The Pleasures of Hell
Copyright© 2023 by Novus Animus
Chapter 67
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 67 - An epic fantasy adventure through Hell, with demons and angels, and a couple humans with targets painted on their back. David and Mia didn’t want to be a part of this, but their unexpected first deaths land them in the middle of events grand and beyond knowing. Why are they in Hell in the first place? Why don’t they have the mark of the Beast, like other souls do? And why does everyone either want them, or want them dead?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Horror Paranormal Demons DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Lactation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
~~Day 95~~
~~Mia~~
Dobasi gave them a room and gave Mia a small amber necklace she could use to open and close the door. What a flashback. She almost laughed.
The big scary tetrad left, leaving Mia alone with her crew. Cerberus immediately got to exploring, and he stalked around the large room, noses to the floor, but there was nothing to find. Like Mia’s old room in Death’s Grip, it was wide, had a raised section off to the side with a huge bone table and bone chairs, and it had a window with bones covering it like bars. Back in Zel’s spire, the window overlooked Death’s Grip, a wasteland of thorny, deadly mountains. Here, near the top of the Angel’s Spine spire, it showed only flesh. Archangel flesh, literally pressed up against the window. The top of the spire was buried in it.
Everyone found a place to get comfortable. Kas squatted in the corner near the bone door, and again, Mia almost laughed. Just like last time. The angels took the high place, standing around the table much too big for even them, while Julisa and Romakus stood by the window and examined the bleeding flesh just outside.
Vinicius found his own little corner and did what Vin always did: be all stoic and shit. He never had the same vibe as Kas, though. With Kas, he was like some classic beast from a gothic horror story, maybe a stone gargoyle or something, brooding on his perch, waiting for some beautiful little lass like Mia to teach him how to love. Vin was like a hibernating grizzly bear, usually quiet, but all too eager to kill anyone who got too close.
She’d check on Vin last. He’d appreciate that.
“Kas,” she said. “Feeling alright? Arm okay?”
He held out his huge arm and rotated it. Satisfied, he clicked once, a deep cluck in his throat. All this time he talked with words, with her and the others, she’d plain forgotten the eyeless demon breeds preferred to click and cluck.
“Noah?” she asked, looking at the platform a couple meters up. It had a gentle stairway leading up to the black metal platform, practically cute decor.
She’d spent way too long in Hell.
“I will live,” he said, and he sat on the edge of the platform so his legs hung off. He showed his stomach. The wound was closed, but barely, and the surrounding flesh looked blistered and gnarly.
“Hellfire,” Yosepha said, “causes destruction in the spirit realm in a way few other things do.”
“Spirit realm?” Mia asked. “I suppose that fits. We’re ghosts. Or, I am, anyway. Y’all are spirits.” She pointed a finger at Romakus. “Ever possess someone, asshole?”
The man laughed and gave his wings a deliberate shake, knocking around the skulls dangling from them.
“Oh, hundreds, and I made deals through them. I’m the demon of the crossroads. How do you think Robert Johnson learned to play?”
Mia scrunched up her nose. “How much scrying pool do you watch?”
“More than you! I’ve never seen a soul come to Hell, and not spend their first months completely absorbed in one.”
She raised a finger, stopped, and lowered it. That was true, and Romakus might have been making a joke, but the following silence wasn’t. Mia looked down, shifted in her sandals, and tugged at the edges of her flimsy red dress.
“You’re right.”
Romakus squatted in front of her, tilting his head. “Hell life so good you don’t miss the surface?”
“It’s not about missing the surface. I liked life on the surface, more than most, I think. But...”
“But?”
She looked around at the others. Everyone was looking at her, even Vin.
“But ... I don’t know. You know I was an orphan and never stuck with any family for long. And I had friends, but no close friends, only David. I had a quiet little life, and I was happy to casually cruise toward my quiet little goal. I didn’t really ever feel ... feel like I belonged, I guess.”
Again, she peeked at the others. Kas was unreadable. Julisa didn’t care. Romakus was analyzing her in typical sneaky demon fashion, probably thinking a thousand thoughts. Vin watched her like a predator learning prey. But the angels looked at her with a mountain of knowing, and all three’s eyes grew somber.
Mia put up her hands. “It just means I don’t miss it all that much, despite how much I liked it. Down here, I’m doing something important, and every day may be hell, but every day means something, you know? Down here, the days don’t blur together into this giant mess of nothing, like up there. Down here, I remember everything that happens, because it’s always important. Everything.”
