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Your Lordships are hereby invited to the Great Masquerade Ball on All Hallows' Eve. The festivity will be held at the shadow palace of His Excellency Helion, Fallen Angel, Demon of Lust, Lord of Corruption, Grand Duke of Enchantments, Master of the Dark Arts.
It is required that guests are to be dressed appropriately for the grand event, with a mask covering their features in some way.
Dances, food, drinks and other sources of entertainment will be provided for your lordships throughout the evening, with the hope that they will have a terrible evening.
Let the dancing begin, we look forward to your presence.
Helion rested a hand on the railing that ran the length of the gallery, looking down on the ballroom that stretched out at his feet, a pleased expression on his cruelly handsome face. Dozens and dozens of figures, of all colors and shapes, moved with otherworldly grace through the hall below, guests interspersed with waiters, and noises of speech and low laughter could be heard beneath the ethereal music of the fairy orchestra. From time to time figures could be glimpsed leaving the hall, some to get away from the general chaos and have a moment of peace in solitude, others in company looking for a more discreet place to continue their business, whatever that might be.
The demon smiled beneath the ornate Venetian-style mask that covered the top of his face, before starting to walk down the stairs. Dim lights shone on the gold and bronze strands that decorated the jacket he had had specially made for that evening paired with shoes and pants, standing out against the fabric as black as night. The combination of clothes made his figure look like a solid shadow, moving with a life of its own, gliding in search of its next prey.
As soon as he arrived on the dance floor immediately looks were directed at him. Various guests approached, to greet him and congratulate him on such a successful reception, and like a good host Helion accepted and reciprocated those compliments with grace and sweet smiles. He took from a tray brought by an unseen creature a flute filled with a substance of an unnatural crystalline color and stepped forward, with the rest of the guests parting like the Red Sea to allow him to pass. Once he had reached the center of the room he lightly cleared his throat and instantly the music died down and the attention of the room was all on him.
Helion put on one of his sharp smiles and raised his glass as he gazed at his guests, “Ladies and gentlemen, nightmares and horrors, material creatures and beings from remote realms. I welcome you to our annual gathering on the date of what is called All Hallows' Eve in the mortal world. The time when their world is overcome by darkness and we are allowed to cross its thresholds and enter the material realm. I propose a toast to celebrate this and invite you to visit my mansion, so that you have a chance to enjoy all the comforts and surprises it holds in store for you - A murmur of polite curiosity and expectation ran through the crowd - But most importantly have fun, give vent to your impulses, and let this magical night enrapture you. To All Hallows' Eve."
“To All Hallows' Eve!” echoed remote voices and low gurgles, along with tones of voice that resembled nails on a chalkboard and howls produced by the wind.
After the toast, the orchestra resumed playing and the guests returned to their activities, while Helion walked leisurely toward the buffet table. Before he got there, however, a figure stood in his path. The demon assumed a surprised expression only to break into a broad smile and open his arms in a welcoming gesture, “Zelomoth!”
The newcomer was only slightly shorter than Helion, but certainly bigger and more muscular than the demon. But the biggest difference lay in the fact that Zelomoth's skin was a deep shade of cobalt blue, as a pair of deer antlers sprouted from his long, wild white hair pulled back into a messy tail. His face was much rougher and with less harmonious features than his companion's, but he retained a certain ancestral charm within him, something primitive and ancient, which also showed in his choice of clothing, much simpler and less ornate than Helion's way of dressing. From the sides of his lips sprouted upward-facing tusks, very reminiscent of those of a wild boar. Like Helion he wore a mask, but in contrast to the rich and ornate mask of the red demon it was much more crude and tribal, almost shamanic.
Helion, still with a wide smile, hugged him warmly, then pulled away while continuing to hold him by his shoulders, “I'm so glad you were able to come. How are you, my brother of a thousand battles?”
Zelomoth put on what had the appearance of a smile, however hard it was to tell because of his tusks, “We could say well. The hunts go on and souls abound, so I thought I could take an evening just for myself, to visit an old friend. After all: today is a holiday for us too.”
Helion burst into a resounding laughter reminiscent of the rumble of thunder heralding a catastrophic storm, “Well said, my brother. Now come, let me show you all the little comforts this little gathering has to offer."
He put a hand on his shoulder and led him toward the table, still continuing to chat amiably with him.
Zelomoth - knowing the fallen angel's refined tastes - thought his old friend would escort him toward the main table, where exotic foods from distant realms were just waiting to be enjoyed, but instead the demon directed him to another side of the room, where a large group of creatures was gathered, chatting among themselves, clearly impressed and excited by something in front of them, however it was not clear to see what was the object of their attentions.
As before during the speech, the guests stepped aside to allow Helion to pass, and in doing so the blue demon could finally see what had prompted the chatter. Instantly he understood what had made those monsters so excited.
Suspended in midair were three completely naked men, their bodies notably covered with body hair, arranged in order of age: the one furthest to the left could not have been more than twenty years old, with a physique that was still thin but on which one could already begin to see some traces of muscle, black hair kept very short and a faint trace of beard on his square face; the one in the middle was in his mid-thirties, his hair longer and a neatly trimmed beard covered his cheeks, his physique was more robust, showing powerful muscles of someone who was used to working hard; finally, the one furthest to his right was middle-aged, with a disheveled beard, medium-length hair that was beginning to gray,and massive physique, with a slight belly under his muscles. All three were suspended in the air by magic seals, and arcane words crawled across their chests and around the pubic area. They had erect cocks that jerked with each of their breaths, and it seemed to him that small drops of a viscous substance came out of the tips of their hard cocks and stiff nipples.
Zelomoth frowned and studied them closely, intrigued. They were all extremely similar to each other. Two brothers with their father, perhaps? No, he discarded that idea. There was something about them that didn't sit right with him....
He tilted his head slightly to the side and let his gaze go deeper. His eyes became completely black except for two golden rings that outlined where the pupil should have been. The figures around him changed, gradually becoming more and more blurred, as spells and charms fell and around him the guests took on their true forms, which would have driven any mortal to madness. But Zelomoth took no notice and continued to study the three humans until their souls showed before his eyes, at which point he saw two things that made it all clear to him.
“They are Shadows,” he merely remarked.
At his side Helion smiled, “Precisely. Perfect copies fashioned from someone's memory and recollections and brought to life using magic. Too bad they have a limited time span, otherwise I would have had fun with them even after this evening.”
“And it's not three different people, right? It's just one of whom you then created two copies whose age you changed,” the devil continued.
Indeed now that he knew, he noticed the features that had been preserved over time, such as the same cut of the eyes, the facial features that were kept through time, and even the build that was true to the original.
His host clapped his hands chuckling smugly, “Congratulations, I see your eyes are working as well as ever. This subject intrigued me right away, as soon as I saw him I knew I wanted him for myself, like a dog on a leash we might say,” and he chuckled, as if he had just told an extremely hilarious joke.
“The original is the one furthest to your right - he continued, approaching the older man, brushing his finger over his cock and making him groan with desire and gasp - The copies are there because I wanted my guests to be allowed a choice when it comes to vintage, and the Essence of this specimen is particularly tasty. Would you like some?” and raised a glass with a raised eyebrow.
His companion shook his head, “I'm fine, thank you.”
