Chapter 33

~~David~~

“I wish I got stronger when I ate a demon heart,” he said, tossing his breastplate aside. Clunk. “The Cainites do. Greg and me, not so much. They make me feel good, great even, but superhuman strength? Nope.” Grunting, he sat against the alcove wall, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “You girls make me look like a wimp.”

The Las giggled, grabbed his armor, took his knife — he’d found a new one — and set them aside.

“You’re as strong as most humans in Hell,” Caera said. “Special powers notwithstanding.” With a similar grunt, she lowered her chest to the ground, and Jes and Acelina helped Dao off the tiger’s back. Dao insisted on walking, but at least she accepted help, and her lover guided her to the wall directly opposite David.

Acelina sat on the opposite side of the alcove too, of course, Daoka beside her, but like a lot of the alcoves they found, they were just small chambers at the end of dead-end tunnels. Some were big, most were not, and this one was maybe twelve feet wide past the tunnel curve that led outside. David could have reached forward and touched Acelina’s hoof; probably get kicked for it, too.

Caera panted as she took off her pieces of armor. She wore a lot more than he did. A chunk for her stomach, another for her chest and large breasts, another for her thighs, and a few smaller pieces here and there. Again, the Las took them and put them in a pile, giggling the whole time. Apparently, they’d made a game of collecting people’s pieces of gear.

She lay beside him near the wall, breathing deep, and set her huge head on his lap as she put her back to the wall. Like a big cat or dog, she got cozy beside him, cheek on his thigh, and he smiled down at her as he slid his fingers into her hair.

“Doing okay, Dao?” David asked.

Dao chirped a couple times, smiling at him.

“She’s recovering well,” Jes said, helping her lover take off her armor. She sat with Dao on her left, Dao between the gargoyle and the spire mother. The soft creamy center between two hard cookies. Somehow, David found the wisdom to not say that metaphor out loud.

“Caera’s estimates are probably accurate,” Acelina said. “She knows battle well.”

Sighing, Caera’s big tail went still, and she closed her eye as she nuzzled her cheek on David’s leg. He braced for some words about how her battle knowledge wasn’t good enough to protect Dao, or to keep her eye, but she said nothing. No doubt she was thinking about it, though, and David combed her hair in response. She let out a long, gentle, rumbling purr, and closed her eye.

The demons were all tired. They’d been walking all day, and while that’d been a pain on David’s body, it was hell on theirs. All of them were breathing deep, Las included. Once they’d finished collecting everyone’s armor, set them into piles, and created piles with their own armor, they collapsed into the center of the alcove between everyone’s feet, exhausted. A dog pile, something they enjoyed doing frequently.

Twilight had only just begun, which meant they had fourteen hours until twilight ended, night began, and then morning twilight ended. It wasn’t safe to travel during twilight, even with a group, not while Dao was injured. On top of that, the demons needed the break.

Problem: the demons were still going stir crazy, despite a day of traveling. They’d met no one, no hellbeast, no other demons, no humans, not a soul. Awesome for David, but a life without hunting or sex was a poor life for a demon.

“Las,” David said. All four girls instantly perked up and got on their knees in front of him and Caera. He held up his hands in surrender. “I just wanted to know what you normally do when you’re not hunting.”

“When not hunting?” Lasca tugged on her horn, eyes down, thinking. “Um...”

“Scavenging?” Laara said. “Heard it called that. Scavenge. Eat remnants.”

“Not tasty,” Laria said.

“Or filling,” Latia said.

David laughed. “And when you’re not eating or doing something to get food?”

All four ladies shrugged as they looked at each other and then around.

“Fuck!”

“Sex!”

“Fucking and sexing.”

“But...” Lasca spun around slowly, looking at all the other demons before ending on David. “No impins or gremlins here. Not enough cocks for everyone.”

Jes laughed. “And when you’re not fucking impins and gremlins?”

“Sometimes fuck borjins.”

Laria sighed. “But Cainites killed borjins.”

All four little ladies whined and collapsed on each other — literally — into a big pile again.

Borjins, called minotaurs by the humans, were big lumbering demons as big as brutes, but slow, mentally and physically, and not all that good at fighting. Very good at lifting and moving heavy things, though.

“You fucked minotaurs?” David asked.