A deep rumble drew everyone’s eyes. Vinicius.
“A life without meaning or purpose,” he said, “would drive anyone mad.”
She blinked at him. “Y-Yeah, it would.”
More silence.
After a few minutes of stewing, Mia sat down against the metal wall near Kas. Unlike Zel’s tower, this one didn’t have any big piles of silk for sleeping on. Maybe Yosepha would let her sleep on her wing?
Azreal and Noah got up and walked to the door.
“Mia?” Azreal asked, and gestured to the black bone spikes covering the door.
“Going somewhere?” she asked.
“We will patrol the area, and see if we can learn anything about James, or return if we spot the rider. There is no danger. There is plenty of space for flying.”
That was true. They were safe as long as they stayed in the air.
“Noah?” she asked.
Noah nodded. “I will be fine.”
She tapped Dobasi’s necklace, and the door opened. Both men nodded deeply, almost a bow, and left.
“Suspicious,” Romakus said.
It was suspicious. The two angels had said a few things on the journey, each time wearing away at the trust Mia had in them. Something was up.
“Yosepha?” Mia asked. “You’re from the same Heavenly Island as them, right? You know what’s up with them?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t realize we thought something was wrong with them.”
Mia resisted the urge to tease her and call her a typical mikalim. “I’m pretty sure something is on their minds, something they haven’t told us. Sure you don’t know anything?”
“We share the same birthplace, but not the same captain or battalion. I do not know them well enough to assess.”
Vin snorted, getting everyone’s attention. “Azreal and Noah are old, perhaps older than they realize. Over the eons, many angels take out their anger in Hell.” Everyone listened when Vin used complete, long sentences. Long-ish. “They rebirth themselves, fleeing dread. Some release that dread in Hell.”
“Release the dread?” Mia asked, and looked up at Yosepha.
The angel sighed and looked away. “The vortex is vast, and angels have the freedom to come and go from Hell when they wish. It is more common than angels want to admit that we visit Hell, angels like myself, and Galon. And ... we speak of it in whispers, but sometimes angels grow violent, grow the desire to do violence.”
“Violence?” Mia asked.
“We are warriors of God, but we have no one to fight. Hell is not our enemy, not truly, and we go millions of years without fighting its denizens.” Yosepha hopped down to her, wearing her white silks. “It is one of the many questions that plague us. Even the gabriem feel it, the desire to be soldiers, but ... soldiers for what?” Sighing, she sat against the wall, and Romakus sat with her. “Imagine, millions of rapholem and mikalim, patrolling our borders that have never been touched since the First War, billions of years ago. Angels and demons may not suffer the hand of time as souls do, but we feel something is missing. Some angels kill themselves as either depression or rage consumes them. Some seek rebirth, for the thousandth time, and their memories fade. Some come to Hell, and while they never speak of what they do, we see the wounds it leaves on their grace. They ... kill.”
Mia stared. “I know you told me angels were committing suicide, and sometimes visiting Hell, but you never described it like this, like a condition everyone’s suffering.”
“It is our great shame. No soul in Heaven knows of it, and we would keep it that way.”
Sighing, Mia slumped against the wall and sat on her ass. Cerberus joined her, pressed his heads into her chest, and she stroked them until the increasingly large three-headed hellhound lay beside her, heads on her lap. He was the size of a full wolf, now, maybe even bigger.
“The Great Tower isn’t perfect,” Mia said. “Every religion always preaches about how perfect the system is. But it isn’t. God created this thing, this tower-tree thing, and it’s trying to grow in literal nothingness. You’d think something capable of doing that would make some sort of elegant and immaculate design, a grand architecture that’s perfect in every way.”
Yosepha shook her head and fiddled with the small pouch dangling around her neck.
“I know little of science,” the angel said, “but on Earth, humans speak of biology, of evolution, and how inelegant it is. Chaos, with nothing that can be cleanly described or categorized.”
“That’s true,” Mia said. “Nothing fits into any neat box in biology, and evolution isn’t a machine with intent, just a random outcome factory with a bias toward successful procreation, while everything else it couldn’t care less about.” Poor octopus.
“Perhaps the Great Tower is the same way?” The angel shrugged her wings, eyes still down. “Perhaps God planted a seed, and mirroring the chaos and insanity of Earth’s biology, the Great Tower grew, a budding tree fighting against oblivion to survive.”
