The Seeker, Chapter 39

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The Seeker, Chapter 39

By William W. Kelso

I dove through the portal with the new demoness right behind me; closely followed by a couple of heat seeking missiles aimed at my scaly butt, that had been fired at us by some understandably pissed off Italian Air Force jets, which was to be expected as I'd just helped to burn down part of the Vatican. Fortunately the portal closed before the other dozen or so could pass through in pursuit of their targets. Boy am I in deep shit; I thought, as I dived to one side to try and avoid them; they couldn't really hurt me, but a missile up the wazoo was NOT fun under any circumstances as I could still feel pain. My Mistress is going to be so pissed, and I didn't even want to think about how Great Lord Ba'al was going to react. The missiles; their tracking systems confused by the hot environment in which they had suddenly found themselves, detonated harmlessly in the desert far below; the only ones being disturbed by the explosions were a couple of sandworms, but no one gave a hoot about that, except the worms.

Hell! I was home! With a roar of exultation I did a spin and loop-de-loop, relishing the feel of the hot winds on my scales. Home sweet home, such as it was. But it was the only real home I'd ever had, so at least one little demon was happy to be there. If the others thought I was crazy, nuts to them. Hearing a loud roar I remembered my new 'mate', and turning my head found her pacing me just off my left wing. Oh boy; I thought, the Mistress is NOT going to believe this one! It wasn't every day a demon got to turn a former archangel into a female dragoness, and make the new demoness his mate! That bit had been fun though; it was the first part that had sucked. I was still sore!

"What do we do now?" The former angel roared at me.

That, I thought, is a good question! Usually the return portal opened up near My Mistress's domain, or near where I was going to be delivering a soul I had been sent to 'collect', but I didn't recognize my immediate surroundings. The deserts of Hell look pretty much the same, hot, bleak, and; well, hellish. I looked back at the dragoness flanking me, and roared,

"We'll find something we can get some directions from! I don't recognize this part of Hell's deserts! It's huge, and I've never had time to explore all of it!" Not like I really wanted to anyway, you've seen one desert you've seen them all. Sand, rock, heat, and local hungry wildlife. Boring. In Hell the ants that come to picnic are bigger then you are. Using my binocular 'zoom' vision I soon spied a large behemoth slogging her way across the burning sands followed by a small entourage of lesser demonkind and Imps. "There!" I roared, "We'll ask her!"

As we set down near the bedraggled looking little band, I said to Michael (had to get a new name for her), "Stay here, let me do the talking."

"Oh, by all means." She replied, "Just ignore me."

I approached the behemoth; who had come to a stop, and politely asked, "Mistress, where are we?? We've just returned from the mortal realm, and I don't recognize this area."

The behemoth snorted; squinting her eyes as she looked at me, then with another; louder, snort, she said, "Oh, I recognize you. You're Vulva's odd little pet. You're south of the Main Vent. That damn black fog has driven me out of my domain, and we're trying to make it to the Main Vent to make a stand. Everything else is being; or has been, overrun."

I hissed in dismay, this was bad! "What about Mistress Vulva's domain, the new big one??" I asked fearfully.

"Sorry, don't know." The Behemoth said, "But last I heard the forces of Duke Mars were holding the high pass, so it may still be clear. So long as the pass is held the fog can't reach the lower desert as the mountains are too high."

"Thank you, Mistress!" I said, "May Dis be with you!"

"And you." The huge creature said, and then her little band resumed their march.

"What a hideous beast." Michael hissed as I walked over to her.

With angry hiss I slapped my tail across her face, and said, snarling, "By Hell's standards she is quite the looker!! You need to learn your place! Things are different here! And not many demonkind are as...understanding as I am! You would do well to remember that!" I emphasized my points by snarling again, flaming drool dripping from my fangs. I can be pretty intimidating when I want to.

With a whimper the dragoness crouched submissively, and replied, "I'm sorry Master, it's just it's so...so...new to me!"

"Look", I said, rubbing my snout against hers, "I know; believe me I know. It was hard for me at first, it is for any changeling. But watch, listen, and learn. That's the best advice I can offer. You will be under my protection, and the protection of My Mistress, which will help. But I will not lie; you will need to defend yourself from those who will still hold a grudge against you even though you are now one of the fallen as well. And don't call me Master, I'm a slave too, just like you. We have no names; or titles, unless our Mistress chooses to give us one." Then I gave her a slow gentle lick, and added, "I will do all I can to help."

"Thank you," she hissed, returning my lick. "You are...kind, especially after what I did. I brought this on myself through my own vanity and stupidity. I doubt I would be as...kind, if our situations were reversed."

"Hey," I said, "No one's perfect, I know I most certainly am not! And I mean everyone, demonkind or angelic. Seems like we're not all that different after all, at least on a personal level."

She gave a hiss of amusement, and said, "Truer words have never been spoken. You...surprise me. I wish I had not been so blinded by hatred before, you have integrity and decentness that I find surprising in anything like...us. I just hope my foolish actions haven't made things even worse."

I ran my snout down her neck and took in her scent, and; oh, how I wanted her! And from her scent she was more than willing, and I knew she could scent my own growing arousal. But now was not the time; and as she returned my caresses, I reluctantly said,

"Now is not the time; we need to find someone in control, find out what exactly has happened while I was gone. Sometimes the way time passes in the mortal world and Hell can be...strange. Sometimes it's the same, but sometimes it seems slower or faster between the realms. It may have only been minutes since I left; or a much longer period, but I think it was longer this time. We'll head for the High Pass first, if Mars is still holding it he can tell us what the situation is. Pray to Big L My Mistress's new domain is still free, and we can get the last key there in time. If its fallen then we're; well, screwed over big time."