“It is a known arrangement,” Acelina said, and she gestured out to the little ladies in front of her with a sweep of her healed wing. “Borjins can do little to fend off pestering imps and grems, but sometimes they work together. Borjins will build them nests, and the pests will fetch them food.”

“And huge cock!” Latia said, and she jumped up to her hooves. “David’s is bigger. But, still, huge!”

They giggled and swarmed him again. Caera fought them off with mild swipes of her arms, but they dodged easily, and more giggles erupted as they threw themselves at the giant tiger, too. Lasca got between David’s legs, hugged him, and buried her face against his chest, while the other three fought to get under and around Caera’s limbs. She was a much bigger target, and it wasn’t long before the tiger lost the battle; not that she tried to resist them very hard.

Daoka giggled, hissed with pain, but smiled once the pain was gone, and gestured to the Las as she clicked.

“No,” Jes said. “You’re still hurt.”

Daoka groaned, and launched a quick barrage of clicks at Jes, dolphin style. But Jes shook her head, impervious to the satyr’s increasingly annoyed clicks.

“What’s going on?” David asked.

Halfway between a chuckle, Caera rolled over, head falling off David’s leg as she squashed Laria underneath her. With how busty the little gremla was, that was a lot of boob pressed to boob.

“Daoka thinks it’s important you have sex,” the tiger said, looking up from her wriggling, pinned prey to David.

“That’s not what she said,” Jes said, groaning and flicking her lover in the forehead. “She said David should keep exploring his powers. She just not-so-subtly implied that involved his sex aura.”

“Sex!” Laria said, only her head visible underneath Caera’s neck, the rest of her hidden underneath the huge tiger’s body.

Caera shifted up, and the little lady squealed as her face disappeared under Caera’s breasts. The other little ladies laughed up a storm, and Latia and Laara climbed onto her back.

Lasca, on the other hand, continued to snuggle into David’s chest, and she purred into him as she hooked her legs around his waist.

“Daoka smart,” she said.

“Daoka,” Jes said, “is going to tear open her insides if she so much as bends the wrong way. She’s not having any sex!”

Dao sighed and eyeless-ly rolled her eyes, before gesturing to the Las.

“Sex!” Latia and Laara said, and they climbed off Caera before kneeling beside her and putting their hands together like they were praying. “Please?”

Caera raised her good eyebrow. “Why’re you asking me?”

“Dao says you and David are close,” Lasca said, and she leaned back on David’s lap, hooked her arms on his shoulders, and dangled her head behind her upside down, face aimed at Jes, Dao, and Acelina. “Right? David’s owner says so.”

David blinked at Dao, and the riiva waved her fingers at him, complete with a knowing grin.

Caera chuckled at the two little ladies praying to her, stood up on her four legs so Laria didn’t suffocate, and pushed the gremla aside before she sat beside David, classic upright cat sitting pose. She didn’t say anything, though. The mischievous smile she gave David said everything.

How the fuck did romance work with demons? Was he in a romantic relationship with Caera? He had no idea. But, he did know Caera was smiling, smiling in a way she hadn’t since ... ever? And that alone had him smiling, too.

“I think,” Caera said at last, and she picked Lasca off David’s lap, earning some giggling squeals from her, “that David and mine’s relationship is none of your business.”

Dao laughed, high-pitched clicks and chirps, and she whined and groaned again as she held her stomach.

Jes growled at her lover. “If you get yourself killed because you can’t hold the fuck still, who am I going to get revenge on for you dying?” After a few more clicks, Jes sighed and gestured to David. “She insists you should be having sex. It’ll be good for you.”

Good for him? He eyed Daoka, and her soft, gentle, unending smile was relentless and all-knowing. She’d been watching him.

He sighed, but before he could say anything, Laria, no longer crushed under the tiger, dashed around her friends on all fours like a rabbit, jumped between David’s legs, got on her knees, and squashed her chest into his like Lasca before. After a few playful titters, her smile turned mischievous, like Caera’s, and she took his hands and set them on her hips. The shortest of the Las, and the bustiest, she squashed her huge breasts into his abs, and hugged him snug so he felt them grow softer by the second.

“David is special,” she said, and she purred as she rubbed her forehead and horns into his chest. “Magical.”

“I uh ... I mean, that’s true, but—”

“Magic cock,” Latia said, and she came around and sat beside him, opposite of Caera. “Very strange. Must investigate! Maybe more sex powers?”

