Chapter 39

~~Mia~~

“You know,” Mia said, patting Kas’s back. “I’m starting to think who or whatever pulled us down here and trapped us didn’t have their plan ready. Where’s the ambush? Where’s the swarm of hellbeasts who’re gonna eat us?” She gestured behind them. “I mean, other than that one pack that wanted nothing to do with us.”

The incubi shrugged. Adron shrugged. Kas and Vin grunted. Julisa scoffed.

“You’re sure someone did it on purpose?” Locutus asked. “I get that it was probably someone doing the string thing you talked about, but that doesn’t mean it was on purpose.”

Adron shook his head. “It happened right underneath us. It’s hard to think it’s anything but someone trapping us.”

“Maybe. Maybe they sensed the unmarked and...” The incubus shrugged. “I’m just looking for an explanation.”

“Don’t,” Vin said. “Be silent and walk.”

The incubi cast some annoyed glares at the big guy, but his bad attitude got a chuckle from Julisa.

The chuckling stopped when Vin scooped up a remnant from the ground. The damned soul was half emerged, and pulling him out of the stone tore him in half. His guts spilled out, but Vin scarfed them down in a bloody mess of innards tumbling over his teeth and chest. That was, at best, a shred of resonance, and he’d have to eat a hundred just to put a dent in his hunger.

It wasn’t the first time Vin had eaten remnants. He’d been starving then, too, but the others hadn’t seen it, and for a proud boy like Vin, that was a problem.

“How the mighty have fallen,” Julisa said, grinning.

Uh oh. Poking the bear. Mia squeezed Kas’s back spikes a little harder.

Vin reached for her, and the tetrad didn’t dodge. If anything, she leaned into Vin’s grab, and smiled up at him as Vin drew her in close enough he got all four hands on her shoulders and sides.

Julisa’s grin remained. “Breathing that much Hellfire drained you, child of Belial.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” Mia said. “Vin saved our asses.”

“I remember a Vinicius that rampaged across entire provinces, slaughtering waves of demons and feasting without discrimination. This Vinicius is—”

Vin yanked her closer, leaned down, and set the tip of his short dragon snout against her nose.

“I should eat you to regain my strength.”

“You could. But you won’t.” She licked her lips, pressed her body into his, and kissed him.

And then she snuck a glance Mia’s way. What a bitch.

“Vin was locked up for at least a century,” Mia said. “Maybe two. Hundreds of years! He just needs to recover.” She regretted the words the moment she said them.

Vin let go of Julisa, glared at Mia with one eye, and marched ahead. The silent treatment.

Adron came up beside Kas, looked at Mia with a raised brow, and she shrugged back down at him. Whatever Vin wanted to do, Vin did, and trying to navigate his idiosyncrasies was only getting more difficult since Kas and Adron showed up. He was prickly, and Julisa knew it.

Then why the fuck was she poking him?

Because Vinicius didn’t want Mia’s sympathy, and he probably found Julisa’s brazen bullshit appealing, even if it did piss him off. No doubt the damn woman was fishing for some angry sex. But if they didn’t find something to eat, there wouldn’t be any of that, not from Vin, at least.

Worse, if they didn’t find something to eat, the guy might die. Christ, she hadn’t even thought of that. In Death’s Grip, Vin had been confident they’d find a way topside; it was just a thing in Death’s Grip, to explore tunnels and find one of thousands of holes that reached the surface. But they weren’t in Death’s Grip, and who the fuck knew where this tunnel would take them?

But there were hellbeasts down here. They had to be eating something.

There weren’t any forks. Death’s Grip tunnels were complex, full of alcoves and winding, forking paths, with bloodgrip vines and hiding souls around random corners. Down here in this weird cavern, it was just the one path. The roof was so damn high, and...

“Uh, what’s that?” She pointed up.

Everyone stopped, looked up, and tilted their heads. Something hung from the cavern ceiling, black, tall, and spiky. The black ooze of the swamp dripped down through cracks in the rock, falling around the group like light rain, and it hadn’t stopped since they’d gotten pulled under yesterday. But so far, the only things actually hanging from the ceiling they’d seen had just been stalactites, each drenched black and dripping wet. This looked more like a tree.

It was a tree, a dead one without leaves. And it had spherical objects hanging from its sharp branches.

“That,” Adron said, gesturing up, “is a forbidden tree. With forbidden fruit.”