"I pray to G...!" Michael started to say, and then she screeched in pain and held her head.

"We can't say that name," I hissed softly as I rubbed my snout against hers, "It hurts to even think it. It's part of our...damnation; that we can't even call on Him for help. A demonkind's prayers are not heard in Heaven."

Michael gave a sobbing hiss, and holding her head in her front paws she moaned, "That is the worst thing of all, I think. To be...cut-off like this."

I rubbed my snout down her neck, and said, "You get used to it, but sometimes some of the angels or saints do hear us. But now we must fly, time is not on our side."

As I took flight she followed, and we disappeared into the heat mirages with powerful flaps of our wings. We were in our element, our flight graceful and beautiful for such large creatures. Reaching an altitude where we could pick up a good tail wind I headed for the High Pass, Michael close behind. The High Desert and Low Desert of Hell's 2nd Level are divided by a truly monumental mountain range that make the Himalaya's look like a Shopping Malls climbing wall, and are virtually impassable by even demonkind. Even those with wings seek the few passes as flying over can take many times as long, and the storms that rage around the peaks are...to be avoided. Even the fog of chaos would have to use the passes as so far; the last I heard, it had mostly broken out in the High Desert, and even it tends to flow downwards.

So far I hadn't seen any sign of the black chaos fog; and thankfully it seemed the lower desert was still free of it. But as we neared the top of the pass that changed, and I gave a hiss of horror as I saw a wall of fog rolling slowly down the pass, small figures fleeing before it, or turning to hurl spells at it before resuming their flight. Those that were too slow were just snapped up, their wails of fear coming faintly to my ears. Swooping low I roared a question at a Great Lady as she paused to hurl a fireball at the approaching darkness that would had destroyed a mountain, but the fog just recoiled momentarily before resuming its relentless advance.

"Great Lady!" I roared, "What's happening?!"

She looked up at me with her four glowing eyes; opened a fang filled maw, and bellowed, "The pass has fallen, the High Desert is lost! Anyone and anything that can need to make for the Vents to make a last stand! I don't know how many domains still remain free, but they are falling quickly!"

"Can I do anything, do you need any help?" I roared.

"The Legions are still holding the Mount of Skulls," she roared back, "Maybe you can fly a few to safety! But the pass is lost, all the other lines have broken, we just couldn't stop it! The Host is retreating!"

With a final roar I headed for the narrowest part of the pass where a low mound rose in the center. No one remembered why it was called the Mount of Skulls. As we flew up the pass I cringed at the sight of the sea of impenetrable blackness below. It was like pure pitch black ink, lapping and flowing around and over the rough broken terrain, and here and there long tentacles like projections reached into the sky trying to snare any fliers that came too close. But then ahead I saw a raised area free of the blackness, the Mount of Skulls.

As we circled I watched as several thousand Legionnaires and the remnants of other bands of demonkind fought a hopeless battle. More powerful demonkind stood in the center hurling spells and other forces at the blackness, while a shield wall of the lesser demonkind held their ground using power lances and power swords. As I watched a tentacle of darkness licked over the wall; and then retreated as it was driven back, but it took a few screaming demonkind with it. Then I spied what I was looking for, a golden standard in the middle of the square, an Imperial Eagle superimposed on a pentagram. The standard of the Praetorian Guard of Hell, Caligula's own personal bodyguard.

"Wait for me, do NOT land!" I roared at Michael, who nodded.

Stooping into a dive I flew across the front of one side of the square, my fire flux drenching the chaos in pure Hell, and as the flames washed over it the darkness recoiled and a cheer went up from the legionnaires. Then with a snap of my wings I flared and set down next to the small band of officers surrounding the Golden Eagle and other standards and flags, and as a rather small demon approached me I slapped a fist against my breast, and roared,

"Hail Caesar!"

I looked at him as he returned my salute, and he said, "Greetings, Tribune! Tell me, are more Dragons coming in support?" The small boyish figure had lost his fancy helmet and cloak, his gilded armor and white leather tarnished and dirty. He looked exhausted, a glowing power sword gripped in one clawed hand.

With a sad hiss, I replied, "I am sorry Caesar; all the Dragons have been withdrawn to make a stand at the Main Vent, to protect their eggs and hatchlings. There will be no reinforcements. I came because I thought I could be of some help. Let me; and the dragoness, carry you and some of the others to safety. You cannot hold here much longer."

I heard another cheer, and looking up saw Michael come diving past, her own fire flux engulfing an arm of the black fog that had been reaching towards the demonkind; and I gave a roar of approval. Good for her!

I watched as emotions played across Emperor Caligula's face. I could easily carry him to safety, and I could see he was tempted. But then he turned and looked at the remaining Praetorians and mixture of Legionnaires and other demonkind fighting for their very existence, and I saw his shoulders straighten as he stood a little straighter; seeming to swell in stature right before my eyes, and he turned to me and said,

"I thank for your offer, tribune. But I remain here, with my legionnaires. We may yet win this fight, they are the best Hell has to offer." Then he turned and grabbed a nearby buccinator; a lizard demoness, and said, "Take her, she has served me well."

The bugler gave an angry hiss, and pulling her arm free from his grasp, she said, "If my Emperor stays, then I stay!"

Several officers and others standing nearby saw; and heard, all of this, and as one they began to chant "Hail Caesar! Hail CAESAR! HAIL CAESAR!" The others picked up the chant, and soon the top of the mound was echoing to roars of "HAIL CAESAR! HAIL CAESAR! CAESAR!! CAESAR!! CEASAR!!!"