It took willpower to keep from yanking that stupid pouch off Yosepha’s neck.
“The souls in Heaven,” Mia asked. “We really don’t know what would happen if demons or Lucifer got into Heaven and ate or killed the souls there?”
“We don’t. I can only imagine they would damage the Great Tower irreparably. A question for the council.”
Groaning, Mia rubbed her face and went from sitting to lying on her back, slowly sliding down the wall until her head rested on the metal floor.
“Someday,” she said, “I’m going to use the runes Raphael taught me. I’m going to go to Heaven, and demand answers.”
Yosepha didn’t answer. No one did.
Azreal and Noah came back.
“You two okay?” Mia asked.
Azreal nodded, but in typical asshole fashion, said nothing. Why did she have so many assholes in her group?
“We saw no signs of the rider,” Noah said. “But I suspect he will show himself sooner or later.”
Mia nodded. “Probably. You two—”
“We head back out,” Azreal said. He held Mia’s gaze for only a moment before he left.
“What? You should stay, sleep.”
“We will perch somewhere safe,” Noah said. “If Dobasi betrays us, it makes sense for some of us to be outside the spire where we may be of use.”
Mia shook her head. “What? I’m not sure—”
The two angels left, leaving Mia with her jaw dropped. She looked at Yosepha, and the angel sighed.
“I am beginning to believe,” Yosepha said, “those two may truly be far older than even they realize.”
Evening twilight came. Kas went to sleep, cozy in his corner like a piece of furniture. Julisa, Vin, and Mia were next, letting the natural cycle of night and day in Hell knock them to sleep without struggle. Yosepha and Romakus took first shift.
“Get rid of it,” Romakus whispered.
Mia kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep with Cerberus beside her, her sitting back against him. Eavesdropping was a sin, right? Well, when in Hell.
“I won’t,” Yosepha whispered back.
“You’re not a traitor.”
“In a sense, I am.”
Romakus grumbled. “Really got your head jammed up your ass, stupid angel.”
“Maybe, but you seem quite obsessed with it.”
“The pouch? You—”
“My ass.”
Romakus laughed. Loudly. Everyone woke up, and Mia pretended to, faking the best yawn and arm stretch. Cerberus did the same, but once Mia stroked his mane a few times, he closed his six eyes and went back to sleep.
“Well, fuck,” Romakus said. “Y’all need to sleep better.”
Mia stuck out her tongue. “You’re the one making a racket, dickwad.”
Romakus shrugged and gave her what was probably his attempt at an innocent face. A giant demon with a demony, hyper-masculine, skull-ish face, could not do innocent to save his life, and Mia couldn’t help but laugh. Yosepha did too.
“You know, Romakus,” Mia said. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Do I?”
“You used to be a bailiff for Belor? You were a big mover in the Spires War.”
Romakus, sitting at the opposite wall, scooped Yosepha up onto his lap. He set the angel facing away from him, her legs between his, and he casually held the beautiful black woman to his chest. She squirmed and elbowed him, but not hard enough to even earn a grunt, and the giant demon happily hugged her tight. Trapped.
“Not really,” he said. “It was a part-time job, and I quit. Poor benefits, worse pay.”
Mia frowned at him, walked up to him, and doubly frowned at him. “Vicente called you a traitor.”
“What do you think the Damall are? I saw the insanity Belor wrought, and decided I’d put a stop to it. Hell is a much happier place when demons just do their own thing, fighting each other and fighting over food.” He leaned forward and took a deep breath of Yosepha’s super-short afro. “And I didn’t like the idea of fighting angels.”
Yosepha scoffed. “I bet you were as hungry for violence as any demon back then.”
“Nah. I just wanted to settle down with an angel and raise a few kids.”
If Yosepha rolled her eyes any harder, she’d have lost them. She tried to get up, but Romakus held her down, slid one arm around her waist, and a hand around her throat. Like it was Pavlovian, she relaxed back against Romakus, and her wings went limp.
God damn it. Mia frowned at Romakus harder, but the demon just grinned back and hugged his girlfriend snug and tight. Mia wanted that. Maybe not with a joker like Romakus, but damn, she wanted that.
Julisa walked over, whacked Romakus’s wing with her tail, walked over to Vinicius, and sat with him instead.
“While we’re up,” Julisa said, “and we finally rest in a safe place, let us indulge.”