“Oh. Oh! We can get that! Right?” She hopped off Kas’s back and got directly under the tree. Mistake. Drops of black ooze hit her forehead, and she groaned and wiped the muck off before it reached her lips. As long as she kept thinking of it as ooze or muck, and not the endless swamp of remnant guts it actually was, it wasn’t too bad. Didn’t mean she wanted to taste it anymore than she already had.

Adron shook his head. “I don’t see how.”

“But we need it. We have to figure something out.” Forbidden fruit had lots of resonance and essence, good for anyone to eat.

“There’s a reason the fruit are untouched,” Faust said. “It’s gotta be ... three hundred feet up?”

“Probably around a hundred meters, yeah,” Mia said. Everyone looked at her. “Shut up. Metric is better.”

“We can throw our weapons at it,” Oudoceus said, “but that’s a hard target to hit. And meera metal isn’t aera metal. Our swords could break when they land.”

“Or just get stuck up there,” Gallius said.

The incubi nodded, got into a small huddle, horns together, and brainstormed, complete with lots of mumbled whispers.

“Throw a rock?”

“I’m not seeing any rocks.”

That was true. The cavern walls were smooth, the ground too, which meant not many small rocks, with only a few enormous boulders here and there. Nothing easily thrown.

“Let the unmarked solve the dilemma,” Julisa said.

“Solve?”

“Yes. Solve. You controlled the ground and sky and slew hundreds of angels. You have already committed acts that no demon has managed since the First War. Surely you can tell that tree to release its fruit to us?” And because she just had to embody manipulative bitch as much as possible, she folded all four arms across her chest, and grinned.

“I can’t! I ... um...” Mia looked at her hands and gently squeezed the air. “I mean, I haven’t tried for a bit, because it hurts. My fingers, the inside ones, they’re really bruised from when I ... did all that stuff.”

“But?”

Mia frowned. “But ... I think they’re healing. So, I mean, I can ... try?”

Without breaking her grin, Julisa took a small step back and gestured to the spot directly under the tree.

“By all means, unmarked. Impress us.” Jackass.

Mia peeked at the rest of the group. All of them watched her now, dark eyebrows raised and glancing between the tree and her, as if they couldn’t fathom the idea Mia could somehow actually do what Julisa suggested. But, much as Julisa was trying to get under Mia’s skin, she had a point. Maybe Mia could? Ever since the battle with the angels, Mia had noticed she could feel Hell, as if it were attached to her somehow. Maybe she’d healed enough to try something?

She reached up with her sixth sense; as good a term to use for it as she could think. She could feel the cavern and the ground, but not the demons around her, or the swamp of black guts above. She could feel the remnants, but not in the same way. They were like insects crawling on the skin, but not something she could directly feel. The tree, though, she could feel that, and she could feel its note, the string that would affect it, the sound that would make it move.

She very, very gently plucked the string. It hurt. And the tree didn’t move.

“The battle with the angels was different!” Mia clenched her fists and stomped around in a circle. “That time, something ... something...” No, don’t share any more details than needed. Just keep trying.

She wasn’t unused to pain. Anyone who’d lifted weights to failure knew what pain was, the deep, uncomfortable kind that had your limbs shaking, muscles turned to acid, and lungs burning. This felt kinda like that, and also the annoying pain of sore fingertips from learning guitar. She’d given up on guitar, but this was too important. She plucked again, and bit down as the pain ached through her fingers up into her arm. The parallels between her inner soul fingers and her actual fingers were too strong, and the inner pain shot up her real arm, too.

But she plucked the string, and the tree moved. Barely. A tiny shake of a branch, but it was something.

“I’m getting somewhere.”

“I see nothing,” Julisa said.

“It’s too high up, but I can feel it.”

“Or perhaps you are simply lying to hide your—”

Mia plucked the string as hard as she could, and bit down the urge to yelp. The tree shook hard from trunk to tips, and several fruits fell free. Flung free, problematically.

“Oh shit! Got it!” Faust ran to the side, and the other incubi did the same, spreading out in perfect formation. One of them did a running jump onto their stomach, and the other three managed on quick feet, each catching a fruit. Faust caught two.

Fruit was a weird word to describe them. They looked more like human hearts than anything, but at least they weren’t covered in blood and dripping. And there were still more on the tree.

