Divine~" the sour demon whispered, her expression blissfully dazed, a dreamy smile spread across her face.

For several minutes, the two lay entwined, catching their breath as they basked in each other's warmth.  Eventually, Malina began to recover, the haze of excitement dissipating. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly sat up, breaking the intimate connectionof the two. "F-fucking hell~ i needed that so badly~" she admitted, her voice shaky, her cheeks glowing crimson as she moved away from him. With the motion, his softening member slipped free, and her womanhood began to drip with the angel's seed.

For a moment, Malina hesitated, struggling to voice her thoughts. It was unclear whether it was due to nerves or sheer embarrassment. Finally, she took a deep breath and managed to speak. "...T-Thank you..." she muttered, her gaze fixed downward, unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth. "F-For helping me with my problem."

Azazel offered her a gentle smile, his own modesty making him look away as he replied. "Y-You don’t have to thank me, Malina. That’s what friends are for."

The bitter demon glanced away, clearly flustered, unable to meet his eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she began to stammer. "Y-You know... i-if you want, you could... h-help me from time to time with my—"

"Well, well... what do we have here?"

Both Azazel and Malina froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the third voice. Their eyes widened in horror as they saw the very last person they wanted to witness this moment standing at the door.

"I see you were having some fun..." The amazing demon Justice stood there, her arms crossed and her expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

"JUSTICE?!" The angel and the demon screamed in unison, their voices echoing through the room as they realized just how much trouble they were in.

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Zofia Zmora x Ula Usterka

It is said that wraiths need to feed on strong emotions in order to grow stronger. Emotions such as fear, suffering, pain, and despair... A wraith lives to cause suffering and pain; they need it to survive and grow stronger.

"U-Ula~ A-AH~ Mmmmh~" In the deepest corners of the tunnels, the echoes of moans and the sounds of flesh colliding against each other could be heard.

"Z-Zmora~ A-ah~ Mmmh~ I-it feels so good~" Joined together as one, lay Zmora and Ula, the powerful dynamic duo that kept these tunnels standing against any paranormal entity that crossed their path. Now undress and with their naked bodies pressed together, rubbing against one another, with Zmora sitting on Ula's member, moving her body rhythmically as her hands surrounded and hold onto his body.

"F-fuck~ I-it feels so good~ g-go on~ Mmmmmm~" Ula moaned, her face pressing between the ghost's soft breasts, eyes closed and enjoying their warmth. Her arms wrapped tightly around Zmora’s hips as the ghost jump and fell on top of his manhood.

Weeks had passed since the events that made them a team, and time had only brought them closer and made them more powerful, not only as a team but as compannions. It was said that ghosts needed powerful negative emotions to increase their power, but this was far from the truth. As long as it was a truly powerful emotion, it could increase a spirit's potential—whether positive or negative. And that emotion was one that only the two of them shared... love. this, this was the way the two of them show off their love for each other, hidding away in the deepest parts of the tunnels where noone would find them and enjoy each other.

"U-ula~ MMGHHW~ God, why do you have such a good cock~" the ghost moaned, her face flushed as she felt her partner's member stretching her insides, her soft bioluminescent hair swaying with the rhythm of her body. Bitting her lips with a smile as she moved her hips.

"F-fuck~ Mmmmggg~" Ula groaned, her face nestled between Zmora's glowing breasts, lost in the sensations.

"O-ooooh~ U-ula~ f-fuck~ Mmgghh~ f-feels so fucking good~"

The human could feel how the inner walls of her beloved ghost clenched and squeezed around his manhood, causing im to growl in pleasure. She reveled in the exquisite sensation of Zmora’s body, the soft feeling of his face resting in her her partner’s exquiste breasts as the passion of the moment intensified .

"Z-ZMORA, I-I'M CLOSE~" the tunneler moaned, taking hold of the ghost's exquisite ass and starting to move her faster in rhythm with Zmora to heighten the pleasure of the moment.

"M-me too, U-Ula," the ghost replied, her voice tinged with embarrassment as she continued her rhythmic movements, her pace quickening as the two neared their climax."O-OH, U-ULA~ F-FUCK, I-IT FEELS SO GOOD~ F-FUCK~"

The tunnel runner gazed at her beloved ghost, watching in awe as Zmora's body began to emit a faint, crackling electricity. Her glowing eyes shone like radiant beacons, her movements growing faster and more intense as she fed on the energies of the moment, her power steadily increasing

"Z-ZMORA?" Ula called out, her voice wavering, observing the ghost's form becoming more luminous, seemingly transforming as she absorbed the shared passion between them. All around them, metallic objects started to lift into the air, drawn by the growing energy field generated by their friction. The magnetic pull intensified as Zmora's pace became almost frantic, her acceleration unstoppable. "Z-ZMORA, Y-YOU'RE GOING TOO F-FAST~ I-I WON'T BE ABLE TO HOLD ON~"

Ula tried to warn her, but his words faltered, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through him while he attempted to resist the urge to cum. both their cries mixed with the sound of crackling electricity, filling the air as Zmora's power surged to new heights, the moment building toward an explosive climax.

The human called her name, but the ghost did not respond, caught in her own trance of pleasure and desire. Her hips moved on their own at an incredible speed that even him couldnt match, and her entire body began to glow with an intense light. Suddenly, the ghost erupted in an electrical explosion, transforming into a pure being of electricity and passion.  "ZMORA?! Y-You're G-GOING~ A-AH~ T-T-Too F-Fast~ I-I'M NOT GONNA HOLD ON! G-G-Go S-slower~ O-OH P-PLEASE~"

Ula had only seen Zmora like this once before, during the time she became enraged After beating both her and Nikita together. Now, driven by pure desire and passion, the ghost ascended to a new level of power, illuminating the entire tunnel with her radiant presence and sending waves of energy throughout the labyrinthic structure.

"U-ULA~" The ghost would moan, even though her light was almost blinding, they could still recognize her figure and blushing face, hungry for more.

"Z-ZMORA~ A-AH~" Despite emanating so much energy that Ula should have been incinerated, the tunnel runner felt no harm. Instead, Zmora’s arms slowly wrapped around her lover's neck.

"U-ULA~ I-I-I~" despite moving at enormous speed, they could notice how she had difficulties saying what she wanted to say. "I-I~ Y-Y-You~"

The electric spirit leaned closer, her lips approaching her beloved tunneler's. Lacking the courage to confess with words, Zmora decided to act instead. Taking Ula by surprise, as the ghost of pure energy pressed her lips against hers, sending a harmless yet exhilarating electric current through his entire body.

"MMMMMMMMMMPHHHH~" UUla couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, her arms wrapping tightly around Zmora in a passionate embrace as she felt himself reaching her climax. o close together, Zmora began to move faster, determined to bring them both to their peak. The accumulated electrical energy became dangerously potent, filling the tunnel with an overwhelming intensity that would had killed anyone but still, despite this Ula found himself unharmed, ignoring the dangerous enviroment that zmora was creating with her sheer power.

Though they couldn’t speak, their gazes locked, conveying everything they needed to say.

'U-Ula.'

'Z-Zmora.'

Their thoughts mirrored each other as they confessed to the other their true feelings with three single words: 'I love you.'

Clinging fiercely to one another, they reached their limit together. In a powerful, explosive climax, Zmora unleashed an immense surge of electricity throughout the labyrinth of tunnels, momentarily illuminating and energizing the entire structure. It was an event unlike anything ever seen before in this line of work.

The electric spirit, fueled by their love, reached a level of power unmatched by any other specter in the tunnels. Ula, in turn, felt the ghost’s energy coursing through him, amplifying the pleasure to an intensity he had never experienced. "MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH~ Z-ZMORA~ MMMMPH~"

"U-ULA~ F-FUCK~"

Finally, the two collapsed into blissful exhaustion. Zmora's glow dimmed, and her form returned to normal. A satisfied smile spread across her lips, her glasses missing—perhaps blown away in the electrical explosion. Her flushed face glowed with a mixture of exhaustion and happiness.

"W-wow... t-that was amazing," the ghost whispered into Ula's ear, resting her chin on her partner's shoulder as she caught her breath. Savoring the warm sensation of his seed inside her ghostly womb.

"..."

Despite the intensity of their climax, Zmora felt an insatiable hunger for more. She had experienced a new level of power and pleasure, and she knew her partner would want more too.

"Are you still up for one more round, Ula?" she asked with a playful smile, resting on her lover's shoulder.

"...a-ah~"

The response was barely coherent—a mixture of sounds and faint murmurs.

"Ula?"

Zmora sat up, her playful demeanor shifting to concern as she noticed the state of her partner. To her surprise, Ula was completely charred. His uniform was singed and dust-covered, his body adorned with light burn marks, and wisps of smoke emanated from his frame. But despite his state, to Zmora's relief, Ula was alive—more alive than ever, judging by the dazed, blissful smile plastered on his face. Her flushed cheeks, dust-streaked skin, and disheveled uniform told a story of utter satisfaction. Her cap had likely flown off during the explosion of energy, and her hair stood on end, crackling with residual electricity like a living lightning rod.

In all honesty, she resembled more of a porcupine that got struck by lightning.

"i think i might have gone to far.." Zmora muttered, her voice tinged with worry as she gently nudged her partner, waiting for a response.

Cutwire 1 & 2 x Ula Usterka

"Sluuuuuuuuurp~ Sluuuuurp~ Mmmph~"

The wet, slurping sounds echoed throughout the tunnels, accompanied by the moans of the new tunneler. Ula Urstaka, after another victorious encounter against the twin specters known as Cutwire 1 and 2, stood savoring the spoils of her victory. His pants and boxers lay crumpled on the ground and his manhood standing proud as the twin ghosts lavished him with attention. "M-Mmmmm~ F-Fuck... g-girls~ i-it feels so good~"

The young human bit his lip, lost in the warmth of their ghostly tongues gliding along his entire length. The two ghosts knelt before him, gazing at the human with eyes filled with desire, eager to please him as part of his reward for yet another triumph. Originally, Ula had only offered them kisses as their reward, but that had grown stale. The ghostly women had since sought more intimate ways to express their gratitude, leading to this—a double fellatio from the two specters.

"SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP~ SLUUUUUUUUUUUURP SLUUUUUUUUURP~"

The twin ghosts were meticulous, their bioluminescent tongues tracing every inch of his cock, coating it in slick ectoplasm with each deliberate movement. Finally, Cutwire 1 was the first to pull away, her lips leaving his shaft with a soft pop. "Hehehe, look at him, 2... he can barely hold on," she teased, her mischievous grin revealing her playful nature.

Her more reserved sister, Cutwire 2, also pulled away, glancing at him with a sly smile. "I don't think he'll last much longer."

The twins exchanged a wicked look, their eyes glinting with a shared plan.

"Let's finish him off" they said in unison, causing the human to gulp nervously as he realized he was in trouble.

"Aaaaaahh~ GHUCK!" Without warning, Cutwire 1 opened her mouth wide and took his entire length down her throat, her warm, slick walls enveloping him completely and squeezing his manhood. Ula moaned loudly, the sensation of pleasure overwhelming him as he stare at the metalic feeling and let out a moan.

"O-Ooooh f-fuuuck, 1... g-god~ s-so good~"

But just because number 1 had taken the entire human's cock to herself, didn't mean that 2 was out of the fun. Unlike her other half, 2 would lower her head, positioning herself below his shaft and slowly beginning to gently suck on his balls.

"O-oh f-fuck~G-Girls~" The twin ghosts glanced up, their glowing eyes watching as the human melted under their touch, moaning helplessly as waves of pleasure coursed through him. "A-AH~ M-MMMPH MMMM~"Slowly, Ula's hands moved to rest on their ghostly hair, stroking their heads as if they were beloved pets. Far from being offended, the ghosts adored the gesture, their eyes closing as they leaned into his touch. Their movements grew more fervent, determined to push him over the edge.

"G-girls, i-if you keep going like this, I-I’m not g-going to—"

His warning only spurred them on. They quickened their pace, their tongues and lips working in perfect harmony as Ula's moans grew louder, his climax drawing near.

Cutwire 2 was the first to notice, sensing the tremble in his testicles as she continued to massage and suck them. Then 1 felt it next, with the throbbing in his member signaling his impending release.

"G-GIRLS, I-I'M G-G-G-G—" Ula's words were cut off as he let out a powerful moan, his body convulsing as he began to release his seed into Cutwire 1's mouth.

"GLUCK GLUCK GHACK GHUCK GLUCK GHACK GHACK GLUCK~" The salty taste spread across the tongue of Cutwire 1 as she pressed her lips all the way to the base, her nose pressing against the his crotch as she took in the smell of his manhood, eagerly swallowing every drop of his climax. Meanwhile, Cutwire 2 pouted, still sucking his balls while feeling a little bit left out.

"F-FUUUUUUUCK~"

Ula placed a trembling hand on Cutwire 1’s head, holding her in place as he finished emptied his balls completely on her mouth. Once he finished, Cutwire 1 finally  began to pull away, her mouth still full of his seed. Raising her head, she stared at the living being with a big grinn on her face, looking like a mischievous squirrel that was hoarding too many nuts on her mouth.

"It's not fair, 1," Cutwire 2 whined, crossing her arms with a pout. "You kept it all for yourself..." Her voice wavered, almost to the point of tears. "You always do this."

Cutwire 1 glanced at her sister with a teasing smirk. Though her mouth was full, her actions spoke louder than words. Without warning, she grabbed her sister and spun her around.

"1, what are you—Mmmmph?!" Without a warning, Cutwire 1 silenced her other half with a passionate and loving kiss, their lips crashing together as she began to share the tunnel runner's seed with her other half.

"MMMMmmmmmmph~ MmmMmmmm~ Cutwire 2 was caught off guard but quickly melted into the kiss, their tongues intertwining as they began to share Ula's essence.

Meanwhile, Ula stood frozen, mouth agape and face burning red. The sight of the two Cutwires locked in a passionate kiss, sharing his release, sent his arousal skyrocketing. The idea of two halves of the same soul clinging to each other in such an intimate display was almost too much for him to process.

Wait, if they're the same person fragmented into two, wouldn't they be like sisters? Then it would be incest. But since they are parts of the same being... would it be self-cest instead?

The thought only added to his confusion—and his arousal. This was, without a doubt, the hottest thing he'd seen since Zmora's ass.

The kiss was long and heated, their hands roaming over each other’s ghostly forms as Ula’s manhood throbbed, begging for more. Finally, the twins broke apart, a thin string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting to their lips.

The two parts staring at each other, blushing and completely infatuated with one another.

"Hehe, it wasn’t so bad, was it, 2?" Cutwire 1 teased to her other half while their bodies sticked togher, their tits pressing against each other as they sorrounded their bodies with their hands.

"No..." 2 replied, her breathing heavy, staring at 1 as she blushed with desire for more.

"It seems we’re not the only ones who enjoyed it," Cutwire 1 remarked, glancing at the blushing human with his erection still standing tall.

"It looks like she still has energy for more," Cutwire 2 added, biting her lip at the sight.

"I-I... that was hot as fuck," Ula stammered, a perverted grin spreading across her face.

"Well..." Cutwire 1 smirked mischievously, pulling her sister close. "If you want something like that again... you’ll have to win the next one."

With a playful laugh, the twins began to vanish, leaving Ula standing there in disappointment.

"Fuck," he muttered, staring at her still-throbbing erection and realizing he was going to be dealing with blue balls tonight. 

Nikita Naprava X Ula Usterka

"Oh good boy~ that's it~ you like mommy's tits don't you?" The bioluminescent ghost giggled softly, her face flushed with pleasure as she bit her lip. "Yes~ keep it up~ suck on mommy's breasts~"

Nikita Naprava, the fire wraith that haunted the engine rooms, sat on a steam pipeline with the tunnel runner, Ula Urstraka, resting on her lap. She held the young man like a baby as he fondled and played with her large breasts, his manhood firmly caught in the ghost's clutches."O-oh yeah~ yeah baby~ you make mommy feel so good~" She would say with a smile, her breath coming out like hot steam as her hand moved up and down on his length.

"MMMMMMMMmmmm~ Mmmmmm~ mmmph~" Ula had her eyes closed, sucking the ghost's nipples and moaning at the feeling of her touch, his manhood being jerked off by the spectr.

Nikita would never have imagined that the tunnel runner, who came to steal kisses from her with each victory, was so into this type of roleplay, it was not that she was against it, in fact she quite enjoyed having it in this position but what surprised her the most was the fact that behind that good girl act he had such a monstrous member.

She would never had tought that such a feminine figure could belonged to a man. It was a real surprise but a welcome one.

Now Ula sat on her lap, gladly sucking her tits while enjoying the feeling of her hands masturbating his member. "o-oh yeah baby~ keep it up~ I love how you play with mommy's breasts~"

The ghost would moan, closing her eyes as she felt the ghost grope her. "MMmmmm~ mmmmhhh~ mmmhhh~"

Ula couldn't help but let out small moans, feeling his manhood start to tremble at the ghost's massages and pushing him over the edge.

"What's wrong? Do you want to cum?"

he wouldn't awner, instead of that, he began speeding up his sucking.

"Do you want to cum for mommy?" Nikita would bite her lip, smiling in excitement as she focused her gaze on the human's cock, beginning to speed up the movement of her hand as she took him to his limit. "Oh yeah~ You wanna cum don't you? You wanna cum for mommy, righ?~"

"Mmmmmhhghh MGGHHHM MMMPHHHH~" Ula moans were drown by her tits, pressing his face against the ghost's breasts as he sucked aggressively.

"Y-yes yes you want...come on~ cum~ cum for mommy little one~" She would say as she began to feel his member trembling in her hand, watching as pre-cum began to emerge from the tip of his member. "Y-YES~ COME ON LITTLE ONE~ CUM~ CUM FOR MOMMY~"

Ula would open her eyes in shock, letting out a loud moan as she felt herself reaching the limit.

Next thing that came were small white lines shooting out of his member, staining the ghost's breasts and face in white. "ah~ mmmghh~ you came quite a bit~"

Nikita would grin, running a finger down her chest and taking some of his seed to suck on. "MMmmm~ mommy made you feel good didn't she?"

Ula for her part would find herself resting on her lap, a goofy smile plastered on her lips and her face completely blushing and sweating.

The human wouldn't let out a single word, too stunned to be able to form sentences. "hehehe~ you made mommy very happy~"  The spectre stare down at the tunneler with a warm smile, lowering her head as she held him to give him a small kiss on the lips.

"you know~ if you ever win next time, mommy could make you feel good again" she would say whispering softly in her ear with her sweet voice. "would you like it my little one?"

A lustful smile would grow on Ula's lips, her body shaking with excitement as her cock began to harden at the thought of spending another time with the giant ghost.

"Y-yes mommy~"

Yaga & Dr. Striga

Why the hell is this happening to me?

"Y-YES~ O-OH~ F-FUCK~ K-KEEP GOING YAGA I BEG YOU~ Y-YEEES~ A-AAAAH~"  The vile mechanical wraith would scream at the top of her ghostly lungs, moaning in pleasure with each thrust her rival gave her. "Y-YES~ O-OH GOD YAGA~ I MISSED THIS~"

The ghost lay on all fours, panting as her ghostly tongue hanged out of her metal jaw and crashing her bioluminscent body against the human's so that he could reach into the deepest part of her undead being.

For his part, the oldest living tunnel runner, Jagoda Jęczyduch or better known as yaga, was not enjoying the moment as much as her former rival/lover. "U-ughh shut up you whore"

The veteran tunneler would growl in annoyance, raising her hand and spanking the ghost, to shut her up but instead of that it would only turn her on more, causing her to drip more ectoplasm onto his cock.  

"YES YAGA~ HARDER~"

'How did I end up like this again?' the veteran tunneler would think to herself, trying to remember how she had gotten to this situation.

This whole problem had started with a dream, a harem of ghost girls and in order to make it true, Yaga became a tunneler. She succeded, making an entire harem of the sexiest ghost girls there ever were, one of which was Stryga.

For many years he was happy, those were the best years of his for the tunneler but eventually, with the passage, the dream withered and bitter, the passion began to die until the romance was finally dead. Little by little all the girls left and Yaga moved on. but only one of them remained stucked in the past.

"O-OH YAGA~ H-HOW I MISSED THIS~"  The mechanical ghost would howl like a horny bitch, clenching her walls against Yaga's cock, wanting to squeeze all of her seed out.  "IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE THE LAST TIME WE DID THIS~"

"Mmghh~ f-fuck~ rghh~" Yaga would let out grunts of frustration and pleasure, speeding up the movement of his thrusts as she began to feel the climax approaching. "G-god why don't you just shut the fuck up? I'm trying to finish here and I can't concentrate with all your screaming"

Striga was the only one who continued chasing the oldest tunneler after all this years, trying to rekindle a flame that died many years ago, using constant fights to try to reignite the passion between the two.

But none of that worked, as yaga constantly ignored her advances and offers. In fact, if it weren't for Ula and her little ghost friend being kidnapped by this crazy bitch, she would never have found herself in this situation again.

The cyborg ghost would let out a slight giggle, looking at her old rival with a mocking look while moaning like a bitch in heat.  "O-Ooh~ p-please Yaga...don't tell me you didn't miss this~ that you didn't longrf to fuck me for-"

SLAP

"KYAAAH" the ghost would howl as she felt the human's hand spanking her green ass.

Not wanting to stare at the ghost, Yaga cover her face with her cap somewhat grumpy while she moved her hips trying to reach the climax. "Shut up and let me finish"

Striga would fall silent, resting his head against the tunneler's bed and receiving her thrusts with pleasure as he began to approach his inevitable climax.

"Y-YES~ YES~ YES~ YES~ I-I'M CLOSE YAGA~ I-I CAN FEEL IT~" Her ghostly walls would squeeze his member, beginning to soak it in ectoplasm as the human approached her climax.

"F-FUCK RGHHH~ S-SO TIGHT" Yaga could not deny that her former lover and now rival knew how to make her feel good. She had forgotten how good was being with striga, something he had forgotten during the years.  

"D-DO IT~ INSIDE ME~ WE BOTH KNOW WHAT YOU WANT"

"RGHHHH SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHORE" the human would roar, starting to speed up her thrusts, the sounds of their bodies echoing around the room as their moans became one. "I-IM~ IM~ IM~ I-I'M G-GONNA-"

"nnnghh~ a-almost there~" the tunneler couldn't deny that she was already on the verge of exploding inside this bitch, so she would prepare himself for the last thrust, pulling his hips back and getting ready to push for one final tim.

With one quick movement, his hips would moved forward, introducing his enormous member into the depths of her ghostly pussy and finally shooting his seed inside her.  "F-FUUUCK~"

"Y-YEEEESS, FILL ME YAGA~ LIKE OLD TIMES~"  The two would roar at the top of their lungs, releasing their juices into each other as they began to relax after an hour of wild passion. "I missed this~" the doctor would moan, lying down on Yaga's bed completely exhausted while on the other hand, the exhausted human would only let out a sigh, taking a drink of her precious denaturat (thank god for her artificial liver that could tolerate extensive amounts). 

'how did I end up like this?'

That's what the baba Yaga would ask herself, watching the metal ceiling from the comfort of her bed and with the scientific ghost resting peacefully on her chest.  Ghosts didn't need to sleep, but the doctor liked to pretend to do so that they could have these moments between them...

her great-grandfather had warned her never to stick it in crazy, kind of ironic considering that he had made himself a harem of demon girls  but she should have still listened to him

. At first, during the harem days, it was fun to be with the girls and Striga but after 15 years these things became tedious...

"fuck..." The tunel runner would curse, grasping the bottle in her hand and beginning to drink till she forgot about this night.

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"W-what is happening?" Azazel whispered to himself, his voice trembling as his mind swirled with a haze of pleasure and confusion. His blue eyes widened as he looked down at the surreal scene before him, an image so shocking it left him utterly speechless. His divine form, usually so composed and regal, now lay vulnerable, exposed to the whims of the two horned, white-haired beings before him.

As he lay there, his back pressed against the matress beneath him, the vision of the two demons filled his view. Their demonic tongues moved with practiced precision, their actions deliberate and intoxicating as they lavished attention on his divine cock. Their glowing eyes locked onto his, their gazes filled with a mix of mischief and hunger. Azazel's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.

Malina, the sour demon with her sharp tongue and guarded demeanor, found herself unable to meet Azazel's gaze. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she realized the position she was in. She turned her head away, her white hair cascading over her shoulders as she tried to avoid the intensity of his blue eyes. Yet, despite her efforts, she couldn't ignore the heat rising in her chest or the way her body responded to the angel's presence. Her lips moved instinctively, her actions betraying her usual stoicism as she found herself succumbing to the moment.

Beside her, Justice, the former high prosecutor, was the picture of confidence. Her grey eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched Azazel's reactions, her lips curling into a sly smile. She moved with a practiced ease, her every motion deliberate and calculated. Her tongue swirled around his length, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper, her actions leaving the angel trembling beneath her.

"H-how did this happen?" Azazel stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried to piece together the events that had led to this moment. His mind raced, fragments of memories flashing before him—a training session gone awry, a misplaced spell, a moment of weakness. It had all spiraled out of control so quickly, and now here he was, caught in a situation he could never have imagined.

All started only a few minutes ago as the two got caught by the former high prossecutor in middle of the act...

"I see you were having some fun..." Justice's voice cut through the air, sharp and teasing, as she stepped into the room. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her expression a mix of irritation and amusement. The atmosphere shifted instantly, the tension in the room thickening as the two demons and the angel froze in place.

"JUSTICE?!" Azazel and Malina screamed in unison, their voices echoing through the chamber as the weight of their actions crashed down on them. Panic flashed across Malina's face as she quickly pulled away from Azazel, her hands trembling as she tried to compose herself. "Fuck, shit, F-fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cursed under her breath, her mind racing as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"J-Justice, l-listen, I-this... I..." Malina stammered, her words tumbling out in a jumbled mess as she struggled to find an explanation. Before she could continue, Azazel stepped forward, his wings twitching nervously as he positioned himself between the two demons.

"M-Miss Justice, I c-can explain this..." Azazel began, his voice shaky but earnest. "S-sorry for not going to our training session... This is my fault." The lie slipped out easily, his desire to protect Malina overriding his usual honesty. He could feel his cheeks burning as he spoke, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I... M-Malina was in trouble, a-and I wanted to help her—"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," Justice interrupted, her voice calm but firm as she placed a finger on Azazel's lips, silencing him. She moved him aside with ease, her focus shifting entirely to Malina. The sour demon shrank under Justice's gaze, her usual bravado crumbling as she felt the weight of the high prosecutor's scrutiny.

"Malina..." Justice began, her tone softer now, almost playful. "If you wanted to join our training sessions so much, all you had to do was ask."

"Eh?" Both Azazel and Malina blinked in confusion, their minds struggling to process Justice's words. The tension in the room shifted, the atmosphere growing heavier with unspoken desires and hidden intentions.