Have you ever been so proud you wanted to cry?? I could see the shock on Caligula's face. Oh, he'd been called Caesar his whole life, and cheered wherever he went, both when alive and as a powerful demon lord. But this was probably the first time he'd ever been spontaneously cheered by his troops. He whispered, wonder in his voice,

"Is that really for me?"

"Yes," I said, "because you've earned it. They know you could leave, but you chose to stay and share their fate. That's what a great leader does."

"I wasn't much of an Emperor when I was alive, you know." he said, "That's why I'm here."

"Augustus and Germanicus would both be proud of you." I said, "All of Rome would be proud."

"Really?" He said; straightening up a little more, his familiar arrogant smile coming back. "That would be nice. But you can do one final favor for me, one last order, tribune."

"I am at your command always, Caesar." I replied.

"Then do this," Caligula said, "Tell Duke Mars that we are still holding the Mount of Skulls by his command, and will do so until relieved. And if any of my troops wish to accept your offer of transport, they have my permission." None did.

As we flew away Michael asked, "Who was that?"

"That," I said, "Was the greatest Roman Emperor who ever existed."

She turned her head to look back at the small band on the Mount, and hissed, "I think you're right."

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Vulva watched as their 'task force' made the final preparations for their journey into the depths of the domain to try and unlock the great door. The only problem was, they only had two of the three keys needed. It was a small force; by Hell's standards, but was formidable. The Seekers and Slayers who made up its backbone were the best, and worst, that Hell had to offer. A good assortment of demi-demonkind, a few Lords and Ladies, and smaller drakes added more punch. It would have been nice to have some even more powerful demonkind as well, but Great Lord Ba'al was the highest ranking demon present. All of the others were busy elsewhere, doing their best to hold chaos at bay. But the most important member of their small force had yet to arrive. Pet; she thought, where are you my little jelly bean?? He should be back in Hell by now; she'd seen his little 'escapade' at the Vatican. She'd tried to reach him through their mind link, but something seemed to be blocking it. She knew he was still alive, but that was all. He was SO in trouble, big time, the little mutant! But where WAS he!?

An Imp manning one of the bunkers guarding the approach to Mistress Vulva's domain straightened up and flicked his ears as he heard a slowly approaching; steadily increasing in volume, clanking/grinding noise. Nervously he gripped the grip of his crew-served power lance, his finger on the firing sigil. He didn't know if the 'black fog' made a noise like that, but doubted it. Still, best to be ready. He yelled at another Imp, "Tell Mistress Lisa someone, or something, is coming!!" There had been stragglers for quite awhile, but they had slowly died down to a trickle. But this was something different.

Carl was tired, more tired than he could remember being since maybe the Battle for Berlin. He'd been tired then too, and eventually dead. But that was the closest memory he had to compare to how he felt now. He and his troops had done their best, but that damn black fog was indestructible. He had started out with a reinforced panzer battalion, most probably the best crack troops in Hell's huge Host with the exception of the IFL (Infernal Foreign Legion). He was down to one tank and two PC's, all damaged to various degrees. The power supply of the tanks main gun was exhausted, and there was no one available powerful enough to recharge it, and both the halftracks were almost out of fuel. They; and his command tank, were covered with wounded and exhausted demonkind and Imps, beaten and retreating from an enemy they couldn't stop. Yes, just like Berlin, he thought. No matter how many Russians they'd killed; no matter how many hundreds of Soviet tanks burned on the approaches to Berlin, they had kept coming in an unstoppable tide. Whatever you had to say about Ivan's faults, cowardice had never been one of them. He was so damned tired.

Lisa listened as an excited Imp told her someone; or something, was approaching the Domain. She had been left in charge of the main portal by Mistress Vulva, so she gathered what additional forces she had available. The plan was to defend the narrow canyon leading to the portal for as long as possible, then to seal the great doors made from pure Hell Iron, in the hopes they would stop the chaos fog long enough to allow Great Lord Ba'al and his force to accomplish their mission. She looked at her mixed force of Imps and lesser demonkind, and tried to give them a smile to encourage them; which might not have been the best idea as most smiles in Hell include lots of sharp fangs. They were the bottom of the barrel; those that hadn't marched with the Main Host, mixed with a few lucky stragglers who'd managed to keep from being absorbed into the nothingness of chaos. Opening one of the smaller sally portals they poured out to reinforce those already manning the defenses. For once she was glad their head security demon; Carl, had been so overenthusiastic about his duties. The tangles of hellwire, bunkers, and mine fields were impressive. How much good they'd be against an enemy which basically had no solid form remanded to be seen.

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"Where do we go now!?" Michael roared as we winged our way across Hell's desert.

"To My Mistress's domain, to deliver the key!" I roared back. "But first I need to make a quick detour."

As we flew I looked around, and was surprised the skies of Hell were so empty. For all its size and desolation the Second Level of Hell; the 'Administration Level', was usually pretty busy, the skies full of various winged demonkind and messenger bats on errands as they performed their never ending duties. But the demoness and I seemed to have it all to ourselves. Once we saw a huge winged form in the distance surrounded by a swarm of lesser demonkind, and I shuddered from the aura of pure evil and power it gave off even at this distance. It could only be one of the Great Prince's; perhaps Dis himself, second in power only to Big L, and if he had been awakened things were really getting bad. But so far chaos seemed to have reached this area only in scattered areas as it made its way through the passes and other ways through the mountains. But it was in every Level of Hell, so it was only a matter of time. I knew that most of the demonkind were retreating to their domains and other strongpoint's to make their stands, to hold out as long as they could. But the end was certain, unless Great Lord Ba'al was successful. Even Heaven and Earth were under attack. Thinking about that, I roared at Michael,

"Follow me! See that outcrop? We're landing there; I need you to do something for me!"