Helion merely nodded with a smile and then turned toward the trapped human. He reached out a hand and wrapped it around his hard cock. Instantly the seals that had previously swirled around his cock retracted on his body, reminiscent of snakes slithering away. The red demon slowly began to masturbate him with a lazy smile, going deliberately slow and taking care to stimulate him as best he could in the right areas. The human stiffened as soon as he felt the words move away and the demon's hand around his cock. He took to panting like a dog, sticking out his tongue, his eyes seemingly unable to focus on anything going on around him. He tried to struggle in his restraints, but the seals prevented him from any kind of movement, leaving him at Helion's complete mercy. The demon knew that if he were free he would begin to move his hips back and forth, as if to fuck his hand in search of some small measure of relief, and that was precisely why he continued to torture him with slow, solemn gestures, even pausing from time to time to hear him yelp in despair, pressing his thumb against the exposed tip of his cock. Before his eyes he saw the words around his nipples pulsing faintly, suppressing his body's impulses and preventing him from any kind of relief. Eventually he grew tired of that pastime and took to giving him quick, firm strokes, aiming his cock at the glass in his hand. The Shadow took to gasping with increasing intensity, making grunts and noises similar to an animal in heat, and then came with a hoarse scream, directly inside the demon's glass, in an unnaturally high amount, filling it halfway.
Helion smiled and withdrew his hand, letting go of the cock that continued to remain hard, dripping cum onto a saucer placed just below him so as not to soil the place. Immediately the words returned to envelop him, suppressing his urges and making him moan desperately in search of an outlet, whatever it might be. The demon picked up a bottle nearby and poured the contents into his glass, then lifted it up and mixed it waving his hand, seeing it merge into a crystalline liquid. He smiled and turned to his friend, “Are you sure you don't want it? You look tired and it is a very effective tonic. You may also decide to take just a few drops if you feel it is too strong,” and reaching out he touched the nipple, making the man moan again.
Zelomoth shook his head again as they resumed walking, moving away from the table, which was soon surrounded again. He could now hear more distinctly the moans of pleasure from the three copies as they were used and violated by the creatures' hands.
“I thank you, but I prefer to keep my wits about me for tonight. Besides, I prefer to consume my Essence directly from my prey, not in such a...refined way.”
Helion chuckled, bringing his glass to his lips.
“You also modified their bodies, didn't you?”
"Yes. Usually it's the female humans who have the ability to produce substances from their chests, but he had such a generous one that it seemed a shame to leave it alone. Sigh, it is a pity that they are mere Shadows. If they had been actual human beings it would have been even tastier... But enough about that. Come my friend, let me show you what else this celebration has in store for you."
He led him forward, out of the ballroom, to a side room, which, if Zelomoth remembered correctly, was the playroom.
Inside it various creatures were talking amiably with each other, some sitting in armchairs in front of a fireplace with blueish flames, others busying themselves at a table in what looked like a game of cards, others at a pool table on one side of the hall, and so on. Now that they were away from the crowd in the hall Zelomoth could make out figures of what were human beings walking around in various states of nakedness, busy serving the various guests in whatever manner they were required: he could hear sucking noises coming from under the poker game table, which gave him a hunch that each chair probably had its own personal Shadow engaged in properly serving its player; the pool table had a pair of Shadows half-inside a wall, with only their backsides accessible and a small image of what they looked like on top of them, with whom the players entertained themselves while waiting for their turn or on whom they vented when a shot had gone wrong; the creatures sitting in the armchairs, on the other hand, had various humans intent on serving and revering them in different ways, sucking their cocks, worshipping their feet, or having their faces pressed against their upraised armpits as they licked and inhaled the sweat that was the fruit of hours spent standing or among others.
Zelomoth whistled in admiration, “I am impressed. The ability to create so many Shadows for one night is certainly no laughing matter. And they all look different, too. I dread to imagine the state of the mind you took your raw material out of."
“Oh, you don't have to worry about that - a sly twinkle shone in Helion's eyes - Rather come, you haven't seen the best yet.”
He led him toward a part of the room further to the rear, in the direction of a group of a dozen people, who judging by their size, noise, and amount of fur were probably werewolves of some kind. The were-creatures were laughing loudly, talking over and egging each other on. They had abandoned their clothes-which was to be expected given what they were-and their cocks were sprouting red and hard between their fur-covered legs, leaking gallons of cum and pre on the floor. Some had been smart enough to catch a few Shadows and use their mouths or holes to deposit the overflowing cum, but there were too few to satisfy them all, and on that special night the moon's influence was even stronger, making the werewolf group even rowdier.
Helion and Zelomoth made their way toward them, and the blue demon could see what made the werewolves so over-excited: in the wall in front of them, in what appeared to be cubicles made entirely of glass, were three human beings, also restricted by magical symbols and seals, their absent faces posed in smirks of pleasure and desire. One was tall and muscular with dark skin, another thinner and petite with the features of the peoples of the East, and a third larger than the others covered in red hair. In front of them, about ten feet away, was a table, on top of which various sex toys were on display. Zelomoth observed them with mild curiosity, and noticed that nearby was also a small chest divided into three different sections, with crude drawings of the faces of the three human beings on it. Each section was then also divided into other small squares with an engraved letter inside.
His friend put a hand on his shoulder, whispering complicitly in his ear, “Can you guess the game?”
The other crossed his arms in front of his massive chest and took to thinking. He watched as the werewolves took to arguing among themselves and then placed what looked like poker chips in different areas of the chest. Finally, after they were all done, one of the werewolves took what looked like a fleshlight and pulled it over his cock, the rest of his pack watching with trepidation. He leaned the tip against the entrance and teased it lightly, then suddenly put it almost all the way in. The human in the leftmost container, the stocky, red-haired one, moaned, beginning to gasp as his cock erupted violently.
Part of the pack laughed, while others made stymied noises. Meanwhile, not caring what was going on around him, the werewolf took to moving his hips back and forth, fucking the fleshlight with relish, his tongue left hanging out of his mouth, a rapt expression on his face. Inside the glass box, the human gasped with a dumb grin as he moved his body backward, as if to accompany movements.
Zelomoth stood and watched them for a few more minutes until the werewolf came with a roar inside the fleshlight, then he pulled his cock out of the toy and put it back on the table, where it magically cleaned itself without leaving any trace of what had just happened. Then he said, “The toys are enchanted, they are randomly linked to one of those three. You bet who is linked to which toy and then you test. I guess you can also then try to choose more specifically which body part the toy is attached to, like mouth, ass or cock. Whoever guesses which one it is wins. Am I right?”
Helion burst into thunderous laughter, giving him amused pats on the back, “Nailed it. That's why I like you, Zel: you're observant and perceptive. Nothing escapes your eyes. If you want later we can give it a try, too."
The friend smiled in his direction, “Gladly, that sounds like fun.”
The two demons exited as the werewolves began betting again to see who would be their next prey.
Helion made way for his old companion and led him to a door that led outside.
The garden of the villa looked as if it had come out of the mind of an abstract painter: it could have looked like the park of any European Renaissance palace, manicured, with a small grove, a maze of hedges, fountains and various alcoves in which one could find shelter from prying eyes, and which were at the moment being used by various couples and small groups ready to make the most of that evening; the only difference was that someone seemed to have removed all traces of color, leaving behind only the darkest shades. The groves stood like unconquerable forts, with branches that seemed to reach out to grab anyone foolish enough to wander in there, the hedgerows seemed impervious, and even from above the design of the labyrinth hinted at a delirious structure from which it was impossible to get out, and even the gurgling of the fountains resonated sinisterly.
Helion took a deep breath, “Ah, some air was just what was needed. Walk with me, tell me how things are going in the Hunt.”
The two demons began to walk side by side, with Zelomoth updating his old friend on news and happenings since they had last seen each other, as they wandered into the large garden, ignoring the moans and liquid noises of bodies coming together that surrounded them, as well as the whispers and half-voiced phrases of blasphemous promises and prayers. Out of the corner of his eye the blue devil saw that some of the couples also consisted of a human being. More Shadows created by Helion's magic, surely.
He was once again in awe of his old companion's magical work.
It was only when they arrived near the labyrinth that he stopped. He had sensed a familiar energy that made the hairs on his body stand up. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then let a wild smile break across his face, making his white fangs glow in the moonlight: someone was hunting.