"H-how?" Malina asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she averted her gaze. Her cheeks flushed as Justice stepped closer, her eyes roaming over Malina's body with a predatory interest.

"Do you think I didn't notice you all those times you watched us during our little training sessions?" Justice's voice was low, almost purring as she closed the distance between them. Azazel's face turned a deep shade of red as he recalled the moments Justice was referring to—moments he had tried to forget, moments that now felt impossibly vivid.

Malina's breath hitched as Justice's hand encircled her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The heat between them was palpable, their lips inches apart as Justice's gaze bore into hers. "If you were so needy... you only had to ask me, and we would have gladly helped you," Justice whispered, her voice dripping with promise.

Malina's heart raced, her demonic instincts warring with her usual restraint. She had never considered herself particularly interested in other women, but Justice's presence was intoxicating, her confidence and allure impossible to resist. The way Justice looked at her, touched her, spoke to her—it was all too much, and yet, not enough.

"What do you say? Do you want to join our little training?" Justice's voice was a sultry whisper, her lips brushing against Malina's ear as she spoke. The young demon's resolve crumbled, her body moving on its own as she clung to Justice, her mind clouded with desire.

"Yes~" Malina breathed, the word slipping out before she could stop herself. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't bring herself to care as Justice's lips met hers in a searing kiss. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies pressed together as their tongues danced in a heated exchange.

Azazel could only watch, his blue eyes wide with shock and arousal. His member throbbed painfully, his excitement growing with every passing second. He wanted to look away, to give them privacy, but he couldn't tear his gaze from the sensual spectacle before him. Justice's hands roamed over Malina's body with a practiced ease, her touch eliciting soft moans from the sour demon. Malina, for her part, surrendered completely, her usual sharpness replaced by a vulnerability that was both surprising and endearing.

Their kiss deepened, their passion igniting like a wildfire as they lost themselves in each other. Azazel's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with need. He wanted to join them, to feel their touch, but his shyness held him back. He could only watch, his heart pounding in his chest as the two demons explored each other with a hunger that left him breathless.

Suddenly, the two pulled apart, their lips glistening with saliva as they caught their breath. Justice's grip on Malina's waist tightened, her grey eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

"So, how was it?" Justice asked, her voice teasing as she looked down at Malina. The young demon blushed furiously, her eyes darting away as she tried to hide her face.

"...Amazing..." Malina admitted, her voice barely audible. The admission seemed to surprise even her, but she couldn't deny the truth. Justice's touch, her kiss, her presence—it had all been more than she could have imagined.

Justice chuckled softly, her gaze shifting to Azazel. The angel's face turned a deep shade of red as he realized she was staring at his hardened manhood. "Looks like someone liked what he saw," Justice teased, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Malina followed her gaze, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Azazel's arousal.

"What do you say, Az? Want to add Malina to our training session?" Justice's voice was playful, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. Azazel's mind raced, his shyness warring with his desire. He wanted to say yes, to join them, but the words caught in his throat.

"I-if she wants to..." Azazel stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands moved instinctively to cover his manhood, his embarrassment evident as he averted his gaze.

Justice turned her attention back to Malina, her expression softening as she looked at the young demon. "Mmm, what do you say, Malina? Wanna train with us?" she asked, her voice gentle but insistent.

Malina hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she tried to process everything that had happened. Her usual sharpness was gone, replaced by a vulnerability that made her seem almost human. Finally, she nodded, her cheeks burning as she spoke. "S-sure... w-whatever," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Justice's smile widened, her grip on Malina's waist tightening as she pulled her closer. The warmth of Justice's body pressed against Malina's, sending a shiver down her spine. "Good," Justice purred, her lips brushing against Malina's ear, her breath hot and teasing. "It's decided then." Justice gave a little clap, her smile radiant as she stepped back to admire the scene before her. "Get your cute little ass over here, Azazel," she called out, her voice dripping with playful authority. The angel hesitated for a moment, his crimson eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Slowly, he began to walk toward the two demonesses, his wings twitching slightly as he approached.

Justice's arms encircled both Azazel and Malina, pulling them closer to her body. The proximity was overwhelming, the heat of their bodies mingling as their lips drew nearer with every movement. Azazel's heart raced, his divine form trembling under the intensity of the moment. Malina, on the other hand, tried to maintain her composure, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her usual stoicism.

"So, who goes first?" Justice asked, her voice teasing as she glanced between the two. She waited for a response, but neither Azazel nor Malina spoke up, their silence only adding to the tension in the room. "Okay then... me first~" Justice declared with a mischievous grin, turning toward Azazel. Without warning, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, her rough tongue dominating his mouth as he let out a soft moan. His lips were soft and sweet, a stark contrast to Justice's fiery intensity. Her fingers trailed down his back, gripping his wings and sending shivers through his body. His member pressed against her toned abdomen, the sensation making him gasp into the kiss.

As Justice continued to claim Azazel's lips, Malina watched with a mix of curiosity and desire. Her hands found their way to Azazel's body, her touch softer and more tentative than Justice's. She began to kiss his shoulder and neck, her lips gentle yet insistent. Her tongue traced delicate patterns on his skin, eliciting soft moans from the angel. The contrast between Justice's dominance and Malina's tenderness left Azazel trembling, his body caught in a whirlwind of sensations.

"That's the spirit, Mal. Teamwork makes the dream work," Justice said with a smirk, pulling away from Azazel's lips for a moment. She lowered herself, her tongue flicking over the angel's nipples, teasing them with practiced precision. Meanwhile, Malina continued to explore Azazel's body, her hands roaming over his chest and abdomen as her lips trailed kisses along his neck. The combination of their touches left Azazel gasping, his body arching into their caresses.

Justice's lips and fingers traced a path down Azazel's abdomen, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Malina followed suit, her hands joining Justice's as they reached his member. The two demons exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them as they prepared to take their shared desire to the next level.

Malina and Azazel were locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling for dominance as their hands explored each other's bodies. Justice, ever the orchestrator, began to stroke Azazel's length, her touch firm and confident. Slowly, she lowered herself, her tongue flicking over the tip of his cock before tracing the outline of his shaft. Azazel's moans grew louder, his body trembling as Justice's skilled tongue teased him relentlessly.

"A-ah~" Azazel gasped, his hands gripping the sheets as Justice's lips surrounded his member. The wet heat of her mouth was overwhelming, her tongue swirling around him in a way that left him breathless. Malina, not to be outdone, continued to lavish attention on his neck, her bites and kisses sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"How does it feel, Az? Enjoying yourself?" Justice asked, pulling away for a moment to give him a sly wink. Her lips glistened with saliva, her expression one of pure satisfaction.

"M-mhm, f-feels good~" Azazel managed to stammer between moans, his body writhing under their combined attention.

"How about this then~?" Justice said, her lips once again enveloping his cock. She took him deeper this time, her throat relaxing as she swallowed more of his length. Azazel's moans grew louder, his hands tangling in Justice's hair as she worked him with expert precision.

"N-no fair, Justice," Malina complained, her voice tinged with frustration. The sounds and moans escaping Azazel's lips only fueled her desire, her own body aching for more. "I want to try it too..."

"Didn't you already have a taste? I think it's only fair I have this round, kiddo," Justice replied, her tone playful yet firm. Malina pouted, her cheeks flushing as she crossed her arms over her chest. Justice chuckled, her eyes softening as she looked at the younger demon. "But... I'm not a selfish lover like Lucí. I can share a little bit, but you owe me."

Malina gave a small nod, her eyes darting away as she tried to hide her embarrassment. Justice's smirk widened as she turned her attention back to Azazel. "Okay then... let's get a little bit more comfortable," she said, rising from her knees. She gently pushed Azazel toward the bed, her hands resting on his shoulders as she guided him down. Malina followed, her movements hesitant yet eager.

Azazel found himself lying on the bed, his body trembling as he watched the two demons approach him with an insatiable hunger. Justice and Malina exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them as they prepared to take their shared desire to the next level.

"How about a little tag team, Mal?" Justice suggested, her voice low and sultry as she lowered herself alongside Malina. Their faces were now level with Azazel's cock, the sight of it making Malina's breath hitch.

"..." Malina remained silent, her eyes fixed on the thick and veiny member before her. The musky scent of his arousal filled her senses, her desire growing with every passing second.

"Come on, Mal, I'll leave you the shaft," Justice said, her tone encouraging as she grabbed Azazel's cock and pointed it toward Malina's mouth. The red glans brushed against her soft, pink lips, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"D-don't stare at me, idiot," Malina muttered, her cheeks burning as she met Azazel's gaze. The angel quickly averted his eyes, his own face flushed with embarrassment.

"S-sorry," Azazel stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"L-let's get this over with," Malina said, her voice trembling as she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Justice watched with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement as Malina lowered her face and surrounded the shaft with her lips.

"Mmmphh~" Azazel moaned, his hands gripping the sheets as Malina's tongue began to lick his glans. The sensation was electric, her soft lips and warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Go ahead, kiddo. I can wait," Justice said, her tone teasing as she watched Malina work. The younger demon closed her eyes, her head bobbing slowly as she took more of Azazel's length into her mouth. Her lips sucked and her tongue swirled around him, her movements growing more confident with each passing second.

"Mmm, Mmmm, mmm, mm, mmm," Malina moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Azazel's spine. Her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she tried to take him deeper. The tip of his member pressed against the entrance of her throat, making her gag slightly, but she didn't pull away.

"M-Malina," Azazel gasped, his voice trembling as he felt her hot breath on his cock. "O-oh, oh Lord~ Mmmm~ f-feels g-good."

"You're doing great, kiddo," Justice said, her voice filled with pride. She reached out and gave Malina's ass a playful slap, making the younger demon jump slightly. The sudden movement caused her to gag, her throat tightening around Azazel's cock as she choked on his length.

As Malina began to choke on Azazel's cock, the demon pulled his member out of her mouth, coughing and wiping her lips in frustration. Her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to regain her composure. "W-What the fuck, Justice... I-I nearly choked," Malina said, her voice tinged with irritation as she glared at the other demon.

Justice chuckled softly, her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Sorry, kiddo," she said, scratching the back of her neck. "It wasn't intentional," she added, her tone light and teasing as she watched Malina catch her breath.

Azazel, ever the sweet and caring angel, couldn't help but worry about Malina, even in the midst of such an intense moment. "A-Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he reached out to her.

"Y-Yeah, yeah... I-I'm fine," Malina replied, waving off his concern, though her voice still carried a hint of irritation. She took a deep breath, her hands resting on her knees as she steadied herself.

"Fuck it... I'm gonna keep going," Malina declared, her determination returning as she began to lower herself to suck him off again. However, before she could, Justice interrupted her once more.

"Wait..." Justice said, leaning over beside Malina. "Let me give you two a hand, kiddo," she suggested, her voice dripping with playful authority.

For a moment, Malina seemed almost annoyed by the interruption, but she pushed her frustration aside with a sigh. "Whatever..." she muttered, reluctantly agreeing to Justice's suggestion.

Azazel could only watch in silence as the heads of the two demonic beauties approached his member, positioning themselves on either side of it. They opened their lips and let their tongues slide out, ready to begin working on him. A sweet moan escaped their lips as they made the first contact, their eyes closing briefly as they savored the sensation. Their bright eyes then rose to meet Azazel's, their gazes filled with a mix of lust and affection as their tongues assaulted his rod.

'H-How did this happen?' Azazel asked himself, unable to believe the surreal image before his eyes. The two beauties from hell, their infatuated gazes focused on his cock as they bathed it in kisses, licks, and displays of affection, only caused him to writhe in pleasure.

"MMmmMmmmm~" The two demons quickly divided their tasks, with Justice—being the oldest and most experienced—focusing on the rod and tip of his member, enveloping it in her skilled tongue. Malina, on the other hand, concentrated on attacking the base and his balls, her lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

Justice's lips wrapped around the tip of Azazel's cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she took him deeper into her mouth. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each flick of her tongue sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Meanwhile, Malina's lips enveloped his balls, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin as her hands gripped his thighs, holding him steady.

"MMMMmmm Sluuuuurp~ MmmmGh... H-How's it going, Malina? Do you like it down there?" Justice asked, her words muffled as her mouth remained full of Azazel's cock.

"mmgghhff mghhh. sluuurp," Malina growled in response, her tone suggesting she probably wanted to say something like "fuck you" or "leave me alone," but she was too busy sucking the angel's balls to articulate it properly.

Azazel, for his part, could only look at the ceiling, moaning and closing his eyes to fully enjoy the warm sensation of their tongues on his most intimate area. His toes curled, and his member throbbed with every movement they made. The muffled moans of the two demons were like music to his ears, each sound driving him closer to the edge.

The two demons glanced at each other, exchanging knowing looks as they noticed the twitching of the young angel's manhood and the increasing intensity of his moans. He was nearing his climax, and they were determined to push him over the edge. With synchronized precision, they increased the speed and pressure of their movements, their tongues attacking his shaft and tip relentlessly. Justice's lips kissed his glans while Malina sucked on his testicles, their combined efforts sending waves of pleasure through Azazel's body.

"MMmm, MMmm, MMM, MMMMM," the two moaned, their faces showing the effort and concentration they were putting into their task. Their tongues moved nonstop, saliva dripping from their mouths and covering Azazel's manhood in a glistening sheen.

"Ah, AH, ahh~" Azazel moaned, his body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed him. The feeling of his impending climax grew stronger with each passing second. "O-Oh g-girls, I-I'm c-close~ O-Oh god, s-so good~" he gasped, his hands gripping the sheets of the bed as his body quivered in ecstasy.

His cute little moans only fueled the desires of the two demons sucking him off, inspiring them to go faster and harder to finish him off. Their tongues moved around his member with increased urgency, their saliva dripping freely as they attacked his cock with renewed vigor. "MMMM, Mmm, MMmm, MMM, MM, MM, MM," their muffled moans were drowned out by their lust for the angel's manhood. Their tongues wrapped around him, clashing against one another, and their lips sucked at his tip, determined to push him over the edge.

"O-Oh, a-ah, ahhhh g-god! I-I'm gonna cu-" Azazel gasped, his member twitching as he prepared for the incoming climax. "MMmmmmMmMmm," the two demons increased the pressure and speed, their tongues moving in perfect unison. The sounds of their wet lips on his cock, the feeling of their warm breath, and the heat of their tongues were the final straw.

"CUMMMIIING!" Azazel cried out, his hips rising as he felt the intense climax surge through him. His seed shot free, quickly staining the gorgeous faces of the two demon girls in white. The two demons closed their eyes and mouths, their faces and lips covered in the hot liquid as it painted their bodies.

"MMmmm~" Malina moaned, the feeling of the hot semen on her face surprising but not unwelcome as she tasted his thick cream. Justice, on the other hand, opened her mouth, trying to catch some of the hot cum on her tongue. The viscous fluid fell onto her taste buds, and she savored the flavor. "mm, MMM," the two moaned, their faces sticky with the angel's seed, their cheeks, foreheads, and lips glistening with the evidence of his release.

Azazel lay down on the bed, exhausted, his eyes closed and his body covered in sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, the intensity of the experience leaving him spent.

"Mmm, that was tasty," Justice said, using her fingers to gather a good amount of the hot cum and licking it off with a satisfied smile. She then began cleaning the mess on her face, her movements slow and deliberate. "Looking good, Malina~" Justice teased, staring at her fellow demon's blushing, cum-covered face.

"S-Shut up," Malina muttered, her embarrassment evident. It was her first time experiencing something like this, and she wasn't sure how to process it.

Justice chuckled softly as she approached Malina, taking her face in her hands. "Here... let me clean it up for you," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"H-Hey, what are—" Before Malina could complain, Justice leaned in and gave a small lick to her stained cheek, cleaning off the angel's seed. "And here too," Justice continued, licking Malina's other cheek, then another, and another. Malina sat there, blushing furiously as Justice began to lick her face and body, cleaning her of any trace of Azazel's seed.

"J-J-Justice," Malina gasped, her body trembling as Justice's tongue trailed down her neck. "W-What are you—AH!"

Azazel, for his part, raised his head, his manhood hardening once again as he watched Justice clean Malina with such intimacy. His blood boiled, his arousal reignited by the sensual display before him.

"And here too~" Justice said, her lips approaching Malina's, which were now completely clean. "I need to make sure it's well cleaned~" Her lips quickly clashed against Malina's, and this time, the sour demon didn't resist. Instead, she responded eagerly, her tongue meeting Justice's in a passionate kiss. "Mmm," Malina moaned, the taste of Azazel's seed still fresh on her tongue. The two demons locked lips, the sound of their passionate kissing filling the room as Justice's hands roamed over Malina's body.

"W-What are you—" Malina began to ask, pulling away slightly from Justice, but the awesome demon didn't let her go. Instead, Justice lay down, pulling Malina on top of her as they continued to make out like lovers.

"A-Ah, girls?" The sudden voice of the shy angel broke the moment, causing the two demons to snap back to reality. They turned to stare at Azazel, his hardened manhood standing at attention. "C-Can I j-join... i-if that's okay?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of shyness and desire.

"Sure, kiddo. It is our training, after all," Justice said with a smirk, turning to look at Malina, who was blushing furiously from the embarrassment of having gotten carried away. "Oh, poor little angel, who has problems with her huge sacred spear," Justice chuckled, her tone playful as the two girls approached Azazel like hungry wolves.

Malina was ready to get on top of Azazel and continue what she was doing before Justice's interruption, but before she could even mount him, Justice placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "Hey... I'll go first, kiddo," Justice said, her voice firm but teasing.

Malina froze, her expression a mix of offense and frustration as she looked at the former high prosecutor. "What? Screw you... I'll go first," she said, turning around to try to mount the angel again, but Justice stopped her once more.

"Hey... you already had your turn, and don't forget that you interrupted our session earlier. So, I'll go," Justice said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Malina sighed, her annoyance evident, but she reluctantly gave in to Justice. "Whatever..." she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thanks, Mal... but don't worry, I have an idea," Justice said with a smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief as the angel and the sour demon looked at her, confused.

"Now... Malina, lie down and spread your legs," Justice instructed, her voice firm yet playful. Malina hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but she eventually complied, lying down on the side of the bed and spreading her legs to reveal her soaked privacy, still dripping with the angel's seed. Her pussy glistened in the dim light, her arousal evident as her juices pooled beneath her.

"Excellent," Justice purred, licking her lips as she brought her face closer to the demon's crotch. Her breath was hot against Malina's sensitive skin, sending shivers through her body. "Mmmm, fresh stuffed pussy~" Justice giggled, her voice dripping with amusement and desire. Without warning, she dove in, her tongue lapping at Malina's folds with a hunger that left the younger demon gasping.

"O-OH F-FUCK, J-JUSTICE~" Malina moaned, her voice rising to a crescendo as Justice's tongue worked its magic. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "S-SLUuuuuurp~ sluuuuuuuurp~ sluuuuuuurp~" Justice's tongue moved with precision, exploring every inch of Malina's pussy, savoring the salty mix of her juices and Azazel's seed.

Justice's movements were deliberate and relentless, her lips and tongue devouring Malina with a fervor that left the younger demon writhing in ecstasy. "Slllluuuuuuuuurp~ sluuuuuurp~" Justice moaned, her own arousal evident as she raised her butt, moving her hips from side to side with excitement. Her tail swished behind her, a clear sign of her enjoyment as she feasted on Malina's pussy.

"F-FUCK, J-JUSTICE~ O-OH~ K-KEEP GOING~ K-KEEP GOING~" Malina begged, her voice trembling with desperation. Her toes curled, her hips bucked, and her hands clung tightly to the sheets as Justice's tongue drove her closer to the edge.

"M-Malina," Azazel stammered, his face burning with a deep blush as he watched the scene unfold. His member throbbed with need, and he couldn't resist the urge to touch himself. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly as he took in the sight of Justice devouring Malina with such intensity.

"F-fuck, f-fuck, a-ah fuck, a-ah f-fuck me," Malina moaned, her voice breaking as Justice's tongue flicked over her clit. Her hips moved in rhythm with Justice's movements, her body trembling with pleasure. "A-AH GOD, G-GOOD, A-AH SO GOOD~"

Justice giggled, her lips still pressed against Malina's pussy as she watched the younger demon's reactions. The sound of Malina's moans only fueled her desire, and she continued to lap at her folds, drinking in her juices with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Saliva dripped from Justice's mouth onto the bed, a testament to her dedication to the task at hand.

But as Justice continued, she quickly realized something was missing—or rather, someone. She pulled away slightly, her lips glistening with Malina's juices as she turned to look at Azazel, who was still watching them with wide eyes.

"Az, you're not gonna join the fun?" Justice asked, her voice teasing as she shook her butt temptingly in front of the angel. Her tone was playful, but there was a clear invitation in her words.

"O-oh, r-right, s-sorry," Azazel stammered, snapping out of his trance. He clumsily approached the two demons, his cock still in hand as he tried to steady his breathing. Justice giggled, lifting her butt and offering it to the angel while she returned to her task of devouring Malina.

"O-oh f-fuck~ J-JUSTICE, Y-YES," Malina moaned, her voice filled with pleasure as Justice's tongue returned to her pussy. Azazel, now close enough, took Justice's hips in his hands, his eyes darting between her two entrances. Ass or pussy? It was a question as old as time itself, and Azazel found himself hesitating.

"Mmghh, you can pick whichever you want, sluuuuuurp~" Justice advised, her voice muffled as she continued to eat Malina out. She left the decision to the angel, her focus entirely on the younger demon beneath her.

With his cock in hand, Azazel looked at Justice's ass and pussy, his mind racing as he tried to decide. His thoughts briefly went to her pussy, but after the last experience he had with it, he opted to try something new—her tight asshole. The idea sent a shiver of anticipation through him, and he positioned himself behind her, his glans pressing against her entrance.

"mmm, MMMM~" Azazel groaned, giving a few experimental thrusts with his hips. The resistance of Justice's sphincter was intense, but he pushed forward, his cock slowly stretching her tight hole. "MMmmmghhsluuuuuurp~" Justice moaned, her voice muffled as she felt Azazel's cock invade her bowels. Her anal walls stretched to accommodate him, and she squirmed slightly in pleasure, her tongue still working on Malina's pussy.

"Good choice, kiddo~ Mmghh," Justice said, her voice filled with approval as she continued to eat Malina out. Her ass clenched around Azazel's cock, the tightness driving him wild as he began to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts.

"A-ah, oh god, a-aah, so t-tight," Azazel moaned, his voice filled with lust as he gripped Justice's hips. His cock slid deeper into her ass, the sensation overwhelming as her walls clenched around him. He began to move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent as his arousal grew.

"Hmm, hm, mmmm, mmm," Justice hummed in pleasure, her body moving in rhythm with Azazel's thrusts. Her ass bounced against his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "F-fuck, y-yeaaah," she moaned, her voice trembling as Azazel's cock reached her deepest depths. His balls slapped against her pussy, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"F-fuck yes~ You love some good ol' awesome ass, don't you?" Justice teased, looking back at Azazel with a smirk. Her tone was playful, but there was a hint of pride in her words as she felt him pound her from behind.

"Y-yes~ I-I love it~ I love your awesome ass," Azazel moaned, his voice filled with desperation as his hips moved on their own. His thrusts became more erratic, his cock slamming into Justice's ass with increasing force. The tightness of her hole, the way her walls clenched around him—it was all too much, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Everyone does... especially Lucy, hehe~" Justice said, her voice filled with amusement as she recalled the times Lucifer had eaten her ass out during their intimate moments. The memory brought a smile to her face, but she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"J-JUSTICE!" Malina cried out, her voice filled with pleasure as Justice's tongue continued to assault her pussy. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her hips moving in unison with Justice's movements. The sight of the two demonic beauties, combined with the sensation of pounding Justice's tight ass, was the definition of a wet dream come true for Azazel. His hands gripped her ass, her tail swaying back and forth as her body contorted in pleasure.

He could feel his orgasm approaching, his cock twitching inside Justice's bowels as his thrusts became more frantic. "F-fuck, I-I'm c-close," Azazel gasped, his voice trembling with need. He wasn't alone in his desperation.

Before him, Malina writhed in pleasure, her body trembling as she approached her own climax. "J-JUSTICE, F-FUCK~ I-I'M C-CLOSE~" she screamed, her voice breaking as Justice's tongue pushed her over the edge.

"mmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, sluuuuuurp," Justice moaned, her face still buried between Malina's legs. Her tongue worked tirelessly, lapping at Malina's pussy as the younger demon's juices poured into her mouth. "mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmmm," Justice hummed, the taste of their mixed fluids and Azazel's semen filling her mouth as she continued to drink Malina's juices.

"A-AH, F-FUCK~ I-I'M G-GOING TO- AHH," Malina cried out, her back arching as her climax hit her. "CUMMMING~" she screamed, her juices gushing from her pussy and into Justice's waiting mouth. Justice continued to lap at her folds, drinking every drop of her cum with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

'Hehehe, salty,' Justice thought, a giggle escaping her lips as she continued to devour Malina's pussy even after she came. Her tongue flicked over Malina's clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from the younger demon.

Azazel's climax was close, his cock twitching and throbbing inside Justice's ass as his thrusts became more erratic. "J-Justice, I-I'm not going t-to hold on much l-longer," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation.

Justice giggled, her mouth still full as she turned to look at Azazel. She began to move her body back and forth, matching his thrusts and intensifying the sensation for both of them. "C-cum then, kiddo. D-do it in my ass, give me that angel cream of yours~" she teased, her voice filled with lust as she encouraged him to let go.

The angel could only nod, his hands gripping Justice's ass with more force as he began to slam his hips against her. His palms smacked her cheeks, the sound echoing through the room, while his member pounded her insides relentlessly. His balls slapped against her pussy with each thrust, his shaft reaching her deepest depths. The heat of her moist bowels, the tightness of her walls, her intoxicating scent, the feeling of her soft skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding, and the symphony of their moans and pants—everything was perfect. The overwhelming heat drove him wild, his heartbeat racing as he approached his limit.

"C-CUMMING~" the angel moaned, pushing his shaft as deep as he could before releasing thick ropes of his seed straight into her guts. "OHH, OHH, OOOOOOOH GOD~"

Azazel howled into the heavens as he reached his carnal paradise, his body trembling as he continued to spill his seed inside her.

"F-f-fuck yeah, that's the stuff~" Justice gasped, her voice filled with satisfaction as she felt the warmth of his cum flooding her insides. "Mmmmghh," she moaned, her belly beginning to expand as it filled with the young angel's cream.

"T-that was a-awesome," Azazel panted, his grip loosening as his cock slipped out of Justice's ass, now a floppy sausage dripping with cum.

"Hehe, well," Justice said, shaking her butt slightly as drops of the angel's seed fell from her. "They don't call me the awesome demon for nothing, kiddo." Slowly, she lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on Malina, who lay on the bed with her gaze fixed on the ceiling, breathing deeply after her explosive climax. "I hope you have energy for another round..."

Azazel looked at Justice with a small smile, his excitement evident. "Yes, Miss Justice..."