After we landed; perching on the sharp pinnacle of stone like two huge scaly bats, I handed Michael the pouch with the key, and said,

"I need you to take this to Mistress Vulva's domain, and give it to her or to Great Lord Ba'al! NO one else, no matter who they claim to be! There are demonkind who serve chaos, and they may try to take it from you."

With a surprised hiss Michel took the pouch, and said, "But why? Shouldn't you deliver it yourself?"

"Yes, I should." I replied, "But I need to...pay a quick visit to someone first. It will only take me an hour or two at the most as it's near the domain."

"How will I find the domain?" Michael asked, "And why...trust me? Especially after what I did?"

"Just follow that road," I said, pointing at the barely visible strip of stone flagstones winding through the desert, completely covered in sand in places now that the clean-up crews were gone. "It leads right to the domain, you can't miss it, just look for bunkers and hellwire. Just tell anything on guard you have a personal message for Mistress Vulva from Pet. If they give you a hard time tear them up a little. You can handle anything short of a demi-demonkind."

Michael looked at the pouch she gripped in one clawed hand, and asked, "But how can you trust me with this?"

Grabbing one of her horns I pulled her head close to mine, and hissed softly, "Because I know I can. You're one of us now, and the fate of everything depends on what we do, not just Hell, but Heaven and Earth as well. And even the damned value their existence, and will fight to the end to preserve it. And you're one of my mates; I love you in a way only one drake can love another, I've looked into your mind and soul and seen both the goodness and darkness there. I trust you because I know you, and you know me." Then I kissed her in the way of drakes, our fanged maws gaping as we locked together, fangs clashing together as our tongues entwined in a wonderfully erotic way. When we finally broke apart, she said, a little breathlessly,

"And I know you now, and know what I need to do. I will guard it with my life and make sure it reaches its destination. You've given me a chance to prove myself to my new masters, and for that I can never thank you enough. Perhaps my new life will not be so bad after all."

As she took flight I roared a farewell, and a promise. Then with a leap I fell off of my perch, and just before I hit the ground far below I opened my wings with a resounding clap, and beat my way towards a small volcano I could see in the near distance. I'm coming Lydia; I thought, I'm coming my love!

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Lisa gave a squeal of surprised delight as a battered King Tiger tank lurched up the road to the domain, a familiar figure sitting in the turret hatch with an arm wrapped around a wounded Imp.

"Carl!" She squealed as she took flight, landing to perch on the tanks barrel. "We'd almost given up hope!"

"Hallo Lisa." Carl said, "You're a sight for sore eyes, I keep forgetting how beautiful you are." A few other demons echoed the sentiment. No matter how bad things got most demonkind still had one thing on their minds more than any other.

Lisa; nude except for her battle harness, would have blushed if she could, but her fur prevented that. But the little bat-demoness did know she was considered 'hot' by Hell's standards. "Carl, you keep talking like that and I'm going to jump you right here, and now!" She squeaked in delight.

After the resulting roars, hisses, and other catcalls had quieted down, Carl said, "Promise? Well, I will take you up on the offer, but later. Now I have my troops to tend too."

"Good," Lisa squeaked, "I'll make sure you keep your word!" She licked her fangs as she looked at the tired; but still proud, lizard demon in his sharp black tankers jacket and beret cut to let his horns and spines poke through. Under other circumstance she would have jumped him right now. Since she'd become a demoness she'd lost all her inhibitions about sex; if she wanted a male she just told him, and her 'offers' were very rarely turned down. And she very rarely turned down the frequent offers from admiring males, it wouldn't be polite. Like all her kind she was sexually insatiable.

As the tank and two other vehicles ground to a halt in a cloud of dust and sand they were thronged by Imps and demonkind who helped the wounded and exhausted soldiers as best they could. As Carl handed the wounded Imp he'd been supporting down into eager hands, he said, "Be careful with this one, he threw a gravity mortar by hand; the big dummy, when we were being overrun. Probably saved all of us." The waiting demonkind and Imps gently carried the badly wounded Goat Imp into the domain, even beings such as they could show compassion. Bravery was one thing they all recognized, and in times like these the distinctions between demonkind and slaves had grown thin. Beasts and Imps fought alongside of their Masters and Mistress's with a familiarity that would have been impossible in 'normal' times.

"Where is Mistress Vulva?" Carl asked Lisa, "I must make my report."

"She's in the arsenal with Great Lord Ba'al," Lisa replied, "She'll be glad to see you."

"And I her." Carl said. "Tell me, has a certain little lizard shown up yet?"

"Pet?" Lisa said, "No he hasn't, the Mistress is horribly worried. Did you know he burned down part of the Vatican?"

"Ach so!" Carl chuckled, "That certainly sounds like him. Good for him, teach them not to mess with us! For such a gentle fellow he tends to leave a swatch of destruction everywhere he goes. I could have used him in Russia."

"He never would have gone." Lisa said, smiling.

"Yah, I know." Carl said, "Still, it would have been interesting, the Russkies wouldn't have stood a chance. But now I must go to make my report, one must not keep the Mistress waiting." Then he stopped, and to Lisa's surprise the normally taciturn lizard demon gave her a hug, and rubbed his snout against her muzzle, and said, "I really am glad to see you again, and you take care my pretty little bat. At the first sign of that verdammt black fog you get everyone and everything inside and close the main portal and seal it with every spell we have. Do you understand?"

