Chapter 1

Soft, muted sunlight drifted through the window, silently illuminating the small apartment as it landed. The radiant beams of light did their best to pierce the thick clouds above, but with winter in full swing, every second of their presence represented the aftermath of a fierce battle. The sunlight swelled as it found a particularly thin patch of clouds, illuminating even more of the elegant campus that was Aurelius University.

The campus itself was just starting to stir, and for a vast majority of the student population, they did so with great reluctance. The lengthy holiday vacation had only ended a week prior, and many were still struggling to readjust to the demands of early morning classes.

Among the few students waking at this time, however, one in particular did so with practiced enthusiasm. In spite of the early hour, and somehow even in spite of her tired shuffling, she still managed to carry herself with poise and elegance as she walked out of the bedroom. She had short, brilliant blonde hair that framed her face perfectly before ending just above her shoulders, though a few loose strands belied that she’d only recently risen from bed. Her face itself had sleek features that were capable of pivoting on a dime between endlessly compassionate and fiercely protective, yet no matter which expression she wore, her face always seemed unnaturally symmetrical. In fact, were it not for the large scars cutting through her left eyebrow and right upper lip, some might consider her the very face of perfection itself.

For Vequaniel Bennett, however, those scars were her most treasured feature. Her birth had been a literal Miracle, an act of Divinity bestowed upon her mother on the condition that the resulting daughter be an Angel: a servant of Heaven meant to enact the Divine’s will on Earth. The scars that shattered the illusion of her perfection were real, tangible reminders that, despite her lineage, she was just as capable of making mistakes as everyone else.

At the moment, however, she didn’t care to question her appearance, or her role in the divine schemes of Heaven and Hell. As she balanced precariously between sleep and the waking world, she cared only to take whatever steps brought her closer to coffee.

Opening the cabinet over the coffee machine, she pulled out a small bag of beans and poured them into an electric grinder. Not only did grinding her own beans create a stronger flavor, but it added another step in the delightful routine of procuring her morning beverage. As she carefully poured the freshly-ground beans into the coffee machine, she wondered if her love of this routine tied into her religious upbringing. Perhaps all the hours spent memorizing scripture, preparing communion, and rehearsing hymns had instilled a love of custom and ritual that carried over into her love of making coffee.

As soft bubbling noises filled her ears, she took a deep breath and stretched her arms over her head. A heavy yawn overtook her as she reached higher and higher, her back eventually cracking in a few places. Vee sighed in relief, then leaned forward against the kitchen counter to look out over the apartment.

It technically wasn’t her place, though after the last few weeks it was hard to argue otherwise. It belonged to her girlfriend, Amara Lamour: the strongest and most beautiful person on campus, at least in Vee’s eyes. A few months ago, Amara had discovered an otherworldly lineage of her own, though hers came from a much less holy direction. She’d unknowingly been a demon her entire life, and losing her virginity had kickstarted a surprise second puberty. Only weeks later, a terrible chain of events had led Vee to think that banishing Amara to Hell was necessary to keep the campus safe. Thankfully, she’d failed, and the scars from that night reminded Vee every day that people were more complicated than they appeared, and that the Church knew less than they’d have her believe.

Amara’s transformation, on top of uprooting her entire life, had also wreaked havoc on her apartment. Large talons present on the tips of her wings and the tendency of hellfire to spring forth from her demonic actions had caused countless scrapes, gouges, and burns throughout the home. Shortly after the two of them started dating, Vee’s desire for well-kept surroundings had led her to tap into her Divine powers and restore the damage herself.

Now, the place practically sparkled. After painstakingly scouring the apartment to remove all traces of demonic damage, Vee had also taken the opportunity to add her own flair to the decorations. It wasn’t that Amara had completely forgone the process—she had a collection of framed pictures adorning the walls—but many small touches had simply been ignored. Vee had insisted on adding fanciful flourishes to the many crooks, crannies, and crevices around the apartment, and she was immensely proud of the results.

After a few minutes of appreciating her handiwork, Vee happily turned her attention back to the coffee. A piping hot elixir of alertness stood waiting for her, and she hummed with satisfaction as she pulled the mug into her hands. She inhaled its rich aroma, then took her first sip and smiled as warmth flooded her body.