"I already told you, just call me Justice," she replied with a playful smirk. Slowly, the amazing demon positioned herself on top of Malina, her body pressing against the younger demon's.

"Huh?" Malina stirred, slowly coming out of her daze to find Justice's body pressed against hers, their lips dangerously close. "J-Justice?"

"Hey, kiddo, ready for your turn?" Justice teased, her voice low and sultry. The two demons glanced at Azazel, who stood watching them, his cock still erect and ready for more action.

"What are you waiting for, kiddo?" Justice said, her gaze shifting to Malina's soaked pussy. "She's eager to have that spear of yours again."

Azazel swallowed hard, gathering his courage as he approached the two demons, his desire evident. He climbed on top of Justice, his manhood standing tall and ready. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting them as he positioned himself to penetrate Malina's dripping pussy.

"Come on, don't make us wait," Malina said, her voice tinged with impatience and excitement.

"S-sorry," Azazel stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment and nervousness. Slowly, he lowered his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance.

"Oh, come on, just—AH!" Malina's words were cut off as Azazel suddenly shoved his cock inside her without warning. His shaft plunged into her pussy, reaching her deepest corners until it came to a sudden halt against the walls of her womb. "A-AH!" Malina moaned, her body arching as their hips connected, the angel's cock buried deep inside her. Justice, lying beneath her, watched with a smile.

"O-OH H-HEAVENS!" Azazel cried, his eyes closing as his body shook with pleasure.

"How is it, Mal?" Justice asked, her voice smug as she looked down at the demon writhing in pleasure.

"D-divine~" Malina barely managed to moan as Azazel began to move his hips, slamming them against hers while his body pressed against Justice's ass.

"You're goddamn right," Justice whispered, leaning in to kiss Malina as Azazel continued to pound her pussy.

"MMm," Malina moaned, her lips meeting Justice's in a passionate kiss. Justice's tongue explored her mouth, their bodies moving in sync with Azazel's thrusts. Their breasts bounced with each movement, their bodies heating up as the intensity grew.

"M-MALINA!" Azazel moaned, the soft flesh and warm insides of her pussy feeling like heaven to his manhood. He couldn't contain his joy as he rammed into her like a wild animal.

"mmh, mm, mm, MMM, MMM," Malina moaned, her body trembling as her hands clung tightly to Justice's back. Their bodies rubbed against each other with every clash of Azazel's hips.

"mmm, mm, mmm, mmm, MMMM," Justice moaned, her tongue exploring every corner of Malina's mouth. Her hands caressed Malina's hair, her hips moving from side to side as she felt Azazel's warm body and his hot shaft rubbing against her intimacy while he fucked Malina senseless.

"A-AH MM, MMMM, OH Y-YES, MM, MM," Malina cried out, the intense sensation of Azazel's hard cock inside her driving her insane. The feeling of his strong hands gripping her waist and his body crushing hers was overwhelming.

"S-so tight, a-ah, o-oh lord, this is divine," Azazel moaned, the tightness and heat of Malina's pussy driving him wild. The sound of his hips smacking against the two demons, the feeling of his body pressing against theirs, and the sweet smell of their mixed sweat and perfume overwhelmed his senses. "C-CUMMING!"

"AH AH, O-OH AZAZEL~" Malina screamed, her insides being stretched as Azazel's hot seed filled her pussy and womb. Her belly expanded, her face contorting in pleasure as Azazel came inside her once again.

But Azazel was far from satisfied. His member pulsed with energy, yearning to feel more of the demons' warm walls. "Hehe, not bad, kiddo," Justice said with a smile, her eyes on Malina's blushing face. The sour demon covered her face with one hand, embarrassed, as she panted from the intense climax she had just experienced. "You hit it pretty good, I must admit."

Azazel barely registered her words, his mind consumed by lust as he placed his hand on Justice's hips and aimed his cock at her stuffed entrance. "Az?" Justice called out, noticing his silence. The only response she received was the feeling of his massive cock splitting her pussy in two once again. "O-OH F-FUCK, AZ!" Justice moaned as Azazel shoved his entire length inside her in one quick movement. "Heheh, Mmmh, you're not playing around, are you?" Justice giggled, her body welcoming his thrusts.

Azazel ignored her words, his eyes filled with lust as he pounded Justice's pussy with abandon.

"Mmmmm~ o-oh a-az~ that's right~ keep pounding my awesome pussy," Justice moaned, her tail swaying happily from side to side. Her body squirmed with pleasure, her hands and feet digging into the sheets as she glanced down at Malina, who lay barely conscious.

"M-mmmph," Azazel mumbled, his breath heavy, his hips moving back and forth. His balls slapped against Justice's body, his manhood penetrating her over and over again.

"S-soooo gooood~" Justice moaned, Azazel's shaft scraping her walls, spreading her inner depths and hitting her cervix repeatedly. His thrusts grew harder and more frantic, his grip tightening, his breathing rapid, and his body tensing as he neared his climax.

"H-huh?" Malina began to open her eyes, the first thing she saw being Justice's face plastered with a smile of pure bliss. Their bodies moved together, their flesh rubbing against each other, their breasts pressing together as their nipples brushed.

"H-hey, m-mal~ like what you see?~" Justice teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Malina blushed, her mind still clouded from the intense climax she had just experienced. The warmth of Azazel's seed still filled her, leaving her legs trembling.

"F-fuck," Malina barely managed to say, her voice weak as warm liquid poured from her intimacy.

"O-OH OH CRUMBS~ BISCUITS~ HOLY MOLY~ OH HEAVENS!" Azazel howled, his voice filled with innocent exclamations as his orgasm approached.

"O-oh yeah, K-KEEP GOING, AZ! I'M CLOSE! FILL THIS AWESOME PUSSY! I KNOW YOU LOVE IT~" Justice screamed, her voice echoing through the room as Malina could only watch, blushing at the ancient demon's words.

"JUSTICE~ JUSTICE~ JUSTICE~" Azazel cried out, his thrusts becoming erratic as his hips sped up, slamming against Justice's ass with increasing force.

"A-AZ, A-AZ, O-OH FUCK, AZAZEL! YES, YES, YES, YEEEEEESSSS!"

Justice howled at the top of her lungs as she reached her climax, her juices flooding her pussy as Azazel's seed mixed with them.

"O-OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Azazel roared into the heavens, his member spurting thick ropes of his white essence into Justice's pussy.

Azazel's grip loosened, his shaft slipping out of Justice as his warm seed poured from her and dripped onto Malina's crotch.

"W-wow," Malina gasped, watching the scene unfold. But before she could say another word, Azazel aimed at her entrance again. "K-KYAAAAH!" Malina squealed as Azazel quickly penetrated her once more. "A-AZAZEL?" she called out, but received no response. Azazel was no longer in control, his instincts taking over as his cock guided him.

"Hehehe, holy shit~ Kiddo's gone feral," Justice said, watching as Malina moaned and writhed in pleasure with each thrust. "M-MALINAAAAAA!" Azazel moaned, his voice deep and primal as his hips slammed against hers.

"A-AH, AZAZEL! A-AZ!" Malina cried out, her body trembling as Azazel pounded her pussy with all his strength. His shaft reached her deepest points, his balls slapping against her crotch as their bodies collided, their fluids mixing together.

The pounding continued until Azazel came inside her once more. "FUUUUUUUCK~" the young angel roared, his thick seed pouring into her insides.

"A-AZAZEL! A-AZ!" Malina moaned, her face covered in drool, her body trembling, and her legs twitching from the overwhelming pleasure. Her toes curled, and her arms wrapped around Azazel's back as she clung to him.

Slowly, Azazel pulled out of Malina, his cock still hardened and yearning for more.

"Are you still not satisfied?" Justice would say with a lustful smile while shaking his tail. 

"Hehe~ don't worry, Az... we have all night to train, right, Malina?" The awesome devil would ask the young demoness, but she would be wide-eyed and salivating, her brain still fried from the intense climax that the angel had given her. 

"Shit... you fucked her up real good, kiddo," the devil grinned as she stared at the angel. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? It's my turn." For a few seconds, Azazel would swallow as he slowly approached the demon for more. 

In the next couple of hours, Azazel, Malina, and Justice would be caught in a complete trance, a dance of lust as they let out all their carnal desires. For Azazel, everything would move so fast that he felt as if he were losing absolute control as he let his instincts take over. It was wild and passionate, mindless sex... he almost didn't want it to ever end, but one thing was certain in this universe: nothing lasts forever. Eventually, after losing count, the angel would cum on the faces of the two demons, covering their faces in white with small lines of his seed, and then fall exhausted on the bed, breathing heavily, heart beating like crazy, body tired and sweaty while she was still clouded by all the pleasure. 

"W-wow," that would be the only thing she would say as she stared at the ceiling in complete shock at how much she enjoyed this. Malina and Justice would quickly follow, lying down next to each other in a similar state to hers, except Justice, who seemed pretty cool. In fact, she would lie down posing in front of Azazel in such a cool way and with her glasses on that Azazel honestly expected her to take out a cigarette to smoke at any moment. 

"T-that was... hot as fuck," Malina would pant as she stared at the ceiling with Azazel while her mind processed the insane hours they passed. 

"That was the greatest fuck of my entire life," the sour demon would say, her grumpy demeanor completely gone as a lustful smile remained stuck on her face. 

"Y-yeah," Azazel would say with a smile and blinking. 

"That was—" 

"Pretty awesome?" Justice would interrupt the young angel, giving him a small smile and wink while she pressed her sweaty, sleeping body against his. 

"Y-yeah, it was pretty awesome." 

"C-could we do this again someday?" Malina would ask somewhat shyly while trying to avoid the two of them seeing her. 

"Yeah, sure, you can join our little training sessions," Justice would say with a smile, her perfect white teeth shining with her grin. 

"Yes, we would be happy to have you, Malina," Azazel would say with that innocent, pure angel smile of his, which only caused Malina to become embarrassed. 

"In fact... I think we could continue tonight if you want." 

"Huh?" Azazel's attitude would turn to one of confusion upon hearing what she said. 

"Really? Well, shit, let's do it then," Malina would say, getting up from the bed and looking at Azazel. 

"Come on, Az, let's do another round." 

"A-indeed." The two demons would become confused to see how the angel opposed the idea of more sex and feared their old attitudes would start to return. 

"W-well, I'm not against it, b-but what do you think if I go to the bathroom for a bit and freshen up before we continue?" The two demons would look at each other, shrugging as they looked at the angel. 

"Yeah, sure..." 

"No problem, kiddo, take all the time you need." Azazel would smile as he got out of bed and quickly ran to Malina's bathroom to clean up a bit and freshen up for another round. 

"He's so cute~" Justice would say with a smile as she watched the angel walk so innocently to the bathroom after such levels of depravity that had happened. 

"Now..." Justice would turn to Malina, who would momentarily become worried upon realizing that she was alone with her. 

"So, are we even after everything that happened?" Justice would nod with that smile of hers, but Malina still couldn't help but be a little nervous of her as she studied her. 

"It's water under the bridge, but still, it's not cool to steal the little angel after you were the one who rejected the idea." 

"I know, I know... I screwed up, okay? It's my fault for getting this way," she would admit somewhat annoyed. 

"Listen... like I said before, I have no problem with you joining us, but at least ask my permission, okay?" Slowly, Malina would look up and nod to her proposition. 

"Good... because at least we have two or three days to make it the week of him, your sister, and her." The room would fall silent when they realized how little time they had... only a day or two, and it would be Pandemonica and Zdrada's week. Honestly, Azazel didn't see Pandemonica well with someone as innocent as Az. 

"I-is it going to be okay?" 

"I don't know," Justice would say somewhat worried, but a smile would appear on her lips that made it disappear. "But I know Az, and she has overcome a lot... I know he will." The two would nod, knowing very well how much the angel had grown.

"Well... while we wait for Azazel, do you want to have some fun?" Malina would ask, somewhat excited at the idea of kissing the amazing demon again. 

"You know my answer." Before she could ask, Justice would pounce on the sour demon as the two began to make out in the bed while holding their sweaty bodies. 

Meanwhile, on Azazel's side...

The angel would find himself taking a few seconds of rest, washing his face with water to wake up a little while he thought about all the things that had happened. Everything changed forever since that week with Miss Modeus, and honestly, he had done so many things that he would never have imagined himself doing. Things that probably broke the rules, but at the same time, it was like Lucifer and Modeus said: if it was for the good of heaven, surely even the Lord would forgive his transgressions once he finished his work. Besides... it was fun and felt extremely good. Surely he was okay if he did all this for his thesis...

While he washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror, he would see something that made his eyes widen when he noticed it, making him lose his breath and almost scream in horror. Between his perfect and straight black hair, he saw the vision of several strands beginning to lose their black color for gray and some even white. 

"AH!" Azazel couldn't help but let out a scream when he noticed the white hairs emerging in his fur. Did it mean that... he was maybe... No, no, no, that was ridiculous; angels don't fall, like Miss Lucifer said. Surely it had to be an illness or allergic reaction... yes, surely that was nothing more. The angel would smile nervously in denial while looking at himself in the mirror, and he could even swear that he saw his halo flicker for a very small moment. 

"It's okay... everything is okay. When I finish today, I will go to my room and dye my hair black again, and everything will be perfect," he would say with a small nervous laugh. 

The reality was that for some time now, his hair had been turning white. Ever since he arrived at this house with the helltaker, every day, new white hairs began to appear. At first, it was just one or two, but quickly they became several, so to hide it, he had to dye his hair with spray. Maybe it was an allergic reaction to being so close to a demon like he had been doing lately? Or maybe this is an effect that angels suffer in the mortal world. So many questions but so little time. 

"AZ, are you coming or not?" Justice would call impatiently to the angel as they began to get him back. 

"I'm coooooming," he would say, quickly fixing his hair so the white and gray hairs wouldn't show easily. 

"Everything's okay, it's normal... yes," he would say in denial as he turned around and headed for the door. 

"Maybe Malina and Justice could help her test that first theory of whether or not long exposure to demons caused these kinds of effects." The angel would sigh, trying to relax from the panic as a smile grew on his lips... everything was okay... after all, falling is just a myth... 

Right?

Chapter Text

Once again, all the girls in the Helltaker house, with the exception of four members, would be gathered around the kitchen table in the middle of a meeting, waiting for the subject of their discussion to fall asleep.  

"Are you all here?" Lucifer asked, crossing her fingers as she looked at the girls present.  

"All of them... except Justice and Malina," Cerberus replied between laughs. "They're making sure the angel falls asleep happily." With their heightened senses, the three-headed demon could hear how the two were ensuring the angel was thoroughly exhausted before he drifted off.  

"We also don't have Justice's little prodigy here, as she refused to participate in our little game," Pandemonica added, taking a sip of her coffee with an indifferent expression as she waited patiently. Judgement had been one of the first to refuse to participate in the fun with the angel, but unlike Malina, who quickly changed her mind, the girls doubted Judgement would ever be interested.  

"And we can't forget that my fellow succubus is on timeout after almost fucking our new source of entertainment to death," Lucifer remarked. Modeus had spent most of the week in punishment in the demon secretary's dungeon as penance, awaiting the queen's decision on when to release the insatiable demon.  

"Ugh, why does little Malinka get to have her fun with the twerp when she said she wasn't interested?" Zdrada complained with a groan, smoking a cigarette in annoyance. But as soon as she placed the cigarette to her lips, Pandemonica snatched it away in the blink of an eye, leaving the rebellious demon upset yet powerless against her mistress.  

"No smoking in the house," Pandemonica said coldly, crushing the cigarette in her hand and tossing it into the trash with ease. "Besides... it was Justice's week. She allowed Malina to participate, so it's fine."  

Zdrada seemed ready to protest but instead stayed quiet, muttering a few jealous curses under her breath about her little sister.  

It wasn’t long before Justice and Malina finally appeared, their clothes and hair disheveled after hours of fun with Azazel. They were still adjusting their outfits as they approached the table.  

"They finally arrived," Lucifer said with a sigh, noting the messy state of the two.  

"Sup," Justice said casually, completely relaxed as she took her seat. Malina, on the other hand, looked slightly flushed, fixing her clothes and avoiding eye contact with the others.  

"Did you have fun, little Malinka?" Zdrada teased, poking fun at her little sister with her usual mocking smile.  

"Fuck off," Malina replied sternly, flipping her sister the finger as Zdrada laughed mockingly.  

"Is Azazel sleep?" Lucifer asked seriously, wanting to ensure the angel couldn’t overhear their plans.  

"Oh yeah... we rocked his whole world. He won’t wake up until tomorrow," Justice said confidently, stretching her body.  

"So, why are we meeting now?" Malina asked, curious about the sudden gathering.  

Lucifer sighed and gestured to her secretary, who prepared to speak.  

"As many of you know, the next two weeks will be mine and Zdrada’s turn to have Azazel," Pandemonica began. Everyone nodded in agreement. "And as Modeus, Justice, and Malina have seen, Azazel isn’t the most dominant individual. I want to use the first week to fix that."  

Whispers broke out among the demons as they exchanged glances, curious about Pandemonica’s plan.  

"Okay, but why are you telling us this?" Malina asked, still confused.  

"Because I’ll need your help with this little training session," Pandemonica replied, surprising several of the demons with her request.  

"But we’re not allowed to touch the angel for the entire week," Justice pointed out, now more confused than surprised.  

"How are we supposed to help you if we can’t even touch him?" Malina asked, raising an eyebrow.  

"You won’t need to touch him...i have a plan" Pandemonica lean in to the girls. "this is what you’ll do," Pandemonica explained, laying out her detailed plan for the week to mold the little angel into a more dominant figure.  

The next morning, Azazel woke up with a soft smile on her face, stretching lazily before sitting up in bed. She glanced around, finding herself completely alone, but she didn’t worry too much—after all, the others probably had their own things to do. With a small yawn, she slipped out from under the covers, her bare feet touching the cool floor as she made her way toward the bathroom in her room.

Her relaxed expression quickly shifted to one of concern the moment she caught her reflection in the mirror. Leaning in closer, she carefully inspected her hair, her fingers running through the strands until she spotted them—more gray hairs than before, creeping in like unwelcome intruders. "O-oh no... t-this isn’t good," she muttered to herself, a slight tremble in her voice as she frantically scanned the nearby shelves. After a bit of fumbling, her fingers closed around a familiar can—black hair dye spray.

"O-okay, nothing a little paint can’t hide," she whispered, trying to reassure herself even though deep down, she knew this was more than just a cosmetic fix. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her hair, pulling it aside to expose the patches of silver that had begun to spread. "Here I go..." Holding her breath, she brought the spray close and began coating the offending strands, watching as the dark pigment swallowed up the gray until it blended seamlessly with the rest of her hair.

"There..." Azazel exhaled, forcing a smile as she examined her reflection. The gray was gone, at least for now. "Everything's better..."

But at that exact moment, the halo floating above her head flickered—just for a fraction of a second—its usual radiant glow dimming before snapping back to normal. "Huh?" The anomaly didn’t escape her notice. She reached up, tapping the halo lightly as if testing its stability. "That was weird..." Shaking off the unease, she plastered on another smile. "Well, time for breakfast."

After getting dressed, she stepped out of her room and into the hallway, only to pause. The house was... quiet. Too quiet. Normally, by this time, there’d be shouting, the clatter of some chaotic scuffle, or at least the distant hum of bickering. But today, an eerie stillness hung in the air. Azazel’s nerves prickled—this kind of calm usually meant trouble.

Cautiously, she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, where she found only two occupants: Pandemonica, typing away at her laptop with her usual detached focus, and Zdrada, lounging nearby with her typical air of disinterest.

"Good morning," Azazel greeted politely, raising a hand in a small wave.

"Good morning..." Pandemonica replied flatly, not even glancing up from her screen, while Zdrada didn’t bother acknowledging her at all.

Azazel frowned slightly, scanning the empty kitchen. "Where is everyone?"

"Shopping," Pandemonica answered, her tone indifferent as she took a slow sip of coffee, her fingers never pausing on the keyboard.

Azazel’s eyes narrowed. "At this time of the morning? Huh..." Suspicion nagged at her, but she brushed it off—this was just another one of the demons’ odd behaviors, right? Shrugging, she moved toward the counter to prepare her breakfast.

Then, Pandemonica spoke again, her voice oddly... pleasant. "Oh, Azazel, by the way—would you do me a favor and bring me the coffee pot? I’d like to pour myself some more."

Azazel froze. That was... unusual. Pandemonica wasn’t the type to ask nicely—if she wanted something, she either took it or demanded it outright. The fact that she was being this civil sent a tiny alarm ringing in Azazel’s mind. But, ever the optimist, she dismissed it as coincidence.

"Sure, Miss Pandemonica..." Azazel nodded, forcing a smile as she turned toward the coffee machine, reaching for the pot.

As Azazel turned away, oblivious to the silent exchange happening behind her back, Pandemonica locked eyes with Zdrada and gave a subtle nod - the signal they'd been waiting for. Azazel turned back with an innocent smile, coffee pot in hand, already halfway to Pandemonica when Zdrada's foot suddenly shot out, perfectly positioned to trip the unsuspecting angel.

"OOooooof!" The world tilted violently as Azazel's face met the cold kitchen tiles with a painful smack. The coffee pot slipped from her fingers, shattering spectacularly against the floor, sending dark liquid splattering across the tiles in an expanding pool. "A-ouch..." Azazel groaned, pushing herself up on trembling arms just in time to see the last drops of precious coffee dripping from the broken ceramic shards.

Her blood ran cold as she slowly turned her head upward to meet Pandemonica's gaze. The secretary's expression had transformed from bored indifference to something far more terrifying - the calm before the storm. "Azazel," she purred, rising from her chair with deliberate slowness that somehow made the moment more horrifying.

"M-Miss Pandemonica, I-I t-this..." Azazel stammered, scrambling backward on her hands as coffee soaked into her clothes.

"That was the only coffee pot we had," Pandemonica continued, each word dripping with quiet menace as she began snapping her fingers in a slow, rhythmic pattern that made Azazel's pulse race. "And you just broke it. All my coffee... gone." The air grew thick with unspoken violence.

"M-Miss P-Pandemonica, w-wait! It was an accident! I-I tripped and..." Azazel's pleas fell on deaf ears as she backed herself into a corner, literally and figuratively.

The demon secretary loomed closer, her shadow swallowing the trembling angel whole. "I asked for one simple favor," she whispered, her voice deceptively soft. "But it seems you can't complete even the most basic tasks." Each syllable made Azazel shrink further into herself.

"Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson or two, little angel," Pandemonica concluded, her smile widening as Azazel's face drained of color.

"W-wait! M-Miss Pandemonica, c-can we talk about this? I-I'm sure we can work something t-" Azazel's desperate bargaining was cut short as everything suddenly went black.

"H-huh?"

Consciousness returned with the pounding rhythm of a jackhammer in her skull. Azazel blinked groggily, her vision swimming as she tried to piece together where she was. The familiar scent of leather and disinfectant hit her nose before her eyes could focus on the array of terrifying implements lining the walls - Pandemonica's private playroom, a place she'd only ever been during Pandemonica's sessions with Zdrada and The helltaker (of course recording everything).

"O-oh no..." Azazel whimpered, attempting to move only to be greeted by the cold bite of metal restraints. Her arms were securely fastened to the chair's armrests, legs spread and anchored to the front legs. A more thorough self-assessment revealed two horrifying truths: first, he was completely naked, his uniform nowhere to be seen; second, and far more distressing, his most carefully guarded secret was on full display - the prominent erection standing at attention between his thighs.

"Welcome, Azazel..." The smooth, mocking tone sent a fresh wave of terror through the restrained angel. Her head snapped up to see Pandemonica materialize from the shadows, clad in her usual dominatrix leathers, casually leading a leashed Zdrada by a thick collar. The normally rebellious demon crawled obediently on all fours, her usual smirk hidden behind a tight gimp mask.

"Did you sleep well?" Pandemonica asked with faux sweetness, circling her captive like a shark.

"M-Miss Pandemonica!" Azazel squeaked, torn between terror at her predicament and utter humiliation at her exposed state. "I-I can explain! Th-this isn't what it looks like-"

"I already know about your little secret," Pandemonica interrupted, her gloved fingers trailing along Azazel's thigh almost touching his manhood, making the angel shudder. "Though 'little' might not be the most accurate term," she added with a pointed glance downward his cock.

"Y-you know about my secret? H-how?" Azazel's voice cracked with disbelief.

The room erupted with cruel laughter from both demons. "Oh please, Azazel," Pandemonica chuckled, releasing Zdrada's leash to complete her circuit around the chair. "It's not like you've been very discreet." Her fingers danced along the back of the chair, inches from Azazel's bare skin. "All week, Zdrada and I have heard your... enthusiastic sessions with Modeus, Justice-"

"And my little sister Malinka," Zdrada interjected with a muffled giggle, immediately earning a vicious glare from her mistress.

"Silence, pet," Pandemonica snapped, her voice like a whip crack. "I didn't give you permission to speak." Without hesitation, Zdrada bowed her head and secured her ball gag, the earlier defiance replaced with obedient submission.

"But like I was saying," Pandemonica continued, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she pressed a single finger against the trembling angel's chest, "it was really quite difficult to ignore your little... escapades with the others in the house." Azazel flinched instinctively, expecting pain from the sadistic demon's touch, but instead found her finger tracing slow, deliberate patterns across his chest.

"Every single night," she murmured, her clawed digit moving in lazy circles, "those obscene noises you made with those three made it impossible for me to concentrate on my duties." There was some truth to her words - the constant moans and bedspring creaks had indeed been distracting during her long hours of paperwork. "But I tolerated it," she continued, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I was patient. I let you have your fun."

Her finger began its slow descent down his torso, moving with deliberate slowness toward his crotch. "But wasting my precious coffee?" Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper. "The only thing that makes my existence tolerable? Oh, little angel... this time you've crossed a line."

Azazel swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "W-what are you going to do to me?"

Pandemonica's lips curled into a predatory smile as her finger finally reached its destination, hovering just above his member. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson" she purred, the way she emphasized "teach" leaving no doubt that this would be anything but pleasant.

Her claw traced the outline of his shaft with clinical precision, studying its shape and length. "Mmmm," she hummed mockingly, "I can see why Justice, Modeus, and Zdrada's sister fancy you so much~" Her claws encircled him in a loose but threatening grip.

"P-please, M-Miss Pandemonica, y-you don't have to do this—"

"Silence." The command was sharp as a blade, her grip tightening just enough to make the threat clear. Azazel immediately clamped his mouth shut, squeezing his eyes shut in silent prayer that she wouldn't make good on her unspoken threat.

"I must admit," she mused, her fingers beginning to move with slow, deliberate strokes, "you're quite well equipped... for an angel." Each movement of her experienced fingers drew involuntary grunts from the trembling celestial being.

"M-Miss P-Pandemonica, w-what are you—"

"Did I not say silence?" Her grip became punishing for just an instant, enough to make her point before relaxing again. "Unless you'd prefer I remove this troublesome thing entirely?" The malicious gleam in her eyes left no doubt she was serious. Azazel could only gulp nervously and submit to her ministrations.

