by Eric Vall
“All the more reason for you to relinquish control to the Shades,” I pointed out. “They’re the ones who have been damned to this place for all eternity. Being a Demon Lord with their own territory is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Gula finally agreed. “I’ll narrow it down to four restaurants.”
“Three,” I reminded her with a cocked eyebrow.
“Fine,” the succubus giggled, “three.”
“Are you guys done talking business?” Tris spoke up from the other side of the room. “All this talk of ‘management’ and ‘responsibilities’ is making me fucking exhausted. And everybody knows the only way to fight exhaustion is with a hit from the Devil’s Lettuce.”
“Doesn’t that actually just make you more bored?” I asked coyly.
“Nonsense,” Tris chuckled. “This shit Todd and I cooked up will take you to a whole other plane of existence. It’ll open your eyes to shit you never even knew was possible, man.”
The Sister of Sloth was sitting on an old barrel that stood about three feet tall, with a lid nearly two feet wide. It was made out of wood that looked ancient, covered with plenty of dirty smudges and a few spots where the wood had been chipped off to leave jagged, pointed splinters. The same sort of barrels were scattered throughout the room, each one branded with a large “A” written in a chiller-like font.
“What was this place?” I questioned aloud.
“The remodelers must not have gotten to this room,” Gula noted as she walked over and placed her hand on the top of another barrel. “It’s the wine cellar, and it looks exactly the same as it did when Azazel was in power.”
“So, all these barrels are full of Azazel’s personal stash of wine?” I asked rhetorically as I walked around and admired the sheer inventory of the place.
“Wine, whiskey, rum … ” Gula mused, “basically anything that can be stored in a barrel for aging.”
“Wait … ” I announced as a wonderful thought came into my head. “How old is this shit?”
“I dunno,” the redhead shrugged, “a few thousand years? Maybe a few hundred, at the least.”
A goofy grin spread across my face as I thought about the possibilities. We had sitting before us an entire stock room of the oldest alcohol in the world, potentially in the entire universe. It probably tasted fucking amazing.
And if it was that amazing, we could use it to our advantage.
“Do you guys know what this means?” I asked happily. “We can use this shit as a bargaining chip. I’m sure there are other Demon Lords and Demon Kings who would kill for shit like this. Not to mention, we could make a killing on Earth if we ever tried to sell it.”
“If I didn’t already have a whole criminal empire built up down here, I’d totally volunteer to take that over,” Tris offered half-heartedly as she took a puff of her joint and blew it into the air. “I just don’t have the kinda time for that right now.”
“Sister Superbia would be all over that idea,” Gula agreed. “Also, I could make quite the impression if I featured this in my restaurants. We’d bring in demons from all over Hell …”
“Exactly!” I continued. “It’d be great PR for us, to boot. If we can get demons from the other Circles coming here and seeing how awesome the Fourth Circle is under my reign, maybe we can get them to come over to our side. Of course, with all the shit that went down with Gamigin, we’d need some sort of vetting process or something, but this could be a huge deal.”
“As long as it tastes good,” Tris noted as she took another puff. “Nobody’s coming to the Fourth Circle for skunky wine, my dude.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” I nodded and then headed over to a set of barrels stacked up against the wall.
They all had a large “R” engraved into their body, right next to Azazel’s mark. I assumed it had something to do with the content inside, but I wanted to make sure.
But first, we needed some drinking utensils.
I noticed a few rubber mallets with iron handles hanging up on the wall. Those would be perfect.
I summoned silver Hellfire into my hands, cast it around the handles, and liquified them into a floating puddle of metal. Then I commanded the fluid to reform itself into three small drinking cups that I set casually on top of a nearby cask.
Once the cups were formed, there was only one step left. These fucking things had been sitting around gathering dust for lord knows how long, and before that they’d been in some Shade’s sweaty hands. I definitely needed to sterilize the cups before we put them up to our mouths.