Julisa eyed Mia. Mia eyed Julisa. Yeah, fuck you. She aimed her hands up at the tree, gently plucked the air, and hit the string again, softer this time, but harder than the first time. A different pitch, too, like bending a guitar string on the fret.

Don’t just move, tree. Release the fruit.

Release it did. Instead of shaking violently, the tree released its grip on the fruits, a tiny tearing of where the dark, dead wood connected to the not-flesh. The fruits fell, and Julisa and Adron caught them. It was a lot of fruit, enough for everyone.

Kas grunted and sat beside Mia. “How did you do that?”

“Uh, it’s ... it’s hard to describe, but I can feel Hell, I guess. It’s like music. Everything is attached to the music, and I can play a note and make things happen.”

“Anything?”

“If it’s connected directly to Hell, yeah. I think. The fire sky, the ground, things growing out of the ground. It’s all Hell, right?”

The incubi joined them, each munching down a heart fruit.

“That’s pretty crazy, Mia,” Faust said. “I mean, the firestorm was—”

“Hey! Don’t eat all the fruits. Vin needs them.” And if she didn’t interfere and made sure he got some, the big guy would take them by force.

“Playing favorites?” Adron asked, wearing a grin as he tossed Vin a couple.

Mia glanced Vin’s way long enough to make sure he caught them; the hit to his ego if he dropped them would have been massive. The child of the Belial swallowed them whole, and the subtle relief in his dragon eyes sent a warm, calming buzz through Mia’s body. She relaxed.

“Vin used hellfire,” Mia said, “twice, to save us from those things. He needs fuel if he’s going to do it again.”

“Agreed,” Julisa said. She had several heart fruits, and gave two to Vin. “Eat, mister protector.” And of course she had to tease him.

Vin didn’t take the bait. He ate the fruits, gave Julisa nothing more than a quiet grunt, and sat down against a nearby wall. A dry spot, one of the few in the cavern where blood didn’t drip from above.

Adron handed Mia a fruit, and squatted in front of her.

“You can do some really crazy stuff.”

“I ... I guess, yeah.”

“Can you do anything with remnants?”

Oh, that. The idea had percolated a few times in Mia’s brain, that maybe if she could affect Hell, she could affect the remnants, too. If she could affect the remnants, then maybe she could do something about Hannah.

“I ... can’t. Sorry.”

He sighed and nodded, and his eye wavered for a moment. But only a moment.

“Eat.”

Holding the demon’s gaze felt weird. So much had happened, but there was still a giant wall between her and him. Between her and all the demons, really, but with Adron, it felt more personal.

She bit into the fruit, ignored that it looked and felt like a heart, ignored that it tasted amazing, and sat in the center of the dry spot near Vinicius. The fruit came with no nasty memories, and it was dense with nutrition, or Hell’s equivalent. If decadent chocolate could be healthy, it’d be this.

Adron smiled and gave her another. And she ate it. Her hunger was endless.

“Let’s share stories,” she said. “Do a bit of bonding. It could be a while before we find Romakus and the Damall. We should get to know each other!”

Laughing, Julisa joined her and sat near Vin’s legs.

“We’re demons. We don’t care about stories. We care about food and sex. And trophies.”

“But you don’t have any trophies.” By trophies, Julisa had to mean skulls. “None of you do. Uh, Romakus did, but not you guys?”

Julisa shook her head. “I have many trophies. Or I had. But I joined the Damall, and we are constantly on the move.”

Everyone sat down, Adron and Kas around Mia, the incubi spread around, and Julisa and Vin closer to the wall. It didn’t take a shrink to notice everyone looked more relaxed. Even quickly agreeing to Mia’s request was a step out of the norm for a bunch of demons, especially the three assholes: Kas, Vin, and Julisa. A fed predator was a happy predator.

“And Romakus?” Mia asked. “He had skulls on his belts and stuff.”

“A fan of the old ways. He is old.”

“How old?”

“Old.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “He acts like some kinda ... quirky guy. I can’t imagine someone who’s super ancient acting like that. I mean, I can tell you’re old because you talk with a sort of official, royal sound.”

Julisa licked a fang. “Royal?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Vinicius is far older than I or Romakus, and he speaks nothing like me.”

“I ... guess.”

Demons were weird. With humans, she could predict the behavior in a social, cultural, and historical context. Demons didn’t seem to give a shit about any of that. They had their own quirks that didn’t seem to match anything she could encapsulate or define. The only common thread was they liked violence and sex, and even that wasn’t so clear.