More sex powers. An aura that had everyone boiling with arousal, an absolutely massive dick that could change size, and the ability to orgasm a dozen times or more? It was hard to imagine what other sorts of sex powers he might unlock. But then again, he’d literally controlled the shape of Hell not long ago, so as much as he struggled to believe it, there was a distinct possibility that Latia was onto something.

Latia straddled his leg, wiggled her butt as she set it on his thigh, and leaned in beside Laria until the two mini-winged-satyrs were squashed, side to side. Both had grown much redder, and their cheeks glowed as they beamed up at him with big, kinda crazy kinda scary, but very cute eyes.

“I mean ... maybe I do?” He gulped as he looked up at Caera, expecting to see the tiger either looking at him like she was going to fuck him, or hurt him for letting the two Las rub their softening bodies all over him. But instead, she sat down proper, legs out in front of her like David, and body close enough her side nudged against his. With Laria and Latia rubbing against David, that left the two impas Lasca and Laara free for Caera, and she grabbed them and squeezed them to her body, earning more giggles.

Two little ladies rubbing against David was one thing. Two getting scooped up by a giant tiger woman twice their height, so eight times their size, was an entirely different display. She put Laara between her curvy, hard thighs, and gestured down at her pelvis, while she used her free arm to hold Lasca to her breasts and earn some more giggles from the leader of the Las.

She lifted Lasca up, looked the mini gargoyle up and down, considered, and set her down on David’s free leg, leaving him completely pinned. Lasca cheered, grabbed his arm, and hugged him. With Latia on his left leg, Lasca on his right, and Laria between his thighs, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“You fuck those three,” Caera said, and she grinned down at him, “and I’ll fuck this one.” As if it sounded like a perfectly reasonable arrangement, she reached down, and guided Laara’s head down to her sex.

“What? I—”

“Yay!” Laria squealed with glee and yanked off his leather skirt. And before he could stop her, she got down on her elbows and knees, head-butted his abs for some unknown, mischievous reason, and set her lips on his flaccid penis.

Heavenly warmth engulfed him, wet, inviting, playful, and he sucked in a breath as he looked down at the little critter determined to get him aroused at the speed of light. Imps and grems had big mouths full of very sharp teeth, and he braced for pain, but Laria buried his cock in nothing but a loving, exploring tongue, and kissing lips.

David sucked in a breath and looked at everyone else. Laara looked at him excitedly up from between Caera’s huge thighs. Acelina aimed her eyeless gaze elsewhere. Dao watched him with an intrigued smile. Jes was annoyed, but she threw some glances his way, and Caera’s. Caera spared a quick glance for David, and she winked at him. Or, blinked, with her one eye.

All the demons were growing redder, including the audience.

The tiger sitting beside him reached out with her free hand, and set it on his head.

“I think,” she said, “that sex powers or not, we should have more sex. A lot. All the time.” Her claws roamed his shoulders, his scalp, his back, and gently scratched him as she smiled down at him. Much as Laara had the tiger’s pussy fully engulfed in her lips, and was probably burying Caera’s clitoris in gentle, teasing licks, Caera kept her eyes on David, and she licked her fangs as her eyes roamed his body. “I want you to fuck us every chance you get.”

~~♥♥♥~~

His aura lit up as he let the strings and fingers inside him go. Like he’d been holding his breath, the release was euphoric, every muscle in his body going limp as the strings played their music. The aura poured over the room, and every woman in it gasped as it bowled over them as much as him, scorching hot, sweating in a sauna hot, struggling to see through the haze hot.

“Holy shit,” Jes said, staring at him. “You’ve been, uh ... holding that aura back for a while?”

He gulped and nodded, eyes flitting between the shocked gargoyle, and the gremla between his legs. His cock rose, and Laria squealed with delight as she yanked her head back. It grew and grew, and the little demon pinned it to his abs so she could watch it rise, eyes wide with wonder. Veins filled with blood, its girth spread to fill her hand, and it pushed up past David’s navel as it demanded more attention.

“Big!” Laria said, and she groaned as she pushed her body in close. With a big shark smile, she pinned his cock to his body with her chest, and his glans stopped below his sternum, between the little lady’s huge breasts. “But ... was bigger with big demon Acelina.”