So, I summoned red Hellfire into my hand, walked up to the cups, and then blasted a tiny shot of the spell into each one. The iron began to glow white-hot as the fire heated them to immeasurable levels, and then I decast the spell.
Finally, once the heat had subsided, I snatched the first cup up, held it underneath the barrel of a nearby spigot, and then turned the knob. The spigot made a sound like a gurgling cough, and then a dark brown liquid started to pour out like a waterfall of alcohol. I filled the first cup, set it down on the barrel immediately to my left, and then repeated the action with the next two cups. Finally, I engulfed two of the vessels with a shot of green Hellfire, lifted them up into the air, and then moved them over to the two succubi.
Gula and Tris both snatched the cups from the air and inspected them closely.
“Ooooh,” Gula said. “I think this is the rum. That’s gotta be at least two centuries old.”
I raised the glass up in the air to propose a toast, and Gula and Tris both followed suit.
“Bottoms up,” I announced, and then I took a long gulp of the alcohol.
The second the liquid hit my tongue, my mouth was filled with the sweet taste of toasted sugar and warm spices, topped off with a slight oakey undertone.
Holy shit, this was good.
“Definitely rum,” Gula coughed as she slapped herself on the chest. “Heavily spiced rum.”
“It’s fucking amazing, isn’t it?” I laughed and then finished off the cup.
“I’m not sure,” Tris admitted. “The taste is kinda blending together with all the weed I’ve been smoking, and let me tell you, it’s a really fucking weird sensation. Like dank and sweet all at the same time.”
The succubus finished off her drink with a large gulp, and then she began to place the other joints into her mouth, one-by-one. Once all five were dangling from her lips, she lit them with her Hellfire and inhaled deeply. Tris grabbed the doobies with the skin between her index and middle fingers, and then exhaled a literal cloud of reefer smoke.
“Weed and rum,” I observed, “I think we’ve got this whole ‘relaxation’ thing covered.”
For the next thirty minutes or so, the three of us chilled out in the wine cellar. We tried each of the different brews Azazel had created, from his wine to his whiskey to even some scotch and brandy. They all went down smooth as silk, and before long we were slightly tipsy.
On top of the alcohol, Tris continued to hotbox the room with her seemingly endless supply of joints. Slowly but surely, I felt myself becoming more and more sluggish and loose as the two depressants took control of my body. The effects were not lost on Gula and Tris, either. The two succubi were sitting next to each other, happy but somewhat out of it.
We talked about all sorts of random shit. Gula told us horror stories about the patrons of her restaurants, while Tris explained the process her and Todd had gone through to try and make the normally-barren soil of the Fourth Circle fertile. Tris liked to tell everyone she was dumb, but I knew the truth from my experiences on my team: the beautiful woman was a genius, and she almost always found elegant solutions to everyone’s problems.
“The secret is all in the seeds, my dude,” the brunette slurred. “So normally, the rocky soil down here doesn’t have enough nutrients for anything to grow. Even though the Eternal Greens has more fertile soil than the rest of the Fourth Circle, it’s still a bitch to
get anything to grow well. That’s why I came up with a solution that… ”
“Let me guess!” an unusually lax Gula interjected. “Todd ejaculates on all of the seeds before they’re planted.”
“Ewwww, no!” Tris gagged, and then summoned orange Hellfire into her hands. “We intentionally kill them all with red fire, and then I bring them back to life with my necromancy spell.”
“That’s … that’s genius,” I admitted. “You’re basically creating zombie plants.”
“Exactly.” The stoned succubus nodded. “The zombie seeds will grow just like a regular plant, but it doesn’t need the same sort of nutrients or water or shit like a live one does. You know, because it’s technically dead and all that shit.”
“And the product still turns out good?” Gula questioned.
Tris motioned to the air around us.
“You tell me,” she snorted. “We’ve been inhaling it for the last hour. If anything, this zombie reefer is stronger than the regular strands. Just the way I like ‘em.”
I stood up from my seat on the barrel, walked over to the Sister of Sloth, and wrapped my arm around her nonchalantly. She was so relaxed she practically melted into my embrace, and I could still smell the sweet scent of her hair through the thick pot in the air.