Helion, who had noticed the sudden change in his friend's attitude, merely chuckled, “You never fail. Come, let me show you.”
He made a wave of his hand and a black and golden gash opened up in front of the two, like a floating screen, half the size of his torso. Inside, Zelomoth could make out various views of the labyrinth and, most importantly, he noticed how other Shadows were wandering, half-naked and looking lost, among the hedges, searching for a way out. His eyes ended on a combative-looking, dark-skinned, long-haired man, perhaps belonging to the peoples south of what on Mortal Earth was called the New World, who looked around suspiciously, but did not notice that danger was already behind him.
Zelomoth watched as a figure revealed itself in the light of the moons, as if it had just emerged from the shadows themselves, its skin pale, the facial features distorted by the excitement of the hunt, long canines betraying its nature. The vampire waited until the human's attention was fully in front of him, then swiftly pounced on his prey, using his considerable strength to knock the man down. It was a strange sight, especially given the difference in build between the two, particularly the fact that the vampire was smaller than the mortal, but Zelomoth had dealt with the blood-sucking race far too many times to know that underestimating one was a mistake that many paid with their lives.
After landing his prey, the vampire bit him on the neck before a single sound came out of his mouth. Zelomoth absentmindedly wondered what he was going to do, but he got his answer as soon as he saw the Shadow's muscles relax and his face turn suddenly red, his breathing beginning to quicken. He nodded as he watched the vampire slowly rise from his victim. The latter turned on its stomach, showing the cock that was stiffening and leaking traces of cum beneath it. The monster chuckled under his breath, opening his pants and showing off his already semi-hard cock. Even from there Zelomoth could distinctly hear his icy voice ordering, “Get busy, you mortal whore.”
Confronted with the sight of the monster's hard stick, the Shadow's eyes lit up with a feverish glow, and as soon as he heard the order given he pounced on it and took to sucking it passionately, as if his own life depended on it. It was a surreal sight to watch the big, authoritative-looking man serving the smaller vampire as the latter put a hand through his hair and took to skullfucking him.
Meanwhile, from behind, something else was approaching the pair. Vines were coming out of the hedges around them and going to tear off the clothes, leaving the Shadow completely naked and exposing his skin to the cold night air, and then taking to moving and thrusting themselves inside his ass, slowly but surely beginning to fuck him. But the human did not seem to realize it, too engrossed in serving his new master's desires, an expression of pure reverence and adoration on his face, as if he could not be happier than in that moment. The only sign that he knew there was something going on were his hands that had gone to his ass cheeks, parting them with participation and exposing the hole that was being violated by three vines together, each the diameter of his wrist, but that could also have been because of the hex the vampire was exerting on him at the moment, hard to tell.
Helion chuckled and turned toward his friend, “I figured you would like that. My guests can decide on the prey they want and thus relive the primal joy of the hunt, enjoying a much more pleasant prize at the end.”
He ran his hand over it one more time and Zelomoth could see various creatures, minotaurs, dark fairies, satyrs, even centaurs and harpies, pleasuring themselves with various human beings, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs, and sometimes in a full-blown orgy. The only thing the groups had in common were the expressions of pleasure and moans uttered by the Shadows, who lived out their wildest fantasies by being fucked by the various monsters around them.
The blue demon felt his blood boiling as his predatory instincts demanded that he join those hunts, but he got his feet back on the ground when Helion put a hand on his arm and exclaimed, “Easy, my brother. You can enjoy yourself at another time, in fact if you want I can see about arranging a special hunt just for the two of us, or for you and your hunters if you prefer. Now come, let's leave the other guests to enjoy themselves. There are a couple more places I want to show you before we get to the real gem of this evening.”
The two headed back toward the mansion, this time, however, they entered through another door and found themselves, in doing so ,in the library.
It was an impressive room: every wall was occupied by bookcases filled with books, ancient and forbidden tomes from the darkest corners of every world, known and unknown, around the room various tables and armchairs allowed one to comfortably read the desired texts by the light of candles and candelabra, which with their blue and white flames illuminated the room. There were some guests here as well, perhaps those who preferred a quieter place to talk about important business, or who were looking for a peaceful place to rest before returning to the party. Again, faithful Shadows could be seen busy serving the guests and allowing them to catch their breath after the many stressful social interactions they had had.
As soon as they entered, the two demons walked through the middle of the room, with Helion exchanging quick friendly nods with some of the guests. Suddenly, however, he stopped, smiled, and veered toward a silhouette sitting alone in an isolated part of the library.
“Maughandr.”
Sitting placidly in an armchair was a creature at least ten feet tall, its skin made of black scales that almost gave the impression of being liquid in candlelight. Black horn-like protrusions sprouted from his temples, while his yellow eyes were busy lazily scrolling over the leather book he held tightly between his clawed paws. Two giant wings were folded over its mighty back, a tail branched around the chair, occasionally tapping its tip on the library floor in a slow rhythm.
The dragon looked up at Helion and closed the book with a firm snap, “Well well, the demon of the hour. I'm glad to see you Helion, I'd even get up to greet you, but as you see I'm slightly busy,” and with a nod he pointed between his legs, kept spread apart, where two humans were busy serving the dragon's two cocks. They were completely covered with sweat and cum, and on their faces glistened the traces of pre left by the monster's rods.
Helion laughed and turned to his old battling partner, “Would you excuse me for a moment while Maughandr and I finish talking business? This will be quick, it won't take long."
Zelomoth shrugged his shoulders indifferently and his friend turned to speak to the other monster in hushed tones. As the two argued with each other the blue demon focused on the two Shadows at work on the ancient creature's dicks: one was older, going perhaps for what humans called middle age, he had brown hair partially mottled with gray and a flabby physique, of someone who was not in the habit of keeping in training; his companion was much younger, at least by a couple of decades, he was beardless and had black hair kept longer, his physique was lean, though a faint trace of muscle was denoted. The devil tilted his head as he thought that they had enough similarity between them to be father and son, and that the older one perhaps had ties to the human being on the table in the ballroom.
The two were busy trying to swallow as much as possible of the dragon's huge cocks, which were as big as their forearms, vehemently bobbing their heads back and forth, almost as if they were competing with each other to see who was better at serving the dragon. From time to time one of them was forced to pull away to get a breath of air, but soon he would either go back to concentrating on his work or go to give his partner a helping hand, with two mouths working on the same cock and often ending up making out with the big meat pole in the middle. Sometimes the dragon's clawed hand would go for either head and quietly force him to stay where he was or swallow as much as possible, then deposit a generous dose of cum down his throat. Once he was done he would let him go and the Shadow would pick up where he left off, diligently cleaning the cock and going back to nursing it in his own mouth, giving him pleasure by moving his tongue and moaning against it, reveling in the taste of his cum and pre.
At one point Maughandr raised his hand to stop the conversation and focused on the two humans beneath him. After a brief pause in which he seemed busy deciding something he nodded, and turned the older man's face away from his cock. The latter looked at him panting and with a look full of adoration and expectation, which caused the dragon to emit a low guttural chuckle. Casually he wrapped his tail around his torso, lifted him into the air as if he were a rag doll , and turned him around so that he had his ass, from which a trickle of still-warm cum was coming out, in front of him. Carefully he pointed him against his own hard cock and let him fall on top of it, being welcomed smoothly inside his narrow hole.
The human widened his eyes and groaned, then began to fuck himself on the monster's cock, which was so large that Zelomoth could see its outlines through his stomach. The dragon sighed in a liberating manner and went back to talking to Helion, apologizing briefly to him.