"Mmmmm..." Despite his fear, Azazel couldn't suppress the small moans escaping his lips as Pandemonica's expert touch worked him to full hardness. "I'm still impressed," the demon secretary mused, watching with clinical fascination as his member swelled to its full size under her ministrations.

Azazel's cock stood fully erect now, throbbing with need, a bead of precum already forming at the tip and trailing down his length. Pandemonica's fingers moved with practiced ease, massaging and stroking in ways that drew increasingly desperate sounds from the angel.

"So big and hard already," she taunted, "and I've barely even touched you..." Azazel could only blush and whimper as her hand worked him over, each movement calculated to maximize both pleasure and humiliation.

"M-Miss Pandemonica- AH!" His protest turned into a sharp cry as her claws found the sensitive head, applying just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain. Her fingers moved with cruel precision, sliding from tip to base and back again in slow, measured strokes.

Each touch was masterfully executed, making the angel writhe in conflicting waves of pleasure and apprehension. 'N-none of the girls compare to her hands...' Azazel thought desperately between moans, 'm-maybe J-Justice, but she's too gentle...' His fingers clawed at the chair beneath him as his cock throbbed with desperate need. The pleasure was overwhelming, but the ever-present threat of her sadistic nature kept it from being truly enjoyable.

"Ah, enjoying my hands, little angel?" Pandemonica teased, her fingers applying just a bit more pressure than necessary. When he didn't immediately respond, her grip turned punishing. "Answer."

"Y-yes...i-it feels good" Azazel could only manage breathy moans as Pandemonica continued massaging her throbbing member. Her entire body trembled with barely restrained desire, every nerve alight with pleasure. The angel's cock ached terribly, twitching desperately in the demon's grasp as her breathing came in short, sharp gasps that grew more erratic with each passing second.

"Really? How much do you like it?" Pandemonica purred, her fingers expertly working along the length of Azazel's shaft, feeling it pulse and jump at her every touch. The angel panted heavily, her hips giving small involuntary thrusts into the demon's hand.

"Y-yes i-i like it so much..." The contrast of cold metal restraints against her heated skin was driving Azazel wild, and the way Pandemonica's fingers moved with such precision was pushing her toward madness. She needed more - no, she craved more, her entire being focused on that single point of contact.

"Is that so...is my touch really that good?" Pandemonica whispered directly into Azazel's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down the angel's spine. "Tell me, little angel.. would you like more?" Her fingers gave a particularly firm stroke to emphasize her point.

"Y-yes please give me m-more!" Azazel begged, her voice cracking as Pandemonica's hand continued its tantalizing descent.

"Do you want to feel more of my hands?" The demon's voice dropped to a husky murmur as her fingers trailed lower. "Or perhaps...you'd prefer other parts of my body?"

"Yes p-please I-I need more!" Azazel was reduced to desperate pleading now, squirming helplessly in her restraints. Her cock throbbed painfully, each pulse bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Precum beaded at the tip, evidence of just how far gone she was.

"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" Pandemonica whispered darkly, her hand finally reaching the base of Azazel's member. Her sharp claws slowly wrapped around the sensitive flesh, applying just enough pressure to make the angel whimper.

"Y-yes m-miss Pandemonica I'm so close!" Azazel sobbed, her body shaking violently as pleasure built to unbearable levels. Every stroke brought her nearer to release, her balls tightening in anticipation.

"You want to cum, little angel?"

"Y-yes p-please!"

Without warning, Pandemonica suddenly increased her pace, her hand becoming a blur of motion. Azazel's back arched sharply as she cried out. "M-Miss P-p-pandemonica I-I'm not g-gonna-" She could feel her orgasm rushing toward her, her balls drawing up tight as her cock prepared to erupt. "I-I'm g-gonna-"

Just as Azazel teetered on the very brink of climax, Pandemonica abruptly released her grip, leaving the angel's pulsing member twitching in empty air. "H-huh?" Azazel looked down in dazed confusion, only to see the sadistic demon smirking up at her with predatory satisfaction.

"Really, Azazel?" Pandemonica asked mockingly, stepping back to admire her handiwork - the angel's painfully erect cock, desperate for release but denied. "I think you're forgetting something important." She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "This is your punishment, not a reward."

"B-but, p-please m-miss Pandemonica...I-I need it," Azazel begged pitifully, her cock throbbing with unspent need. The ache of being denied was almost physically painful, her balls heavy and unsatisfied. "Im s-sorry for spilling your coffee, it was an accident..." she tried again, hoping to appeal to the demon's mercy.

"Sorry won't be enough..." Pandemonica stalked closer, placing her hands on the armrests of Azazel's chair and caging the angel in. "Oh no, you'll need to offer much more than just an apology..." Her smile turned wicked as she pushed away from the chair. "I think I'm going to have to teach you some proper manners..."

As Pandemonica moved toward a nearby table laden with various implements of sexual torture, Zdrada quickly crawled over to the restrained angel. "Don't worry, little angel," the secretary purred as zdrada began undoing Azazel's restraints in silence. "We're going to use this entire week to properly educate you on how to behave in this household."

The moment the shackles came off, Azazel rose unsteadily from the chair, rubbing her sore wrists with trembling hands. Pandemonica's voice cut through the air like a whip: "And we're going to start by getting that uncontrollable libido of yours under control." The demon held up a particularly sinister-looking device, her grin widening as Azazel paled. "Let's begin your lessons, shall we?"

"W-what do you mean by that?" Azazel's voice trembled as she took an involuntary step back, her wide eyes darting between Pandemonica and the creepy doll sitting on the desk.

That split-second distraction was all the demon secretary needed. "Zdrada... restrain her," Pandemonica commanded, her voice dripping with sinister amusement.

"H-huh?" Before Azazel could react, she felt strong hands clamp around her arms from behind. Zdrada's leather-clad body pressed against her back as the rebellious demon effortlessly twisted Azazel's arms behind her in a practiced motion.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Azazel shrieked, thrashing wildly in Zdrada's iron grip. Her wings flapped uselessly as she tried to break free, but the demon only tightened her hold, digging her nails into the angel's soft flesh.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?" Azazel's voice cracked with terror as she watched Pandemonica turn toward her collection of... implements. The demon hummed a cheerful tune as she rummaged through the drawers, the sound somehow more frightening than any threat.

"Let's start your training~" Pandemonica sang, finally pulling out her chosen device and turning to face the trembling angel. "Do you know what this is?" She dangled the contraption in front of Azazel's face - a sturdy leather belt with a cold metal ring at the center, from which protruded several phallic-shaped bars locked together with a small padlock.

"N-no, Mistress..." Azazel whispered, though she had a terrible suspicion. She'd seen similar devices at the academy, worn by the most devout angels as symbols of purity.

"This is a chastity belt for men," Pandemonica purred, running a finger along the cruel metal bars. Azazel's breath hitched as realization dawned.

The demon moved with practiced efficiency, securing the belt around Azazel's waist before she could protest further. The angel gasped as the cold metal ring encircled her most sensitive parts, the bars clicking shut with finality around her trapped member. The padlock snapped closed with a sound that might as well have been a prison door slamming.

"From now on," Pandemonica continued, giving the belt an experimental tug that made Azazel whimper, "we're going to have some rules. You will respect them, or face... unpleasant consequences. Capiche?"

Azazel could only nod frantically, her face burning with humiliation as Zdrada's mocking laughter filled the room.

"Good. Rule number one," Pandemonica held up a finger. "This belt stays on at all times. Not that you could remove it anyway," she jingled a small silver key before tucking it into her cleavage, "but any attempt will be met with severe punishment."

Azazel shuddered. She'd experienced Pandemonica's idea of "discipline" before - the demon could make pain feel like pleasure when she wanted to, but Azazel had no doubt she could make it hurt properly if angered.

"You may request the key for bathroom breaks or bathing," Pandemonica conceded, "but it goes right back on afterward. Even while sleeping." That at least seemed reasonable, and Azazel nodded meekly.

"Rule two," the demon continued, her smile turning predatory. "For these two weeks, no sexual activity whatsoever. No fucking the other girls, no touching yourself." She leaned in close, her breath hot against Azazel's ear. "And if I catch you coming... you'll wish you'd never been born. Understood?"

Azazel's stomach dropped. With her already heightened libido, two weeks of enforced chastity sounded like torture. But what choice did she have? "Y-yes, ma'am..." she squeaked.

"Finally," Pandemonica's voice dropped to a dangerous purr, her eyes boring into Azazel's soul, "every night when the others are asleep, you will come here. No excuses, no delays. Understood?"

The angel nodded so vigorously her halo wobbled. Pandemonica's terrifying glare softened slightly. "Good. Since you're being so cooperative, I'll let you leave early today."

"HUH?!" Zdrada's outraged shriek made Azazel jump. The demon's grip tightened painfully before Pandemonica waved a dismissive hand.

"Let her go, pet..."

Zdrada released Azazel with a frustrated growl, her leather gloves creaking as she clenched her fists.

"Your clothes are on that dresser," Pandemonica pointed to a wardrobe in the corner. "Get dressed and leave. Now. Before I change my mind."

Azazel didn't need telling twice. She scrambled to the wardrobe, throwing it open to reveal rows of humiliating BDSM outfits. Her pristine white uniform sat folded neatly amidst the leather and lace, and she grabbed it with trembling hands, dressing faster than she ever had before.

As the door clicked shut behind the fleeing angel, Zdrada tore off her ball gag with a snarl. "What the hell was that, Pandemonica?!" she demanded, smoke practically pouring from her nostrils. "I thought we were going to break the little twerp in properly!"

Pandemonica merely raised a hand, and Zdrada immediately dropped to her knees, though her furious glare remained.

"Patience, pet," the secretary demon chuckled, stroking Zdrada's hair like one might soothe a temperamental dog. "We need to temper our little angel first. Nightly training sessions for us, while the others work on him during the day." Her grin turned wicked. "In two weeks, Azazel will be perfectly molded to our needs... and I'll let you have the first taste."

Zdrada's hips jerked at the promise, a feral grin splitting her face as she eagerly shoved the ball gag back between her teeth.

"Now," Pandemonica's voice turned icy as she produced a wicked-looking paddle, "about that little outburst earlier..." Zdrada didn't resist as her mistress grabbed her collar, already wet with anticipation for her "punishment." The basement soon echoed with the sounds of leather striking flesh and Zdrada's muffled moans of pleasure-pain.

"T-that was close..." Azazel exhaled shakily as he stumbled through the basement door, his back pressing against the wood as he tried to steady his breathing. His heart hammered in his chest—partly from fear, partly from the lingering thrill of what had just happened. The memory of Pandemonica's dominance sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, his body still thrumming with a dangerous mix of terror and arousal.

As he adjusted his disheveled clothes, his fingers brushed against the cold metal of the chastity belt clamped around his waist, a stark reminder of his predicament. "Two weeks with this thing... h-how difficult can it be?" he muttered, trying to sound more confident than he felt. Logically, it should be simple—avoid the girls, stay out of trouble, and survive Pandemonica’s punishment. But in this house? Nothing was ever that easy.

His stomach growled loudly, protesting the skipped breakfast, but at this point, it was nearly noon—might as well wait for lunch. With a sigh, he pushed off the door and started down the hallway toward his room, determined to distract himself by documenting the morning’s... events for his thesis.

"O-oooh J-justice, yes~"

Azazel froze mid-step. That voice—soft, breathless, undeniably Lucifer’s—drifted from behind the slightly ajar door of the Queen of Hell’s chambers. His cheeks burned instantly. "Th-is that Luci?" he whispered, torn between curiosity and guilt. The sinful moans grew louder, punctuated by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin. "I-I shouldn’t..." He took a half-step back, but then—

"Y-yes~ j-just like that, Justice... satisfy your queen~"

Oh no.

Every ounce of self-control shattered. His cock strained against the chastity belt, the metal biting into his flesh as arousal flooded his veins. "Mmghh... w-well, I guess curiosity isn’t a sin," he rationalized weakly, creeping toward the door like a sinner drawn to temptation.

The sight inside stole his breath.

Lucifer—proud, regal Lucifer—was on all fours, her face buried in a pillow while her hips arched back, presenting herself shamelessly to Justice. The smug demon knelt behind her, driving a thick black strap-on deep into the queen’s dripping pussy with relentless thrusts. "Hehe, d’you like that, Lu? Love it when I wreck this pretty little cunt~" Justice teased, her grin wicked as she picked up the pace.

"Mmghh s-shut up!" Lucifer’s voice was muffled by the pillow, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Speechless, huh? Then I’d better try harder~" Justice’s hips snapped forward, the lewd slap-slap-slap echoing through the room.

Azazel’s knees nearly buckled. His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to touch himself, to release—but the chastity belt denied him even that. The urge to push the door open, to step inside and watch properly, was almost overwhelming. Only the memory of Pandemonica’s warning kept him rooted in place.

"M-mnghh J-justice, I-I’m close..." Lucifer’s thighs trembled, her moans pitching higher.

"Cumming already? Wow, your Majesty must’ve really missed me," Justice taunted, slowing just enough to savor Lucifer’s desperation.

"A-a-ah J-JUSTICE!" The queen’s back arched violently as she came, her walls clenching around the strap-on while Justice chuckled darkly.

"Oof, already? Okay, round two—" In one swift motion, Justice flipped Lucifer onto her back, spreading her legs wide before plunging back in.

"J-JUSTICE, W-WAIT—I JUST CAME—Oooooo~!"

Azazel bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to stay, to watch, to join and—

'No. NO' With Herculean effort, he tore himself away, hurrying down the hall—only to stop dead at another set of sinful sounds.

"MMMmmhhph sluuuuurp~ sluuuuuuurp~"
"Mmmmghhh~ mmggghhh~ A-AH~ mgghhh~"
"sluuuuuurp~ sluuuuuurp~ sluuuuurp~"

This time, the noises came from Cerberus’s room. The door, just like Lucifer’s, was cracked open.

Azazel’s brain short-circuited. Twice in a row? That couldn’t be a coincidence. But logic was drowning under the rush of blood south, his trapped cock throbbing painfully. "...I shouldn’t," he whispered, even as his feet carried him closer.

"Okay... just a peek. Just one."

He peered inside.

Oh. Oh no.

The three hellhounds were a tangled mess of limbs, their naked bodies coiled together in a lewd triangle. Each Cerberus had her face buried between another’s thighs, tongues working in unison as they feasted on each other’s pussies with obscene, wet noises.

The moans, the wet squelching sounds, and the thick, sweet scent of feminine arousal leaking from under the door made Azazel's caged dick twitch violently against its restraints. "Mngh~" His hands instinctively traveled downward, fingers wrapping around the cold metal bulge of the chastity cage, squeezing desperately as if he could somehow alleviate the unbearable pressure through the unyielding steel.

"MMmngh~ A-Ah~ Mmmggh~" "Slurp~ yes~ yes~" "sluuuuuuuurp~ sluuuuuuurp~" The chorus of pleasure from inside the room sent electric jolts through Azazel's trapped length. The three hellhounds were lost in each other, their forked tongues delving deep into slick folds, each competing to draw the most obscene sounds from their sisters. The scent of their combined arousal was intoxicating - musk and salt and something distinctly demonic that made Azazel's mouth water and his balls ache.

"S-so hot," Azazel whimpered, his fingers tracing the outline of his imprisoned member through the chastity belt's fabric. The metal ring around the base felt like it was burning him, his erection straining so hard he feared the cage might actually bend. His wide eyes remained glued to the sliver of visible action through the slightly ajar door - a tangle of pale limbs, glistening pink flesh, and flickering tongues.

In his mind's eye, the fantasy played out in vivid detail: his free hands gripping Cerberus's hips as he plunged his aching length into her scorching depths, her tight walls milking him while another head pressed hungry kisses along his neck. The third would be sprawled beneath them, her thighs spread wide as one of her sisters feasted between them. "Mnggghhh!" His fingers dug into the cage painfully, the mix of arousal and frustration making his vision swim.

"N-NNghhh" Azazel bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper, his entire lower body throbbing in time with his pulse. His balls felt like lead weights, his abdomen tight with unreleased tension. Precum soaked the padding inside his cage, adding to his torment as the hellhounds' tempo increased.

Their movements became frantic, three bodies moving as one. "A-AH~ A-AHH~ NNNNGHH" "MMNHGH" "Mmgghhh" The chorus of approaching climaxes made Azazel's thighs tremble. He could practically feel their pussies clenching around phantom tongues, their juices dripping onto the floor in sticky strands.

His own phantom orgasm built impossibly, a coil of pleasure tightening in his gut with no possible release. The cruel metal denied him even the slightest friction, while the ever-present fear of Pandemonica's wrath kept him from attempting escape. All he could do was watch, sweat dripping down his temples, as the hounds shattered together.

Their climax echoed through the hallway. "MMnghhh!" "NNghhhh~!" "Mmgghhh~!" The sound of slick flesh slapping together, the splatter of fluids hitting the floor, their shared pants and whimpers - it was too much. Azazel tore himself away, his every nerve alight with denied pleasure.

Just as he turned to flee, a new sound froze him in place - softer, more melodic moans from another half-open door. "Now what?" he groaned, his caged member giving another painful throb. The scent here was different - the tartness of vodka mixed with Malina's unique musk.

Peering inside, he found the sour demon sprawled in her gaming chair, sweat-damp tank top clinging to her breasts as she worked a thick vibrator in and out of her sopping entrance. "Mmmmggh~ a-ah~ azazel~" His name on her lips sent another wave of agony through his trapped erection. Her free hand pinched and pulled at her nipples through the thin fabric, her usual scowl replaced by an expression of desperate need.

Every fiber of Azazel's being screamed to enter, to replace that toy with his own aching length. But the memory of Pandemonica's warning grip on his cage yesterday stayed his hand. With a pained whimper, he stumbled back and fled to his room, locking the door with shaking hands.

Leaning against the wood, Azazel panted like he'd run a marathon. His thighs were sticky with precum, his stomach muscles twitching with residual tension. "What a day..." he groaned, pressing his forehead against the cool door. The chastity belt felt heavier than ever, a constant reminder of his torment. "It's going to be difficult to live with this thing," he muttered, giving the hated metal a half-hearted tug.

Seeking distraction, he turned to his research notes. But before pen could touch paper, a new chorus of moans erupted throughout the house - Lucifer's commanding tones, Justice's playful giggles, even Judgement's usually stern voice melted into pleasure. The walls themselves seemed to vibrate with their combined ecstasy.

"What in the heavens?" Azazel clapped his hands over his ears, but it did nothing to block the symphony of debauchery. His cage felt like a vice now, the metal biting into his flesh with every twitch. Then realization struck - Pandemonica's angry words echoed in his mind: "Do you have any idea how loud you've been?"

A horrified blush spread across his face. "Was I that loud all those nights?" The thought was equal parts embarrassing and strangely flattering. But his brief moment of introspection shattered as another wave of moans crested through the house. "Is it going to be like this every night?" he whined, his erection making the cage press painfully against his stomach.

As he sat trembling at his desk, one thing became clear - this was only the beginning. Pandemonica's plans, the house's endless temptations, and whatever schemes those other two had in store... This would indeed be the longest week of his existence. And judging by the renewed chorus of pleasure sounds shaking the very foundations of the house, sleep would not be coming anytime soon.

The angel was right about one thing, and that was that it was probably going to be the hardest week of her entire existence, and it was only going to get worse since she not only had to worry about the Pandemonica plot and the girls from the house... but also the plans of another two persons....

"Oh dear, this is absolutely perfect." Deep within the swirling abyss, Beelzebub the Crimson Queen lounged on her obsidian throne, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement as she observed the flustered angel struggling at his desk. The poor thing was desperately trying to focus on his thesis, his fingers trembling as he gripped his pen too tightly, while all around him echoed the lewd symphony of moans and pleasured sighs.

"I must admit," Beelzebub purred, idly twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers, "Luci's little secretary has surprised me. Such a deliciously evil and effective plan to pent up our dear angel, don't you think?" She addressed the Helltaker without bothering to glance his way, her attention completely captivated by the increasingly distressed angel whose cheeks burned scarlet as he fought to ignore the carnal temptations he heard trough the walls.

"MmmMghph! MMMMpphh!" The Helltaker's attempted response came out as nothing but muffled grunts, his body currently occupied by hundreds of writhing tentacles that explored every inch of him with possessive hunger. One particularly thick appendage had forced itself deep into his mouth, effectively silencing him, while others coiled around his limbs to keep him restrained. Still more slithered along his bare skin, teasing and probing at his most sensitive areas, with several making determined attempts to breach his rear entrance despite his squirming resistance.

Beelzebub chuckled darkly, finally tearing her gaze away from the angel to admire her beloved's predicament. "The secretary has given us the perfect opportunity," she continued, her voice dripping with wicked amusement. "Our sweet little angel will be so pent up, so desperately frustrated, that he'll inevitably let his guard down... and that," she paused, licking her lips in anticipation, "will be our chance to strike."

An evil laugh bubbled up from her throat as she returned her attention to the nervous angel, watching with delight as he fidgeted in his seat, his halo flickering faintly with his growing distress. Through the crack in reality she'd created, she could practically smell the tension radiating off him.

"And I," Beelzebub declared with a predatory grin, "already have the most perfect idea of what to do with him when that moment comes." She turned slightly to address the Helltaker again, though her eyes remained fixed on their prey. "Of course, don't worry, my dear," she cooed, her tone deceptively sweet. "You'll have your turn with the angel too - but you'll need to be patient. Let me get him properly... prepared for you first. Does that sound acceptable?"

"Mmghphhhh! Mgghhh!" The Helltaker's attempt at a response was, predictably, reduced to nothing more than a series of desperate, garbled noises as the tentacles continued their relentless assault on his body.

"Excellent," Beelzebub sighed contentedly, waving a dismissive hand. "I'm so glad we're on the same page~" With that, she turned her back completely on her struggling lover, all her focus now zeroed in on the increasingly agitated angel who was valiantly - and futilely - trying to concentrate on his work.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her face as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. "Oh yes," she murmured to herself, her voice thick with dark promise. "This is going to be a very, very interesting week indeed~"

Chapter Text

DAY 1

"O-oh J-JUSTICE~ OH JUSTICE~ KEEP GOING~"

Azazel's eyes would open slowly and with some difficulty, the dream still clear on the angel's face—who woke up as if he had barely slept, which was true. All his first night after his first session with the secretary demon, the angel was unable to rest. The sounds of moans from his housemates, coupled with the enormous erection pressing against his chastity belt, only made the night a long agony... They were there for hours and hours until finally, everyone fell asleep, and Azazel was able to get some sleep—though it wasn't very placid either.

His dreams were plagued by images of a woman in crimson, lounging in a dark place with a body so sensual that it rivaled Lucifer herself—though unlike the monarch, she had breasts that could be called melons. In his dream, the sensual woman was always there, naked, resting on the ground, calling for him and waiting to receive him with arms (and legs) open. But every time he tried to reach her, she would move away. The erection pressing against his belt only made his night even harder until, finally, morning came.

But it wasn’t the sound of the alarm that woke him up... but the sounds of Justice and Lucifer moaning during their affectionate moments, and the uncomfortable feeling of his erection that couldn't be satisfied.

"Uuuughh..." the angel could only let out a moan as he used all his strength to get up. "This is going to be a long day..." he would say, starting to rise against his will to get dressed and face the first day of this long week.

If Azazel thought the night was torture, he knew nothing. The girls were constantly doing all sorts of sinful and degenerate acts around the house, constantly tempting him. Hell, even at noon, Justice would just start walking around the house naked without any fear, saying things like she was going to make lunch and if he wanted to try her 'cooking' while shaking her hips in front of his eyes—something telling the angel that she clearly wasn't talking about food. But still, for fear of suffering the wrath of the secretary demon, he would refuse, no matter how torturous it was to say no—especially with his manhood pressing against his chastity belt.

He also had to deal with the Cerberus girls constantly rubbing against him and being playful, one even sitting on his lap as he sat on the couch, wiggling her hips playfully. Then there were the Sin sisters, Zdrada and Malina, with whom he didn’t interact much during the day. But in the afternoon, while wandering the halls, he came across the image of the two sisters in a room having a "bonding" moment between them—their two naked bodies sticking to each other, fighting for dominance while they were having the most aggressive French kiss he had ever seen. To the point of not knowing if they were simply fucking or having some kind of traditional demonic fight without clothes. But even so, it was the hottest image Azazel had seen in his 200 years of existence.

And he had also seen Miss Lucifer in her perfect, almost divine figure, leaving the bathroom after a shower without using a towel while leaving the door of her room open. All of this only added to the uncomfortable and painful erection the angel was suffering, pressing against the bars of his chastity belt, begging for release and to feel the touch of a woman... or at least the touch of his own hands. But he wasn’t allowed to do that, and it was a torture that was driving him crazy...

"O-oh Lord.... Nnggh..." the angel would growl, his hands gripping the chastity belt, wanting to tear it out of place but stopping. In the meantime, he had to hear the sounds of moans and the noises of the girls fucking through the walls, increasing his torture.

Unable to sleep and try to rest due to the discomfort, his gaze would move to the clock, watching as the hands moved to 12 at night—the time when Azazel was supposed to go to be educated and trained by the sadistic demon. Even so, he would have to endure several more moments of uncomfortable torture while he tried to cover his ears with a pillow and ignore the moans.

"This is hell..." the angel would say, unable to bear what was happening. "And it's only the first day," he would mutter, almost defeated, as he waited for time to pass.

Finally, after what felt like an agonizing eternity in hell, Azazel would find himself at the basement door, ready to enter another kind of hell as the door began to open—revealing the secretary demon, wearing her usual leather club uniform and her malicious gaze showcasing her sadistic personality.

"Well... you arrived on time," she would say with a malicious smile as she moved to the side to let him in. "Come in," she would command coldly, making him obey out of fear of what would happen if he refused.

Upon entering, he would find himself in the sadistic demon's usual dungeon, full of different furniture, objects, and tools of a BDSM nature for her use. At that moment, only one thing would go through the angel's mind: What did the secretary have planned for him today?

"...Where is Miss Zdrada?" Azazel asked with some curiosity, noticing that the bitch demon was nowhere to be seen—which was strange, since Pandemonica and Zdrada were like a ring on a finger... there was never one without the other nearby.

"Silence, pet..." she would say, approaching from behind and handing him something—a choker for his neck. "Zdrada is in time-out. Now... put that on," she would say, looking at him seriously and waiting for his submission and obedience.

"..." Azazel would observe the black choker with some hesitation but finally nod and comply. "Yes, mistress," he would say, earning a smile from Pandemonica as she watched him fasten the tight choker around his neck.

"Good boy... Now, undress," she would say, taking a seat in a chair, crossing her black leather-covered legs slowly while enjoying the show. "Slowly..."