“It sounds like you’ve been busy,” I noted and kissed her head tenderly. “Both of you.”
“You’ve been busy too,” Gula protested and crossed her arms across her chest. “All the succubi interviews … all the secret missions … don’t act so humble. I don’t think I’ve had you alone in a room for months.”
“You still don’t,” I chuckled and pointed to the high-as-fuck brunette in the room.
“Please,” Gula scoffed, “Sister Tris and I have been connected at the hip since our creation. Besides, with all the depressants in her body right now, she may as well not even be here.”
“That is very true,” Tris noted with a raised finger. “If I’m being completely honest, I don’t even know where I am right now. I just know the three of us are together, and I’m really fucking horny.”
Gula and I stared at the succubus curiously, and then we looked over at each other. The Sister of Gluttony had a three-mile smile on her face as she pondered Tristitia’s words.
“Did you hear that, Jacob?” she cooed. “Sister Tris is aroused. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, she always gets super horny when she’s high.”
“Oh yeah,” Tris giggled, “there’s nothing better in life than getting pounded by Jacob’s rock-solid rod when I’m a bit numb. It might hurt like a bitch the next morning, but it’s pure bliss during the visit to pound town.”
The blood began to pulse into my cock, and I felt it swelling up into an erection. Tris noticed almost immediately, and she bit her lip and gave me a longing look as she stared down the bulge in my pants. Then she reached up and began to caress it slowly.
“It looks like you’ve got Jacob all excited,” Gula mused hungrily. “Maybe you’re going to get what you wanted after all.”
“I always do,” Tris purred, and then she started to rub harder.
My dick grew to full mast in seconds, and the succubus was left staring down at a bulge that looked like it was about to rip my pants open at any second.
The next thing I knew, Gula was on her feet. She strutted over, grabbed two more barrels, and then placed them next to where Tris was sitting. The curvy redhead took a seat on the outermost barrel before she patted the middle one longingly.
“Come sit down,” she nearly begged. “Tris and I will make it worth your while.”
I didn’t even need a second to think it all over. I practically ran over to the barrel between the succubi, sat down, and awaited their next move. I threw up a wall of purple flames behind us so we wouldn’t fall, and then I leaned back into it lazily.
It wasn’t a second later that both Gula and Tris had their hands all over me. One of Tris’ hands ran its long, slender fingers through my hair while the other one continued to stroke my bulge passionately.
Meanwhile, Gula was going for my pants with one hand and kept the other firmly on my pecs. The curvy redhead unfastened the button on my waistband before she slowly slid her hand down the garment and gripped my erection firmly.
“Holy shit, Tris,” she gasped when she felt the size of my dick, “it feels like he’s even bigger than usual!”
“It must be all the alcohol loosening up my blood flow.” I shrugged.
“I don’t give a damn what’s causing it,” the succubus admitted, “I just think it’s fucking hot.”
Gula’s soft hands began to stroke my cock slowly inside of my pants. Soon, I felt Tris’ willowy hand meander down into my waistband and cup around my balls. They tightened rapidly in response to the succubus’ touch, and Tris made a small moan of satisfaction.
The Sister of Sloth used her free hand to reach up behind her back and unfasten the furry bikini top that sat on her chest. It fell away in a flash to reveal her perky C-cups, each one with a dark pink nipple that looked like they were just begging to be sucked.
I heeded their call.
In one quick motion, I leaned over, took Tris’ left nipple in my mouth, and sucked on it tenderly. Tris let out a gasp of surprise, immediately followed by a deep groan of passion.
Meanwhile, I began to explore her body with my hand. I slowly extended two fingers, slid them down behind Tris’ undergarments, and rubbed them tenderly over her throbbing clitoris. Then I ventured even further down and inserted three of my fingers deeply into the brunette’s pussy. She was as wet as a fucking geyser, and my fingers glided in and out of her with next to no resistance.