Meanwhile the human smiled blissfully, as if his mind was thinking only of the pleasure he was receiving from the dragon's rod, balancing himself on the monster's scale-covered body. His younger companion in the meantime was continuing to suck Maughandr's other cock, his face so close to where the other was savagely fucking the older man that a few drops and sprays of cum landed on his face. The Shadow let out a whimper that Zelomoth could have sworn was one of envy and took to working even harder on the dragon's free dick, managing to swallow it almost completely, with tears in his eyes and the fire of desire glowing inside him. In the meantime, the dragon's tail had let go of the first man and made its way to the younger man's ass, where it was busy fucking him with slow, deep movements, gradually opening him up more and more and making him moan against the monster's cock, drool and cum coming out of the sides of his mouth and ending up against his legs. On both faces there was an identical smile of pure bliss.
Helion ended his talk and took his leave with a final farewell, reciprocated by a lazy gesture of Maughandr's hand, and returned to his friend with a satisfied look. As the two walked out of the library Zelomoth could hear the dragon's moans of satisfaction as he deposited his cum in the asses and mouths of the two humans, followed by the liquid sound of their mouths hurrying to continue tending to their master.
The two walked away from the library, going back to chatting with each other as if nothing had happened, until they stopped in the gigantic entrance hall, where various other Shadows were being possessed and claimed by the most diverse monsters, with subdued moans and gasps.
Helion turned to look at his friend with a cunning twinkle in his eyes, and told him in a voice reduced to a conspiratorial whisper, “Come, you must not miss this part.”
The two of them climbed the stairs to get to the floor above, proceeded down a short corridor, and arrived in front of a gigantic double door made of dark wood. Helion opened it and politely stepped aside to allow him to enter. Intrigued by his behavior Zelomoth entered.
He stood in a giant circular room, lit by the light of a chandelier of fine black crystal. Dozens of doors opened along the walls, appearing and disappearing like smoke whenever someone asked to use them. Here and there along the sides of the room were small sofas, and on top of them several guests were intent on enjoying the company of various Shadows, with their hands going to feel their rosy skin and play with their bodies, while the sound of moans, whispers and the liquid sound of hard-working mouths filled the room, which reeked of sweat and sex to the point of dizziness.
This time there was no misunderstanding: that room was clearly used as a gathering place for those who wanted to have a little fun with the toys Helion had specially prepared for that evening. In other words: it was a brothel, a supernatural brothel in which monsters and nightmares used human beings - or copies of them to be more precise - as whores and holes to bring their desires to fruition, being met with passion and expectation.
Zelomoth only needed a quick glance to see that all the humans present were Shadows, and he let out a low whistle of admiration at that impressive display of magic.
Currently, the general attention was reserved toward a bed placed in the center of the room where three satyrs were intent on enjoying themselves with a human being. He had a shaved head and a beard that should have been trimmed but was now completely soiled with sweat, spit, and dried cum. He had a big physique, not properly trained but mighty, and his face gave the idea of a stern, authoritative person. Or at least he would have been, if at that moment he had not been busy servicing with an expression of sheer joy the cock of one of the satyrs, which went in and out of his lips with a liquid sound, causing his balls to slam against the other's cheeks. Moans of pleasure escaped from his mouth, and his eyes conveyed only joy and pleasure. While one satyr was busy with his mouth two others were taking care of the backside, with one who was fucking him savagely, holding up on his shoulder a leg twice the size of him, letting the big cock in through the ruined hole, while the other was riding the human being's cock, making it go up and down, milking him without any care about his state and well-being.
Around them other monsters were watching them with a slight smile, enjoying that improvised show as they played with their personal Shadow.
Zelomoth was just about to join them and take a seat on one of the small sofas, when Helion clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“This is not our stop. Come, there are a couple of things you really need to see before you can indulge in your own pleasure."
He placed a hand on his back and led him toward a wall. He waved his hand and the palace responded to his will, causing another dark door to appear, in front of which the two stopped. Helion gave him a sly smile and opened it, motioning for him to look inside.
The blue demon leaned in slightly.
It was a simple bedroom, with no special decorations except those necessary to meet the wishes of those who entered it. Inside, a gang of goblins no more than three feet tall, perhaps a little more than half a dozen, was busy abusing a large, bear-looking human with blond hair so short it looked as if he didn't have any.
One goblin was currently busy throat-fucking him, grabbing him by the ears and driving him up and down his rod, slamming him against his pubes each time and ramming his balls against his throat. Another was climbing on his mighty back and fucking him in quick, jerky movements, making obscene noises and guttural giggles whenever he was fully inside him, making the human moan against the cock down his throat. Two others were busy being jerked off by his free-standing hands, which they sometimes held still and then fucked, when they finished they tended to pull their cocks out of his fist, point it at his face, and shoot their cum onto him, marking him, and then smearing it well over his face to cover him completely using their tips.
Zelomoth watched in curiosity, as the goblin who was fucking his face, let out with a liquid suck from his lips a cock maybe half the size of his body leaving behind a generous dose of cum that ended up on the floor and on the human's face, only to be replaced by one of his companions, who closed his hands around the back of his head and forced him to swallow him whole and then immediately took to fucking his face with quick and brutal gestures, heedless of his well-being, making balls the size of small apples slam against his throat. In the meantime, the goblin who was busy abusing his ass had also deposited his milk inside him, and now the human was being filled by the cocks of two more of his mates, who were fucking him at the same time, one on top climbing on his back, the other lying underneath him, spewing their big cocks in sloppy movements from his ruined ass, which was spurting cum left and right. Other members of the gang were sitting around them watching the show, jerking lazily in anticipation of their next round with that human twice their size.
Zelomoth noticed how, before replacing the companions who had finished, the goblins drank a violet potion, and immediately their cocks and balls, from being normal, expanded to a size impossible for them, already hard and with the tip leaking pre on the floor.
The human groaned and yelped under those assaults, unable to succeed in any way in opposing them. The devil could perhaps see a certain battling light in his eyes, as if he wanted to do something against those little green bandits, but he soon saw it fade away, replaced by that same expression he had seen on everyone else's faces: blissful pleasure and awareness of his role as a cocksucker and servant good only to deal with the rods of the monster who demanded it of him.
After another couple of minutes of enjoying that show, Zelomoth pulled away slightly and Helion closed the door as the two goblins came in the human's ass, filling him with cum, deforming his already full stomach even more.
Before he had a chance to comment on it, however, the red demon directed him to another door. Beginning to understand what his friend wanted to do he chuckled to himself and peered into another room.
Helion began to display before his eyes different scenes in which different monsters were taking advantage of various humans, fucking them brutally and without restraint.
In one of them he saw two orcs, big, thick and sweaty, busy kissing each other, while in the middle of the two, like a pig on a spit, a human with short gray and black hair and a trained physique was being pierced by their cocks, from the front and from behind. He had his face pressed forcibly against the pubes of one of them, forced to completely swallow one of the two cocks - and Zelomoth knew how seldom orcs deemed such things as baths and personal hygiene necessary, and judging by the acrid, pungent smell inside the room, those two were no exception - spit and cum leaking from the corners of his mouth. In the meantime, his ass was being opened by the other's cock, which was moving passionately in deep strokes, ramming the big balls against his butt cheeks and burying him under his prominent belly. Zelomoth glimpsed for a second the expression of the human, who looked completely drunk and lost behind the monsters' cocks, as if he was addicted to their aroma and abuse, and that was a position he never wanted to get out of.