With the specter of sleep now thoroughly banished, Vee walked to the other side of the counter to grab her backpack. She opened it up, spread out her various folders, binders, and notebooks, and began double checking all the assignments due this week. Her previous semester had ended disastrously, an unfortunate side effect of a crazed student pulling her into Purgatory and causing her to miss all of her finals. Now, more than ever, she needed to step up her studying game and prove she deserved to be here.

Half an hour later, the bedroom door opened once more and a very sleepy succubus followed in Vee’s footsteps, shuffling towards the kitchen as she yawned and rubbed her eyes. Unlike Vee, however, she was completely nude.

Long, wavy, brownish-auburn hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her beautiful locks somewhat disrupted by the various errant strands that jutted out at awkward angles, a remnant of having just woken up. Towards the front of her head, two blackened horns emerged, piercing the tangled mess of hair and briefly flashing hints of red as sunlight danced across them. Every inch of her rich sienna skin seemed to sparkle in the morning light, the curves of her hips and breasts each catching the light in different, equally seductive ways.

Not that she was consciously trying to seduce Vee. At least, not yet. Probably. As Amara had grown more and more comfortable with her demonic identity, she’d begun to fully internalize her immense sexual appeal, and now it seemed like even absentminded actions were precision designed to make her look as sexually appealing as possible.

Vee, who was standing next to the counter as she sipped her coffee and checked her homework, flashed a warm smile towards Amara. “Morning love. How are you feeling?”

Amara slowly shuffled behind Vee, wrapping her arms around her waist before resting her head on her back. “Mmmmmrgh...” she mumbled.

“Still tired?” Vee asked. She then felt the subtle nod of Amara’s head as she kept leaning against her. “I just made coffee, and there’s more than enough for you.”

This time, Amara shook her head. “No coffee ... not strong enough...” As she finished speaking, her tail crept closer and wrapped itself around Vee’s leg, inching higher and higher with a silent suggestion of what Amara actually needed right now.

Glancing over to the clock, Vee quickly ran the numbers.

So long as she doesn’t take her time, which she normally doesn’t in the morning, I should have more than enough time to shower afterwards and still be on time for class.

Amara’s demonic tail, colored deep crimson, curled even tighter as its tip reached for the top of Vee’s pajama pants. Her hands released their hold on Vee’s waist, then pushed inside Vee’s shirt to gently scratch her back. That tender, loving gesture only lasted a few moments, however, and she quickly found herself distracted by Vee’s lack of a bra. Her hands slipped forward, fingers reaching eagerly for Vee’s breasts.

With a quiet gasp, Vee leaned backwards against Amara, her own hands reaching for her demonic girlfriend’s soft thighs. Powerful muscles lay just beneath the skin, yet in spite of their presence, Amara’s legs were practically as soft as pillows. Vee closed her eyes, focusing on the feelings of both touching and being touched, and happily welcomed the wave of arousal that crested over her.

The warmth of Amara’s embrace grew steadily hotter as she held Vee tighter. Amara’s hands, now gently massaging Vee’s breasts, lightly pinched them just hard enough to make Vee twitch with excitement. As this happened, her tail readjusted, wrapping around Vee’s waist before carefully and expertly pushing her pants down. A cold breeze met Vee’s bare legs, but the discomfort it brought immediately evaporated as Amara released a small burst of warm air, perfectly accommodating Vee’s arousal as she sank deeper into the succubus’s embrace.

Fuck ... she’s too good at this...

As Vee started to grow more excited at the thought of Amara’s tail, the gentle massage of Amara’s hands began to feel tame in comparison to what she really wanted. At that exact moment, however, an intangible warmth reached deep into Vee’s spirit, connecting them both in a manner possible only for an angel and a demon.

That connection betrayed Vee’s desires, her want for something rougher, and Amara happily obliged. She pushed Vee closer to the counter, then moved her hands to the angel’s back. Grabbing Vee tight, Amara pushed her down until her face met the faux marble counter, and Vee grabbed tight in anticipation. She wasn’t always in the mood for this kind of desperate, primal fucking, but after a tense first week of classes it sounded like the perfect way to relieve stress.