“I uh ... I think it’s ... that I’m choosing its size?” He meekly shrugged and smiled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lasca and Latia both giggled, both rubbing their softened pussies against his thighs, and they both held onto his shoulders with one hand so they could reach out and grab his cock closer to the base with the other. Squeezing with experimenting fingers, they giggled more, voices dangerously close to the excited sounds of ravenous hyenas. They were wet already, and moans slipped into their dangerous laughter as they ground themselves against him.

Laria held onto his waist, pushed her breasts into him, and wiggled. With how short she was, it was easy to look down past her head, horns, and short dreadlocks, to her large butt shaking side to side, while she pressed her two wings against her two friends to keep steady. Her claws roamed his body, his sides, his muscles, and she mewled up at him as her crazy eyes softened, and slowly melted.

“Won’t hurt Laria,” she said, and she kissed his chin. “Bigger.”

Bigger. He wasn’t even sure he could control it like—the mental image of his cock filling the busty little lady up until she looked ready to burst sent a tingling, electric current through his body, and his cock listened. It grew a little thicker, and a little longer.

Laria mewled as she looked down at the huge girth spreading her breasts apart, and Lasca and Latia mirrored her.

After another kiss on his chin, the busty little creature pressed her lips to his glans, and pinned it to the bottom of his sternum. Instant jolts of almost painful pleasure rocked down his length, each spurred by the suckling lips of the demon as she did her best to fit his cock’s tip into her mouth. And she succeeded. Her wide mouth fit the whole of his glans in between her wet lips, and David bit down a groan as the friction of their warmth rubbing along the pink skin sent more jolts through him.

A rumbling purr vibrated through him. It wasn’t him, or the Las, though. He pulled his head up from the mesmerizing sight happening just inches under his chin, and looked to Caera as the huge tregeera shifted forward onto her hands and feet. With another purr, Caera got onto her knees between David’s feet, directly behind Laria. Laara followed her, and wiped her mouth of some juices as she grinned at David.

“I thought,” David said, looking between Laara and Caera, “that you were gonna—”

“I wanna help,” Caera said, still holding that perfect, wonderful smile. “These little ladies are just too damn cute.”

David gulped and nodded. Cute, and scary. The hyena comparison was too close to the truth to forget.

“And,” she said as she plucked Laria up by the waist and earned some squeals and titters from her, “they fuck like rabbits.”

Rabbits. Jes had said that. Had they been talking? It wasn’t exactly—

He sucked in a breath as Caera took his cock into one hand, and while holding Laria up by her wrists above her with the other, she slowly lowered the squirming little demon onto his length. That was a very tiny slit, swollen and dripping, and the demon wriggled as he pressed against her entrance. More heat flowed down David’s length, the gremla’s juices joining her saliva and coating his swollen glans as Caera let gravity pull the little lady down onto him. But gravity wasn’t working, and Laria whimpered as she twisted, squirmed, wriggled, and writhed, all while hanging from Caera’s grip so her slit rubbed relentlessly against David’s cock.

But eventually, her tiny pussy spread apart enough for his glans to slip in, and Laria sucked in a breath of surprise as gravity sank her down onto him. Tight. So very, very tight. David would have grabbed onto her hips to help support her, but Lasca and Latia both took his arms and snuggled into his sides. They each pressed a cheek into his shoulder, both heads turned in so they could watch their busty little friend slowly get lowered onto his cock by the tiger woman.

Slowly, and with an up and down motion. With her hungry eye locked on David, the huge, muscular woman bobbed Laria up and down like she was making a candle back in the medieval era, dipping Laria up and down in wax. Her purrs became endless, each breath released as a long, quiet rumble, and she let go of his cock. It stayed where it was, mostly hard enough to stay upright on its own, but Lasca and Latia kept it where it was, regardless, giving Caera the freedom to take Laria in both hands. She set both sets of claws around the tiny lady’s waist and hips, and eased her down on his cock until the gremla’s pussy was full. She’d managed a whole four inches of his length.

“Caera, she—”

Caera pushed her down, gently, still letting gravity do the work, and making sure to dip the busty creature’s hips left and right as she guided Laria down on him. Tight, boiling flesh buried David’s cock in friction, and each inch Caera lifted and sank the gremla on him bathed him in clenching muscles that drenched him. Laria, mewling and squirming in Caera’s grip, looked down and whimpered at the sight of her juices trickling down his length onto Latia and Lasca’s claws.