In another he was confronted by a half-human, half-dog being with black skin and fiery eyes, a hellhound who seemed busy humping a freckle-covered red-haired young man on the floor. Judging by the intense movements, the hound had let go of his rational side completely and instead was now busy trying to impregnate his partner, low growls coming from his lips, discovering them on sharp teeth. The human beneath him groaned and gasped, cumming with a hoarse scream every time he felt the hound's cock piercing him. Sitting on a chair, eagerly observing the whole scene with a lazy smile, was the hound's caretaker, who was slowly jerking off. Zelomoth heard him murmur, “I see my pet likes you. Well, if you keep acting like this I might even think of taking you with me as a breeding whore. The other boys also have a tendency to get rough when they get into heat, and having a breeding bitch on hand always comes in handy on those occasions." They both knew well that the comment was more for roleplay than anything else - the Shadow would dissolve in a few hours - but it had the desired effect since when the human came he did so with an even more pronounced moan of desire than before.
A young, dark-skinned man was being used as a jerk-off toy by a minotaur in another room. Given the difference in size, the monster had both his large hands clasped around the man's torso, enveloping him completely, and was running him up and down on a cock perhaps as big as his own torso, with snorts and bellowings of pleasure, his eyes focused on him to give himself pleasure. The Shadow's eyes were now turned completely inside his head, and gurgles and meaningless slurs were coming from his throat, his cock now shooting blanks from how much it had been abused, his stomach expanding whenever the minotaur's cock was inside him, his hole ruined from which streams of cum were pouring out, staining the floor below.
Inside the last room he showed him, at last, Zelomoth saw a young human with black hair and a puny physique under the assault of several slimes, whose long green tentacles entered his mouth and ass, filling him up, while a long tentacle was wrapped around his cock, busy sucking out every drop of cum that was produced by the Shadow. Occasionally, chunks would break off from the central body, taking human forms, with hard cocks, coming up to join in the fun, whether it was taking to fuck his mouth or putting their dicks inside his hole along with the tentacle, opening him up even more and making him moan in despair. The expression on the human being's face was of someone who by now did not even know where he was, and whose only interest and purpose in life was to experience pleasure at the hands of the slimes.
By the time they had finished that brief tour of the rooms Zelomoth's cock was rock hard and an obvious tent was showing in his pants. Helion chuckled and reached over, grabbing his old battle partner's cock with one hand and taking to rubbing it through the fabric, making him grunt. He brought his face close to his ear and whispered sensually, “And now it's time to move on to the real fun.”
Still holding him by his hard cock, he guided him out of the room and then up the stairs to the third floor and his private quarters, the only part of the building to which guests were forbidden access. The music in the ballroom had all but disappeared by now, and paintings and statues were the only other presences besides the two of them.
Still without saying any more words and only occasionally casting expectant glances at his partner, Helion led them to a closed door, and only then let him go. Zelomoth knew immediately that something was not quite right, because, unlike the others, the surface of this one was completely covered with runes and magical symbols of interdiction, which prevented anyone without the creator's permission from entering ... or leaving. Their presence was so overwhelming that any creature of a lower rank would have fled from there at the drop of a hat, for fear of ending up incinerated on the spot by their power - Zelomoth had seen this happen once, a long time ago, and it had not been a particularly pleasant sight. It was only because of his status and experience that the blue devil was not affected by it.
Helion stepped forward and raised a hand in the direction of the door. He ran a finger over the surface, murmuring arcane words, removing the entry seals and altering them, the magic flowing out pouring like a river from his hands, then, once he was satisfied, he pushed the door open with a solemn gesture.
Zelomoth looked inside... and was left speechless.
Despite everything he had seen that night, all the works of magic and scenes of depravity he had witnessed, what was before his eyes at that moment was unmatched. Lying on the center of a bed were two men busy having sex. One of them was occupied passionately riding his partner's cock, and he was blatantly a human being. He looked young, with short-cut brown hair and a muscular physique, along his forehead and on his belly and lower back shone violet tattoos that glowed and pulsed to the rhythm of his heart. Beneath him, imprisoned by black chains of demonic iron, an angel was trying to resist the pleasure of that blasphemous act. He had skin of a delicate golden hue, like all members of the heavenly race, facial features that were harmonious and beautiful, blond curls that shone faintly with light, and eyes that were two pools of molten gold.
Upon hearing the door being opened, the angel raised his delicate head, and cast an anger-filled glance toward Helion, whispering, “You.”
Helion chuckled smugly as he closed the door behind him and snapped his fingers, reestablishing the runes and magical defenses. Once satisfied he stepped forward in long strides into the room, slowly taking his clothes off, as if he had all the time in the world.
“Let me introduce you to our friend. This is Azarion, a young celestial warrior who for some time now had been taking it upon himself to cause me some trouble, even going so far as to try to interfere in my organization of this year's festivities, ignoring the treaty made eons ago between our forces, which provides for non-interference on their part in such affairs."
"Agreements made with filthy creatures like you are of no value to me. When I free myself from these chains I will unleash the heavenly fury on these lands and cleanse it of your filth, and at that time you...”
“Blah blah blah. Do you hear the way he talks? He's been jabbering at me for days now with this rant about heavenly fury and how he's going to kill me, cleansing the world of evil, etc. etc. - commented Helion boredly, waving his hand - So I thought good of giving him a friend to help him pass the time and to distract himself a bit. To help him ... relax, we could say.”
He snickered and came closer, stroking the human's head as if he was a dog. The latter raised his head over him and opened in a wide smile exclaiming adoringly, “Master.”
Zelomoth took a closer look at him and noticed that he looked different from all the others. He peered deep to see his soul, and this time, instead of a pale imitation of life, he found a pulsing, glowing soul, gripped by the violet chains of Helion's magic that clung and clutched onto him, corrupting him.
He raised his eyebrows, amazed, “But it is...”
"A hundred percent human - finished for him Helion, now shirtless, leaning over and placing a light kiss on his lips, being enthusiastically returned by the man - Let me introduce you to Rex, my new toy. I met him last year, and from the moment I saw him I knew he would be perfect for my purposes, and I decided to bestow my blessings on him.”
Helion's hands slid over the young man's trained body and took to playing with his chest, squeezing and pinching his nipples, making him moan and increasing the force with which he was riding the angel.
After a while he pulled away and exclaimed, “This is my friend Zelomoth, Rex. He is like a brother to me, and I want you to show the same obedience to him as you do to me, am I clear?”
“Yes, master-he turned to the blue demon and gave him a lascivious smile-I promise to serve you to the best of my ability, Master Zelomoth.”
Helion chuckled and patted him again, “Good pet. Now why don't you go take care of my friend while I entertain our guest for a while.”
Rex nodded and propped himself up on his legs, sucking the angel's cock out of his ruined hole with a liquid slurp, causing the creature to groan, who merely threw his head back, however, closing his eyes and jabbing his teeth into his lower lip to stifle any sound, convinced not to give any satisfaction to his captor.
Rex got out of bed and approached Zelomoth. He hugged him and let his hands explore his body, going over the muscles under his elegant dress and lingering in the area of his crotch, smiling with a glint of gluttony in his eyes.
“You seem tense, Master Zelomoth. Let me help you.”
The demon grunted an assent with a smile, before leaning down and bringing the human's face to his own taking to make out with him. It was always difficult for the blue devil to kiss someone because of his fangs, but he did not let that stop him, too excited by the show he had witnessed just before, and continued to move his tongue forward into the human's mouth, while his hands grasped the muscular body and groped his generous ass, even going so far as to put a few fingers inside the hole opened earlier by the angel, getting two of them in comfortably up to the knuckles, finding no resistance and actually finding it tight just right.
After a bit he broke away and a new light of passion shone in his dark eyes. He let himself fall into an armchair and spread his legs, then beckoned with a finger for him to come closer. Rex almost ran up to him, knelt down diligently, and with quick, precise hands pulled down his pants, displaying the demon's weaponary. It was the same shade of blue as his skin, with white hairs sprouting from his pubes and on his balls the size of Rex's fist. In size it was perhaps only an inch smaller than his master's, but in exchange it was as big as his wrist. Immediately he took to drooling and, without even waiting for an invitation, he took to licking and savoring the demon's giant blue rod, collecting the cum that had accumulated on the head and sniffing the full balls with relish.