Lisa gave Carl's hard scaly snout a lick with her long tongue, and replied, "Yes, I'll do as you say. And you take care of yourself, I would be...upset if anything happened to you."

"As would I." Carl replied, back to his usual no-nonsense self. "We will discuss your earlier offer later; in private, once this mess is over." And he gave a crisp bow, and marched off to find Mistress Vulva.

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I gave a roar to let Lydia know I was coming, and it was answered almost instantly as she appeared at the mouth of our lair. I landed, and let the momentum of my touchdown carry me into her embrace, and we held one another close, our necks twining as we roared and screeched in joy.

"Pet, oh my love!" Lydia squealed as she hugged his hot body next to hers, relishing the heat and his scent. "I've been so worried!"

I ran my snout up and down her sleek neck, nibbling and licking her, and said, "I wanted to come sooner, but I couldn't. Our eggs...?"

"I know, I know." She said, "I've been hearing from others how bad it's getting. The call came for all drakes to report back to the Main Vent, or one of the others, but of course I couldn't leave our eggs. And they're fine; but the little ones want out, they're impatient to see their sire."

"Hmph," I hissed, "probably scare the poor things to death if they saw me first, what a letdown."

Lydia squealed in amusement, and then ran her tongue across Pet's snout as she stared into his eyes. "Don't say that, you're the most handsome, wonderful, drake in all of Hell."

"And you are the most beautiful." I said, and then opened my mouth to kiss her as we ground our fang filled maws together, tongues entwined.

We had been separated for far too long, and even though I knew we really shouldn't; her scent and the touch of her hot body against mine, her slick hard scales rasping softly against my own, drove me to a level of arousal even I seldom reach. With a snarl I began to nip and bite gently at her snout and neck, and she returned the 'foreplay' just as enthusiastically. She was my life mate; first among all my other mates, and we could not deny our lust and love for one another.

I moved my snout down her neck, then down her side as I moved down her long sleek body towards her tail, her glowing eyes watching intently as I caressed and licked her wonderful body, hissing in pleasure. Though we had mated untold times her beauty never ceased to leave me breathless in awe and desire, and I took my time despite my intense need, my cock fully extended and rampant, the nether tongue licking eagerly. But I wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, and knew she enjoyed the light and gentle sensation my claws and tongue gave as they moved over her body. As I reached the base of her tail I nipped and rubbed my snout against her, hissing loudly; and with a guttural squeal she crouched and lifted her tail. I licked her swollen wet vent; her whole body shuddering, as I tasted her readiness and her pheromones told me she was more then ready, and I could hold back no longer. No male could have refused the need of a demoness in heat.

Hooking her tail and a leg out of the way I mounted her with a roar of ecstasy, then began to fuck her fast and hard; and when she shrieked and tried to bite me I grabbed her neck behind her head shield and bit down, snarling loudly. Normally I would not have been so...brutal, but we had been apart for too long and the demonic animal that I was took over. But it was what she wanted, needed, to be dominated and taken, to feel her mate's raw desire and lust for her, his raging love blazing in his eyes as he mated her. Her shrieks and roars of ecstasy echoed over the blasted landscape; any demoness hearing her cries of pleasure smiling in sympathy; and maybe a little jealousy, knowing that their sister was being well and truly fucked. But I wasn't silent either, my hisses of pleasure loud as I closed my eyes tightly, the feel of my mates slick powerful vaginal muscles clenching and caressing my aching cock was unbelievable, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful. Of all the females I'd made love to, with her it was always different, and never really the same as each time was new and wonderful. Our bodies burst into incandescent flames as we coupled, the very rock melting and turning to glass.

Lydia shrieked her ecstasy and love as her mate serviced her, his hard belly plates slamming into hers and rocking her back and forth from the power of his thrusts. It was wonderful beyond words, his love for her burning as brightly as ever. Ever since she'd become a demoness it never ceased to amaze her how such maligned and 'evil' creatures could love one another so much. Surely demonkind should be incapable of such an emotion as love?? Some might say it was merely the desire of a beast for its mate, but she knew better. All demonkind did. She could feel his nether tongue sliding around inside her quivering sex as he mated with her, and when the tip emerged and coiled around her large clitoris and began squeezing she went beserk from pleasure, and tried to throw him off of her as the pleasure became unbearable, but his weight and his fangs in her neck held pinned and helpless. Oh Dis, how I love him!!! She gave a roar of exultation as he begin to speed up his thrusts, her own orgasm rapidly approaching.

As I reached my release I let her neck go, and throwing my head back roared in ecstasy as my orgasm exploded in my throbbing and pulsing cock, waves of pleasure filling my body as I roared and roared, my cries letting any creature in hearing range know that this female was mine! Then as my orgasm begin to finally fade I lowered my head and locked jaws with hers, staring into her glowing eyes, eyes roaring with the flames of Hell. My mate, my love.

Lydia's whole body shuddered as she climaxed, bucking and heaving as her orgasm exploded in her sex, her mate's cries of release as loud as her own. He kept lunging into her, his molten seed filling her to overflowing until it dripped from their joining, and as they 'kissed' she could see his love for her in his inhuman demonic eyes, flames dancing in their depths. Then as the agonizing ecstasy faded he released her jaws, and still inside of her he gently licked her snout and the wounds his fangs had left on her neck. Hissing softly and contentedly she licked and nuzzled him back, as happy as she could ever remember being.