Jes and Caera were right. Imps and grems got into sex way faster than even most demons. Laria looked ready to pop, and they’d only just started.

With Latia and Lasca still snug on his arms, he could do nothing but watch, and Caera knew it. She chuckled down at him, licked her chops, and pushed Laria down further, earning more whimpers from the demon as her tiny body stretched to fit him. Her taut pussy drooled over him, soaked him, and the bulge of his cock pushed further up along her tiny waist. His glans pressed against her deep spot, filled her, and stretched her pussy inward as Caera let her sink further.

And Laria loved it. She mewled, loudly, and grabbed David’s shoulders as her belly distended. The bulge pushed between her heavy, hanging breasts, and she squealed as Caera bobbed her up and down a few more times before finally pushing her down the last couple inches, forcing her pussy to stretch up to her sternum. Balls deep. David could only groan and looked up at Caera, mouth open, panting, as she grinned back down at him and ground Laria’s hips left and right.

Laria hugged him, squashed her breasts into him, and squeezed her arms around him hard enough for the bulge of his cock to press into his abs and the bottom of his sternum. She looked up at him, big eyes half closed as she melted into him, and she wrapped her thick thighs around him.

Growling loud enough everyone got a little quieter, Caera bounced Laria on his cock, hard, and reduced the tiny lady to gasps and pants. Her big eyes opened wide with surprise at the new speed, but closed a moment later as the gremla’s insides clamped down. She hugged David and hid her face in his neck, weak squeaks coming out of her as she came, but Caera didn’t stop. If anything, her single eye glared down at Laria with something close to the predatory look a literal tiger gives prey, and she bounced the little lady faster.

Too much, too fast. David managed a single groan as he came, and the almost painful stimulus of Caera working Laria up and down half his cock as the first gush of cum shot up his length soon had him twitching. Signal enough for Caera to stop bouncing her, and instead push Laria balls deep onto him so she could grind her around. And around. And around. Her strength meant Laria’s trembling body was a feather to her, and she used the gremla’s quivering pussy to milk David like she was a toy.

And all David could do was sit there and watch. Each gush of cum was a wave of pleasure from the sensitive skin of his glans, down his length, down into his testicles and between his thighs, forcing his inner muscles to flex and bring more cum. Most of it immediately squirted out of Laria, forcing its way past her taut, dripping flesh, and hitting his pelvis and testicles hard enough to splash. Some of it stayed inside, and Laria whimpered as she leaned back and looked down at the growing bulge around the tip of his cock.

It was a good thing demons couldn’t get pregnant. His cum filled her deepest place, literally, and completely.

“David,” she said, voice trembling, “is...” Whatever she wanted to say, it disappeared into another whimper, and she buried her face in his neck as Caera’s constant grinding and twisting made her cum again.

The tiger stopped, and she purred as she gently pulled Laria back, and traced a claw down the bulge along the busty little lady’s stomach.

“Filled you up, didn’t he? Womb full of cum.”

“David is...” Laria’s voice fell off again, and she smiled, eyes closed. The smile disappeared when Caera pulled her off. “Aw!”

“We’ve got more ladies lined up for a piece,” Caera said. “You shush.” She smiled at the gremla in her hands, picked Lasca up off David’s leg, and put Laria there instead. The busty little critter sighed happily, hugged David’s arm, pinning it, and pressed her cheek to his shoulder, face turned in so she could watch. Warmth dripped out of her pussy over his leg as her stomach slowly returned to normal size.

Latia giggled, wrapped his cum-drenched cock with her claws again, and aimed it up.

“Finally,” Lasca said. “Want David. Want him.”

David gulped and looked up from the Lasca’s body up to Caera. Not a hint of jealousy. If anything, her single eye looked almost delirious with need, and she purred down at the mini gargoyle in her hands as she lowered the leader of the Las onto his cock.

Laria was half asleep, but Latia whined with envy as again a tiny, dripping slit pressed down against the fat, swollen head of his cock, and Caera had to work to spread Lasca’s pussy open. Holding her hips and waist, she dipped Lasca left and right, even twisted her a little, working her around and around and sending powerful shocks along the sensitive skin.

