by Eric Vall
Tristitia was the Sister of Sloth for a reason. She didn’t really take much initiative in the bedroom, but she didn’t have to. Her pussy was tighter than a sailor’s knot, and the few things she did do were enough to blow my fucking mind.
“Don’t stop,” Gula begged her sister. “Keep fucking fingering me like that, and I’m going to--to--to … Ohhhhhh shit!”
The sound of Gula’s orgasm mixed with the tightness of Tris’ warm tunnel nearly made me climax again, but I was able to hold back the dam as I growled like a lion.
Gula collapsed backward into a heap as Tris pulled her fingers out and ran them up and down her curvy body tenderly. Then the Sister of Gluttony placed her hand against Tris’ face and stared longingly into her eyes.
“I want to watch you two,” she nearly growled. “I want to watch Jacob ride you raw.”
“Holy fuck,” I groaned.
Gula’s nickname of “Firecracker” was perfectly fitting. She was timid and shy most of the time, but, in the heat of the moment, in battle or in the bedroom, she was a fucking pistol.
And I loved every second of it.
I tossed my hands around Tris’ waist, swiveled her over so she was sprawled out across a nearby barrel, and then started to thrust into her harder.
“Ohhh, yessss! Soooo deep! Fuck that’s really deep in me!” Tris gripped onto the bottom of the cask tightly and then let out an intense moan as I literally bent her over the barrel and pounded her.
I heard and felt my pelvis slapping against her tight ass as I pumped into the succubus, and I could feel the tip of my rock-hard cock tickling against her cervix.
Tris’ body began to tense up, and I knew the grand finale was coming soon.
“Jacob!” she gasped. “Don’t--keep … Ohhh. Please”
She couldn’t seem to find the words she was looking for, but that was okay. I knew exactly what she needed.
I slowed the intensity of my thrusts until they were a dull, steady pump, and that seemed to send my lover over the edge.
“I’m coming!” Tris’ already-tight tunnel put a death grip on my cock as it spasmed repeatedly, and the succubus let out an intense scream of pleasure. I could feel her juices squirting down the shaft of my cock and turning my entire pelvic region into a fucking wetland, and I couldn’t hold back.
“Me too,” I growled as I gripped her waist as tight as I could, shoved my erection into her until I was bottomed out, and then sprayed my warm seed into her womb over and over and over again.
“F-fuck … ” the brunette panted when our climaxes had ended. Then she collapsed over the side of the barrel and let out a whine of pleasure.
“Wow,” Gula purred. “That was fucking hot. I’ve never seen you be so dominant like that before.”
“I’ve never seen it before,” Tris panted, “but I want to see it happen more often. All I had to do was lay here and take that massive hammer.”
We both sighed as I slid myself out of the Sister of Sloth, and then I threw down a large, horizontal wall of purple Hellfire and sat down on it.
“I’ll gladly do that again,” I admitted as I laid back on the makeshift cot, “but maybe give me a few minutes to recharge here.”
Before I knew it, the naked figures of Tris and Gula were over at my side. They laid down on each side of me, snuggled up into my arms, and then let out a deep sigh as I pulled them in closer.
“Well?” I joked. “How was that for easing the tension and stress?”
“Perhaps I need to get stressed out more often,” Gula giggled.
“I’m never stressed,” Tris scoffed. “Like Todd always says, Hakuna Matata.”
“Uh … Todd says that?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yup,” the succubus continued, “he told me he totally made it up himself. Said he scoured through hours and hours of notes on Swahili to find the right words, too.”
“I really need to educate you more about Earth culture,” I chuckled. “That way you can tell when Todd’s telling one of his little stories.”
“Todd? Tell a fib?” Gula scoffed. “Never.”
“When do we have to go back?” Tris asked suddenly. “I really, really want to just lay here for like, the rest of the fucking day. I don’t even wanna put my clothes back on. Just lay out a bunch of these barrels, bring me a mattress, and fuck me every half hour or so. I’ll totally use this as a second room.”