Vinicius grumbled, but he didn’t stop Julisa from running her claws down his chest, either.
Mia to the rescue. She strolled up to them, folded her arms across her chest, and gave Julisa some knowing glares. The tetrad smirked.
“Vin,” Mia said. “Vicente. You really just ... jumped him. And killed him.” And killing the bailiff from the Black Valley could come back and bite them in the ass, but that’s not what Mia wanted to talk about.
Vin rumbled and said nothing.
Mia tilted her head. “I know you said you saw an opportunity, but you also said he deserved to die for what he said.”
Vin didn’t rumble, and said nothing.
“The last thing Vicente said, was a bunch of threats about what he and Alessio would do to me.”
Still nothing.
Mia sighed and looked back to the others. Cerberus slept. Kas watched, squatting in his corner. Romakus and Yosepha were cuddling, or rather, Romakus was groping and hugging and squeezing Yosepha, and she was doing her best not to act like she didn’t like the attention.
It was probably their antics that had Julisa in a mood. The damn woman took a peek at Romakus, another at Mia, and again touched Vinicius.
“Kas,” Mia said. “Can you deal with this bitch?”
Julisa set one of her many hands on her breastplate. “Do you think I am some—” Kasimiro came over, grabbed the woman’s leg, and yanked her onto her back. “What!? How dare you! What sort of demon bends a knee to a soul? You—”
Kas dragged her back to his corner and wrestled with her. Julisa fought against him, but it didn’t last, her struggles quickly becoming playful and flirtatious instead of serious. If she had her four swords, she’d be able to fight Kas without issue. But in a wrestling match, Kas was a heavyweight beast compared to her.
Mia walked up between Vin’s legs and sat on his thigh. He didn’t move. She smiled up at him, slid a little closer, and touched his stomach. He didn’t move.
“You,” she whispered, “attacked Vicente because he threatened me.”
Vin snorted and said nothing.
“You getting attached to me, Vin? Protective?”
His snort turned to a growl, and shivers ran up Mia’s spine. He wasn’t happy she was poking the bear, but the bear needed to be poked. And besides, said bear couldn’t hurt her, not with his leash and her necklace stopping him. He was bound not to hurt her, not to remove his leash or her necklace, and not willingly attempt to leave her.
Maybe she’d release him someday. Definitely. Once they’d saved the Great Tower.
She slid closer and pressed her side up against his stomach, her legs between his thighs and almost against his crotch. From this close, she could whisper even quieter.
“I bet if the others weren’t here, you’d talk with me more. I bet I could get you to talk about yourself.”
“I have no stories to share.”
“Not true! I mean, they must be really violent stories, but you wandered Hell with the rider at your side. I bet you have all sorts of stories about strong hellbeasts you fought, or maybe little tribes of demons you ran into you took on, just you, or hordes of Cainites.”
Vinicius snorted down at her, and hot dragon breath blew her hair back. Thankfully, it just smelled like hot air, and blood. He said nothing.
“No war stories? Maybe you joined up with a spire ruler at some point and fought another? Maybe you fought another child of the Old Ones? Tell me a story and put me to sleep.”
“Why would I tell you a story to put you to sleep?”
“It’s just an Earth thing. Nevermind.” Sighing, she leaned into his side a little harder. “You really jumped Vicente and ripped him apart, because he was threatening me?”
Vin looked past her to the others. Azreal and Noah were out doing only God knew what. Yoseph and Romakus were hugging and kissing, as much as she could kiss him and his scary-but-kinda-sexy face. Kas was in a weird, sexual wrestling match with Julisa, which Julisa was more than happy to perpetuate.
Far as Mia could tell, Kas had no interest in Julisa, other than the fact that the four-armed bitch was ridiculously hot, with a tight waist and huge tits. Good. Maybe it was selfish of Mia to want to keep Kas for herself, at least emotionally or mentally. Kas had been protecting her for so long, she’d grown attached.
She’d grown attached to the asshole she was sitting on, too.
“I really don’t understand you, Vin,” she whispered. “I want to, though. You say you want to eat me, but then you do things like defend me when you don’t have to, and even kill someone for threatening me. And yes, I know you’ll deny it, but I know you better than that. I think you like me.” A poke wouldn’t do, so she punched him in the stomach. No response, of course, not even a flinch. “We could be friends, you know.”