Azazel would seem somewhat hesitant at first, looking at Pandemonica, who was simply sitting—sometimes crossing her legs—as she watched him undress with the hungry eyes of a wolf.

"What are you waiting for, pet?" she would ask impatiently.

Not wanting to keep her waiting, Azazel would begin to undress slowly, opening his uniform shirt to reveal his slim and androgynous figure—his thin, soft skin like a baby’s, and his small nipples hardening from the fresh air when exposed. Pandemonica would smile with satisfaction, studying the figure of her newest toy while he covered his chest as if shyly showing off.

"Now the pants... off with them," Pandemonica would say, leaning in with interest as she watched the angel continue stripping for her. The pants slowly fell, guided by the angel’s hands until they finally hit the floor, revealing the chastity belt and his enormous erection restrained and pressing against the bars.

"..." Azazel blushed quickly, trying to cover his privates with one hand while watching the secretary.

"Something else, mistress?" the angel would say, somewhat embarrassed at being so exposed.

"Come closer..." Pandemonica would say, looking at him expectantly.

Azazel would hesitate for a moment but finally obey, slowly approaching the demon, who would slip a hand into a pocket of her black latex suit, taking out a small key.

"Mmm... You must be very pent-up after all the things you saw today, huh?" she would say mockingly while unlocking his chastity belt.

"..." Azazel would simply nod, embarrassed at how true it was—his member pulsing with excitement against its cage as he felt the restraints loosening, begging for freedom. The only time he had been without the belt all day was to bathe, and that had been it...

"..." The secretary would pause, looking at the little angel. "And all day, you didn’t touch any of the girls... or yourself?" Pandemonica would say, stopping before fully unlocking the belt, staring at him in a questioning manner—making sure he wasn’t lying.

"Don’t lie to me," she would say coldly, her tone a clear warning.

But he didn’t need to lie—it was the truth.

"Yes..." he would say weakly.

A few seconds passed as Pandemonica studied him. Then, she smirked.

"Good boy... I believe you’ve earned a small reward for passing your first day," she would say, flicking the key with a simple motion. The chastity belt unlocked, falling to the floor with a soft thunk, and his enormous, throbbing erection was finally free.

"Ah..." Azazel would breathe a sigh of relief, having missed the feeling of freedom—his member able to stand without restraint.

"Good... Now, on your knees, pet," she would order as the sadistic demon slowly spread her legs, revealing a zipper in the crotch area of her black leather outfit.

Azazel would nod, getting on his knees before the secretary, who would slowly slide her fingers to the zipper at her crotch, lowering it before the angel’s eyes. His lips parted in shock—and some desire—at the sight before him, his gaze locked onto the sadistic demon’s soaked pussy, its small white bush awaiting attention.

"Now... satisfy me, pet."

Azazel wouldn’t nod or say a word, crawling quickly with his erection hanging down until he reached between her legs. But a second before his lips touched her soaked folds, the angel would look up, waiting for permission.

"Get to work..." she would say with a smile, watching the pent-up angel’s eyes shine with excitement.

Like a dehydrated man faced with a glass of water, Azazel would leap forward, crashing his lips against the demon's soaking pussy as his tongue quickly went to work, licking and savoring the secretary's juicy entrance voraciously.

"Mmmghh~ Nnghhh~"

A smile of pleasure would grow on the secretary's lips, biting her own as she watched the angel's flickering halo slowly lose its shine while Azazel delved deeper and deeper into sin. The mere sight of the angel devouring her pussy like a starved animal—her halo flickering, dimming with each passing moment as he succumbed to his desires—was absolutely delightful.

Still, Pandemonica couldn't just let her pet run wild. Grabbing him by his hair—where faint gray strands peeked through his black mane despite his desperate attempts to hide them—she stopped him.

"Not so fast, pet..." She looked down at the confused angel, his tongue still outstretched mid-lick, connected to her pussy by a thin thread of saliva. "You are going to do this as I order, understood?"

Azazel nodded like the obedient boy he was.

"Yes, mistress..."

Pandemonica released his hair and pointed to her pussy.

"Good... Now start slow. Make sure you don't leave any corner unlicked." Leaning back on the armrest, she watched as the angel nodded and began his work like the good pet he was. His tongue moved slowly over her folds, savoring the salty taste of her flesh as it traveled up and down, ensuring not a single part went untouched.

The angel's erection pulsed hard, all the blood in his mind rushing to his throbbing cock, aching to enter the very lips he was tasting—though he knew he shouldn't.

"Good boy..." Pandemonica moaned, placing a hand on his head. "I see Justice and Modeus taught you well how to use that mouth for things other than talking."

Azazel nearly spoke, but at the demon's words, he fell silent, not daring to interrupt.

"Now, my dear pet... go deeper." Pandemonica smiled as the angel obeyed, his tongue delving inside her, licking her walls with increasing intensity. Weak moans escaped the sadistic demon's lips as she clutched the armrest, relishing the way he ate her out.

"Yes... like that~ Keep going, pet."

Slurp~ Slurp~ Slurp~

"Oh yes~ Just like that~" She giggled, reveling in the sensation of his expert tongue—knowing exactly which spots to tease, which to avoid, stimulating her until she grew wetter, allowing him to drink her salty juices with pleasure.

Sluuuuurp~ Sluuuuurp~ Sluuuurp~ Azazel raised his gaze, taking in the sight of the blushing demon—her malicious smile widening, her usual terrifying demeanor melting under his touch. It was an image he never imagined, one he desperately wished to sear into his memory forever.

As he slowed, Pandemonica's voice cut in, annoyed.

"Did I say stop?"

Azazel immediately resumed, licking with renewed efficiency.

"Mmmm, yes~ Good boy~"

She sighed, enjoying the slow, deliberate licks for several minutes before finally growing bored.

"Okay... speed up a little." She patted his head. "Go faster, angel boy... Please your mistress."

Azazel looked up, his eyes alight with excitement, trying to say "Thank you, mistress," but with his lips still glued to her pussy, only wet, incoherent sounds escaped.

"Hehehe..." The demon giggled as he obeyed, his tongue moving faster and faster, the heat inside her building with each flick. She could feel herself nearing climax.

"Oh yeah~ Good boy~ Keep going like that..." She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation of his tongue working aggressively inside her, attacking every sensitive spot while he gazed up at her with pure adoration. It was bizarre—seeing such an innocent, angelic expression paired with such depravity.

"O-oh yeah~ Like that, just like that~ I like it like that~"

Pandemonica moaned as he found the perfect rhythm—fast, yet precise, hitting every spot just right. Her crotch grew wetter with each passing second, her pleasure mounting.

Azazel accelerated further, pushing her closer to the edge.

"Y-Yes... Keep going, pet. Satisfy your mistress. Make me cum~"

He pressed his face deeper, his nose buried in her bush, inhaling her musk as his tongue plunged inside.

"O-oh yes~" For once, her usual firmness faltered, replaced by unrestrained pleasure. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she teetered on the brink. "Keep going, pet... Make me cum."

Azazel's tongue slipped deeper, stimulating every last sensitive spot until—

"O-Oh yeeeees~"

With a cry, Pandemonica came, pressing his face against her as her juices sprayed across it.

"Drink it all, pet~" Azazel obeyed eagerly, lapping up every drop with gusto.

"O-oh yeah... How I needed this~" She smirked, watching him suckle, mildly impressed. 'Hmm... Much better than I expected. Even better than Zdrada. Justice and Modeus trained him well—but this still won't be enough to pass Her Majesty's test.'

As her climax subsided, she sighed.

"Very good, pet... Stop."

In an instant, Azazel pulled away, his cock twitching desperately.

"Not bad, pet. You met my expectations with that tongue." She gave a slow, mocking applause.

Azazel, though pleased to have helped his friend (as he always did), couldn't ignore the agony of his own arousal. His erection was unbearable, throbbing painfully, threatening to spill at any moment.

"M-Miss Pan—I mean, mistress..."  Pandemonica arched a brow.

"Speak, pet."

"W-Well, it's just... I-I behaved, didn't I?"

He inched closer, practically begging.

"A-And... I-I can't take it anymore, a-and—"

Pandemonica raised a hand, silencing him.

"Ah, I see." Her eyes flicked to his twitching cock, desperate for relief.

"So you want this, right?"  She spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. The sight alone made Azazel salivate.

"Do you want to enter it?"

Azazel rose to his knees, hands sliding up her thighs as he leaned in.

"You want to fuck me, don’t you, Azazel?"

Hunger burned in his eyes—a lust she’d seen in countless demons, now consuming the angel’s mind. Physically, he was still an angel, but inside? He was changing into one of them, a demon.

"Yes..." He rose further, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Do you want to take me? Make me yours?" One of her hands slid down, gripping his cock and squeezing gently, drawing a moan from him. With a giggle, she guided him to her entrance.

"Satisfy all your desires with my body?" Her other hand tugged at the zipper of her suit, revealing her sweat-slicked chest, her breasts swaying free.

"God, yes..." He took the Lord's name in vain without thinking, earning another giggle from the succubus.

"You know something, Azazel?" Her lips brushed his, teasing, as she rubbed his tip against her soaked folds.

"Yes?..." Lost in passion, he barely registered her tightening grip—until—

"AAAAAAGH!"

Her hand crushed his cock in a vice-like squeeze, pain shooting through him as Pandemonica smirked.

"You're forgetting your place, pet."

In an instant, Pandemonica would put her hand on the angel's face and push him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain while grabbing his still-hardened but sore penis.

"I must admit I'm disappointed in you, Azazel... I thought, compared to the horny bitches in this house, you had more self-control, but no..." She would say, getting up from her seat and walking up to the terrified angel.

"M-Miss Pandemonica, l-listen, can I exp—"

"SILENCE," she would say in a commanding manner, lifting her foot—revealing the leather boot she was wearing—and then slowly lowering it to his crotch, gently crushing his cock and balls, only intensifying the pain.

"You're just like any incubus from Hell—eager and impatient to find the next holes to fuck." She would slowly press the sole of her foot against his testicles, causing the poor angel to writhe in pain, although, surprisingly, despite the pleasure he felt, for some strange reason... it felt good.

"M-Miss P-Pandemonica, p-plea—"

"BESIDES THAT... not only did you try to touch me without permission... you broke our rules more than once." She would gently rotate her foot, continuing to apply pressure to his balls while observing the angel's expressions of pain, who looked as if his soul was going to leave his body.

"You acted on your own without me giving you an order..." she would say, turning her sole to the other side while the tip of her foot pressed his trunk.

"You constantly did not call me as you should, and the worst of all is that you tried to simply take me..." she would say, lifting her foot, giving the angel a moment of relief, thinking that the worst was over—and then she would step on his cock itself.

"Nnnghvhh... p-please... I-I'm so sorry, Mistress."

"Oh, it's too late, little angel..." she would say, pressing harder, making the angel writhe in pain and pleasure at the same time as he began to like the sensation of being stepped on by her.

"We've barely started our week of training, and you're already like a dog in heat, jumping to grab the first ass you see..." she would say, letting out a laugh as she began to rub the sole of her heel against his testicles.

"I don't think I was strict enough with you," she would say with a malicious laugh. "I think we're going to have to use more extreme methods to discipline you, pet."

She would say with an evil laugh, lifting her foot—which was a relief—to take off her leather heels, revealing her bare foot, which would stretch a little when it was free from its confinement, wiggling her toes and slowly bringing it closer to Azazel.

"But first, your punishment for daring to think you could use my body as you wished," she would say, stepping on his crotch again, this time with her bare foot.

"NNNGHhhhh... M-Mistress, p-please!" he would moan in pain and pleasure, feeling how she slowly began to rub the sole of her foot against his length, her fingers gently rubbing against the tip of his cock, massaging it slowly and subtly.

The sensation of the massages, plus the pressure of her heel against his balls, was extremely pleasurable but at the same time painful, drawing grunts of pain and moans of pleasure from the angel while the demon would just smile, stomping and rubbing the angel's privates.

"M-Mistress..." the angel would say almost pleadingly, hoping that the demon would show mercy—but she was out of mercy.

The demon would smile, beginning to speed up the movement of her feet, massaging the length of his penis while Azazel could only squirm. When he felt too much pleasure, Pandemonica would apply some pressure to increase the pain, and if the pain was too much, she would loosen her strength and massage his cock slowly with her feet, her fingers rubbing the most sensitive spots.

Azazel's face was almost indescribable—a mixture of terror and arousal, small tears of pain falling from his eyes while his cheeks turned pink with pleasure.

But the worst part of this torture wasn't the footsteps or the pleasurable massages from the demon—no... the worst part was that he could never finish. Every time he was close to climax, Pandemonica's massages being too much for him, the demon would stop, increasing the pressure against his testicles or stepping on his member, which made him writhe in pain.

He wouldn't reach his climax until he was so on the edge—and then she would wait for him to calm down to start massaging again.

Over and over again, for almost an hour, the demon would take away his chance to cum, leaving him blue-balled, which, in this situation, could be considered the worst possible punishment—wanting to cum but never being allowed, causing an enormous and uncomfortable pain in his balls while his cock throbbed, waiting for a climax that would never come.

"P-Please... M-Mistress..." the angel would beg, feeling himself on the verge of another climax that he knew wouldn't come—not begging for her to stop, but for her to finally give him the peace of cumming. And even then, she wouldn't allow it.

She would stop in place, giving one last painful stomp on his balls, causing the angel to moan in pain as he writhed.

"..."

Pandemonica, for her part, would look at the agonizing angel—suffering from the absence of climax and the enormous pain of being trampled over and over again in his most sensitive parts—and still, she couldn't help but yawn in boredom, this punishment becoming stale and boring for her as she moved her foot away from his crotch.

"I think with that, you'll learn your lesson, right?"

Azazel didn’t respond, his mind confused whether he should be agonizing from the pain or from the annoying sensation of being blue-balled—his cock hardened and pulsing painfully from not reaching his climax, and his testicles burning from the sensation of being denied release multiple times, plus being stepped on by Pandemonica for almost an hour.

While his body writhed in agony, the angel would give the demon a terrified look and nod.

"Well... you better not forget this, and don’t let it happen again, or I assure you, little angel..."

She would start walking on him, her legs running down the sides of his body without touching him until she reached his chest, stepping on it with one foot, causing him to let out a moan of pain as he felt the demon's bare foot crush his chest while she knelt down.

"I'm going to make you regret this, understood, pet?"

He couldn't answer, feeling the air leave his lungs, so he would simply nod.

"Good..."

Pandemonica would say, raising and removing her foot from the angel's chest, who would let out a sigh of relief, his body falling to the ground as he began to relax.

"Like I said before, pet... clearly the rules from before don’t work for a horny animal like you," she would say, studying the exhausted angel. "So let's change things up a bit."

She would say, moving to one of the corners of the room where a chest lay, in which she kept her most precious tools to use on her victims.

"Now let's see..." she would say, starting to search, taking out a variety of objects—anal beads, plush and real handcuffs, ball gags, multiple vibrators, a leash for pets, some dice with different sex positions or toys to use, and other kinds of BDSM objects.

"Where is it...?" she would say, searching for something specific that she couldn't find in the massive box. "It was here somewhere..."

Azazel, although somewhat sore, would get up slightly from the ground, trying to figure out what the sadistic demon was looking for.

"A-ha!"

She would say with a satisfied smile on her lips, grabbing something small that she could hide in her hand, quickly turning around to face the angel while hiding whatever she had behind her back.

"Pet... get up."

Azazel would be somewhat terrified, but he would remember the demon's words—afraid to imagine what kind of punishment Pandemonica would give him if she wanted to really hurt him—so he would obey, his legs failing him and his crotch trembling in pain as he rose from the ground.

"Come here..."

The secretary would say, standing next to a padded bench designed for tying people up.

"..."

Azazel would be somewhat worried and doubtful, watching the demon, who would look at him seriously, giving him an intense look that would send chills down his spine. With fear in his heart, he would slowly approach the padded bench.

"Good... now... bend over."

Those two words would fill his being with terror and uncertainty, unable to know what the secretary was planning to do—but at the same time, he couldn't do much unless he wanted to suffer her wrath. So he would bend his naked body over the bench, trembling a little, terrified while his butt lay raised in the air.

"Good boy..."

Pandemonica would say, taking her hand from behind her back to reveal what she had in her hand—something that the angel would immediately recognize upon seeing its shape. After all, it was not the first time he had come into contact with Pandemonica's area of expertise in BDSM. Long before the thing with Modeus, he had already researched BDSM and the different fascinating methods that humans used to get pleasure.

It was an anal bead—one of those that were generally used to block the anus, thick enough to generate an enormous amount of pleasure when inserted, as well as making it difficult to remove unless force was used.

"E-EH?!"

In an instant, the angel would shrink back in fear, his fear of Pandemonica being the only thing stopping him from standing up and moving away from her as she brought the bead closer.

"Now prepare yourself, Azazel..." she would say, raising the bead close to his backside.

"W-Wait, M-Miss Pandemonica—Mistress... I-I've never had anything intrude m-my backside," he would say, terrified that it would hurt so much to have such a thick object enter his butt.

"I see... I'm surprised that neither Justice nor Modeus had claimed your anal virginity... especially Justice."

She would say, bringing a hand closer to the angel's ass and giving a slow and delicate caress to one of her buttocks. "Mmmmmm, I'm almost tempted to bring my Bitch Breaker and use it on you to destroy what remained of your innocence," she would say, laughing maliciously at the idea of hitting her dry with the strap-on that Zdrada could barely tolerate. "That would be fun," she would say, looking maliciously at the angel, who would remain silent, not wanting to say anything that would offend his mistress, knowing that any word could earn him another painful punishment.

"Very well... just because it's your first time, I will be merciful this one and only time... so I will use lube," she would say, heading to another corner of the room. "Don't move..." she would say, turning around to see a shelf on which she would put her hand and take out a bottle of lube. "Now... let's see," she would say, uncapping the bottle and pouring a little of the viscous and slippery liquid onto the anal beads. "Azazel... open your ass cheeks now."

Azazel would be somewhat hesitant for a moment, feeling unsure and scared to put something so thick in his bum for the first time, but at this point, he knew better than to disobey Pandemonica. So, somewhat hesitantly, he would put his hands on his bum, pulling his buttocks apart and allowing a perfect view of his rear entrance.

"Good boy..." The secretary stood behind him, with the butt plug in one hand and the bottle of lube in the other, which she carefully brought close to his rear entrance, beginning to apply the liquid to it. "A-ah~" Azazel would blush like a tomato as he felt the cold liquid touching his entrance, his skin breaking out in goosebumps as a shiver ran through his body while Pandemonica finished pouring the lube, making his entrance more slippery to facilitate entry.

"Are you ready?" she would say, putting the bottle aside and beginning to bring the anal butt plug closer to his anus. "..." Azazel was far from ready to feel something entering his rear entrance, but at the same time, he didn’t have much of a choice since this was going to happen whether he liked it or not, so he simply nodded, closing his eyes and waiting for the worst to happen.

Pandemonica moved the object slowly, bringing the tip of the butt plug closer until it made contact. "K-kyah..." Azazel couldn’t help but feel a chill as his sensitive skin made contact with the plastic, the object encountering some resistance as it entered his rear entrance.

"Relax, or I'll have to go rough with you, pet..." Pandemonica said, finding the resistance somewhat annoying and looking seriously at the angel.

"O-okay, M-mistress..." Azazel would sigh somewhat nervously, beginning to breathe calmly, trying to relax his body and closing his eyes in preparation.

Pandemonica would smile mischievously as she began to apply pressure, Azazel's body trembling slightly as it began to give way and open up to the toy. "N-nggh, Nmgghh..." In an instant, Azazel's entire body went into shock, pain and pleasure beginning to set in as the thick part of the butt plug started to enter, opening his walls and ruining his anal virginity.

"A-AH... M-mistress, Nnn-nghhh, i-it hurts," Azazel moaned, closing his eyes and feeling the thick object traveling inside him, separating his walls.

"Almost there... don’t whine now after everything I've done to you," she would say, pushing forward for a few seconds until finally, the butt plug would enter his rear completely and stay in place to prevent it from coming out accidentally.

"Done... you can get up," Pandemonica would say, pulling away and admiring her work as the angel got up, somewhat sore. "N-nghh, a-auch, mmghhh..." Every movement he made caused the object in his backside to move, touching his sensitive spots and stimulating him... it was extremely uncomfortable to move and even walk, each step only causing the object to move more and more.

"Well... from now on, as punishment, not only will you have to wear the chastity belt, but you’ll also have to leave that butt plug in your bum until the nights when you meet me."

"H-huh?" Azazel looked at the demon, almost surprised by what he was hearing. "I-I have to wear this all week?"

Pandemonica nodded, turning away and starting to look for something while the angel stood there.

"W-well... at least it's not that bad... it could be worse," he said, gritting his teeth as he felt the object moving and touching his sensitive spots. 'It's going to be a bit uncomfortable and painful, but I think I can handle it, right?'

PZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT

In an instant, the angel's entire body would shake, feeling a powerful vibration that would stimulate his whole body and leave him almost paralyzed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The angel would fall to her knees, feeling the butt plug begin to vibrate very powerfully, the stimulation too strong and causing her to lose her composure.

"W-WHAT IS THIS?" he would say, unable to stop himself from biting his lip as he fell to the floor, his hands clutching his bottom as he writhed in pleasure from the vibration of the object.

"Did you think that was all there was to it? An anal plug in your bum and that was your punishment? Oh no, little angel."

PZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT

"A-AH! P-PLEASE STOP!" The object suddenly intensified, vibrating much stronger than before and causing the angel to writhe in pleasure as his cock began to harden from the stimulation.

"This is your real new punishment." Pandemonica would turn around, revealing a small control in her hand. Pressing a button, the vibration would end, leaving the angel panting on the ground as he recovered from the pleasurable sensation of the vibrator.

"Now, this is the new rule... if I or Zdrada, who will be my eyes when I can’t watch you, see you getting too horny, getting too affectionate with the girls, or see even the slightest erection in your trousers... I will activate the vibrator function of the butt plug until you are on the verge of cumming... again and again."

She would say, placing the remote between her breasts as she approached the trembling angel.

"And I warn you that this control has a very long range, so even if you're 10 blocks away, it still works," she would say with a malicious smile as Azazel seemed on the verge of either coming or crying—it was hard to tell, really.

"But I'm sadistic, not cruel... you can take it off to go to the bathroom, like a chastity belt, but you’d better have it back in place, understood?"

"Y-yes, m-mistress," Azazel would nod quickly, completely terrified, his body still reeling from the shock.

"Good... you’d better behave yourself, or I assure you that you won’t like what happens to you at all..." she would say with a mischievous smile as Azazel quickly stood up, somewhat uncomfortable with the anal plug in his rear.

"Well... now take your clothes and leave... we’re done for today," she would say, turning her back and starting to check some things while Azazel quickly put on his chastity belt and clothes, afraid of angering the secretary if he took too long...

5 minutes later...

After a few minutes of frantically putting on his clothes and running out of the basement, the sore and exhausted Azazel found himself in front of his bedroom door, exhausted. "Finally..." he said, sighing with relief and opening the door to his room.

His entire body ached, especially his cock and testicles after being trampled on so many times, and now, in addition to the annoying discomfort of the chastity belt, he had to deal with the uncomfortable sensation of an anal plug stuck in his ass. "..." He slowly walked to his bed, throwing himself down exhausted and in pain as he stared at the ceiling, thinking that this was only the first day of the week. "Uughhhh..." he groaned in pain at that realization, the idea of having to endure things like this for another 6 days... "It's going to be the end of me," he said, putting his hands on his face and sighing with exhaustion. "At least... now I can rest..."

PZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTT

"AAAAAAAGHHH!" In an instant, the butt plug started vibrating at full power, causing the angel to writhe as he felt the powerful vibrations assaulting the sensitive walls of his ass. "W-WHAT?! W-WHY?!" he said, trying to get out of bed, but his body was too sensitive, and moving only stimulated the butt plug more. "W-what did I do?" he asked, almost agonizing with pleasure as he waited for it to stop, but it wouldn’t. At that moment, he heard the sound of someone inhaling a cigarette followed by a mocking laugh.

"Hehehe, this thing really works," leaning against his doorframe was none other than the devil herself, Zdrada, smoking a cigarette while her hand pressed the power button.

"ZDRADA?!" the agonizing angel said, unable to get up, trembling with pleasure as he felt his climax building.

"Hey punk... Pandemonica gave me one of these and told me to watch you," she said, finishing her cigarette and then swallowing the butt. "Mmghh, but I must admit that this is quite fun, hehehe~," she said to the dying angel as she looked at the buttons. "I wonder what this one will do..." she said, pressing a button that changed the way it vibrated, becoming more rhythmic as the angel writhed in pleasure.

"P-PLEASE M-MISS ZDRADA, STOP!" the angel said, unable to do anything to stop this torture.

"Mmmmm nah," the demon bitch said, approaching Azazel, watching him writhe while keeping one finger pressed on the maximum power button. "You see, Pandemonica said I had to watch you, but she didn’t say anything about having a little fun with this," she said, stopping the vibrations of the butt plug, which was a relief for the angel.

"O-oh thank you... thank you, Miss Zdrada, for stopping—KYAAAAH!" he moaned when suddenly, in the middle of speaking, she turned on the vibrator mode and then turned it off and on again and again. "PLEASE STOP, M-MISS ZDRADA, I-IT'S TOO MUCH!" he said, feeling on the verge of coming until Zdrada finally stopped.

"Now this is how we're going to do things... during the week, you're going to do everything I tell you or ask you to do... and if you don’t, I'm going to press this button until you cum..." she said, moving closer until her face was almost touching his.

"B-but M-Miss Pandemonica said I can't climax in all week," he said, still in shock from the sudden assault on his bum.

"That's right... and if she finds out you came, you'll be in serious trouble, little angel," she said, spitting smoke in his face and making the angel cough.

"But if you're responsible, Pandemonica would punish you too..." he said, almost fainting from so much stimulation.

"I don’t think so... after all, who would Pandemonica trust? Your word against her favorite pet?" she said, getting up from the floor and starting to leave while Azazel just lay on the floor, unable to do anything. "Well, you'd better behave yourself, Azazel... we have a long week ahead of us."

Zdrada said, leaving the room—but not before giving the angel the finger and disappearing down the hallway. "..." Azazel, for his part, all sweaty and with his extremely sensitive body, could only lie on the floor, falling unconscious. "Why is this happening to me...?" he said, falling unconscious, not knowing all the things this week would bring.

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8:00 AM

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT!

In an instant, Azazel’s eyes flew open, wide with shock as the vibrator buried deep inside him roared to life at full power, jolting him awake. "A-AAAAAAAAAAAH~!" The angel’s back arched off the bed, his voice cracking into a shameless moan as pleasure surged through him. His limbs flailed wildly before he tumbled off the mattress, collapsing onto the floor in a trembling heap.