While Rex was busy worshipping Zelomoth, Helion had moved closer to the last remaining person in the room. Azarion was taking deep breaths to try to calm himself and keep his material body from succumbing to the temptations of the flesh, aware of the risk involved, but he snapped back when he felt the weight of the bed shift. He opened his eyes and saw Helion sitting on the edge of the mattress staring at him with an amused smile.
Immediately he tried to move and struggle to free himself, but the chains hissed and clenched with even more force, sucking his energy and diminishing his glow. The devil chuckled, “No use getting worked up. I had these chains forged from iron found near the Earth's core. I watched as some of the most skilled blacksmiths of the dwarves channeled the raw power of molten lava to melt and work it, and I myself directed the mystics who made the words engraved on it one by one. They are one of my most precious treasures... But you are not here to listen to an old timer babbling about the past, no. You are here because you must learn that rules exist for a reason, and there are consequences if they are broken. Being a soldier of the celestial kingdom does not exempt you from that.”
Azarion took to cursing him in the language of heaven, causing Helion's face to turn into an ugly grimace, before he snapped his fingers annoyed and a rope materialized on his face silencing him. The demon ran his hands over his temples, “Please don't use that tongue again, it always gives me an unpleasant headache. Let's move on to something more relaxing now, though.”
He stretched his body over that of his captive and then, with deliberate slowness, raised a hand and then firmly grasped one of the angel's pecs.
The expression of fear and disbelief on the handsome face caused a dry laugh to escape from the demon, “What's the matter? Surprised? You shouldn't be. The laws say that members of the two sides cannot physically interact with each other, but you have broken one of the oldest agreements between our people, so you are no longer protected. And that also means I can do whatever I want with you.”
Azarion paled as he watched in horror as the demon's face lowered and rested on his chest, then took to biting and sucking on his nipple. He started moaning as his body shifted around messily to try with even more fury to get free, but there was nothing to be done; on the contrary: the more he wiggled the more Helion intensified his efforts in his sweet torture, squeezing one of the nipples with his fingers while he teased the other with his tongue.
Sitting in the chair Zelomoth watched Rex swallow him, displaying skills impossible for an ordinary human, his hands massaging his balls, his generous chest pressing against his legs caressing him with stiff nipples. A moan escaped his lips when the human finally managed to swallow him whole, pressing his nose against his pubes and tickling him with his breath. From his position he could also see the outlines of his cock in his throat. As he watched, the demon felt desire growing inside him and tapped him on the shoulder with his hand.
Rex looked up at him and, carefully, let out the monster's hard cock with a liquid suck. He was out of breath, his eyes glazed over and his face completely covered with spit and cum as he asked in a rough voice, “Yes, Master Zelomoth?”
The devil could hear the faint note of desire in his voice and the slight disappointment that he was interrupted in the middle of his fun.
He chuckled and lifted his chin with one finger, forcing him to look him in the eyes, “Don't worry, boy. What I want to do will allow you to continue with your fun and will also allow me to enjoy your skills to the fullest. Come here,” and he patted his legs.
Rex, confused but excited by his words, got to his feet and then sat carefully on his lap. Zelomoth smiled and pulled him to himself, causing him to land against his body, and then take to making out with passion, his hands exploring his body, his fingers continuing their work in the middle of his buttocks taking to fucking and opening him slowly, making the human moan against his lips. After a little while they pulled apart and the devil smiled at him, showing off his sharp teeth, then grabbed him by the hips and, without any effort, flipped him over, making him put his knees against his shoulders and facing his firm ass opened earlier by his fingers. By his own account Rex was now face to face with the monster's hard cock and balls. He swallowed as his nose inhaled the aphrodisiac smell emitted by the creature, which was slowly going to his head, making him even harder than he already was.
“Come on, get on with your work. Just now you seemed willing to kill to get back to taking care of my friend,” Zelomoth teased him mischievously. As if he was just waiting for his order Rex opened his mouth and resumed swallowing the devil's cock, soon reaching more than halfway through, letting out noises of pleasure and satisfaction that made his rod tremble. The blue demon smiled and concentrated on what he wanted to do. He lowered his face and pressed his nose against the human's open ass, inhaling his scent with relish, then pulled out his long rough tongue and unceremoniously began to eat his ass, going deep and being careful to savor it as best he could.
Rex groaned and gasped, the big cock still in his throat, trying his best to swallow it as much as possible, his head thinking only of serving his new master.
Lying on the bed Helion kept an eye on his friend who was entertaining himself with his favorite servant and smiled, pleased that they were getting along so well. Relieved, he turned his focus back to the angel, and looking at him decided that he was ready for the next phase. He pulled away from his chest, on whose golden skin the traces of his hickeys and the marks left by his teeth now stood out clearly, and brought a hand to his mouth. With a snap of his fingers he made the gag disappear, after which he sucked his fingers thoroughly and moistened them, then smiled at his partner and whispered in a rough voice, “ Do not resist. The next stage will be much easier if you let go completely.”
Azarion, his head spinning after falling victim to those urges so new to him and his body, merely gave him a bewildered look, under which Helion, however, could still partially see his fighting spirit. The devil chuckled. Ah, to be young again...
He moved until he was at the angel's feet, and once there he lifted his leg with one hand. The latter continued to watch him with difficulty, trying to find a way to resist and fight back, but he had the feeling that his body was running out of energy. Helion gently placed his free hand against the angel's ass, and slowly began to tease his entrance with his fingertips. An electric shock passed through Azarion's body as in a rough voice he protested, “Keep your hands off me, you beast...”
Helion ignored the insult and instead, still with his usual smile, decided that it was time to teach the brash young man to respect his elders and, with a firm motion, put in a finger two-thirds of the way in. Azarion stiffened and arched his back, taken aback by that sudden invasion, unable to stifle a moan of pleasure.
Helion chuckled and took to moving his finger back and forth, wiggling it and opening the other creature, and before long he found it prepared enough to insert even a second one, all while continuing to whisper in a slow, hypnotic voice, “Relax. Let me take care of you. Take a rest. Give space in your soul to pleasure. You deserve it, valiant warrior. Leave your troubles behind you. Trust me.”
Zelomoth meanwhile had his face completely buried in the middle of Rex's soft, tasty ass, busy eating it like the most delicious of delicacies, while the human continued to eagerly suck his cock. The blue devil was bobbing up and down on his cock, practically using his body as a strange sex toy, and in doing so when only the tip of his cock remained inside Rex's mouth, Zelomoth's face was completely on him, with his tongue reaching inside to tease even his prostate.
Because of that stimulus Rex came several times on his companion's muscular body, wetting him with white, but it did not seem to bother the demon at all, in fact causing him to increase his efforts even more.
After several minutes in which the only sound in the entire room was Azarion's moans combined with the liquid noises produced by Zelomoth and Rex's frantic joining together, it seemed that the blue devil considered himself satisfied. He pushed his face away, with a trickle of drool still uniting him with the human's hole, and turned back to his old friend, continuing to make Rex's body go up and down, keeping him busy with his rod, which he now smoothly made go in and out of his mouth, reaching from time to time to the base and then letting him out almost all the way and starting the cycle again.
“So how is it going over there?” he asked in a casual tone.
Helion cast him a quick glance, “Well, it's just a short while from now and then he'll be ready. At that point you can join in as well.”
The other nodded with a grunt, returning his focus to his companion, who had once again cum on his chest.
Helion, by now with three fingers buried up to his knuckles inside the angel's hole, moved them around some more, watching him as he groaned and protested, now unable to form any meaningful sentence, with only the occasional protest coming from his lips such as “stop,” “stop this right now,” “I'm going to make you pay,” and “you won't get away with this.”