As my feral lust and rut faded I realized that I'd bitten her too hard, my fangs penetrating even her almost invulnerable armor in my passionate frenzy. With a soft moan I licked her neck, and said,

"Oh, my love! I'm sorry, I did not mean to cause you injury!"

Lydia gave his snout a nip; his look of remorse touching her, and replied, "Do not worry, my mate. I needed to be taken like the beast I am, to be reminded of what I am. It has seldom been so...good. You were magnificent! A true demon in every sense of the word! I've never felt so...so loved and wanted before! Not since our mating flight have you been so...demonic."

I licked her wounds; which were already healing nicely, hissing softly in pleasure as she licked me back. It had been spectacular, and I attributed it to the fact that we had been separated for so long; and also that we both knew down deep it might be our...last mating. If the chaos won...but I refused to even consider that. With a final grunt of pleasure I dismounted from her, my still hard cock sliding free in a spray of sexual juices. Then while she moaned in pleasure I cleaned her, and she cleaned me, our tongues licking over our belly bands and vents. The post mating grooming was part of what we were, and we enjoyed it immensely.

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Michael found the domain easy enough, it was hard to miss. He was impressed by the 'security' standards, almost the whole of the narrow entrance way was festooned in depth with what looked like barbed wire, and there were bunkers and trenches placed at regular intervals with interlocking fields of fire. Someone; she thought, is on their toes. And those defenses were manned, and two drakes; smaller then she was, flanked the huge doors. She roared to make them aware of her arrival, and though the snouts of some nasty looking power lances tracked her, they let her land. As she set down and folded her wings, one of the other drakes asked,

"Who are you? Why aren't you at the Main Vent? Don't you know all drakes have been ordered to fall back on that position to defend our clutches and young?"

"I have a message for Mistress Vulva from Pet," Michael replied, "And I also have something for her as well, I need to see her immediately."

With a high pitched squeak a small bat demoness approached Michael, and said, "I'm Lisa, Mistress Vulva's, er, secretary and assistant. What's the message, I can take it to her. We're not supposed to open the portal, and you can't fit through the sally port. Tell me, is Pet OK? Where is he?"

"Sorry," Michael said, "I can only deliver this message in person; I have to see Mistress Vulva. And Pet is fine; he said he had to pay someone a visit before he joins us here."

The bat demoness gave a relieved sounding sigh, and said, "He must be with Lydia. The Mistress will not be pleased, but I can't blame him. Wait here, I'll see if Mistress Vulva can come."

"Lydia?" Michael asked.

"His life mate, they have a lair near here, and she's guarding their eggs." Lisa said, and then ducked through the smaller door, and it slammed after her.

Life mate? Michael thought; eggs? Funny, she'd never thought about demonkind having families before. She was also surprised to feel some...jealousy. She had been a male angel until very recently, and after losing the battle with Pet; and being cast out of Heaven and damned for his crimes, this was her new form for eternity. But it was still so very strange; and not just the sex change, and she had so much to learn and get used to. But still, the thought of having children with Pet was...interesting. The change had been traumatic, but when he'd mated with her she'd never felt such pleasure before, and she was looking forward to more of that intense; almost painful, ecstasy. And she also knew that she was his mate now as well, that once she'd submitted to his dominance it was for good. She felt a tingle in her strange new sex at the thought of how he'd 'taken' her. No, this would take some getting used to, but it should be fun learning her new...capabilities.

As Michael was thinking about his; or rather her, new life the two drakes guarding the portal had been looking at her. One finally approached, and hissed,

"Who are you? I don't know you, neither of us do! Who do you serve?"

Caught a little off guard, Michael replied, "I guess I serve Pet, or Mistress Vulva through him. As for my name...I...I really don't have one." She knew one thing; Michael was NOT a suitable name for a dragon demoness! Even that had to be left behind, she had forfeited that right as well. Her new name would be chosen for her, she was not even allowed to make that choice.

"Hmph," the dragon snorted, "Pet is just a slave, he can't have his own slave unless Mistress Vulva gives him permission, and she hasn't. He's an idiot anyway, he can't seem to do anything right!"

With an angry hiss Michael said, "Tell me, have you ever fought him before? Have you ever even talked with him before? He may be strange, but he is no idiot!"

The other drake, a dragoness, said, "I've mated with him before, and by Dis he's a good lover. Makes you feel special."

"Hmphsss!" the first drake; a male, said.

"Jealous?" Michael hissed, the other demoness hissing in amusement. As they'd been talking Michael hadn't even really been aware that she'd been 'checking out' the male drake. Not bad; she thought, maybe...later? She felt her sex tingle again. Oh yes, definitely! The male, aware of her 'interest', gave her the 'once over', liking what he saw. She was a handsome beast.

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Vulva looked up as she heard voices calling for her, and watched as Lisa made her way through the milling crowd of busy demonkind.

"Mistress, Mistress!" Lisa called, "A message from Pet!"

"Make way, let her through!" Vulva roared, and demonkind and Imps moved out of the way like magic. As Lisa reached her, Vulva asked,

"What's the message!?! Where IS he?"

"I don't know what the message is, Mistress." Lisa said; then seeing the sudden growing anger on her Mistress's face, she quickly added, "A drake brought the message, she says she has to deliver it directly to you!"

Vulva felt her growing rage die back down, and smiled at Lisa to reassure her. "Did the drake say were Pet is? And who is she? Is it Vulkna?"

"I think he went to check on Lydia," Lisa said, "And...you know, I have no idea who the drake is, I've never seen her before. She's impressive though."

"Grrrrr!" Vulva said, "He would, the big dummy. I am SO going to have a talk with him about this, and a few other things!" But inwardly she was breathing a sigh of relief, and giving her thanks to whatever gods might be listening. "Very well, I'll come. But it had better be important!"