“I dunno,” I admitted. “We’re still trying to figure out our next move. Now that the new succubi have been added to the group, I guess the next step is, well … I don’t know. The next logical step would be to keep building up our forces until we absolutely have to go into battle against the Unholy Trio. But then again … revenge sounds pretty damn tempting, too.”
“Gamigin?” Gula questioned.
“Yep,” I growled, “that double-crossing, horse-faced bastard needs to pay for what he did to us. He tried to kill me. He tried to kill Todd. He tried to kill the new succubi. I’m sure he would have tried to kill you all too, if he hadn’t run away like a dog with his tail between his legs. I just wish I knew where he was hiding.”
“Oh, that’s easy, my dude,” Tris said matter-of-factly. “He’s in the Fifth Circle.”
Gula and I exchanged looks for a moment before we tried to clarify.
“What do you mean?” I asked. “How do you know he’s in the Fifth Circle?”
“Geez, somebody hasn’t been paying attention in our war meetings,” Tris giggled jokingly. “Dude, don’t you remember all those off-hand comments he made about the Palace of Bones?”
“Palace of Bones … ” I tried to recall, but I was drawing a total blank. “The name rings a bell, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“The Palace of Bones,” Tris reiterated. “It’s one of the Demon Lord castles located in the Fifth Circle. Gamigin always said he thought the Fifth Circle was completely ‘devoid of strategic value,’ but that he’s always wanted to live in that place. He said it like, once a meeting.”
“I-I don’t even remember that,” I admitted. “I guess I was too focused on all the talk of battle plans and alliances to even think about those little off-hand comments.”
“If I had to bet money,” the Sister of Sloth yawned, “I’d put it on him living in the Palace of Bones. Think about it, my dude … he’s been interested in that place for like, forever. So, he cuts a deal with Baphomet, the King of the Fifth Circle, to betray you. Bam! He’s now a Demon Lord under the goat-headed bastard, and he owns the territory he’s always had his eye on. Actually, the more I talk about it out loud, the more I’m sure that’s where he is.”
“Damn, Tris,” I whistled. “Once again you’ve shown you are a genius. I should have come to you first.”
“Well, you came in me second,” she laughed. “I’m not really a genius. I dunno, I just like to lay around and smoke a bunch. Well, and spend time with you, my dude.”
“Awww, you never take compliments, sister,” Gula said as she patted Tris’ head. “I’m so glad Jacob recognizes how amazingly smart you are.”
“She is,” I said. “You both are amazing, and I’m happy you are my women and Demon Lords, and I’m going to destroy anyone who crosses us.”
Gamigin thought he could hide away in the Fifth Circle, where his new master could protect him.
Well, the joke was on Mr. Ed.
Nobody escapes the wrath of King Ralston.
Chapter 14
“The Fifth Circle?” Cupi questioned as she folded her arms across the table of the new war room. “You really think Gamigin is hiding out only one Circle away?”
I was sitting with Tris, Sia, Cupi, Liby, Mephisto, Eligor, and Todd around a giant round table at the center of the Who Wants to be Jakey’s Succubus? set. We’d moved all the screens and chairs out of the room and replaced them with the old wooden table that had been there before.
“It’s the only place he could be hiding,” Tris argued sluggishly. “He’s been talking ab
out wanting the Palace of Bones for forever, and now he has his chance.”
“The Palace of Bones, huh?” Todd snickered. “Please tell me that’s just a clever name for some demonic brothel, because I’d totally want to give whoever named it a fist bump.”
“It’s a palace made out of the bones of Baphomet’s fallen enemies,” Eligor said as she facepalmed. “It’s completely and utterly macabre.”
“They have fucking Macaws in hell?” Todd gasped. “Those are my favorite birds, all colorful and shit.”
“Macabre,” Eligor repeated in a huff. “Like, morbid.”
“Wait, wait … ” Todd mused as he tried to wrap his little mind around her words. “The castle is morbidly obese? How does that even work? Does Mr. Tumnus get his rocks off by killing fatties?”
“I--Who the fuck is Mr. Tumnus?” The blonde knight sounded so confused. “And morbid like, dark and disturbing.”