Now bent over like an animal in heat, Vee hummed in excitement as Amara stepped closer, her deliciously warm thighs meeting Vee’s. One of Amara’s hands slid higher, lightly scratching Vee’s back before pushing into her hair and gently grabbing hold. Amara’s other hand moved lower, tracing over the curves of Vee’s body before coming to rest on her hips. After grabbing tight there as well, Amara’s tail pushed Vee’s pajama pants even further down, completely exposing her legs. The demonic tail slithered around Vee’s left thigh, then her right, pinning the angel in place with her legs just far enough apart to welcome a desperate fucking. With Vee now completely trapped in her girlfriend’s grasp, the tip of Amara’s tail approached Vee’s dripping sex.

Amara’s tail was completely prehensile, and her control over it never ceased to amaze. It had taken Vee longer than she’d ever admit to adjust to the feeling of being fucked by something that felt, for all intents and purposes, like a snake or some kind of sentient tentacle. In time, thankfully, she’d come to love the unique experiences it afforded; of course, as a part of the most wonderful woman in the world, it hadn’t been a hard sell.

The tip of the tail lightly brushed against Vee’s pussy, flicking back and forth with playful intent as Vee gasped and moaned. She tried to push her hips back against the flared tip, silently pleading for more, but Amara’s intense grasp held her still, driving her even further into a horny stupor.

“Amara ... fuck, give it to me!” Vee pleaded. She released her hold on the kitchen counter, reaching back to try and pull Amara closer, and was caught off guard when Amara instead grabbed her hands and pinned them to her back. Vee felt a flash of warmth, then flinched in surprise as Amara clicked a pair of fluffy handcuffs around her wrists.

Amara leaned forward, her heavy breasts pushing against Vee’s back as she kept her hands pinned down. “I need you hotter than a boiling pot of coffee, love. I wasn’t expecting you to want something so rough today, but who am I to say no?” Amara whispered, her breath so hot Vee swore she felt sparks of hellfire dance across her face. More than the bondage, more than the tail teasing her slick entrance, Amara’s sultry voice sent shivers down Vee’s spine.

It seemed to be enough for Amara as well, as her tail finally caved to Vee’s desperation. Its pointed tip pushed into Vee’s pussy, moving deeper and deeper with each passing second. The flared nature of the tip felt incredible, and as it slid further into Vee’s sex, it began twisting and twitching in search of Vee’s most sensitive spots. The soft ridges of Amara’s tail gently massaged the quivering walls of Vee’s pussy, and delightful tremors of pleasure surged through her body. Her back involuntarily arched as she surrendered to Amara’s tail, no longer trying to push against it now that it was inside her.

Only needing one hand to pin Vee down, Amara moved her other hand to Vee’s face. She gently caressed the angel’s cheek, up and down, before lightly grabbing her neck and whispering into her ear once more. “Do you like that, Vee? Do you like my tail fucking you senseless while you’re completely under my control?”

With each thrust, each delicate twist, Amara’s tail seemed to chase away another ounce of stress that had built up in Vee’s body. Several partial orgasms had already caught her off guard, and she began wondering what Amara had in store to truly push her over the edge. Such errant thoughts were pushed from her mind, however, when Amara’s tail twitched again, twisting faster than usual before its flared tip pulled back, threatening to pull out entirely.

Vee whimpered, pleading as best she could for Amara not to stop. She threw as much as her weight as she could into fucking Amara, each time meeting resistance from the thicker parts of the demonic tail still wrapped around her thighs. They rippled and shook with power, effortlessly holding Vee in place as Amara continued teasing her.

“There it is,” Amara whispered, her seductive voice like honey to Vee’s ears. “There’s the desperate little angel I need to wake me up. Do you want to cum?”

“Amara ... fuck, yes, please!!” Vee gasped.

A slow, sensual chuckle filled Vee’s world, and Amara slowly released her hold on Vee’s neck. Her fingers traced across Vee’s shoulder, down her back, over her hips, before finally sliding around towards her throbbing clit. Even if Amara couldn’t read Vee’s arousal with near-perfect precision, all their weeks of constant fucking had given Amara intimate knowledge of what Vee enjoyed most in the bedroom. The thick, demonic tail fucking her in slow, long strokes was amazing, but the one thing that truly set Vee off was having her clit played with.