Maybe things would be different once she met some demons born and raised in the Black Valley?

“How about you incubi?” Mia asked. “I saw Faust at the spire. How’d you get to working for Zel?”

“I never worked for Zel, not really. But if you must know, I slept my way in.”

Oh god. Mia laughed and fell back on her palms.

“Really?”

“Of course. Every incubus and succubus can enjoy favored treatment if we just use sex to our advantage. We’re the closest to humans. Every demon wants to fuck us.”

“I really don’t understand that. I mean, the part about demons wanting to fuck humans the most. Come on, you demons are so much more muscular, and tall, and the girls are all gorgeous with huge tits.” She gestured Julisa’s way, and the tetrad donned an evil smile.

Gallius shrugged. “Hard to say, really. You’d be better off asking the angels.”

“I doubt they’d know more,” Oudoceus said. “At least, the one I met didn’t really know.”

Mia sat up straight. “You’ve met an angel? Like, another one besides Yosepha and Galon?”

“I have.”

“And you...”

“Fucked them, of course. Well, she fucked me, really.” He shrugged and tapped one of his short horns.

Mia threw up her hands. “How? I mean, not the sex. How did you meet an angel? Why was there an angel down here in Hell? Yosepha and Galon told me angels are free to come down here unless it’s war, but, I mean, why would they?”

“Because,” Vinicius said. Everyone looked his way. “Heaven is not what it used to be.”

“What’s that mean?”

He shook his head. “Ask them.”

Sighing, Mia lay on her back and stared up at the cavern ceiling, and the tiny blue flames that danced in and out of existence. Would they ever find Yosepha and the others? This wasn’t like Death’s Grip. By the time they got topside, how would they even know which direction was counter-clockwise around Hell?

She set a hand on her egg and stroked its leathery shell. Warm. The creature inside shifted, and unless she was going crazy, it pressed its body against the shell to meet her touch. It’d be great if it hatched quickly, but it’d probably be another month. Unless, maybe it’d hatch faster because it was special?

“Sex with the angel was great, by the way,” Oudoceus said. “She was a gabriem, and really tender and sweet. And she had the curves of a succubus.”

Julisa gagged. “Tender? How dull.”

The incubi laughed, but Oudoceus didn’t follow up. Maybe he didn’t want to prove how awesome the sex was to Julisa, the bitch supreme, and Mia would completely understand that if that was the reason. She could ask for more details in private, later.

The idea of a beautiful, busty angel having sex with a handsome, muscular succubus, was a visual treat. Her thoughts roamed, and soon images danced through her mind of white wings spread as some mysterious angel woman, come down from the sky, reached down, grabbed the incubus’s cock, and lowered herself onto him. Tall as angels were, incubi were tall, too, had huge dicks, and she’d be so full, and dripping, and melting, and...

Mia squirmed. The fruit was affecting her. Like she’d taken a shot or three, warmth spread throughout her limbs, and the ache of her special fingers faded. Healing. And something she hadn’t had to worry about since the battle crept back up: her aura. She probably couldn’t play some giant orchestra song like during the battle, but her fingers didn’t need to to gently pluck the ambient strings that created background sounds.

“You are beyond deplorable,” Julisa said. “I can feel that aura, unmarked. How little it takes to ignite you.”

Mia sat up and glared. “Hey! I just fed everyone. Be nice.” Sighing, she hugged her knees to her chest. “Sorry. The fruit is just ... yeah. I’ll get it under control.”

“I am being nice.” As if Mia had just challenged her to a duel, Julisa got up and stood over her. But after a glaring match, she squatted down beside Mia and looked her up and down. “I have to say, it does surprise me, though. Even I have seen the scrying pools enough to know how humans feel about Hell. If you are truly undeserving of the divine punishment of a mark, then how have you become so comfortable with Hell so quickly?”

“I’m not comfortable ... am I?” Mia clutched her egg on her lap, hugged it, and kept her glare on the giant woman squatting so close she loomed over her. “Humans adapt.”

“Not this quickly. And of course, humans do not have your abilities. I am starting to wonder if there is a connection between Hell and the unmarked. More than we think.”

“Connection?”

“Yes. You are connected to this land, and perhaps, you are connected more deeply than you realize. Perhaps you are part demon?”