Oh, I'll bet it is, Lisa thought: as she followed Mistress Vulva back towards the domains main portal. Pet wouldn't have sent a message unless it was.

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We stood and looked down at the eggs, and I leaned over and nuzzled each one with the tip of my snout, licking them gently. I could hear scratching inside, and sensed it was almost time. I raised my head and rubbed it against my mates neck and snout, and said,

"I have to go, but you know I don't want to."

Lydia rubbed her snout against Pets, cooing softly, and said, "I know, my love. You must do what you have to do. But fear not, no harm will come to our eggs so long as I live."

"I know," I replied, "But if the darkness comes you take them and fly for the Main Vent as fast as you can. This enemy is like no other, our claws and fangs are virtually useless. But hopefully it will not reach this area for a long time; it is high up and remote. But if it does, flee. Do not fight despite your instincts to protect the lair, promise me this."

"Of course," Lydia replied, "but I will hate to leave our lair. It's our...home. And what if you...you don't come back?"

"Then raise our hatchlings to serve our Mistress as we do." I said, "They can do no better for a Mistress. And...don't let then forget me."

"I hate it that they will be slaves like us." Lydia sighed, "But that is the way of our kind. And you are right, Mistress Vulva is worthy of our loyalty. But if you don't come back, all will probably be lost anyway."

"Well," I said, "believe me when I say I plan on coming back, and if I don't you'll know I went kicking and screaming the whole way." I hissed, trying to reassure her a little by making light of the situation. I looked down at the eggs again, and said. "I have to go now; they'll need me for the assault on the door. They'll need all the help they can get."

Lydia licked his snout, and said, "You just promise me you'll do your best to come back to me and your children. If they're anything like you they'll need a father to keep them in line."

"If they're anything like me," I said as I licked her back, "then Big L help us!"

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Vulva looked up at the large dragoness, and said, "You say you have a message from Pet for me? I am Mistress Vulva."

Michael lowered his head in subservience, and said, "Yes Mistress, he says he will be coming soon, and in the meantime I am to give you this." And she handed the small scorched pouch to Vulva.

Vulva gave a shriek as she opened the pouch and saw what it contained, "THE LAST KEY!! HE DID IT!" A ragged cheer went up from the demonkind and Imps who had gathered to hear what the messenger had to say. "Thank you for bringing this," she told the dragoness, and then added, "Who are you? I don't think we've met before. Are you one of his mates?"

Michael hesitated for a second, and then said, "Yes, I am one of his...mates. He is also my Master, so I guess that makes me your slave as well, Mistress."

"How strange." Vulva said, "You wear no brand. Are you a free demoness, or a feral he subdued, and mated with?" Vulva knew 'feral', or unbranded drakes were rare, but they did exist, refusing to submit to any master or mistress. But they were recluses, living in the most desolate places of Hell, usually alone.

Michael, unable to help herself, gave a hiss of amusement, and said, "Oh yes Mistress, he most definitely 'subdued' me and mated with me. But I would prefer if he told you my story himself. It is a...strange tale."

"Wait a second!" Vulva hissed, "I know you, you're the other drake that was at the Vatican with him! I didn't give him permission to bring along any help! How'd you get there anyway, only Seekers and those summoned can leave Hell!? And though powerful, you're not a Seeker."

"Please, Mistress," Michael begged, crouching in submission, baring her neck, "Let him tell you the story. Just let me say I am your slave now, to do with as you wish."

"Hmm," Vulva said, "Well, you are nice! He has a good eye, and you're big enough for me to ride. I've always wanted my own winged mount. Very well, I will accept his gift and bind you to my service, and he can tell me about it later. He has a LOT of things to explain, so one more won't hurt I guess. Now prepare yourself to receive my brand."

Michael gritted her fangs as the demoness burned a brand into her flank, even her hard scales burning as the magical seal was deeply etched into them. But the pain was fleeting, and nothing compared to what she had endured as she had become what she was now.

Vulva gave the new brand a final lick to ease the pain, and when she was through it looked like it had been there for centuries. "Good." She said, "You endured that well, I am pleased. Now you will stay here and help guard the portal with your fire flux. If the darkness reaches this far you have my permission to flee with these other two drakes and make your way to the Main Vent. You will have done your duty."

"Yes, Mistress." Michael said. She was surprised at her reaction to being branded as a slave. Instead of a feeling of dismay and degradation, she felt instead a feeling of security and belonging. How strange.

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Lord Dracul flapped his way wearily towards Mistress Vulva's domain, his life mate Varna flying alongside. A small flock of natural and bat demonkind accompanied them, a few other winged demonkind mixed in, the larger ones carrying one or more non-winged demonkind or Imps. So many lost; he thought sadly. So many old friends; and enemies, gone; and in Hell the difference was often negligible. They had supported Emperor Caligula and his Legions until they had been forced to flee when Duke Mars ordered a retreat after it became hopeless. His own domain was cut off, so he decided to head for Mistress Vulva's newest one. It was large enough to accommodate thousands, and easily defensible. Hopefully they could hold out, at least for awhile. Feeling the tip of his mates wing brush against his, he looked over at the large female vampire bat, and squeaked,

"Don't worry, we're almost there!"

"I'm not worried, my love." She chittered back, "Just tired."