"Wakey wakey, little angel~"

Azazel’s bleary gaze shot toward the doorway, where the bitch demon herself stood, leaning against the frame with a wicked grin. In her hand was the remote control—the source of his torment—her thumb pressing down mercilessly on the highest setting.

"Nnngghh! Z-Zdrada, p-please, STOP!" he begged, writhing on the floor, his thighs clamping together as the vibrations sent sparks of unbearable pleasure through his body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the device fell silent. Azazel gasped, his chest heaving as he slumped against the floor, his face flushed and his body slick with sweat. "Ah~ ah~ ah~... t-thank you..." he panted weakly.

"Don’t thank me yet," Zdrada purred, twirling the remote between her fingers. "The day has just begun… hehehehe~" With that, she pushed off the doorframe and sauntered away, her laughter echoing down the hallway.

Azazel groaned, dragging himself up on shaky legs. "Ugh… this is going to be a long day..." His thighs trembled as he steadied himself, his face burning with humiliation. Taking a deep breath, he braced himself for whatever fresh torment awaited him.

9:00 AM

The entire household sat around the dining table, enjoying a breakfast of fluffy, golden pancakes—courtesy of Lucifer herself. Though none could ever compare to the legendary stacks made by the Big Guy, these were still divine.

"They look amazing, Miss Lucifer!" Azazel praised, his stomach growling as he admired the syrup-drenched stack before him.

The Queen of Hell smirked, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Eat up, little angel. You’ll need your strength."

Azazel eagerly picked up his fork, slicing into the stack—

"Az..."

A sharp voice cut through the air. He turned to find Zdrada beside him, her plate already empty save for a few chocolate smears. Her crimson eyes bore into him, her lips curled in annoyance.

"Give me your pancakes. I finished mine."

"Eh?" Azazel blinked. "B-but, Miss Zdrada, you can just ask for more—I’m sure Lucifer would—

BZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

His words dissolved into a choked gasp as the vibrator inside him roared back to life. His body locked up, his fingers digging into the tablecloth as pleasure wracked his senses. "Nnngghh! Mmgghh~!" His face burned crimson as he fought to keep his voice down, acutely aware of the others watching him with varying degrees of amusement and concern.

"S-sure… h-here," he stammered, shoving his plate toward her with trembling hands. "I-I wasn’t that hungry anyway..."

Zdrada smirked, snatching the plate and digging in with relish—but she didn’t turn off the vibrator. Azazel squirmed in his seat, his thighs pressed together as the relentless vibrations made it impossible to focus on anything but the heat pooling in his core.

Breakfast, it seemed, would be torture.

11:00 AM

Zdrada strolled into the living room, ready to relax with some TV—only to find the entire couch occupied by Cerberus and Malina.

"Ugh," she growled, glaring at the trio. "Yo, make some space."

The three-headed demoness merely grinned, their voices overlapping.

"We got here first."
"Finders keepers."
"Yeah, bad luck."

Zdrada’s eye twitched. "Fine." She turned to her sister. "Malinka, scoot over."

Malina didn’t even glance up from her game, simply flipping her off. "Go fuck yourself."

Zdrada scoffed. "Fine, screw you..."

Her gaze flicked to the other chairs—only to find Pandemonica and Justice already occupying them. She wasn’t desperate enough to disturb them.

Just then, salvation (or rather, a victim) appeared in the form of Azazel, who wandered into the room, blissfully unaware.

"Oh, Az~ Perfect timing."

Azazel froze mid-step, his wings twitching nervously. "H-huh? Yes, Miss Zdrada?"

"I need a seat."

"A chair? I-I can get you one—"

"Nah." She waved the remote lazily. "Get on the floor. On all fours."

Silence fell. Every demon in the room turned to stare.

Azazel’s face burned. "W-what?"

"You heard me." She pressed the button.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

"Y-YES, MISS ZDRADA!" he yelped, dropping to his knees instantly.

Zdrada smirked, settling onto his back as if he were nothing more than a footstool. The vibrator continued its merciless assault, and Azazel bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold her weight.

Around them, reactions varied amongst the group: Pandemonica sipped her tea, amused at the sight of the angel degrading himself and a bit of pride in her favourite pet since it seemed she learned a lot from her. Cerberus snickered, whispering among themselves as they watched with amousement the angel. On the other hand Justice frowned, clearly concerned but unwilling to intervene due to the rules and finally Malina who looked disgusted—though whether at her sister’s behavior or her own inability to stop it, even she wasn’t sure.

But no one moved to help.

After all, this was Zdrada and Pandemonica’s shared week—meaning no interference was allowed unless they permitted it.

So Azazel endured.

An entire hour of Zdrada’s weight grinding into him, the vibrator humming relentlessly, his body trembling on the verge of collapse.

By the time she finally stood, his legs were numb, his face drenched in sweat, and his mind fogged with exhaustion.

Zdrada stretched lazily. "Ahhh, comfy~ Later, Az."

And just like that, she left him there—a trembling, overheated mess on the floor.

1:00 PM

Lunch was a repeat of breakfast—Zdrada stealing his food, leaving him starving and sore, the vibrator’s phantom sensations still pulsing through him.

As she prowled the halls afterward, plotting her next move, a familiar figure blocked her path.

Malina.

Arms crossed, her usual grumpy expression darker than ever.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Zdrada smirked. "Dunno what you mean."

"Why are you torturing Azazel like this? He doesn’t deserve this shit."

Zdrada rolled her eyes. "What’s it to you? You know the rules—it’s my week. I do what I want with the angel."

Malina’s scowl deepened. "This isn’t even about sex anymore. You’re just being cruel."

"And since when do you care?" Zdrada leaned in, her grin widening as a realization struck her. "Unless… ohhh, it can’t be~"

Malina stiffened. "Shut up."

Zdrada’s laughter exploded through the hall. "MUAHHAHAHA! Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on the twerp?!"

"IT’S NOT TRUE!" Malina’s face burned crimson.

"Did he fuck you that good? Is that why you’re defending him? Aww, poor Malinka’s in love—"

"YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU!" Malina shoved past her, storming off. "YOU’LL GET WHAT’S COMING TO YOU!"

Zdrada wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling. "Oh, I hope so~"

With that, she twirled the remote in her fingers and set off to find her favorite plaything.

3:00 PM

Finally—blessed silence.

Azazel sat curled up on the couch, engrossed in a demonology book, savoring the rare moment of peace.

Then the door creaked open.

"I want to watch TV."

Azazel’s grip on the book tightened. Slowly, he lowered it, meeting Zdrada’s smirking gaze.

The couch was empty. There were other chairs. Maybe—just maybe—she’d leave him alone.

"S-sure… y-you can sit wherever you want," he said cautiously.

No vibrations came.

Instead, Zdrada plopped down—right into his lap.

"HEH?!"

Her ass pressed firmly against his crotch, her weight settling in as if she belonged there. Azazel’s face burned.

"M-MISS ZDRADA?!"

She giggled, grabbing the remote. "What? You said anywhere~"

"B-but wouldn’t you be more comfortable if I—"

Before he could finish, she began grinding.

Slow, deliberate circles of her hips against his growing bulge.

"Oh yes, my favorite show~" she sighed, pretending to watch the screen as she tormented him.

Azazel’s book slipped from his fingers. "O-oh~!" His hands twitched, aching to grab her hips, to pull her closer—

"Hey, keep it down. I’m trying to watch."

"M-maybe we should stop—"

BZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTT!

His back arched, a broken moan tearing from his lips as the vibrator reignited.

"Shut up. I’m watching."

And so, for thirty agonizing minutes, Azazel endured—Zdrada’s ass grinding into his throbbing erection, the vibrator pushing him closer and closer to the edge, his hands gripping the couch cushions so hard they nearly ripped.

By the time the credits rolled, he was a panting, trembling wreck.

Zdrada stretched, standing up with a smirk. "Ahhh, good episode~ Later, Az."

She sauntered off—leaving the vibrator on.

"NnNngghh! M-MISS ZDRADA?!"

She glanced back, feigning innocence. "Hm? Oh, right."

A sharp click echoed through the room. The vibrations ceased—just before he could reach his climax.

And with that, she was gone, leaving Azazel a shuddering, desperate mess on the couch, his body trembling with unfulfilled need.

17:00

The day continued as usual, with Zdrada tormenting the poor angel for hours on end. She pestered him relentlessly, forcing him to complete menial tasks—chores, acting as her personal seat, fetching whatever she demanded. By the time Azazel finally got a break, he retreated to his room, eager to focus on his thesis on sin in blessed silence.

"Ah... finally some quiet time to myself—"

"AZAZEL!"

His moment of peace shattered instantly. The angel sighed, shoulders slumping as he stood and trudged toward Zdrada’s room. Pushing the door open, he found her sprawled across her bed, a lazy smirk playing on her lips.

"I ran out of cigs... go buy me some."

Azazel exhaled heavily, nodding without protest. "Yes, Zdrada."

"Do you have money?" she asked, tilting her head.

Zdrada stared at him for a beat before bursting into laughter. "Hahahaha! Money? I’m broke as fuck, and I don’t have a job—why the hell would I have human cash?"

"W-well, how am I supposed to buy your cigarettes then?" Azazel stammered, confusion knitting his brow.

"Well," Zdrada drawled, her grin widening, "you still have your savings from when Taker gave us money before he jumped into the abyss, right?"

"W-well, yes... I managed to save enough for emergencies," the angel admitted reluctantly.

"Then use that," she purred, malice dripping from her words.

"B-but it’s my money!" Azazel protested weakly—until Zdrada pulled out the vibrator remote. His defiance crumbled instantly.

"F-fine..." he muttered, frustration lacing his sigh.

"Mmm, also," Zdrada added, stretching lazily, "bring me some snacks."

Azazel stared in silent dismay as she rattled off an extensive list of demands.

"...And a music magazine."

"Anything else...?" the angel asked, his voice hollow.

"No, nothing else..."

Just as Azazel turned to leave, Zdrada’s voice cut through the air again.

"Actually... I just remembered something."

A pause. Then—

"HEY GIRLS! AZAZEL’S GOING SHOPPING—ANY REQUESTS? SHE’S INVITING!"

Azazel’s face twisted in horror.

"REALLY?"

"REALLY REALLY?"

Cerberus poked her head in, trembling with excitement. "WE WANT DOG SNACKS!"

Justice leaned in, waving an empty cup. "And I could use some premium coffee instead of this cheap crap."

Lucifer appeared next, smirking. "Now that you mention it... more wine would be nice."

Azazel’s gaze flickered between them and Zdrada, who merely shrugged as if to say, "What did you expect?"

On the verge of tears, the angel lowered his head and shuffled toward the nearest store, defeated.

18:00

Azazel trudged back home, arms laden with bags, exhausted from waiting in endless lines and scrambling to fulfill everyone’s last-minute demands. His wallet was nearly empty—only a few crumpled bills remained.

"..."

With a slow, resigned sigh, he stepped inside—only to be ambushed by the others, who snatched their items and vanished, leaving him with only Zdrada’s order.

He dragged himself to her room.

"Zdrada... your things," he mumbled, handing her the bag.

"Ah, thanks, Az. I owe you one," she said, rifling through it before pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes.

"I needed a spare box."

Azazel blinked. "Spare box?"

Without answering, Zdrada turned and yanked open her nightstand drawer—revealing dozens of meticulously stored cigarette packs, enough to last a year.

"Now, where do I put this...?" she mused, struggling to fit the new box in the already overflowing first drawer. She opened the second. Full. The third? Also full.

"B-but... you already had cigarettes!" Azazel stammered, legs trembling.

"Yeah, but I like having extras," Zdrada said with a mocking grin. "Just in case."

"B-but I spent almost all my savings! I barely have ten dollars left!"

Zdrada’s smile turned predatory as she checked the bag again.

"Hey, Az... you forgot the gum."

Azazel froze. His face twitched—eyebrow jerking, teeth grinding—as a flicker of genuine anger flashed across his features.

But his submissive nature won out. Shoulders slumping, he turned away, resigned to spending his last few dollars on the demon’s gum.

19:00

"Ah... finally some time for myself..."

Azazel sighed, exhausted, as he stepped into the bathroom, clutching the key to his chastity belt. The damned thing had tormented him all day, only permitting removal for hygiene.

"At least now, no one can bother me..."

He struggled briefly with the vibrator before finally freeing himself, relishing the rare moment of relief. Turning the shower knob, he stepped under the warm spray, humming a Silver City hymn, blissfully ignoring the faint glow of his dim halo.

"Nothing can ruin this~"

Fate, of course, had other plans.

BANG!

The door slammed open.

"H-huh?! U-um, excuse me, I’m using the—"

A shadow loomed on the other side of the curtain.

"Cerberus, if that’s you, your bath time was thirty minutes ago!"

No response.

Then—the curtain was yanked aside.

"Sup, angel boy~"

"K-KYAAAAH!" Azazel scrambled to cover himself, gaping at Zdrada standing there, completely nude, a wicked smirk on her lips. Her usual choker and cross necklace were gone, revealing the faint mark where the holy object had once rested. His gaze trailed downward—her full breasts, pierced nipples glinting, her toned stomach, and further down to the small patch of white curls between her thighs, her clit adorned with yet another piercing.

"A-ah?! Z-Zdrada?! W-what are you—"

His traitorous body reacted instantly, his cock hardening without the restraint of the chastity belt.

"Lucifer hogged all the hot water again," Zdrada said casually, stepping into the shower and turning her back to him, giving him a full view of her ample ass—and the tattoo on her left cheek: "Property of Pandemonica."

"So I’m sharing with you."

Azazel wanted to protest, but words failed him. He tried to focus on washing, but his eyes kept flickering back to her. Each time, she caught him, her smirk widening.

His arousal was unbearable—two days without release, his cock throbbing painfully. He clenched his fists, willing himself to ignore it.

Then—

"What do we have here?"

Zdrada pressed against his back, her breasts—cold metal tips and all—rubbing against his skin. Her breath ghosted over his neck as her hand wrapped around his length.

"M-MISS ZDRADA?!"

"So this is the little dick that’s got Malinka obsessed," she mused, stroking him slowly. "Impressive, but I’ve seen better."

Her breath reeked of tobacco as she laughed, her grip tightening.

"W-what are you—?!"

"M-MISS ZDRADA, WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO—!"

"Relax," she purred, kissing his neck. "Pandemonica won’t find out. Besides... I’m just helping you wash, right?"

"I-I can wash myself—!"

His protest dissolved into a moan as her thumb swiped over his leaking tip.

"I said relax," she whispered, speeding up her strokes. "Consider it a thank-you for the cigs."

Azazel shuddered, hips twitching as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.

"M-M-MISS Z—A-AH—!"

Zdrada pressed her chest against his back, pinning him in place.

"Shhh, stop resisting."

Her pace quickened, his cock throbbing in her grasp. Pre-cum dripped freely as his breaths turned ragged.

"S-sto—!"

Her teeth grazed his ear, muffling his whimpers.

"M-M-MISS Z-ZDR—A-AH—!"

Just as he teetered on the edge—

She stopped.

"Done. I’ve bathed enough."

"E-eh?!"

Zdrada stepped out, leaving Azazel gaping, his cock aching and untouched, his balls heavy with denied release.

"Z-Zdrada!" he called, voice cracking with frustration.

She didn’t look back.

"W-what did I do to deserve this...?"

22:00

A sharp knock echoed through Pandemonica’s office.

"Come in," the secretary demon called, not looking up from her work.

The door creaked open, revealing Zdrada, lips curled in a smirk.

"You called me, Mistress?"

"Yes," Pandemonica said, finally turning in her chair. "I have a question."

Zdrada sauntered closer.

"Did you abuse the power I gave you?" Pandemonica’s voice was deceptively calm. "The remote for Azazel’s anal beads—did you misuse it?"

Zdrada’s smirk faltered. Sweat beaded on her brow as Pandemonica’s gaze turned lethal.

"Tell me, or I promise you won’t enjoy the consequences."

"F-fine... yes, I did," Zdrada admitted, shoulders slumping.

To her surprise, Pandemonica smiled.

"Good~"

"Listen, Zdrada... I want you to keep tormenting him. Feed his anger. Make his life hell."

Zdrada blinked. "Why?"

"Because," Pandemonica purred, leaning in, "when his frustration peaks, that sweet, submissive angel will snap."

A wicked grin spread across her face.

"And when he does, he’ll take it all out on you."

Zdrada’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together.

"He’ll fuck you senseless," Pandemonica whispered. "Until you can’t walk. Until you beg."

Zdrada shuddered, arousal pooling between her legs.

"O-oh... I like that, Pandemonica..."

"Good. So keep pushing him."

Pandemonica returned to her typing.

"Fester his rage. Break him. So when the time comes... he’ll unleash everything on you."

Zdrada nodded eagerly.

"I will, Mistress."

"One more thing." Pandemonica’s voice turned icy.

"Don’t you dare let him cum. You know the rules—no release until the week’s end."

A pause.

"If I find out he came without my permission..."

Her smile was venomous.

"You won’t like what happens next."

Zdrada swallowed hard.

"Understood."

"Good. Now leave."

The door clicked shut behind her.

Pandemonica’s fingers flew across the keyboard, her mind already weaving new schemes for the angel’s torment.

Tonight would be fun.

Chapter Text

The clock finally struck one in the morning, and the basement door creaked open to release an utterly broken Azazel. Every movement was a fresh wave of agony as he dragged himself up the stairs, his body a canvas of pain painted by Pandemonica's cruel artistry. Only four days had passed of his two-week sentence, and the angel was already nearing his limit, worn down not only by the physical torment but by the constant, demeaning psychological teasing and physical bullying from the bitch demon, Zdrada. In the deepest, most honest part of his soul, he didn't know how much longer he could endure.

"Uuugh." The divine being stumbled down the hall toward his room, each step a monumental effort. His skin still burned with the phantom memory of yesterday's hot wax, and his most sensitive nerves sang a raw, electric ache from today's "stimulation." "I-I can't keep doing this..." he whispered to the empty corridor, his voice hoarse. He finally reached his door, fumbling with the handle before all but collapsing inside, completely drained.

"Ughhh." His weary gaze fell upon his desk, where a neat stack of papers sat—his life's work, his research on sin, and on top, the thesis he had poured his heart and soul into for months. A flicker of duty sparked within him. "I-I must start writing," he muttered, almost tripping from exhaustion as he forced himself into the hard wooden chair. He grabbed a pencil, its weight feeling immense in his trembling hand. He tried to focus, to channel his thoughts into coherent words, but a thick, mental fog made it impossible. Sleep pulled at his consciousness, making the letters on the page swim and blur. "U-ugghh, c-come on, I have to finish this... for M-Miss Michael."

At the thought of his superior, a memory, pristine and clear from his academy days decades ago, unlocked in his mind. He could see Michael's stern yet not unkind face, hear her voice, firm and resonant: "Remember, Azazel... our duty is to work diligently for the Lord to fulfill His will, but overworking yourself will only make it very difficult to serve Him. He knows that you want to be of use to Him, but there's no point in overexerting yourself because He knows that you want to give Him your all. Even the most dedicated soldier must rest to fight another day."

Those long-ago words echoed in his silent room. He stopped, the pencil hovering just inches above the paper, and let out a long, weary sigh. "You're right, Miss Michael... I can't serve my duties in this state," he conceded as a powerful yawn overtook him. His body was screaming for respite. "I can focus on my thesis tomorrow... if Miss Zdrada doesn't decide to mess with me again," he added with a note of bitter resignation. He pushed himself away from the desk and practically fell face-first onto the waiting bed, the thin mattress feeling like a cloud.

"Mmmmhhh, I can't wait for Lady Michael to look at my work and praise me for my efforts," he mumbled into the pillow, his mind conjuring a blissful fantasy. He imagined her stoic face softening into a rare, satisfied smile, her voice full of pride as she rewarded him for his enormous sacrifice. The thought alone made his heart skip a beat. "I-I can't wait," he yawned, the fantasy deepening. He pictured her there, close to him, feeling the soft, strong touch of her hand on his cheek, her lips slowly approaching to grant him his just reward...

"H-huh?" In an instant, the warm, pleasant fantasy was shattered by the uncomfortable, familiar pressure of his hard member straining against the unyielding chastity belt. "U-ughh, t-this thing..." The sensation was a cruel anchor to reality. Seeing his confined arousal, the events of the last month came flooding back: Modeus's obsessive "affection," Pandemonica's calculated tortures, Zdrada's humiliating games. A cold knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. "What will Miss Michael say about all this?" he wondered aloud, his voice small in the dark room.

His mind flashed back to the academy again, to a specific, stern lecture where Michael had impressed upon him the vital importance of hiding his true gender and never, ever yielding to wayward thoughts. Not only had he been carried away by sinful thoughts, he had actively indulged in them, become a subject in his own experiment. "W-would she be mad at me?" he asked the silent air, a genuine fear taking root—the terrifying prospect of seeing disappointment in the eyes of the one he admired most.

"Uuggh, what am I saying... of course not. Miss Michael is understanding. This was just... necessary experimentation for my thesis... I'm sure she would see the academic value," he said, forcing a nervous laugh as he stared at the ceiling, trying to convince himself. "B-besides... what happens if I get a little carried away? Falling doesn't exist... it's just a fairy tale, right? A story to scare young cadets."

Again, the only answer was silence. His eyes, drifting upward, caught sight of his halo. His blood ran cold. It was gently, but undoubtedly, darkened, its usual golden light muted and dimmed. "AH!" A gasp of pure horror escaped him. Terrified, he reached a shaking finger up and tapped it a few times, as if adjusting a faulty light. To his immense relief, the light flickered and returned to its full, brilliant glow. "O-oh... n-nothing's wrong. I-it's something normal... just fatigue. Falling isn't real... just a story. You're imagining things, Az," he whispered fervently to himself, settling back into the pillows with a shaky, unconvincing giggle. "Everything's okay... everything will be okay." Sleep was finally claiming him, its pull irresistible. "I-I'm sure that... Miss Michael will congratulate me on my hard work... she'll be very proud," he slurred, his words barely audible as his eyes grew impossibly heavy. "I can't wait to see her... again."

Finally, the angel fell into a deep, exhausted sleep... completely unaware that, at this very moment, forces beyond his understanding were watching him from the void.

"Fuhfuhfuh~ Excellent... our plan can finally begin." Mischievous giggles echoed through the abyssal prison. The voice of the Crimson Queen, Beelzebub, watched the angel fast asleep through an invisible crack in reality, her form quivering with anticipation as she prepared to begin her scheme to taste the angel alongside her accomplice, the Helltaker.

"So... what's the plan? Are you just going to drag him here?" Beelzebub rubbed her hands together, eager to sample the treat every demon in the house had been talking about.

"Of course not, you simpleton," she chided, though her tone was playful. "That would be too crude, and if I could even manage it, that bitch Judgement, along with Justice and Luci, would sense the dimensional breach and have him back in the blink of an eye." Lucifer's ancient rival,  observed the angel's peaceful form, a predator studying its prey. "No, this requires... subtlety."

"So how are we supposed to interact with Azazel if we can't touch him? We're trapped here forever," the Helltaker stated, leaning against a crack in reality wich they used to spy on az, his hand unable to traverse it as if there was an invisible wall in the crack.

"Very simple, my dear," Beelzebub purred, her eyes gleaming with sinister intellect. "I'm going to drag is conciousness to the abyss."

"his conciousness?" the human asked, confused, looking from the elegant fly demon to the sleeping angel.

"Although my magnificent form is confined to this abyss, after many millenia here i gain certain abilities and... privileges. I can drag a conciousness to the abyss to shape and interact with a person's dreams. It comes in very handy for passing the eons," she said with a giggle as she glided closer to the bars. "In short... I'm going to have my way with Azazel without ever physically touching him... It will all be in his mind, but I can make it feel more real than anything he's ever experienced. The mind is the most sensitive organ, after all."

The Helltaker looked somewhat impressed, but a frown of doubt remained on his face. "I don't know, Beel... I don't like the idea of violating the privacy of Azazel's mind like that... it feels wrong."

This made the Crimson Queen sigh with theatrical exasperation as she turned to look at the man. "Oh, dear... need I remind you that it was you who, after watching the little angel meticulously steal every member of your harem, made the rather passionate comment about how you would 'give your left arm for a chance with him'?"

The Helltaker couldn't help but look away, a blush creeping up his neck. "W-well, yes... but there's a difference between a chance to do it consensualy and... stealing his conciousness and disturb his dreams—"

"It will only be a small taste, and then I'll release him. Besides, we're not doing anything like brainwashing," she clarified, though her smile was sly. "I will merely... influence the narrative of his dream, turn it into a particularly vivid one, and then make my entrance. He'll be none the wiser."

"I see... so we're just going to go in like this? As ourselves?"

For a moment, Beelzebub paused, a thoughtful finger to her lips, then shook her head. "No, that would be amateurish. Dreams are products of consciousness and memory. If a woman he's never met before suddenly appears in a familiar setting, his subconscious would reject it. It would shatter the illusion, leaving him confused and suspicious. I doubt that stuffy academy in the Silver City neglected to teach its cherubs about oneiromancy and psychic intrusion."

"Makes sense... so how do we do it?" the man asked, his curiosity piqued as he watched the sleeping Azazel.

"We'll start simple and safe... I'll go first, though I'll need a disguise. And I think I have the perfect one for this situation." Beelzebub closed her eyes and took a deep breath, visualizing the image in perfect detail. With a snap of her fingers, a cloud of deep purple smoke enveloped her, beginning a profound transformation. "It's been an age since I've seen my dear sister, but I have no doubt her look hasn't changed a bit. So dreadfully utilitarian."

The smoke coalesced and shifted. Her curved horns receded into her scalp, her pointed tail vanished into mist, and her crimson eyes melted into a deep, commanding blue. Her body reshaped itself, becoming taller, more robust and muscular, her curves solidifying into a powerful, authoritative frame. Her crimson dress morphed and lightened into a stark white and gold military uniform, adorned with medals that materialized upon her chest. An officer's cap appeared upon her head, and her ashen white hair darkened to a severe black. Finally, above the cap, a bright, flawless golden halo manifested, casting a soft, holy light.

"TA-DAH!" Beelzebub announced in a voice that was now several octaves lower and brimming with authority. She struck a commanding, yet undeniably sensual pose. "What do you think?" she asked with Michael's lips, her new hands exploring the unfamiliar, powerful form, ensuring every detail was impeccable.

"Sexy, in a terrifyingly authoritarian way," the Helltaker admitted, studying the perfect replica. "But why Michael?"

"It's elementary, my dear Taker," she said, adopting Michael's crisp cadence. "With all the exhaustion and pain Azazel suffers, the defenses of his mind are at their weakest. I can slip in easily. But I must wear a familiar face to avoid triggering his cognitive immune system, so to speak." She turned to observe her target, a hungry look in her borrowed blue eyes. "Azazel has never seen me before. My true appearance would be an anomaly, a glitch that could wake him or make him resist. But as someone he knows, admires, and yearns for... I can walk right in. I can be the star of the show. Once his mental defenses are fully down and he's... engrossed... then perhaps I can reveal my true self." She bit Michael's lip, watching the angel sleep. "It's perfect."