Lasca was the tallest of the Las, maybe a whole inch above four feet. Her small body hid nothing once his glans pushed past her dripping lips and immediately filled her. Lasca squealed, grabbed his shoulders, and stared down at the bulge pushing out along her once flat stomach. Caera wasn’t so gentle this time. Instead of letting gravity do the work, she pushed Lasca down, and the little lady erupted with mewls and squeals as Caera sank her onto him. Her insides stretched, and what would hurt a human girl reduced Lasca into a mess of squirms, wriggles, and moans.

It wasn’t long before Caera had her balls deep on him, too, and the impa hugged him. Trying something new, Caera let her go, and instead leaned over her, kissed David, sat back, and watched.

“No help?” Lasca asked over her shoulder.

“Nope. You’re the bravest of the Las, right? You fuck him.”

Latia nodded, one hand on David so she could stay snuggled to his arm and shoulder like Laria, while her other ran down Lasca’s body. She fondled her friend’s breasts, kissed them, squeezed them, brought her hand down, and pressed against the distension fighting for room along the little lady’s body. God, that felt weird, and amazing.

Lasca swiped her friend’s hand away, tightened her grip on David’s shoulders, and smiled up at him as she locked eyes. Legs wrapped around him, she gave her wings a few flaps, as if they could help lift her — they couldn’t — and squeezed her legs as she forced herself up.

The vise grip of her insides as she flexed all her muscles to help bounce herself on his cock felt wholly different than how Caera had used Laria like a sex toy. Lasca hugged him, twisted on him, bent and squirmed on him, before finally leaning back and putting her hands on Laria and Latia’s thighs; she would have used his thighs, but her friends were in the way. She stared down at the bulge pushing up along her once slender body, and whimpered as she bounced herself on it a few inches, causing her breasts to jiggle and lightly bump against the distension pushing out under her sternum.

“So ... big!”

In any other world, that would have been silly dirty talk meant to stroke his ego. Here, Lasca literally struggled to manage him, her insides stretched taut in all directions, and a sliver of her insides revealing themselves with each bounce, pink, boiling, dripping, and soaking his testicles in her juices.

She trembled, hugged him again, pinned her breasts and hard nipples snug to his chest, and hid her face in his neck as she came. The random muscle spasms of her pussy clenching on him were euphoric, and he sucked in a hard breath as she brought him near orgasm, but not over it.

She leaned back again, body still quivering, and looked down at their connection where she’d soaked him.

“No cum?”

“Not yet.”

Frowning, she turned around. David bit back a groan as she buried his length in twisting friction, got on her knees between his, and pushed her ass back toward him. She managed one thrust back, hard enough her ass rippled as it hit his pelvis, before she froze and shivered. Her tail went rigid for a few moments, before it and her wings went limp. But she stayed up, arms underneath her, claws to the ground, and she bounced her ass into him again. Each time she struggled to stay up, but each time she took him to the hilt, took a breath, and bounced him again.

She didn’t last long. Two minutes, maybe, before she collapsed. Cheek to the ground, arms out, ass up, she whined into the floor, clearly upset with herself. But the clenching spasms of her insides as they drowned his cock in boiling, wet heat was enough, and David melted back into the wall as he watched his cum flow out of Lasca’s pussy.

With a squeak of triumph, she got to her hands again and pushed herself back into him, determined to milk him. Balls deep, she ground her firm ass into his body, trembling more than he was, but still able to keep control and work his length as he pumped cum into her.

After a minute, and an absurd volume of cum, she crawled forward, and whimpered with every inch that slipped free of her gripping, pink insides. Only Latia’s hand kept his cock from hitting the ground once his glans slipped free of her leader’s pussy.

“I’m impressed,” Caera said, and picked up the mini gargoyle. Everyone watched the little lady go limp, legs and arms and tail and wings, and Latia groaned on David’s shoulder as she watched cum gush out of the impa’s body.

“Lasca ... strong,” Lasca said.

“Agreed.” Nodding, Caera gave the little lady a kiss on the forehead, knocked horns with her, and set her on Acelina’s lap.

Oh shit, David had forgotten about them. Acelina and Jes were touching themselves, all with their eyes on the Las. Jes also had a hand on Dao, caressing her lover’s clit while doing the same for herself.