At the same time, I felt Gula pull back for a second, and then I heard the distinct sound of fabric hitting the floor. When I finally removed my lips from Tris’ chest and turned my head back around, the Sister of Gluttony was completely nude.
She was sitting down on the barrel, fingering herself intensely as she watched me pleasure her teammate and trying to hold back small, muffled moans.
“Let me help you with that,” I whispered coyly as I pulled my fingers out of Tris.
Then I leaned over, pressed my lips tightly against Gula’s, and began to kiss her passionately. At the same time, I reached down and slid my fingers into her warm, inviting tunnel. Our tongues tangoed for a bit while I pleasured the succubus and Tris pleasured me.
The brunette succubus scooted over closer to me, pressed her naked torso against my back, and nibbled on my neck while she stroked my cock. The sensation was incredible, and I worried I was going to be done before I could even begin.
Then Gula made her move.
The Sister of Gluttony drew her lips away from mine before she stood up, walked over in front of me, and then got down on her knees. She placed her delicate hands on my opened waistband, yanked my pants down, and fully freed my rock-hard dick from its fabric prison.
“Let’s tag-team him, Sister,” the curvy redhead purred. “You stroke, I’ll suck.”
“So, I get the easier one?” Tris giggled. “Score!”
Tris’ thin fingers wrapped around my erection tightly, and then she held it aloft for Gula to engulf. The redhead didn’t hesitate. Instantly, her thick, soft lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, and she began to pleasure me.
Gula’s tongue wagged around my shaft as her head bobbed up and down on my erection. Her mouth was warm and wet, and I could tell she was having a difficult time taking it all in.
At the same time, Tris was stroking me from the base. Her movements matched in perfect harmony with Gula’s head, and I let out an intense moan in response.
I felt my balls tightening with anticipation as I watched the mess of red hair gobbling up my dick like it was a piece of spaghetti. Whenever the sweet, delicate redhead broke her concentration and looked up at me with her small, purple eyes, I had to force myself not to explode.
I could feel Tris’ erect nipples pressing against my bare back as she str
oked me and kissed my neck. Her hand drifted down to my balls, and she brushed her fingers across each one delicately.
Meanwhile, Gula got greedy. The second her Sister’s hand was out of the way, she shoved her mouth all the way down onto my shaft as far as it would go.
I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, and that was it for me. I grabbed onto the redhead’s hair, tensed up, and unloaded into her mouth.
She let out a surprised gulp as my warm seed filled her throat, but she quickly changed her tone to one of excitement and arousal. I came for a solid ten seconds and kept pumping Gula full of my cum, but she didn’t seem to mind. Finally, once I was finished, she pulled her lips off my half-mast dick.
“Hold on!” Tris gasped. “I totally want some of that, but I’m not doing all that over again.”
“Hurrmmph,” Gula moaned through a mouth full of my cum. She rolled her eyes, but they still had the glint of passion inside of them. She stood up with her mouth tilted back, walked over to Tris, and grabbed her by the back of her head. Then Gula thrust her lips onto the Sister of Sloth’s as she shared my cream.
Tris must have been super into it, because she grabbed Gula around the waist and then flipped her around so they switched positions. Tris continued to kiss Gula as her fingers slid into the Sister of Gluttony.
As I watched the two women make out and swap my cum, I felt my erection returning very quickly. Within seconds, I was back at full mast and ready to go a second time around.
I wasn’t going to wait for either of them to notice, either.
I stood up from my seat, walked over to the kissing succubi, and then aimed my cock at Tris’ dripping pussy.
The tall woman had her back arched and her ass up in the air, and I stared at her tight body as I entered her from behind.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as she felt my dick enter her tight warm tunnel. “Holy--Holy shit!”
“Surprised?” I chuckled as I reached around and grabbed onto her perky tits.
I could feel Tris’ erect nipples running through my fingers as I pumped in and out of her, and her cascade of brown hair swished with each thrust. The succubus was wet, but more importantly, she was tight beyond belief.