“Part de—how would that even work?” She set her egg aside and stood up. Alas, even standing and Julisa squatting, they were eye level, and Julisa had four towering horns from her hairless head that looked like a crown. Imposing. “Demons can’t breed, right?”

“Correct.”

“Angels, too, I suppose.”

“Far as I know,” Oudoceus said.

Mia nodded. “Then it’s not like a demon got to the surface and bred with a human, right? ‘Cause, I mean, we’re all in the afterlife, not really made of flesh, no matter how much it feels like it. So there’s no way I’m half demon.”

Julisa tapped a claw against her chin. “You make good points, little soul, but there’s no denying you are something connected to Hell. You’re comfortable in these dark, tortured depths. You become aroused at but the mere mention of sex.”

“And I can’t stand violence! So that doesn’t fit at all, does it?”

“No, it does not. But still...” Licking her fangs, the enormous woman slipped a little closer, until she was almost touching noses with Mia. Big head. “In Hell, we are defined by our lust, and our blood thirst. Perhaps you are only half that.”

Mia scrunched up her nose. “Angels seem pretty horny to me, too.”

“That is true, as well, but there is a difference. And besides—” She shoved Mia.

Mia squeaked. Everything flipped as something caught behind her feet — oh right, the egg — and she fell back, straight onto her ass and elbows. If she’d been taller, she’d have cracked her skull.

“Hey! What the fuck!?”

“And you have a temper, for all your empathy.” Julisa leaned forward, set her four palms down on the ground around Mia, and slowly pushed the egg aside. At least she was gentle with it. “Do you know how many betrayers I have had in my long life, little unmarked? How many souls I have kept under my claw as my pet and slave, fed them my blood, shared with them my food, fucked them hundreds of times, and how long it took for them to become comfortable with Hell?” She leaned down close, and Mia froze as the giant demoness brought her lips within an inch of Mia’s. “Several betrayers, some that lived decades, and not a single one ever truly became comfortable.”

“I ... I’m not ... comfortable.” Especially right now. She looked to the boys, and while Adron and Kas had moved closer in case they needed to interfere, the incubi watched like they’d bought tickets. Even Adron and Kas looked distracted. By her aura?

Ask for help? Adron and Kas would help her, if she asked.

No, not yet. She’d lose face or some bullshit. And besides, she kinda wanted to see where this was going.

“You are comfortable. Look.” Julisa grabbed Mia’s wrists, stood up, took Mia with her, and dangled her like a fish on a hook in front of the watching boys. “Seven creatures, seven demons, each who have killed souls by the hundreds, and one, who has killed demons and souls alike by the hundreds of thousands, all want to penetrate you at this very moment. Each one of them is thinking a single, solitary thought: how good it would feel, to have your warm, tight insides wrapped around their girths.”

“That’s ... That’s...” Oh no.

The familiar heat tingled along her skin, and the hotter it grew, the more she squirmed in Julisa’s grip. The ground waited a few feet below her, but the demon kept Mia up and out for all to watch. And something about having seven sets — five and a half sets — of eyes from seven men watching her, each growing more and more hungry, was like someone blowing on a burning ember.

“A full belly, little soul, and you instantly morph into the salacious creature that craves to be penetrated by every man nearby. I remember the aura when it flared in the tunnels with the Damall. I remember how it begged to be fucked. I know, if every member of the Damall had come to you, you would have taken each of them, and have loved it.”

“No I would not have!” Mia bit her lip and looked to Adron, this time silently asking for help. No good. As her aura grew, Adron stared at her, single eye roaming her body, and his skin grew redder by the minute. She looked to Kas, and while the huge shark dinosaur came closer again, he stopped and sat in his usual gorilla pose, and kept his eyeless gaze on her. The incubi had already grown completely red, and the four of them stood up and came closer.

Mia’s aura flared, and she squeezed her thighs together. They’d succumbed to the aura? Already?

“Vin, a bit of help?”

But of course she knew how that’d go. Ever since Kas and Adron showed up, Vin wasn’t playing nice, and the titan continued the trend by watching and doing nothing.

“So easily swayed,” Julisa said, and she half growled, half purred as she turned Mia to face her. “Control your aura. Stop telling everyone nearby to fuck you, and I will let you go.”

“I...” She grabbed the strings inside her and tried to mute them, but the grip was weak. Not because she didn’t have the strength to mute them, but the intent wasn’t there. Almost like trying to sway awake when really tired, when already in bed, when already cozy and warm with heavy eyelids. The will just wasn’t there.