After a couple more rehearsals he nodded and pulled out his fingers with a liquid suck, making him moan with desire. He turned and proclaimed, “It's time, bring the pet here.”
Zelomoth nodded. Grabbing Rex by the hips he pulled him up, making his cock come out of his mouth with a resounding pop, then, as if nothing had happened, he loaded him onto his shoulder, his hand going to his hole, putting his fingers in it and continuing to stimulate and touch it, and then approached the bed at a safe pace. Once there he stared at his comrade-in-arms, “Head or tail?”
Helion smiled, “If you don't mind I thought the four of us could have some fun, maybe you with my pet, since you seemed particularly interested in his 'assets'.”
The blue demon bared his fangs in a smile that would make anyone shudder. Chuckling, he walked over to the head of the bed and positioned himself at the angel's face, almost putting his big, sweaty, spit-covered balls in his face. After that he carelessly placed Rex's body on top of the creature's so that they were stomach to stomach with their respective cocks right in front of their faces.
Azaraion moaned in protest as he tried to move out of the way so as not to have Rex's rod pressed against him, but nevertheless drops of jizz fell on his shaved cheeks.
Zelomoth laughed at that action, “Don't be so squeamish, little bird. You'll change your mind in a little bit."
The two demons exchanged a knowing look, then, very slowly, Helion took his massive rod with one hand and rested the tip against the angel's hole. The latter stiffened, all of a sudden lucid and aware of what he wanted to do, and began to struggle weakly to free himself, groaning with fear.
Helion merely smiled, “I like it when they put up some resistance, but I advise you to relax, only then will it become easier. I don't want to hurt you, or rather: I don't want to hurt you too much.”
He was running the tip of his cock against the angel's virgin hole, teasing it and sometimes putting in just the tip, but never forcing the barrier. Then, having reached the limit by now, he put both hands under his ass to pull him to himself and expose him as best he could and, without too much trouble, penetrated him, going so far as to put in a third of it.
A scream of pain mixed with ill-concealed pleasure escaped Azarion's perfect lips, while Helion let out a sigh of relief and remained buried inside him to give him time to adjust.
Meanwhile Rex had a close-up of his master's work, and he stood still staring, unable to hide his desire and envy, watching as his master's cock opened the angel's hole for the first time. He was so lost behind that sight that he completely forgot about Zelomoth behind him, but the blue devil had not forgotten about him. With rough hands he took his rosy buttocks and separated them, exposing his hole, which still bore the marks of his tongue and fingers. Keeping it separated as much as possible with his thumbs he placed his dick against it and put it in with a grunt, making him gasp and moan with pleasure, managing to put almost all of it in one go.
A grunt of pleasure escaped from Zelomoth's lips, who soon began to fuck him with brutal and forceful strokes, while below them Azarion's eyes were wide open, unable to move his head from its position and forced to watch the show of Zelomoth's huge blue cock opening the human, hearing only his moans of pleasure and the rambling words with which he asked him to give him more and to fuck him until he got him pregnant, drops of cum continuing to fall on his face. Meanwhile, Helion, too, had not been left unaffected, and, not wanting to be outdone by his friend, had pulled his hips back slightly and then given another thrust, making the angel moan and pant. After the first few strokes, made to open and adapt the creature to its size, Helion also took to fucking his partner hard, joining Zelomoth who had already cum once, depositing his warm milk inside the human who received it moaning and drooling on the angel's body, but he had quickly recovered and started fucking him again. Fortunately, demons never ran “dry” and had the ability to produce an almost infinite amount of cum, so the two of them could have gone on all night possessing their companions.
Helion chuckled as he watched his friend reveling in his favorite one's ass as he felt his own cock make its way inside that pesky angel. However, he knew that was not enough. He lowered his gaze and placed a hand under Rex's chin, causing him to look straight into his eyes.
“My little pet, it's time for you to get busy too,” he murmured in a soft voice, then moved his hand to the nape of his neck and guided him, pressing his face against the angel's hard cock, which was leaking pre and cum, just begging for some relief, despite his owner's attempts to restrain himself.
Rex brightened up and his hands went to touch and stroke the creature's rod, then he opened his mouth and, in one fluid motion, swallowed half of it, letting out a moan of pure pleasure and making Azarion moan even more forcefully.
From his position the angel felt that he was about to lose his mind. He was being violated by a demon as he felt a human being corrupted by dark powers giving him a blowjob, all while said human was in turn having an intercourse with another demon right in front of his face. His nose could only inhale the acrid smell of sweat and sex being released by the blue demon, and his face was repeatedly stung by the human's hard cock, which was spreading cum on his cheeks and lips.
“No, I must resist, I must not give in,” Azarion thought stubbornly, trying with all his might to stay focused. But it was so difficult, with all that prodding and sweet torture.
He felt his resolve slowly fading as a seductive voice that sounded awfully like that of the red demon in his head whispered to him to let go, and that he would be much happier this way.
“No, I am a warrior of the heavenly armies. I will never give in to vile tricks like this.”
But you like it, tell the truth.
“No, I live to serve virtue and the holiest and highest principles that govern the worlds.”
Therefore you need a break. Let go, mighty warrior, you have earned it. Let us take care of everything now....
“No, I don't have to. Though, actually I am so tired...and my body is so strange.... what's happening to me...? What is this strange feeling...? Maybe I should, I should....”
Everything was blurring around Azarion as his brain grew more and more numb. By now the only thing his eyes seemed able to see was that strange stick pressing against his mouth.
What would have happened if he had accepted it? Maybe he would have liked it, and something good would have happened? It looked tasty, and after all, a simple lick certainly wouldn't hurt him.
Right?
Zelomoth watched as Azarion slowly opened his mouth and Rex, almost instinctively, slid his cock through it. The angel, his eyes clouded, began to suck him, first slowly, then with increasing force and passion, making indistinct sounds of pleasure, while above him Rex took to moving his hips in rhythm with Zelomoth, fucking his mouth as he was possessed by the demon
With a slight smirk the blue devil looked up at his companion and nodded. Helion smiled triumphantly and immediately leaned forward, starting to move violently inside the angel, violating him and causing jolts of pleasure throughout his body, causing him to moan against Rex's cock. Zelomoth accompanied him and took to filling the human with such force that he pushed out the cum that he had deposited earlier inside him, bathing the angel's face with a white shower, who no longer pushed it away in disgust, but let the drops end up on his face, trying in part to get some of them inside his mouth as well, which was busy serving the human's rod.
It was a primordial, ancient, personal ritual that was taking place in there, the shadows were moving in the candlelight, almost dancing to the sound of their bodies coming together, Helion and Zelomoth seemed almost transformed into nightmarish figures, beautiful and terrible, and Azarion, or what used to be the angelic creature known as Azarion, was also undergoing a change, radical and irreversible. And in all of this Rex, was relishing, with the sensation of the blue demon's cock going deeper and deeper inside him, giving him the impression that it would even come to touch his innermost essence, violating it forcefully, reducing him to a being even more dependent on his master's cock, his head bobbing up and down, swallowing Azarion's cock, completely covering it with spit and other fluids, tears in his eyes and an expression of pure bliss on his face, his eyes gazing at the sight of his master claiming his new hole, towering, proud and absolutely beautiful.
Before long they came, all four of them, the two demons inside the holes of the angel and the human, and those two in each other's throats. Helion and Zelomoth pulled their rods out of their partners' asses, and Rex carefully released the staff from the grip of his lips as he pulled his cock out of his throat. Once done he rolled off his stomach and sat down on the bed, one hand on his belly, so swollen and full of cum that he gave the idea that he was expecting. He rubbed it lovingly and cast a distracted glance to his side.