She almost felt like she was trying to befriend the grizzly bear she’d thought of earlier. If she had a fish to give, maybe that’d work. Except in Hell, the only fish she had was her body. Sex was just a normal way of communicating for demons, a common occurrence, something they did when they were bored or felt like spending time with a friend. It was hard for her to think of sex like that, but a few months in Hell had definitely put the idea in her head.
But Vin felt differently. He pushed her aside, and she squeaked, rolled backward off his leg, and landed on her back and ass on the floor. Apparently, the necklace wouldn’t stop him from touching her if he wasn’t actively trying to hurt her, even if his bull-in-a-china-shop movements got her neck broken. She stood up and glared, and he nudged her back with his tail.
She braced for harsh words. Something like ‘leave me be’ or ‘I do not want you’ or something. But he said nothing. He stared down at the floor between his feet, arms limp at his sides, before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Sighing, Mia sat with Kas and Julisa, who’d settled their wrestling match and sat next to each other instead. And because Mia was feeling upset, and dejected, and confused and annoyed and flustered, she sat between the two giant demons and pulled her knees up to her chest. Julisa frowned down at her, but didn’t move her or anything, leaving Mia squashed between the two demons’ thighs.
After a few minutes, Vin looked asleep. Yosepha and Romakus were going to sleep, too. Kas and Mia were up next for a shift, but Julisa was still awake, checking her tail and its spikes like a girl checking her nails.
“Kas,” Mia whispered. “What do you want?”
The eyeless, horned, dinosaur shark looked down at her. “What?”
“What do you want? From life, you know, or whatever this afterlife can be called.”
He tilted his head. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m trying to figure out what Vin wants.” And she was trying to figure out why she kept caring so much about the big, dumb asshole, but that was a different conversation.
Julisa chuckled quietly. “Vinicius wants what all children of the Old Ones wanted. To rule a spire, and then Hell.”
“I get that,” Mia said. “But is that what he wants deep down in his ... sin?” Sighing, she looked up at Julisa. “And you. You really just want power and regular access to violence?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
Mia scrunched up her nose. “I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you will. Demons are not human. We are ... what is the term ... self-actualized?”
For all her effort, Mia could not help but drop her jaw.
“How do you know that term?”
“I ate a therapist once.”
Mia stared. Julisa smiled.
“That doesn’t mean,” Mia whispered, “that you suddenly stop having internal struggles. So I’m just trying to figure out how you demons work.”
Julisa shook her head. “It sounds to me like you are a naive little girl who thinks she can live in a fantasy if she digs her fingers into others’ minds.”
“What? That’s not true.”
“You want to understand the people around you, so you can pick and choose.”
Mia drew her head back. “Pick and choose what?”
Julisa grinned down at her. “Everything. You want to be in control. You want to arrange the people around you into roles. Even now, you flirt with Vinicius in some desire to control him.”
Between clenched teeth, Mia muttered. “That’s not true.”
“Oh yes it is. You wish to control him, as if that necklace is not enough of a leash. You seek to control Kasimiro, your willful guardian. And when we meet Adron again, I suspect you will attempt to control him, as well. Any fool knows truth when it slaps them in the face.”
“That’s not—”
“Will you tell him of Hannah?”
“What?”
Julisa leaned in close. “Will you tell him that his precious betrayer, a woman he clearly showed more feeling toward than you, is haunting you?”
“I ... don’t know. We don’t even know if Hannah is—”
“And Azreal and Noah, two men you’ve set your eyes on. Two more men you want to sink your fingers into so you can manipulate their minds.”
Mia leaned in toward Julisa until their noses almost touched. Considering how big Julisa was, her head was almost twice as tall and wide as Mia’s.
“That’s not what I’m doing.”
“Liar.” Julisa came in closer again and pressed her forehead to Mia’s. “Typical girl, manipulating everyone around you.”
“You’re a girl!”
“I am a demon, and far less manipulative than you. At least I don’t lie to myself about my goals.”
Sighing, Mia slumped back and into Kas’s side. She wasn’t trying to control the boys. Was she? She just wanted to help people, and help them get along, and maybe find a little romance on the way.
Or Julisa was right, and Mia was some kind of control freak, trying to fit people into neat boxes so she could enjoy the desired outcome. Like people who watched old TV shows multiple times because they found watching new shows too anxiety-inducing.
“What I desire,” Kas said at last. Shit, she’d forgotten she’d asked. “Is change.”