The aura continued, and she frowned up at Julisa as she squirmed.

“That’s what I thought.” With an evil, queenly laugh, Julisa reached around behind her own body with her three free hands, and unhooked some straps. Some more straps, and some more straps. Each piece of armor fell from her body, revealing the muscular and busty demon beneath, and skin growing redder by the second. Her nipples swelled, and her breasts grew softer and heavier, until they changed from hard implants to far more natural teardrop shapes.

“What’re you—”

“If it were a demon aura, I could block it. But this ... cursed aura of yours vibrates through the ground and air. It makes my insides ache.” She brought Mia in closer, and higher. “It makes me want to devour you.”

“W-Wait! Someone!”

“Oh relax, little unmarked. I’m not going to harm you.” Chuckling, she set her lower arms on Mia’s waist, and turned her upside down, literally, and Mia’s necklace hooked around her chin. It also made Mia’s flimsy silks fall right off until they dangled under her shoulders. With Julisa holding her by the waist now, Mia’s hands were free, and she grabbed the necklace; it was the only thing keeping Vin under control. But it also meant she couldn’t stop Julisa from running a claw along the dress and splitting it in half. It fell, landed, and poofed out of existence.

Mia was naked, save for the necklace and her gladiator sandals.

“You bitch!”

“You can create another dress, yes?”

“I...” She probably could. The rune was right there in her mind, still on, and it’d be easy to tell it to regenerate her dress. Very easy.

~~♥♥♥~~

But she didn’t. She turned her head at the sound of clink and clang, and sucked in a breath as every man wearing armor suddenly wasn’t. Cocks emerged, growing from red skin, and black claws wrapped their girths and slowly stroked them as the demons kept their gaze on Mia. They came closer.

Vinicius didn’t. He sat up straight and set two giant hands around his two enormous cocks, but he didn’t join them, dragon gaze shifting between Julisa and Mia. That was an evil little glare, quiet, and no one noticed but her.

Julisa brought Mia toward her mouth.

“Hey! You said you—”

Julisa opened her mouth.

“But, I thought—”

Julisa pushed her huge head between Mia’s thighs, and ran her long tongue against her pussy. Mia had never considered herself bisexual, but something about the queen bitch who clearly didn’t like Mia, spreading Mia’s legs so she could push her tongue against her boiling slit? All while seven enormous, muscled men watched, each masturbating? Her aura exploded, and Mia whimpered.

“So easy,” Julisa said, chuckling. “But a taste and you are already wet? It takes so little to prepare you.”

“You—” Mia sucked in a breath, and whimper turned into mewl as Julisa forced a half dozen inches of thick tongue into her body. Her pussy clamped down, but all that did was make things worse as Julisa filled her, and with tongue left over, ran waves of the soaked muscle against Mia’s clit.

Mia tried to push against Julisa’s stomach and get a view of what was happening, but she had to keep the necklace on with one hand, and her other reached down — up — and grabbed at Julisa’s chin, as if she could somehow stop the ten-foot-tall four-armed demoness from burying her tongue deeper into Mia. She couldn’t. Growling into Mia’s thighs, Julisa pushed more tongue into her, stretched her, and sent tingling sparks through Mia’s body.

It wasn’t fair. Julisa was so damn mean, but she knew exactly what to do with her tongue, where to press, how to roll it as waves inside Mia’s body, and bury Mia’s clitoris with her lips. So much tongue, some of it still on the outside pressed up against her clit too, announcing each wave with a sharp spark of pleasure, before it pushed into her squeezing insides, up against her g-spot, and deeper, where the demon wanted to stretch her.

And then she stopped.

Mia sucked in a breath as Julisa finally turned her right-side up again, and she grabbed the demon’s wrists with both hands. Wetness dripped down her thighs, and she wriggled in the woman’s grip.

“You’re ... so ... mean.”

“Mean?” Julisa laughed, but it was gentle, almost playful. “Such cruel words.”

And with a devious little wink, she sat down, and motioned for the other demons to come closer. They did. Maybe it was because Julisa was a tetrad, and Vinicius was a child of the Old Ones, that they both seemed in control of themselves, but the other six men looked like only a thin thread was keeping them from pouncing. Even quiet, grumpy Kasimiro came closer, and the enormous shark demon’s cock almost dragged on the rocky ground as he used both hands to walk. It left a small trail of precum.