The Helltaker, however, still looked concerned, scratching his head. "Question..." he said, raising his hand like a schoolboy.

Beelzebub, in her new form, didn't turn, her gaze fixed on Azazel. "Tell me..." she said, Michael's voice a low, impatient rumble.

"W-well," he started, uncharacteristically embarrassed, "when do I get my chance with Az?"

Beelzebub chuckled, a rich, warm sound that was so unlike Michael's usual tone. She finally turned and placed a strong, white-gloved hand on the Helltaker's cheek. "Don't worry, my beloved. Your patience will be rewarded. You'll have your moment with the angel, too. Just let me prepare the stage for you. A mind once opened is easier to walk into again." She withdrew her hand and focused her entire being on the sleeping Azazel, a truly malicious smile spreading across the Archangel's face. "And now... it's time to get started." She closed her eyes, her concentration absolute as she began to pull Azazels consciousness into the void, weaving herself into the fabric of Azazel's dreams.

Azazel was sleeping peacefully, dreamless, resting his exhausted mind. Suddenly, something changed in the environment. The darkness of his room shifted, becoming colder and deeper—a consuming void that surrounded his being. At first, the angel thought it was his imagination and tried to continue sleeping, but that was when his eyes opened to find himself in an unknown place.

Suddenly, the very air in his room changed. It wasn't a sound or a light that woke him, but a palpable shift in the atmosphere. The comforting darkness behind his eyelids turned invasive, becoming colder and infinitely deeper—a consuming, sentient void that pressed in on his being stealing the peace from his slumber. At first, the angel dismissed it as a trick of his tired mind, burrowing deeper into his pillow and trying to cling to the fraying edges of sleep. But that was the moment his eyes snapped open, not to the familiar image of his  chambers, but to an absolute and terrifying unknown.

"H-huh?"

The angel pushed himself up, his hands meeting not soft sheets, but a formless, yielding surface of pure shadow. The familiar silhouettes of his desk, TV, his library filled with books of demonic knwoledge—all were gone. He was adrift in an abyssal sea of void, a nothingness so complete it felt heavy. No light, no sound, no horizon. No matter how frantically he turned his head, there was only an endless, starless night, and not a single soul to share the terrifying solitude.

"W-where?" the angel thought, his mind thick with exhaustion and panic. Instinctively, he lowered his gaze, seeking any anchor to reality. He was still in his white and gold cadet uniform, the fabric oddly pristine. Then, the other realizations hit, sending a jolt of confused embarrassment through him. The low, familiar hum that had been a constant presence was gone; the vibrator in his butt had vanished. More importantly, the weight and constriction of the chastity belt—his enforced modesty—had disappeared, leaving him feeling strangely, vulnerably exposed.

"W-what's happening?"

Azazel couldn't think straight. His mind was a cloudy mess, swamped by the sensory deprivation and the sheer impossibility of his situation. He was too drained, too utterly spent to piece together a coherent thought.

"H-hello?" he called out, his voice small and swallowed by the immense silence. He waited, his own breathing the only sound. Seconds stretched into a minute. "Is anyone there?"

A profound sense of wrongness settled in his gut. A chill, entirely separate from the ambient cold, raced down his spine. Compelled by a need to do something, he stumbled to his feet and began to advance. Each step was a labor; his head felt like it was filled with lead, his thoughts syrupy and slow to form. His body, too, was heavy, as if the darkness itself was a viscous fluid, resisting his movement and trying to pull him down into its depths.

"How did I get here?" he wondered aloud, the words providing a tiny point of focus in the overwhelming emptiness. He walked for what felt like an eternity, a lone figure in an infinite canvas of black, until a sound finally pierced the silence—a voice, soft yet clear, calling his name from directly behind him.

"Azazel..."

In an instant, Azazel's exhaustion evaporated. His eyes flew wide open, his heart leaping into his throat. He knew that voice like he knew his own name—a voice of authority, discipline, and secret, cherished kindness. He spun around, hope and disbelief warring within him.

"M-Miss Michael?" he asked, his voice trembling. His suspicions were confirmed the moment he completed his turn. There she stood, radiant and real amidst the nothingness: Archangel Michael, his mentor, his commander, his idol.

"It's good to see you, Azazel..." she said, her lips curving into a warm smile that was both familiar and utterly alien.

But even as relief flooded him, a thread of unease wove through it. she  looked exactly as he remembered—the same flawless features, the same magnificent aura of authority, the same elegant commander uniform. Yet, something was fundamentally off. Michael's gaze, usually as sharp and cold as a honed blade, was now soft and comfortable. Her posture, typically a portrait of disciplined, militaristic readiness, was relaxed, her movements fluid and almost languidly elegant.

"M-Miss Michael, w-what are you doing here? And... where is here?" Azazel stammered, his eyes darting around the oppressive void as a thousand questions erupted in his mind. Where am I? Why is she here? How is she here? Is this a test?

His frantic internal interrogation was cut off as Michael spoke again, her voice a gentle command.

"Azazel..." she said, effortlessly capturing his full attention.

"Y-yes, Miss Michael?"

Slowly, as if materializing from the shadows themselves, the archangel glided closer. Each step emphasized the dramatic difference in their stature. Azazel was forced to tilt his head back further and further, until he was looking up at her from mere inches away, her presence both comforting and overwhelmingly dominant.

"I've been watching all your work very closely," she stated, her voice a low, intimate murmur.

"R-really?" he asked, a flush of pride and surprise warming his cheeks. The idea that the great Archangel Michael had her eye on him, specifically, was both thrilling and terrifying.

"That's right... and I must say, my dear Azazel," she purred, reaching up to caress his cheek with a feather-light touch. The contact sent an electric jolt through him, and he turned a brilliant shade of crimson, staring up at her in awe. "You've made me very proud, my dear pupil."

Hearing those words, Azazel felt his heart—and the entire universe—stop. His mind, clouded just moments before, became crystal clear, processing the eight simple words he had spent his entire existence longing to hear. Since the day he’d manifested, small and flawed and afraid, he had only ever wanted to prove himself worthy in her eyes. He had pushed his defective body and mind to their limits, enduring every hardship, all for a shred of validation from the one being who had ever shown him genuine care.

"R-really? Y-you really mean it, Miss Michael?" he whispered, his vision blurring with unbidden tears, his voice thick with emotion.

"That's right, Azazel... you've worked very hard, and I'm very proud of you," she affirmed, her smile warm and genuine as her thumb gently wiped away a tear that escaped onto his cheek.

"Y-you don't know how happy that makes me, Miss Michael," Azazel choked out, trying desperately to maintain his composure, to be the disciplined cadet she expected, but he was failing miserably. He was crying in front of his commander, and she was comforting him.

"Okay, okay... everything's fine, Az... you've done very well." Michael slowly pulled away, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders, her gaze steady and her smile still in place. Yet, despite the warmth, Az couldn't shake the feeling that something lurked behind her brilliant blue eyes—a faint, predatory hint of hunger that seemed utterly out of place. He dismissed it as a trick of the strange lightless light.

"In fact... my dear Az, you've done such a spectacular job that I think you deserve a reward," she declared, and this time, the glint in her eyes was unmistakable: pure malice and mischief.

The statement confused him. Rewards came in the form of commendations or promotions, not this... this intimate, teasing tone. He had never imagined Michael could look at anyone like that, least of all him. But he was too enamored to question it.

"A reward? What kind?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him as he tilted his head.

"Well, my dear Azazel... your reward is a wish... an absolute and unique wish in which you can ask for whatever your heart desires," the archangel said, her smile widening to show a hint of teeth, looking at him as if he were a delicious feast laid out before her. "You can ask me anything..." Her voice dropped, becoming husky and almost lustful as she leaned in, her impressive bust pressing against Azazel's smaller frame, her lips hovering a breath from his. "Any wish you have, and I will do everything in my power to fulfill it, Az..."

Az's heart began to hammer against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of nervous excitement. He watched her, mesmerized, his face burning a bright red. "A-anything?" Az asked, the word coming out as a strained gasp.

"Any wish your heart has..."

Az paused, his mind racing. This was it. The moment to ask for what he truly wanted. He thought of all his struggles, his insecurities, his deepest yearning for acceptance and legitimacy. He took a deep breath and blurted it out: "Can I have a promotion?"

The effect was instantaneous. A jarring, momentary pause froze Michael's expression. Her features, so recently soft and inviting, underwent a subtle but seismic shift. The mask of serene pride dissolved into one of pure, unadulterated confusion and frustration, her brows knitting together.

"Huh?" she said, her voice rising an octave, losing its silky smoothness and becoming almost shrill. The sudden change was so violent it physically threw Azazel for a loop, making him flinch.

"Just that? Is that all you want, dear?" Michael asked, staring at the angel as if he'd just grown a second head.

"...ummm d-dear?" Azazel stammered, his confusion eclipsing his fear. The term of endearment was so foreign coming from her lips it was almost blasphemous.

Michael froze, a flicker of genuine panic in her eyes as she realized her slip. She quickly smoothed her features, forcibly reassembling her composed demeanor. "I mean—yes, of course, Azazel... you deserve it," she said, the smile back on her face but now seeming strained at the edges. She pressed her chest more firmly against his, a not-so-subtle hint. "But... the promotion comes with the wish, so you can ask for something else if you wish. Whatever you wish..."

"Um," Azazel hummed, genuinely thoughtful now. His superior was being unusually generous. she asked what she desired and thus she put all her mind into it, thinking into what he wanted the most until finally a new idea came to his head. "A new office?"

In an instant, the carefully reconstructed facade shattered again. Michael's face fell into an expression of utter, profound disbelief. All pretense of her serious, archangelic attitude vanished, replaced by sheer incredulity. "Is this a joke?" she demanded, her voice flat and utterly drained of its earlier seduction.

But the angel was utterly lost. "N-no, Miss Michael, I'm not joking," he said earnestly, his expression one of pure, guileless confusion. He truly had no idea what he had said wrong.

"Ughh, fine... well... um..." Michael seemed completely thrown, her legendary composure in tatters. She was floundering, her serious and calculating personality replaced by one of genuine, flustered exasperation. "Sure... it's yours." It took her a few seconds to recover, her mouth opening and closing slightly as she tried and failed to find a script to follow.

"Great..." Azazel meanwhile just stood there, beaming up at her with that adorable, utterly clueless little grin of his, thrilled with his new office furniture.

"E-um... listen, Azazel..." Michael said, a note of desperate impatience creeping into her voice as she stared at her impossibly dense pupil. "Are you sure there isn't something else you want?"

But Az, his mind still buzzing with the joys of career advancement and ergonomic seating, simply shook his head. "Not really, Miss Michael..."

The angel gave a small, contented shrug, and they just stared at each other for a few agonizing seconds in utterly awkward silence. The only sound was the frantic, internal screaming coming from one of them. Finally, Michael let out a long, slow sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the entire abyss.

'Ughh, this is getting nowhere... I knew the boy was naive, but not this phenomenally, catastrophically much. I'm going to have to be more direct in my approach,' Beelzebub thought, his patience expended as he looked at the young angel through his meticulously crafted Michael disguise.

"Miss Michael?" Azazel grew worried as he noticed his mentor's face undergo another sudden change. This time, her usual stoic and serious look didn't return. Instead, it melted into something openly mischievous. A wicked, knowing grin grew on her lips while her blue eyes shone with an unmistakable light of pure malice—or perhaps the right word was lust—an expression that looked hauntingly similar to a caliente Modeus. But that was impossible; Miss Michael could never act in such a brazen way. Even so, as the archangel leaned into him, her body a line of demanding heat against his, he lost his balance and fell back.

Instead of the hard impact he expected, the darkness beneath him molded itself instantly, forming a soft, yielding surface that caught him gently, like a mattress made of shadow. Before he could process this, his mentor was on top of him, her weight pressing him down into the supportive void, her body a delicious prison from which he had no desire to escape. She simply smiled down at him, her intent now terrifyingly clear.

"M-Miss Michael? W-what's wrong?" the young cadet asked, his face flushing a brilliant, feverish red. Beads of sweat began to pearl on his skin, his breathing accelerated into shallow pants, and his heart beat a frantic, hummingbird rhythm against his ribs. The evidence of her effect on him was becoming impossible to ignore. And something much worse was stirring.

'O-oh no... not now, not in front of her of all people,' Azazel thought in sheer panic, feeling a familiar, traitorous twitch and tightening in his crotch. His biggest secret, the one she had personally told him to hide and suppress for years, was now awakening, hardening insistently against the confining fabric of his pants.

"Azazel..." Her voice was a low, sultry purr that vibrated through him. Upon hearing it, Azazel raised his gaze, looking up nervously at his mentor, who only smiled wider, a flash of her tongue briefly wetting her lips in anticipation.

"Y-yes, Miss Michael?" he asked, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut or look away but completely powerless against the magnetic pull of those bright blue eyes—eyes he could have sworn, for a single millisecond, flickered with a deep, infernal red.

"I know you already have two rewards for your great work," she began, bringing her face closer to the angel's, so close he could feel the warm whisper of her breath against his skin, smelling faintly of ozone and something else, something darkly sweet. "But there is something else. A... more personal gift."

"Really?" the angel said, almost stammering, his body trembling as he struggled to contain the physical manifestation of the very "negative thoughts" she had once warned him against.

"Yes... something I've wanted to give you for a long, long time, my dear Azazel," she murmured, while a single, elegant finger traced the line of one of his silver bangs, then slid down in a caress so intimate it made him shudder. It followed the curve of his cheekbone, a touch both possessive and tender. "Are you ready?"

The angel, mesmerized and utterly overwhelmed, could only manage a weak nod. But nothing in all his existence, in all his diligent study of heavenly protocols and tactical manuals, could have ever prepared him for what happened next.

Michael's lips parted slightly, and she closed the minuscule distance between them. She moved with a slow, deliberate grace, giving him every chance to pull away, her intent clear in her smoldering gaze. Azazel could only watch, completely baffled and paralyzed by a storm of conflicting emotions.

'T-this is not happening... this is not happening.... this is not happening...' he chanted in his mind, a nervous, delirious smile touching his own lips even as his heart threatened to pound its way out of his chest. The sight of his mentor's lips, ones he had only ever seen issue commands and wisdom, now soft and inviting and drawing nearer, was the most terrifying and wonderful thing he had ever witnessed.

"M-Miss Michael—" he began, a last, feeble attempt to vocalize the wrongness his soul sensed but his body vehemently denied. The protest died in his throat, too little, too late, as she finally bridged the final gap.

"!!!"

"MmMmmmm." In an instant, the Archangel Michael's divine lips crashed ever so gently against his trembling ones. They were soft and surprisingly warm, moving against his with a practiced ease he couldn't comprehend. They explored the shape of his mouth, massaging and squeezing with a gentle pressure that was both questioning and demanding. Her hands came up to cradle his cheeks, her thumbs stroking his skin, holding him in place not with force, but with an undeniable tenderness that shattered his last remnants of resistance.

'OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, MISS MICHAEL IS KISSING ME?! SHE'S KISSING ME! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!' Azazel's mind short-circuited into a screaming loop of pure panic and elation. His body was rigid, his eyes wide open, frozen in a state of shock. He simply let himself be kissed, his mind a riot of nerves, excitement, raw horniness, fear, and, rising above it all, a dizzying, breathtaking happiness. 'T-this is really happening... this is really happening...'

In that moment of sensory overload, Azazel's mind fractured, tumbling back through a cascade of cherished memories. He saw himself as a newly manifested fledgling, small and disoriented, and there was Michael, her hand extended, her expression not one of disgust at his imperfections, but of calm assurance. He felt her hands, steady and sure, helping him dress in his first cadet uniform. He saw her patiently explaining the complex statutes of Heaven, her voice a steady anchor in his confusing world. He felt the weight of the cadet insignia she pinned to his chest, her touch brief but filling him with a pride he’d never known. Every moment spent with her had made his heart race in a way he could never understand, a feeling he'd been taught to lock away. The day she had taken him aside and told him he must hide his true nature, that his feelings were "negative thoughts" to be purged, had felt like a door slamming shut in his soul. But now... now that door had been blown off its hinges, and he was bathed in a radiant, consuming fire.

"MmmMmmmm." Little by little, the paralyzing tension began to bleed from Azazel's body. A soft, helpless moan escaped him—"M-miss Mmmm MichaelMmphhh"—as his eyes fluttered closed. He surrendered completely, sinking into the supportive darkness of the abyss and into her embrace. Tentatively, hesitantly, he began to kiss her back, his movements clumsy and innocent, but filled with a pent-up passion and happiness that made his entire being tremble.

Seeing the angel boy give in so utterly and sweetly drew a low, throaty chuckle from Michael. She slowly broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at him. Azazel was left panting, his lips slightly swollen, his face flushed a beautiful shade of pink. He opened his eyes, looking up at her with a dazed, worshipful expression.

"O-oh, Lord... M-Miss Michael, you don't know how long I waited for that. I-I always... always..." The angel averted his gaze, overwhelmed, fumbling for the words to express a lifetime of forbidden longing.

But Michael didn't give him time to finish. She placed a soft finger on his lips, silencing him gently. "Shhhhh, shhh, dear Azazel... you don't have to say anything." She chuckled, a rich, warm sound that seemed to vibrate through the very darkness around them. "I feel the same way about you, my dear angel."

Azazel's mouth fell open. His heart didn't just stop; it seemed to freeze solid in his chest before kickstarting again with a painful, glorious lurch. His mind, reeling from the kiss, now exploded anew as it processed her words.
'D-does Miss Michael like me? Miss Michael likes me....like likes me likes me? As in... she's also in love with me?' The thought was so monumental, so world-shattering, that it broke a dam inside him. Tears, not of confusion or fear, but of pure, unadulterated joy, welled up and spilled over, tracing hot paths down his temples and into his hair. His lips stretched into the biggest, most radiant, most profoundly happy smile of his entire life.

"O-oh, Miss Michael... y-you don't know how happy that makes me to hear. I-I've always liked you for a long time and... and..." Azazel was ready to pour out his heart, to embark on a long, rambling monologue confessing every secret thought and stolen glance, every dream he'd ever harbored.

But Michael stopped him again, pressing a single, firm finger back to his lips. Her expression melted from playful secrecy into something more profound—a look of ancient knowledge and tender possession. "Shhh, my love. Save your words. There will be time for poetry and confessions later," she whispered, her voice a low hum that vibrated through his very bones. Her eyes, usually chips of glacial ice, now gleamed with the warmth of a hidden sun. "Right now, there's a much more... pressing matter to attend to." Her gaze dipped meaningfully downward, lingering on the prominent, straining bulge tenting his cadet uniform. A fresh, scorching wave of heat engulfed Azazel, his blush deepening to a mortified crimson as he realized the object of her intense focus. The dream was not over; it was spiraling into a far more intimate, and far more terrifying, realm of fantasy.

"Az, Az... you don't need to explain the desires of your body to me. They are pure, they are natural. Let's just... enjoy this moment together, okay?" Her words were a balm and a stimulant all at once.

Azazel's mouth opened, a dozen panicked, reverent denials on his tongue, but they died beneath the weight of her joyful smile. He could only manage a slow, dazed nod, his willpower dissolving in the face of her command.

"Good..." Miss Michael purred, her smile now a thing of pure, unadulterated desire.

"Miss Michael..." Azazel breathed out, the name a prayer. He forced himself to look away, gathering every shred of his fractured courage for the impossible request burning in his soul.

"Yes, Azazel?" the archangel asked, her voice like velvet. In one fluid, graceful motion, she shifted until she was sitting fully astride his lap, her weight a delicious pressure. She looked down at her cadet, and her gaze held a strange mix of predatory hunger and something almost motherly—a promise of both conquest and care.

"C-could it be possible... if, if... I could be the one to kiss you this time?" The question was so timid, so achingly sincere, it hung in the dark air between them.

That fragile request earned a soft, throaty chuckle from the demon in disguise. A flicker of genuine amusement—How adorable—passed through Beelzebub's mind before she quashed it, nodding with Michael's practiced grace. "Of course, my dear Az... you've more than earned the right."

Azazel's nervous gulp was audible in the profound silence. He began to rise from the oppressive darkness, his back straightening until he was sitting up fully, with the magnificent Archangel Michael settled regally upon his thighs. Even then, the difference in their stature was vast, a physical manifestation of the hierarchy that had always defined them. Michael had to incline her head, a queen granting a boon, to allow the trembling angel to reach her lips.

"Are you ready, Az?"

Azazel didn't trust his voice. He took a final, steadying breath, feeling his courage solidify into desperate need. "Yes... I'm ready."

In that instant, Az raised his hands, his fingers trembling. He paused, taking a moment to commit every detail of her face to eternity: the stormy blue of her eyes, the elegant slope of her nose, the soft and shinning skin of her cheeks, and finally, her lips—full, soft, and parted, looking utterly inviting. He closed his eyes, a devotee in prayer, and closed the infinitesimal gap between them.

The kiss began with a shocking gentleness. His lips brushed against hers, a soft, questioning massage. Then, with a soft sigh from Michael, it deepened. Her tongue swept into his mouth, not as an invasion, but as a claiming. It was warm and tasted of ozone and ambrosia. His mind went numb, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs as his senses were overwhelmed by her—her taste, her scent, the feel of her arms wrapping around his body to pull him closer until not a sliver of light could pass between them.

"Mmmmmm." The angel’s muffled moan was lost against her mouth. The archangel began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, the lush curve of her backside rubbing against the frantic hardness trapped beneath his pants. Each motion was a bolt of lightning straight to his core, his erection straining almost painfully against the rough fabric. Their kisses grew more intense, more hungry, a silent conversation of pent-up yearning and unleashed permission.

It felt like an eternity of paradise to Azazel, a perfect tableau he never wanted to be torn from. Here he was, kissing his mentor, his idol, the woman who had shaped his very existence. The one he had loved since his first moment of consciousness. He poured every ounce of that devotion into the kiss, his lips moving in unison with hers, their tongues dancing as if they were two halves of a long-lost whole.

They broke apart only when the need for air became imperative, a long, glistening strand of saliva connecting their swollen lips. Both panted, their faces flushed with heat, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of passion.

"Hehehe, oh my, what do we have here?" Michael cooed, shifting her weight deliberately and feeling the hard length of him press insistently against her. A mischievous, triumphant smile played on her lips as she looked at her flustered beloved. "I see you're not the only thing about you that has grown considerably, Az," the archangel said with a rich laugh, watching the poor boy's face turn a shade of red she didn't think was physically possible.

"M-Miss Michael, I-I'm so sorry, I—" Azazel launched into a panic, the military discipline and years of repression crashing down on him. He stared up at his mentor, his eyes wide with shame. "In truth, Miss Michael, I have something to confess... something that will surely make you angry and will cause you to hate me. I-I have a secret I must tell you." Michael looked down at him, her head tilting in feigned confusion.

"A secret?" she asked, her voice soft.

In an instant, the angel's courage broke. He lowered his head, unable to bear the sight of her. "The truth, Miss Michael... is that I failed to keep my promise," he choked out, the words tasting like ash. He remembered that day with painful clarity—her stern order to hide his true gender, to never succumb to base temptations, to remain pure and focused. "I couldn't hide it. After that... I-I lost my virginity to a succubus... and... and..." He braced for the blow—a shout, a slap, a look of utter disgust. He could already feel the weight of her disappointment crushing him. "And... I slept with many demons... too many times to count. And not only that, I've also had sinful thoughts... I've touched myself, multiple times, and now... now I can't stop myself. I can only think of more, and more," he confessed, the tears finally breaking free, tracing hot paths down his cheeks. He hated himself, this weak, lustful creature he had become. "And.. and..."

But before he could finish his self-flagellation, Michael's hands cupped his cheeks, her grip surprisingly gentle yet unyielding. She forced his face up and captured his mouth in a passionate, soul-searing kiss that stole the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his head. It wasn't a kiss of anger, but of overwhelming warmth and acceptance. Her tongue swept into his mouth, not in conquest now, but in absolution, caressing him lovingly, tasting his tears.

"M-mmphh!" Azazel didn't fight it. He melted into the kiss, his own hands coming up to clutch at her wrists, anchoring himself to this unbelievable reality.

"My dear, foolish Azazel," Michael murmured, breaking the kiss but leaving their foreheads pressed together, a thin string of saliva still connecting them. "Don't you dare hate yourself... this is not your fault. It is mine." Azazel stared, uncomprehending, his head spinning and his world turned upside down.

"W-what are you saying, Miss Michael?" the angel stammered, his voice ragged.

His superior leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "It's my fault, my dear little angel. I'm the one who forced you into that cage; it was my mistake that brought you this pain," Michael whispered, her voice thick with a regret that felt terrifyingly genuine. As she spoke, her hands traveled to the front of her uniform, beginning to slowly, deliberately unbutton her general's jacket. "I was wrong... I shouldn't have told you to hide your truth and repress the beautiful lust that grew in you. That fire is part of you, Az. It is not a sin." Button by button, the stiff jacket fell open, revealing a simple white tank top stretched taut over the formidable landscape of her chest. Her massive breasts were contained by the thin silk, her hardened nipples clearly visible, pebbled against the fabric. Beneath, the hard, defined planes of her stomach muscles were visible, a testament to a warrior's discipline filled with battle scars.

"Instead..." Michael continued, her voice dropping to a husky register that vibrated in Azazel's core. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall into the consuming darkness below. "I should have been the one to take care of you. To guide you. To deal with your lust and satisfy those desires myself... and so, I must take responsibility." Her fingers hooked into the hem of the tank top. With agonizing slowness, she began to raise it, inch by torturous inch, revealing the toned skin of her abdomen, then the swell of her lower breasts, until finally, with a soft sigh, she pulled it over her head and let it go.

Azazel's jaw went slack. There they were, freed from their confines: a pair of magnificent, perky breasts that seemed to defy gravity. They bounced gently with the motion, full and heavy, their pale skin a stark contrast to the dark void around them. The cold air—or perhaps the intensity of the moment—made her nipples harden into tight, eager peaks. He had never seen anything so powerfully beautiful in all his existence.

"M-Miss Michael?" he whispered, his voice full of awe and disbelief.

"Don't fret, dear Az... I will take care of you. I will teach you everything." Her voice was a sultry promise. Slowly, she framed his face with her hands, her fingers tangling in his hair, and pulled him gently forward towards her bosom. Azazel offered no resistance, his wide eyes hypnotized by the sight before him—the hardened nipples, the cut abs, the faint silver lines of old battle scars that mapped her history. His entire world narrowed to the space between them.

"M-Miss Michael... you're beautiful," he breathed, the words inadequate but utterly sincere.

Michael simply gave a low, rich laugh and pulled him the final inch, burying his face in the profound softness of her cleavage. "Thank you, my dear Az... now, enjoy your reward." The angel didn't need to be told twice. He had fantasized about this moment since the first time he’d seen her on the training grounds, a goddess clad in steel.