Azarion's body was different now: his skin had changed from golden to a somber bronze hue, his hair had lost its glow and had become mercury-colored, his eyes were no longer two pools of gold but black oceans, and even his facial features had become sharper, with two horns, resembling bumps, sprouting from his forehead. The chains now hung at his side, no longer restricting him, and he didn't even struggle, lying still with his arms outstretched with a dumbfounded expression, his ass leaking streams of cum and a small trickle leaking from his mouth left open.
Helion smiled and leaned over him, joining his lips to his in a kiss, being passionately reciprocated. When he stood up again he wiped his face with his arm and studied his work, “The ritual is completed, your new life now awaits you. Initially I had thought of making you one of the servants of my mansion, but your spirit and strength are admirable despite your youthful stupidity, but that I can put right. From now on you are reborn with a new name: you are Castorian, one of my sons, and as such you will swear allegiance to me and follow my orders, before you can gain your independence and continue on your way. You will be one of my warriors, always at my service. Do you accept this new role of yours?”
Castorian looked at him, then slowly and carefully pulled himself to his seat and bowed his head in submission.
“My lord Helion, I swear allegiance to you. My body and strength will always be at your service. Please, father, teach me everything you know so that I can be your herald.”
The red demon nodded and then laid a hand on his cheek lovingly and presented his still cum-covered cock in front of him. Diligently and with an expression that could not hide his impatience, Castorian opened his lips wide and swallowed it and then began to give him a blowjob. Helion let go a sigh, finally allowing himself to let go completely, letting his guard down and unsealing the door. Now he could enjoy the night.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the sensation of a tongue licking and sucking his balls. He opened his eyes and saw amused Rex, who, not happy at being so rudely cast aside, had resumed his role as faithful dog and was now serving him.
Zelomoth patted him on the shoulder, “Well done. Are you sure you won't get into trouble?”
“As I told the boy before the process: he was not protected by the ancient laws. He had tried to interfere with one of our rituals, was discovered and imprisoned. I could do whatever I wanted with him,” said only the devil as he put a hand on the back of the new demon's head and forced him to swallow him whole, Rex yelping enviously beneath him.
The friend grunted, “I'm also amazed that you decided to turn him into one of your progeny. You haven't done such a thing in ages.”
“The boy has potential, and I'm sure he will serve me well. Right, Castorian?”
The young devil sucked out his master's clean cock and looked at them adoringly, “My life is in your hands, father.”
“Good boy. On the bed, belly down, ass up. And you too, pet.”
Rex brightened up and jumped onto the bed, positioning himself so that his ass was in full view, holding it open with his hands, imitated by Castorian at his side, who showed the same eagerness and fervor as the human.
Helion turned to his friend, “The night is still young, and we have two young men eager to serve us. What do you say, my brother?”
Zelomoth smiled and approached Castorian. He gave a spanking that made him moan, before taking his cock with one hand, giving it a couple of strokes to wake it up fully, and then pressing it against the former angel's ass, penetrating him hard.
Helion chuckled softly and moved closer to Rex. He unceremoniously plunged into him and felt him melt and moan under his fingers, followed by his partner.
The two bottoms looked at each other as they were being fucked and, without even thinking about it, brought their faces close together and took to making out while being possessed by the two elder demons.
Helion observed them and smiled at that display of affection. They were two perfect servants, ready to fulfill his every little request. He could not have asked for anything better.
That All Hallows' Eve feast had gone even better than he had planned.
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"Brief Bestiary of the Impossible" by professor V. D. von Frankestein IX
Helion: Fallen Angel(variety of demon), as the name implies he is an Angel who, for one reason or another, has been banished from the Celestial Kingdom. He falls more into the classical idea of a demon, engaged in tempting mortals and offering them contracts in exchange for their souls or freedom. He acts in the shadows, with complicated schemes into which his victims realize they have succumbed when it is too late. An expert in the magical arts, he falls within the circle of the Demons of Lust. His race usually has warm skin tones
Zelomoth: Bogeyman (variety of demon), born directly as a demon, he is the embodiment of the fears of mortals, in particular he is the terror of what lurks in the dark, a predator ready to attack unsuspecting prey in order to steal their souls and make them join his hunt. He has no special magical abilities and employs brute force and numbers to get what he wants. Leader of one of the Demonic Hunts, which target humans who are lost alone in the wilderness (not to be confused with the more famous Wild Hunt). Zelomoth's eyes allow him to bare the souls of the creatures around him and glimpse past all kinds of curses and spells. Exponents of his race usually have cold-toned skin.
Demons vs. Devils: These two terms are used interchangeably
Shadows: Magical constructs. They are created using the mind of a victim, from which as many memories as possible are extracted about a particular person known to them so that they can create a copy that is almost identical to the original, to which they can be given any kind of attributes they want. Copies have no will of their own and will only ever carry out the orders of the person who created them. They can live for only a few hours, then fade into nothingness. Creating too many copies from the mind of a single human being risks causing permanent psychic damage
Essence: A force present within every creature. Those capable of using magic can channel Essence, their own or others', for their own spells. Humans, while not capable (with rare exceptions) of using magic, possess a particularly powerful Essence. It can also be diluted and used as a condiment, potion ingredient or exotic ingredient by the creatures of the Unseen Folk
Vampire Bite: The vampire can use its bite in three different ways: to kill, to turn someone else into a vampire, and to inject a relaxing substance into its victims. If a vampire consumes potions or special substances, the properties of the bite change, and it can also be used in other ways (e.g., as an aphrodisiac)
Dragons: If demons and angels are the expression of good and evil in human beings, dragons are the embodiment of all the forces of the natural world. Evil dragons represent every possible kind of disaster (earthquakes, wildfires, storms, tsunamis, etc.) and are as old as the earth itself. Dragons are shape-shifters, able to change their appearance and attributes through the magic that flows inherently within them. Usually a dragon prefers to keep some features of its body as the original (e.g. its reproductive system, which in dragons is not standardized, but each possesses its own specific one) but even these can be changed
Sperm production in magical creatures: Many ancient magical creatures are capable of controlling their own sperm production; some of them can even produce it endlessly. Creatures such as demons and angels are naturally infertile, while others such as dragons are extra fertile
Pheromones: Many magical creatures naturally produce Pheromones, which are often and willingly excreted from the body through sweat. Humans, unlike magical creatures, are unable to resist the Pheromones thus produced, and are in fact particularly susceptible to them
Angels: Those who live in the heavenly realms. No one knows exactly how an angel is born, but they are the representation of the good of humanity . They are divided into different roles, like heavenly warriors, heralds or guardian angels, but all of them share a purity of soul and an absolute hatred of evil, of which demons are the greatest expression
The war between angels and demons: The clash between angels and demons has been going on for eons now, and, to prevent them from ending up completely destroying every known world in their fury, strict rules were established at the beginning of time to manage the conflict. Specifically, the absolute non-interference of either side in the affairs of the other on certain dates or astral conjunctions (e.g., equinoxes, solstices, eclipses, Christmas, All Hallows Eve, etc.). No one is allowed to break these sacred laws, the consequences would be dire for the party involved
Corruption and Redemption: Demons and Angels cannot die because they are devoid of a real soul and mortal form, existing simply as pure expressions of good and evil. There is, however, a way to kill them. Demons can be exterminated through the use of holy weapons or magic, or through Redemption. The demon himself, through sheer effort of will, performs a selfless act of good so powerful that it redeems him of his sins. When this happens the demon's body rejects its nature, becoming a paradox, and it disappears completely. It is still unknown what happens to the demon's redeemed soul. Angels can be killed through the use of demonic and dark weapons and spells, or through Corruption. An Angel can be induced to sin, and if it yields to these false promises it becomes a Fallen Angel, a variety of demon. Corruption can be spontaneous or induced, and in the latter case the spellcaster can decide what variety of demon the angel will become