“You know, Mr. Tumnus,” Todd explained as he made sweeping gestures to his horns and then clomped his hooves against the ground and pointed at them. “The King of the Fifth Circle.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the imp’s new nickname for Baphomet.
“So, ‘Mr. Tumnus’ built this castle out of the remains of his fallen enemies,” I pondered aloud. “What kind of fortifications do you think it has? It can’t be as sturdy as the rest of these brimstone structures.”
“It’s not,” Superbia spoke up. “The bones that make up the palace’s walls are as brittle as, well, bones. But--”
“Lemme guess,” Todd interrupted with a sigh, “there’s some sort of enchantment on the castle that keeps the riff-raff out.”
“Precisely,” she nodded, “but, fortunately for us, it’s not a strong enchantment. The Palace of Bones has always acted more like a trophy room for the King of the Fifth Circle rather than an actual fortress. It’s a simple spell that could probably be broken by someone well-versed in the tongues of the demon language … ”
“So, you’re saying you need me for this one?” Cupi grinned devilishly. “Or actually, you need my ever-so-smooth tongue.”
I tried to ignore the succubus’ words, but I could feel my erection growing as I remembered just what Cupi could do with that thing.
“I, uh, assumed everyone in this room would be coming along,” I admitted. “If we’re trying to sneak into the Fifth Circle undetected, we’re gonna need all hands on deck. We’ll need Sia to be our healer and Cupi to be our codebreaker. Tris and Liby can be the crowd control if we run into any larger forces. Eligor knows the way, and Todd? Well, an adventure’s not an adventure without Todd. Mephisto … I’m inviting you because I mainly want to see your prowess in battle.”
I’m not sure I can be of much assistance, Mephisto admitted. I am more of a ‘behind the scenes’ kind of Demon Lord. I have not fought anyone in ages.
“But you do have powers, right?” I questioned the orange-skinned Demon Lord.
Of course I have powers, he scoffed as his eyes furrowed in offense. It’s just that I never use them to their full potential. It’s too dangerous.”
“Ohhhhh,” Todd snickered, “so you’re one of those ‘Master, forgive me’ kinda guys?”
What ever do you mean? the Master of Whispers asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“You know … ” Todd giggled, “the kinda guys who buy those knock-off ninja weapons from vendors at the mall and then do ‘badass’ photo shoots with ‘em. Have you ever posted a picture to your social media with a caption like ‘while you studied math, I studied the blade?’”
I don’t even have social media--
“Have you ever teleported behind someone and said ‘nothing personal, kid?’” the imp continued.
I don’t teleport …
“Then what kinda powers do you have, Great Pumpkin?” Todd pressed the Demon Lord. “Please don’t tell me it’s something lame like talking to fish or shooting tiny sparks out of your hands.”
Mephisto remained silent for a moment, and then Todd let out an audible groan of realization.
“You talk to fish?” he sighed.
I do have the ability to communicate with animals of any kind, Mephisto clarified, but yes, fish are included in that list.
“You’re a fucking druid,” Todd chuckled as he shook his head. “I shoulda known. The tall, orange, and mysterious ones always are. Can you shape-shift into a majestic honey badger?”
Honey bad--
“I think the druid is the most useful member of our party,” Todd said as he turned to me. “He can change into a Honey Badger and doesn’t give a shit.”
“I want to see your powers in action, Mephisto,” I said as I ignored Todd. “Now that Gamigin is gone, I need somebody to fill his place, but that comes with a lot more responsibilities, and I need to see you in action before I make the decision final.”
As you wish, my King, Mephisto agreed with a bow. But I warn you … those aren’t my only skills. I take no responsibility for anyone who gets caught in the crossfire.
“Oof,” Todd whispered very loudly. “All that’s missing is the katana, the bandana, and the greasy haircut.”
“What about the rest of the succubi?” Libidine spoke up. “Invidia, Ira, and Gula will surely will be needed, too. Also, I know they’re somewhat new to your team, but shouldn’t we ask the new succubi to come along? I’ve been getting to know them lately, and they’re fucking awesome!”