His face sank into the incredible warmth and softness of her breasts. His nose was filled with her scent—a mix of polished metal, heavenly ozone, and something uniquely, intoxicatingly her. His cheek was pillowed against her smooth skin, and he was surrounded by her.

"M-Misss MmmPmmIchael Mmph!" he tried to speak, but his words were muffled by her flesh.

"That's right, dear Az, feel them. I am all yours tonight," she murmured, her voice low and thick with a desire that shook him to his core. Her body seemed to envelop him completely, his face sinking deeper into the divine softness of her bosom.

"Mm mm mmm," Azazel let out a series of helpless, muffled moans, his face burning. Instinct took over. His lips began to worship her skin, planting soft, reverent kisses across the valley of her cleavage. His tongue darted out, tracing the faint lines of silvery scars—tokens of battles fought and won—licking her old wounds in a silent vow of devotion.

"Oh yes, dear Az, just like that. Suck them, feel them, kiss them," the archangel moaned, her head tilting back. Emboldened, Azazel's hands came up to gently fondle her breasts, his touch initially hesitant, then more confident as he felt her body tremble under his caress. He leaned further, capturing one taut nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hardened nub before suckling gently.

"Ohhhh yesss, Azazel... that's so good, show me how much you adore me," she cried out, her hips giving an involuntary grind against his trapped erection. He worshipped her with his mouth—sucking, kissing, nibbling, lapping—every action an offering of his long-suppressed devotion.

The archangel's breathy laughs of pleasure vibrated through her chest, her breasts bouncing and rubbing against his fervent face. Yet, even in his blissful haze, a nagging thought surfaced. 'Were Miss Michael's chest always this... immense?' he wondered, his mind struggling to reconcile the memory of her formidable but armor-clad form with the lush, overwhelming reality in his hands and mouth. Perhaps her uniform and armor had hidden their true scale, but now, exposed, it was clear her bust was far more generous than that of any other angel he'd seen—not quite the exaggerated proportions of a succubus, but certainly more bountiful than any celestial being had a right to be.

"Ahhhh, Azazel." Her moans only urged him on, his lips moving from her nipples to plant kisses across every inch of her chest, his tongue diligently tracing the map of her scars as if memorizing her history.

'He's mine... all mine now.' Meanwhile, Beelzebub, behind the perfect disguise of his mentor, grinned in vicious victory. She watched the small, beautiful angel suckling at her breasts like a starved fledgling, his pure devotion a more potent aphrodisiac than any demonic charm. One of her hands tangled in his hair, guiding him, while her other finally traveled down the front of his uniform. Her fingers palmed the massive bulge there, and she felt a jolt of surprised delight. His size was… impressive. More than impressive. A low growl of anticipation built in her throat as she imagined the delicious things she could do with such a magnificent tool. Her own core clenched in response, dampness soaking through her panties, her heart pounding with predatory excitement.

"Wait, my dear Az..." Michael's voice suddenly cut through the haze, her body going still.

Instantly, Azazel pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes wide with concern. "Is there something wrong, Miss Michael?"

"Oh no, my dear Az, not at all," she soothed, her smile returning. "It's just that I am meant to be taking care of you, and yet here you are, so diligently pleasuring me. That's not how a reward is supposed to work."

"I-It's not a problem, Miss Michael. It's my honor... its my pleasure to pleasure you," he stammered, earnest as ever.

"Yes, you are too good to me. But as your superior," she said, her tone taking on a note of gentle authority, "I must insist on taking responsibility for your needs. So—" In one fluid motion, the archangel rose to her feet, a towering vision of power and grace. She guided him to turn slightly before she settled behind him on her knees, her magnificent chest pressing against his back. "Here... rest your head on my lap. Relax, my dear Az. Let me serve you."

Azazel, too overwhelmed to question anything, slowly leaned back, letting his head rest upon the soft pillow of her thighs. He gazed up at her face, upside down from this angle, a new and intimate perspective of his idol. His hands fidgeted nervously on his own stomach, trying desperately to ignore the painful throb of his erection.

"Now then..." In an instant, she peeled off her remaining gloves, tossing them into the abyss where they vanished. Her bare hands, strong and skilled, began to move. They first carded through his hair in a soothing gesture, then trailed down his temples, caressing his heated skin. They journeyed lower, over the rapid pulse in his throat, down his chest, and finally, with deliberate slowness, came to rest at the buttons of his pants, right over the straining bulge that betrayed his need.

"You just enjoy the taste of my flesh on your lips," she commanded, her voice a husky whisper, "and I will take care of this." Her fingers made quick work of the fastenings, undoing the button and then drawing down the zipper with a slow, deliberate hiss.

The release was instantaneous. His manhood, freed from its confines, sprang up proudly between them, standing tall and thick and desperately eager. A gasp caught in Azazel's throat.

Michael let out a soft, genuine sound of awe that seemed to ripple through the consuming darkness around them. "Oh my... Azazel," she breathed, her voice a hushed, reverent whisper. Her eyes, wide with shock and admiration, drank in the sight of him—his size, his impressive length, his substantial girth. Her gaze dipped lower, taking in the heavy sac that promised a devastating weight. So big... and he is still barely more than a fledgling, the demon masquerading as his mentor thought, her own core flooding with a sudden, slick heat at the sheer promise of him. The angel beneath her blushed furiously under her open, hungry appraisal, a potent mixture of shame and dizzying pride warring within his heart.

"O-oh no, it's not a big deal, it's just that..." Azazel stammered nervously, one hand instinctively moving to cover himself before thinking better of it.

"Shhh, it's ok, my dear Az... don't fret. I will take care of you," she cooed, her voice a silken promise. Her fingers started slow, ghosting over his skin before gently wrapping around his hardening shaft. Her thumb swept in a slow, maddening circle over his tip, smearing the bead of precum that had already formed there, while her other hand cradled his head, guiding him toward the swell of her left breast. "Here... let me take care of you."

"MMmm!" In an instant, his lips were on her, sucking and kissing her breast with a desperate, instinctual need. His hips gave a slight, involuntary jerk, and his cock grew impossibly harder and hotter in her hand.

"That's it, Azazel, I'm here for you, so just relax and enjoy," she murmured, her fingers beginning a slow, deliberate stroke. The demon's eyes were wide with genuine amazement at the size of the young angel's cock. He's huge, more than what I was expecting... she thought, her thumb circling the sensitive crown again, eliciting a deep groan from the angel. Not a bad size at all, almost on the same terms as the Helltaker himself. Beelzebub smirked inwardly, feeling her own pussy grow wetter as her fingers wrapped more firmly around his member. She began a slow, pumping rhythm, her palm smearing his copious precum down his length to ease the glide.

"MMmmmmmphhh!" Meanwhile, Az lay there, lost in sensation, sucking her tits like a suckling babe, his eyes squeezed shut. His cock trembled in her grasp, every stroke drawing another muffled moan from his lips. Lord... if this is a dream, I never, ever want to wake up, he thought, his mind utterly unable to process the surreal reality, his body screaming that he had, against all odds, found heaven.

"You're enjoying it, right Az? You like how I stroke you, right?" The angel could only nod fervently, his hips beginning to develop a shy, thrusting rhythm against her hand while his lips kissed and nibbled at her nipples. "Good... now tell me how much you like my bosom," the archangel ordered, a predatory smile playing on her lips.

"I-I love them, Miss Michael," the angel gasped, his own hands now rising to greedily grab her breasts, squeezing them as his hips moved with more purpose.

"Good boy. And I also love your manhood; the Lord has truly blessed you," the demon purred, her tongue darting out to wet her lips at the thought of what was to come. "How foolish I was... asking you to hide this magnificent gift when you should have been sharing it with all of heaven." Her fingers tightened their grip, pumping him harder and faster, her eyes watching in deep satisfaction as Azazel's moans grew louder, more ragged. "Instead of making you suffer alone, I should have been there for you, aiding you, my dear Az." His cock began to throb in earnest, hardening to an almost painful degree at her wicked words, his whole body trembling, his mouth chanting her name like a prayer.

"MMMPHM! M-Miss Michael!" Her hand became a blur, pumping him harder and faster. The slick, wet sounds of her strokes filled the silent void, punctuated by the soft gasp of his leaking precum. With every sound, the demon's pussy grew wetter, a desperate ache building within her.

"H-hush, my dear Az... let me make it up to you for all those years of suffering," the demon whispered, her free hand gently caressing his head, her fingers running through his sweat-dampened hair to soothe him as his breathing hitched, signaling his impending peak. "Cum, cum for me, my dear Az. Let all that beautiful, pent-up energy come out."

"A-a-aa-aaaaaaaaa!" With a guttural groan, the angel's body seized up, bowstring tight. His member erupted, shooting a huge, seemingly endless stream of thick, white cum into the air. It arced high, spattering against the nothingness of the abyss and coating her hand in his warmth. His hips thrust forward erratically, his body shivering through the waves of pleasure, his mind wiped blissfully blank, his heart hammering against his ribs like a wild thing.

"My, my, Az... that was quite a lot," she mused, her voice laced with awe and amusement as she watched him come down. The angel could only groan in response, his cock still rock-hard and twitching, his hips making small, aborted thrusts into the air, his manhood clearly begging for more release. "How was it?"

"It was... divine, Miss Michael," the angel finally responded with a dazed, sated smile, his hips slowly stilling. "B-but Miss Michael... it's not fair that you blame yourself for everything."

"H-huh?" The archangel looked genuinely confused, her seductive persona faltering for a moment at the sudden shift in tone.

"You were only trying to protect me. You were trying to do right by me," Azazel said, his voice gaining a soft strength. "Just because you made a mistake doesn't mean you should beat yourself up for it." As he spoke, he began to move, slowly rising from her lap. In a swift, surprising motion, Azazel turned the tables, rolling on top of Michael and pushing her down into the soft, comforting embrace of the abyss.

"H-huh?!" Beelzebub was completely taken by surprise, her eyes wide. The sudden dominance from the normally timid angel sent a fresh, electric thrill straight through her.

"I don't care... I love you... and despite everything, I still want to show it. So... if you allow me," he said, his voice firm yet tender, "I want to show you my feelings for you." Michael—or rather, Beelzebub—could only blush, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she looked up at the angel, a genuine smile touching her lips. 

Wow... he's a bold one. I almost feel bad that this whole thing is just a dream... Oh dear sister, how you screwed up. You could have had him all to yourself, but you had to ruin him with your chastity and all that purity talk. With a small, breathy giggle, Beelzebub looked up at the angel from behind her Michael disguise and gave him a small, eager nod.

"Very well, my dear cadet... Show me how you truly feel," she said, lying back in the darkness, her arms spreading open in a gesture of complete surrender, giving him total control.

"Thank you... With your permission," the angel said, lowering himself. He crashed his lips against hers in a soft, warm, yet insistent kiss. His tongue became the gentle assailant, delving into her mouth to taste her fully.

"Mmm." Her tongue was quickly overtaken by his, the angel dominating the kiss completely. His hands tangled in her silver hair, pulling her closer, his tongue dancing and exploring every corner of her mouth. His eyes were closed in concentration, his lips devouring hers while the archangel melted into his touch, a soft moan escaping her throat.

O-oh my, it seems that secretary is doing a very good job indeed~

"Mmmm, mmmmm." His moans were muffled against her mouth. The demon wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. She could feel the hard plane of his chest against her soft breasts, and then, the delicious friction as the young angel began to move his hips.

Oh yes, grind against me, show me that big thing, Beelzebub thought, feeling his hardened length brush against the damp fabric of her panties. His hips ground against her core in a slow, circular motion, mimicking the rhythm of his tongue invading her mouth. They made out like that for long, blissful minutes, a tangle of limbs and heated skin, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples until they were hard peaks. Finally, Azazel broke the kiss, but he did not stop his assault. He lowered his mouth to the vulnerable column of her neck, his teeth grazing the skin before biting down possessively.

"AAahhh!" the demon in disguise moaned, the sound ripped from her throat in pure ecstasy. His lips and tongue lavished attention on her neck, licking over her battle-hardened skin, kissing the hollow of her throat, biting the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. Each new sensation caused her body to tremble and her pussy to weep, the fabric of her panties now thoroughly soaked with her nectar.

"A-Azazel, what are you—" she moaned, but before she could form a coherent question, the angel was moving lower, his lips planting a searing trail of kisses over the swell of her chest, down the tense plane of her stomach.

"Mmmmmm." His fingers played with her tits, teasing her nipples and causing her to arch her back with a gasp, while his lips left a constellation of small love bites across her body. His tongue traced the lines of her defined muscles, the silvery scars that mapped her history, and the tight ridges of her abs.

He's a real natural. I should thank the secretary for doing such a good job~ Her fingers tangled in his hair, not to guide him but to hold on as sensation overwhelmed her. "A-Az, what are you doing?" she breathed, though she knew perfectly well.

"Making up for lost time, Miss Michael," the angel responded, his voice a low, confident murmur against her skin—a tone she'd never heard from him before.

"H-huh?" Her question was cut short as her body was pushed more firmly into the darkness. The angel's hands found her waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her uniform pants and her soaked panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion to reveal the archangel's glistening cunt, its wet lips parted and inviting, framed by a neatly trimmed triangle of hair.

"M-Miss Michael's..." Azazel couldn't help but gulp audibly at the sight. He had never, in his most secret fantasies, imagined he would be here, with his mentor bared and vulnerable before him, his gaze utterly captivated by her glistening womanhood.

One last time, the angel raised his eyes, seeking permission from the grinning woman beneath him. She offered only a single, fervent nod.

Come on, little angel. Eat me. Worship my pussy... show me how much you love me. Without wasting another second, the young angel lowered his face and gave a long, slow, experimental lick from the very bottom of her slit all the way up to her throbbing clit.

"A-AAh!" the demon gasped, her hips jolting off the ground at the first contact. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his head, and her hands fisted in his hair, pushing his face down as the angel began to dine on her pussy in earnest.

"Mmm, Mmm, mmm." His tongue was relentless, licking and teasing her slit, which was already dripping with her sweet nectar.

"Oh, Azazel~" the archangel moaned, her voice pitching higher. Her pussy dripped onto his tongue, her hips beginning to grind and rock against his face, her toes curling, her legs locking around his head to keep him firmly anchored against her wet womanhood. "O-oh yes, you don't know how long I've waited for this. Your tongue feels so good." Her hands pressed him deeper, her moans growing louder, more wanton, echoing in the infinite space.

"You taste amazing, Miss Michael," the angel mumbled against her flesh, his words vibrating through her core. His tongue lapped and kissed at her entrance, his nose pressing against her soft bush, his mouth drinking deeply of her sweet, salty nectar.

"Yesss, yes, Az, you're doing a great job. Don't stop. More eating, less talking," the archangel commanded, her composure crumbling. The angel obeyed eagerly. His lips and mouth devoured her pussy, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit before delving inside her, teasing her inner walls while his teeth gently nibbled and tugged at her outer lips.

Azazel closed his eyes, letting his tongue speak the language he had been taught. It passed through her slick folds, savoring her divine juices, and he remembered his training well—all those secret, shameful, exhilarating days with Modeus, the encouraging tips from Justice, the rigorous "endurance tests" from Pandemonica, and even her moments with miss Malina had surprisingly provided. He put every lesson into practice, determined to make his mentor feel a paradise she had never known.

"OOOOOOooohh, Azazel, YES~ YES~ WORSHIP ME!" Her body shuddered violently, her legs squeezing his head like a vise as her hips ground and bucked wildly. Her body spasmed, and her cunt clenched before squirting a rush of her juices straight into his waiting, eager mouth.

"Mmphm, mmmph." The young angel took it all, drinking her cum and her juices, his hands holding her hips steady as her orgasm washed over her. She collapsed back, her back arching spectacularly, her chest heaving.

"A-AZ, P-Please, I-I'm, I'm—" The archangel's words were utterly muffled, lost to the crashing waves of pleasure that left her gasping and shuddering. Her hips gradually slowed their frantic rhythm, her legs loosening their grip to fall bonelessly to the sides, allowing the angel to move freely as she finished cumming, her cunt pulsing around nothing. Beelzebub let out a long, shuddering gasp, utterly spent from the amazing climax.

"Miss Michael, are you ok?" the angel asked, pulling back slightly, his voice laced with genuine concern. He never wanted to harm her.

"I'm...I'm fine, my dear Az... that's... wow," the archangel breathed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Her body continued to shiver with aftershocks, her fingers trembling, her toes still curled. "You've truly grown, my dear cadet... to think you would make me feel so... so good."

"T-thank you, M-Miss Michael, b-but—" Slowly, his face blushing a deep crimson, Azazel began to climb back up her body, settling himself between her splayed thighs. His hips aligned perfectly with her slick, well-used entrance, the head of his still-hard cock nudging against her sensitive folds.

"H, huh?" Michael's gaze, hazy and blushing from her explosive climax, lowered. Her eyes widened in surprise and then pure, unadulterated lust as she noticed his hard cock poised at her entrance, a lustful smile spreading across her features.

"M-Miss Michael... t-this is embarrassing, but..." Azazel dared not look at his mentor, turning his face away in a shy gesture that was utterly endearing. "C-could I... m-make love to you?"

Hearing that innocent, heartfelt question, Beelzebub couldn't help but let out a small, choked chuckle. O-Oh, this little thing is going to make my heart melt... He eats my pussy like a seasoned master and then asks me if he can make love to me? Not even fuck... make love. Oh, how deliciously innocent. She watched Azazel with a radiant, warm smile, her hand reaching down between them. Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, guiding him to her entrance, helping him with his aim.

"Yes, Azazel... you may," she purred, her voice a husky blend of maternal affection and raw, unvarnished desire. Her arms spread wider, a divine invitation to a paradise he had only ever dreamed of. The vision of his stern, revered mentor—spread open, wanting, and granting him explicit permission—shattered the last vestiges of his control. With a final, breathless surrender, the young angel fell into her embrace, pushing forward into her wet, waiting heat.

"MISS MICHAEL...!" The cry was torn from his very soul as he threw himself upon her, his face burying itself in the soft, fragrant pillows of her breasts. In one smooth, desperate motion, his cock sheathed itself entirely within the archangel's pussy. A powerful, shuddering moan was ripped from her lips as he was instantly captured by the incredible, clenching pressure of her cunt walls.

"O-oh, FUCK! SO BIG! So full!" Michael gasped, the curse a stark and thrilling break in her character. But Azazel was beyond noticing, his world narrowed to the sensation of her and the primal rhythm his hips had already begun, moving in an animalistic, frantic pace as he clung to her.

"MISS MICHAEL....MISS MICHAEL, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" he screamed into her chest, each declaration punctuated by a deep, driving thrust. It felt like the world was ending, and this was his final act of worship. He could feel every ridge and contour of her inner walls, a silken, vice-like grip that milked his length with every movement, dragging him deeper into a blissful madness. Her name became a mantra on his lips, a moaned prayer.

'OH, BY THE SEVEN HELLS, HE'S GOING SO HARD~' Beelzebub's mind was white-hot static, her eyes rolling back in her skull. The angel's cock was being brutally, wonderfully crushed by the Crimson Queen's pussy. The pressure of her own inner muscles was incredible, a practiced clench meant to overwhelm, and yet the angel was pistoning into her without relent. Her nectar flowed freely, a slick, fragrant proof of her arousal that stained the void around them. "O-OH, AZAZEL, YES~ YES! JUST LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU DARE STOP!" she howled, her hands claiming him—one arm locking around his back to hold him close, the other tangling in his hair to press his face deeper into her cleavage. Her powerful legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as her entire body shivered and trembled from the overwhelming pleasure.

"O-OH, MISS MICHAEL, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! SO MUCH... I LOVE YOU!" the angel roared, each thrust becoming more powerful, more possessive, as the heat of lust clouded his mind and burned away all rational thought.

'O-oh, lord... this is bad, hehehe. I'm losing control... This innocent boy, he's ravaging me. He's tearing this old demon apart, and I absolutely love it~' Beelzebub thought, her facade crumbling with each perfect thrust that hammered against her deepest spots. Her juices streamed down her thighs with every movement, her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, and a delicious tension began to coil deep within her core.

"I-I LOVE YOU TOO, AZ~ I WANT YOU TO BE MINE!" Beelzebub cried out, beginning to play her cruelest game with the young angel's vulnerable heart. "YOU CAN BE MINE, ALL MINE! FOREVER!"

"Y-YES, MISSSS MICHAEL! I WANT TO BE YOURS, YOURS AND YOURS ALONE!" he roared back, his hips pistoning faster now, a relentless machine. His member throbbed intensely, his balls slapping against her ass with a lewd, rhythmic smack. Her pussy tightened reflexively, a wave of contractions signaling her own approaching peak.

"I W-was so wrong, Az~" The Crimson Queen moaned, leaning into the angel's ear, her breath hot against his skin as she began to pour her poisonous whispers into him. "I shouldn't have told you to hide this amazing, divine cock of yours~" she giggled, the sound strained with pleasure. The constant, brutal ravaging was breaking her concentration. Her meticulous disguise began to flicker and fail: her dark hair bled back to its natural ashy white, her hardened warrior's skin softened into smooth, freckled silk, small horns began to curl from her brow, freckles began to manifest in her face and her blue eyes bled into a glowing, hungry crimson.

"The Lord truly blessed you with this for a reason, didn't He?" Azazel was too far gone, his vision filled with the swell of her breasts, his entire being focused on the primal act of claiming her. Beelzebub seized the opportunity, pouring her venom into his falling heart. "Maybe this is your purpose, Az... This magnificent cock shouldn't be hidden away in chastity. It should be used, shared, worshipped for the pleasure of others, don't you think, Az?" The angel could only nod dumbly, his thrusts becoming even more fervent.

"Hide no more..." Beelzebub chuckled, planting the seeds of sin deep within his psyche. "Don't repress these beautiful desires anymore. Let them out. Take control and take everything you want," she cooed, her voice sweet and hypnotic as she softly traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. Each word, each subtle action, made his cock throb violently within her, stoking his fire and pushing him to new heights of frantic energy.

"AH~ yes, j-just like that..." she gasped, crying out as the tip of his cock slammed against her cervix. "Hold back no more... don't hide anymore... just let your desires go wild," she commanded, biting her lip, her true voice now completely unveiled. Her disguise was utterly gone, but Azazel remained in blissful, ignorant ecstasy. "Claim and ravage any woman you desire... take them, fuck them, breed them without mercy." The sinful words sent a jolt through the angel, pushing them both right to the precipice of a shattering climax.

"All women—mortal, demon, and angel alike—are yours to claim. It's your right... your sacred duty. Otherwise, why would the Lord grant you such an amazing weapon?" A ragged gasp escaped Azazel's lips. The words felt both blasphemous and profoundly right in his lust-addled mind. He never imagined Miss Michael saying such things, but the pleasure was too immense, the temptation too sweet to question. "MMMmmggh, y-yes, Az... ravage and fuck, claim all you want as yours... A-AH!" It made a terrible, wonderful sense to him, and his divine being drank the poison greedily.

"M-MISS MICHAEL! O LORD... M-MISS MICHAEL!" It was too much. The pressure in his balls was unbearable, his cock a rigid, throbbing rod ready to unleash its divinity. "M-MISS MICHAEL, I-I'M GOING T-TO... I'M GOING TO!" He wasn't alone; Beelzebub's pussy clenched in a series of violent, eager spasms, ready to receive his seed with open arms.

"YES, YES, LIKE THAT... CLAIM ME! FILL ME WITH YOUR DIVINE SEED! NOW, AZAZEL! GIVE IT TO ME, AND THEN GIVE IT TO EVERY WOMAN WHO CROSSES YOUR PATH!" she shrieked with pleasure, tightening her grip like a vise, ready for the explosive release, ready to feel his warm, potent essence flooding her depths...

Or that was the original idea.

Until suddenly, everything stopped.

The immense pressure on her core vanished. The feeling of being filled to the brim, stretched and claimed, disappeared. The frantic, passionate movements ceased entirely. The world went silent save for the pounding of her own heart.

"H-huh? A-Azazel?" Beelzebub's eyes snapped open, her voice laced with confused anger. She pushed herself up on her elbows, the abrupt denial of her climax a physical ache. "Why did you stop?! I was almost there, I was—" Her words died in her throat. She was alone. Azazel was gone, vanished from the dark realm as if he had never been there. "Azazel?!"

The angel wouldn't answer. But a familiar, flat, baritone voice did.

"Oh, hey, Beel. You're back."

Beelzebub's head whipped around. Standing there, looking down at her with his usual impassive expression, was the Helltaker. His crimson eyes took in the scene: the naked, supremely aroused, and very clearly blue-balled Demon Queen, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with sweat, and her frustration palpable enough to taste.

"W-what happened? I-I was here and I was just about to..." she stammered, her mind reeling. In a blink, she turned her furious gaze to the crack in reality she used to spy on the angel's world, desperate to know what went wrong. "w-why did he disappear?... we were in the middle of—AH!"

A gasp of pure, unadulterated indignation escaped her. The sight in the scrying crack made her blood boil. There was Azazel, writhing in his own bed, his face a mask of confused pleasure and pain as he clutched his asscheeks.

"H-he woke up? B-but why?!" she seethed, her eyes scanning his room until they landed on the source of her ruin. There, leaning against the doorframe with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, was the bitch devil herself. Zdrada held the remote control for the high-powered vibrating anal plug buried in Azazel's ass, and she was pressing the button down with relentless, malicious glee.

"T-that... that bitch..." Beelzebub whispered, her voice trembling with a rage so profound it chilled the air around her in the abyss. In an instant, her face flushed a deep, violent red. Her fly wings buzzed to life with an angry snap. Her hands clenched, the leather of her gloves straining, and her teeth ground together hard enough to generate tiny, angry sparks.

She had been so close. The angel's corruption, her own climax, everything was within her grasp. And it was stolen from her by Lucifer's chain-smoking, sadistic secretary's pet.

The Helltaker, for his part, just stared silently as the demon trembled with incandescent rage, her soaked pussy still dripping onto the floor of the void. He processed the scene for a long moment before saying the first thing that came to his mind.

"And how did it go?"

There was a long, deafening pause. Beelzebub remained utterly still, a statue of pure fury. The only movement was the frantic twitch in her eye and the white-knuckled tightening of her gloved fists.

"Beel?" he asked again, cautiously taking a half-step back as he felt the pressure in the room building to a dangerous level. He could see the steam practically coming out of her ears.

But then, she seemed to relax. She took one long, deep, shuddering breath, visibly trying to reclaim her usual aura of calm, collected dominion. The Helltaker relaxed slightly, thinking the storm had passed.

He was wrong.

The breath she took wasn't for calming down. It was to fuel her scream.

Beelzebub exploded.

"MOTHERFUCK—!"

The curse wasn't just a word; it was a physical force, a shockwave of pure demonic fury that erupted from her core. It hit the Helltaker square in the chest, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying backward into the comforting darkness of the abyss, leaving the Crimson Queen to scream her frustration into the uncaring void.