“Change?”
“Most demons are like Julisa, too eager to die pursuing power, too eager to kill. I want change.”
Mia blinked at him. Julisa blinked at him. In the past, Kas had made it clear that he detested other demons.
“Demons,” Julisa said, “cannot change. And Hell cannot change. It has been this way since the beginning.”
Kas shook his head. “Not everyone is like you, fujara.”
“Yes they are.”
Again the sarkarin shook his head, but he didn’t press the issue. He slipped his tail around Mia, though, and pulled her closer. She blinked up at him as the big guy lay on his side, scooped his arm around her, and pulled her into a hug.
She froze. Kas. Hugging her. What the fuck.
Julisa groaned, left, and joined Vin instead, leaving Mia in the very awkward situation of being trapped against Kas’s chest and arm. Warm.
Her bodyguard leaned in close, and his smooth black dragon snout rested near her ear.
“When Vin and I fought Xela,” he said, “in the demon’s home, rescuing the other unmarked James, Vinicius was reckless.”
Mia turned her head, and froze again when her cheek pressed against Kas’s snout. He didn’t move it away.
“Vin’s always reckless.” This close, even a whisper was louder than necessary.
“Yes. But this was more. I think he was hoping to die in battle.”
Mia clenched her eyes shut. Fuck. When Vin emerged from Xela’s base, he’d been eager to stay behind and fight. For all his strength, he’d been locked up for a couple centuries before, weakened. Mia had just figured he was trying to prove his strength was back, or at least returning. He’d wanted to die?
“Is ... Is it because of the leash?”
“No. The old monster thinks of the leash as an interesting barrier to eventually overcome. And a tool to bring him to new battles.”
It was definitely that. Without the leash, Mia would have left Vin behind. She might have even killed him with her powers in self-defense.
“What happened? What changed his mind at the end?”
“I told him...” Kas leaned in close, so close his head came up under her arm. “I told him if he wants to see you again, he’ll have to live.”
She jerked her head up and stared at Vinicius on the other side of the room.
“W-What?” It took effort to whisper.
Kas rumbled softly and nodded, lightly lifting her arm with the motion. “He craves you.”
Resisting the urge to gasp, she leaned back in and pressed her forehead to Kas’s temple.
“Craves?” The word was so naughty!
“The old monster is not sure what to think of you, Mia.”
Mia gulped. Hearing Kas call her by name was a rare treat.
“Not sure?”
“You are the first soul worthy of Heaven he has ever spoken to. He is confused by you. He is intrigued by you.”
She gulped again, the boulder in her throat getting increasingly large. That was a straight-up enticing description, from a demon who normally didn’t bother with sentences longer than three words, just like Vin. And here she was, cozy against his warm body, half trapped by his delightful one-arm hug.
“And ... And you, Kas? What do you think of me? I’m the first soul worthy of Heaven you’ve ever spoken with, either.”
“I am your guard. Zelandariel’s last order to me.”
She tilted her head like he did. “And all the sex?”
He shrugged. “You are attractive. I hope to be inside you soon.”
She squirmed. “On the surface, you can’t tell a girl that another guy might be into her, and then say you want to fuck her, too. Asshole.”
He shrugged. “We are demons. If you asked Romakus and Yosepha, I’m sure they would fuck you, too.”
She groaned. Kas was right. Sex was just not the same for demons and angels. In fact, the cuddling Romakus and Yosepha engaged in probably meant a lot more than sex ever did to them.
The cuddling Kas was doing with her right now probably meant more to him than all the sex he’d had with her combined.
She blinked down at the shark dinosaur, and risked running her hand along his closer horn, a sharp thing that jutted forward out from the side of his head. Kas didn’t pull away. Smiling, she teased her fingers along the horn, down onto his flat black head, and down its length to the tip of his dragon snout. He didn’t stop her.
“You’ve changed,” she said.
He rumbled softly. “You do not understand.”
“Understand what?”
“I have spent my life surrounded by demons like Julisa, and betrayers and other souls who are worse. You...” He nudged his snout into her side. “I am content here. This is change. You are change.”
She stared down at the demon’s huge head, and after a few seconds of failing to find words, she wrapped an arm around his colossal neck, and hugged him.
~~Day 91~~
~~David~~
They were getting closer. The stairway shaft opened overhead, not into the ember sky, but up to another cave, hopefully one with an exit.