“It depends,” I admitted with a shrug. “This party is already pretty damn large. It’ll be hard enough to sneak eight people into the Fifth Circle, but double that? I dunno if that would even be possible. Todd, do you think you can handle eight at a time?”
“Eight?” Todd brushed off with a wave of his hand. “That’s nothing, bro. With my ten fingers, tongue, and massive schlong, I could easily handle twelve people at a time. Although, I don’t know why we’re suddenly talking about orgies. You know I’m not into succubi.”
“Your invisibility powers, bro,” I sighed. “I’m asking if you think you could turn eight of us invisible at the same time.”
“Sure I could,” the imp nodded, “but I gotta warn you, my powers are like love juice at a gangbang. There’s only so much to go around, and it gets spread out thinner the more people involved.”
“I really didn’t need that visual in my life today,” Eligor shuddered.
“So, you can do it?” I repeated.
“I can,” Todd elaborated, “but if I’m being totally honest with you, Jakey, I don’t know if it’ll be enough to fool Mr. Tumnus. He caught us dicking around in his Circle when it was just five of us, bro. If my power’s stretched thinner than an old man’s ballsack skin, he’ll see right through the illusion.”
“What if we didn’t have to be invisible?” Libidine interjected.
“What do you mean, Libidine?” Sia questioned. “We cannot go through the Fifth Circle without any sort of covering spell. That would leave us as sitting ducks.”
“I know that,” the Sister of Lust continued, “but what if we sent out a second boat? Like, a decoy? That way, Baphomet would go after them while we slipped under his radar and ventured to the Palace of Bones.”
“I wouldn’t want to put my friends in danger like that,” I dismissed the idea. “Baphomet is no laughing matter.”
“Not to mention, he’s going to be on high alert,” Cupi argued. “He knows you’re pissed off about Gamigin’s betrayal, and he’s probably hoping you’ll try to retaliate. He’s probably got eyes all over the swamp.”
The eight of us sat there in silence as we racked our brains and tried to come up with a solution. Finally, Tris raised her hand into the air excitedly.
“Okay, my dudes, get this,” she tried to explain, “if Baphomet is watching all of the main pathways to get to the Palace of Bones, what if we just try to find an alternate route? The Fifth Circle is huge. Surely there have to be other ways to get to the palace, right?”
“Eligor? Mephisto?” I asked the two demons sit
ting directly across from me. “You guys have been to the other Circles more than we have. Any insights?”
Unfortunately, no. Mephisto shook his head. The Palace of Bones must have been built during the time of my imprisonment, because I have no memory of it even existing.
“I’m afraid I can’t help much, either,” Eligor sighed. “Lilith generally avoided the Fifth Circle. She always said Baphomet was too much of a ‘oafish brute’ for her liking.”
“Jakey!” Todd gasped in a moment of epiphany. “What about Sharron?”
“Sharron?” I retorted with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, bro,” the imp implored. “The dude with the dinghy and the glowing staff and the badass purple robes. Sharron. The Fairy Man.”
Todd was referring to Charon, the great ferryman of Hell. The entity who was responsible for guiding the souls of the newly deceased down into their eternal homes.
“You may be onto something there, Todd,” I noted as I thought about his proposition. “Charon knows all the Circles of Hell like the back of his bony hand. If anyone knows of an alternate route, it’d be him.”
“If my calculations are correct, he should be passing through the Fourth Circle in the next hour,” Superbia noted. “It’s about time for his daily drop-off.”
“Alright then,” I decreed as I stood up from the table. “We need to make sure we’re there when he arrives. Cupi and Liby, you go round up the rest of the team. Everybody else, follow me. Meeting adjourned.”
There was a flurry of chairs squeaking and papers rustling as everybody got up from the table and began to go their separate ways.
I headed out of the room and down the nearby staircase with Todd, Mephisto, Tris, Sia, and Eligor right behind me.
The six of us trundled down into the main hall before we exited out into the courtyard, passed over the drawbridge, and wandered out into the brimstone ground of the Fourth Circle.
I led the team on a brisk, mile-long hike out to the outskirts of my domain. Soon, we found ourselves approaching a large, winding river that glowed with light gray ectoplasmic magic.