"We all are," Dracul replied, "but it's not far now!" He loved to look at her well shaped voluptuous body as she flew, her wings stretching her chest muscles so her large firm breasts jutted out so nicely. On the ground their kind were clumsy; they were fliers, not ground crawlers. But in the air, oh, how beautiful she was! And his concern was not only for her, but for their unborn young. But her belly was not showing her pregnancy yet. He had been so...delighted when she'd told him the good news. It was rare a demon of his power sired young on a female, but then again she was his life mate. He still found it hard to believe that after all the time he'd been a demon lord he'd finally found a demoness with which he wanted to spend the rest of eternity.

"We will be safe there," He said, "the domain is formidable."

As they landed the guards all bowed respectfully, even the three drakes flanking the portal doors. Dracul smiled when the small bat demoness came forward to greet him.

"Lord Dracul!" Lisa said, "Welcome to Mistress Vulva's domain. We were not expecting you. Hello Lady Varna!"

"Lisa, it is good to see you too," Dracul replied, "I apologize for my unexpected arrival, but we have been cut off from my domain. I ask for shelter and sanctuary, for myself and my followers."

"Of course," Lisa said, "Mistress will be delighted. You have NO idea how glad we are to see you. She; and Great Lord Ba'al, are in the arsenal. I'll assign an Imp to escort you."

As the weary group entered the domain Lisa rubbed her snout against Varna's, and said, "I heard! You're so lucky!"

"Yes, isn't it wonderful!?" Varna replied, "He was so thrilled! He took off and did loops for half an hour! And don't call me 'Lady', for Dis's sake; I'll always be just Varna to you."

"Nope, sorry, no can do, My Lady." Lisa said, "That's your title now, so I have to use it. Courtesy you know."

"Oh, very well then," Varna said, "But only in public, in private I order you to just call me Varna. OK?"

"Oh, so you're giving me orders now!" Lisa hissed; then with a giggle, she added, "But thank you, it's nice to know being Lord Dracul's mate hasn't gone to your head."

"It still seems like a dream sometimes," Varna sighed, "all of it. It's so strange to think we both used to be human, isn't it? And I was male too! But I can't even remember what that was like anymore. I feel so...so right now, so content. Like I was meant to be this way."

"You know, I find that harder and harder to remember too." Lisa said, "All this seems normal to me now, but then again I've been a demoness longer. I think it's best we forget in the long run though, don't you?"

"Oh, we'll never entirely forget," Varna replied, "but I know what you mean. The main thing is; we're happy, or at least as happy as we can be here. As long as I have him at my side I'll be perfectly content, you have no idea how much I love him. But I'm so worried about all our friends; I can't stop thinking about them."

"Me too," Lisa sighed, "Last I heard the old domain was still safe, as was yours. The chaos hasn't reached them yet, but it's only a matter of time. I hope Randy and Master Vulkrebs can hold out long enough for Great Lord Ba'al to drive the chaos back."

Neither of them wanted to think, IF he can.

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I circled and gave a final roar before turning my head for Mistress Vulva's domain. Leaving Lydia and our eggs was the hardest thing I'd ever done, my every instinct called for me to join her in guarding them. But I knew if I did that it would probably only doom us all to the nothingness and insanity of chaos. That I would not let happen, no matter the cost. So with a mournful wail I flew towards the domain.

I was surprised as a cheer went up when I landed in front of the portal, normally they just ignore me, or throw things at me; at least when the Mistress wasn't around. Lisa came running up and gave one of my legs a big hug as I gently licked her muzzle, and said,

"Pet, thank Dis! You don't know how glad we are to see you!"

"Lisa!" I hissed in delight, "I'm glad you're OK! Is the Mistress, um, you know?"

"Pissed off?" Lisa said, "Oh yes, but I think she'll mainly just be glad to see you. She's been horribly worried. She hasn't been able to contact you via the mind link, and she's been frantic. We've all been so worried about you. She said for you to go directly to the arsenal. They have the key now, and may have already started out for the sealed door, but you can catch up. Great Lord Ba'al says they need all the drakes and Seekers they can get. It's too bad these three are too large."

I gave a little worried hiss, and said, "I know, I can't reach her either! It's that damn chaos; it even affects our physic links. Who else made it here? The chaos has broken out, the Host has been defeated. I think even Prince Dis is fighting now!"

Lisa shuddered, "Yes, we've heard rumors some of the Old Demon Lords and Ladies have awakened. But not even they can stop it! But, hurry, the Mistress needs you right now."

As the portals ground open to admit me; even though I'd taken on a smaller form there was no way I could squeeze through the sally port now, I said to Michael,

"I see you wear our Mistress's brand now. Have you...told her?"

"No", Michael replied, "I thought I'd leave that little...chore up to you."

"Gee, thanks." I hissed morosely.

"My pleasure." She replied, eyes glowing, unable to hide her amusement at my predicament.

She's going to make a great demoness, I thought.

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Vulva paced back and forth; tail whipping, causing other demonkind to have to jump out of the way, or get smacked. And since she was a demi-demoness, it usually meant getting tossed into the air as well due to her extreme strength. Finally Great Lord Ba'al; who had been watching her, said,

"Mistress Vulva, what ails you, my voluptuous one?"

Vulva stopped and gave a loud hiss, then; her shoulders slumping, she replied, "It's that dragon of mine, where IS the little delinquent!? I know he's back in Hell, so where IS he! He's supposed to come straight back here!"

"Ah," Ba'al said, "I should have known. Well, he could be almost anywhere the way things are now. But I do know this; that nothing will keep him from your side short of dissipation. If anything, he is loyal, and he did accomplish his mission; if a bit more ...spectacularly then expected."

And he loves me, Vulva thought, but didn't say it out loud. But she knew Great Lord Ba'al knew that, it was kind of obvious. She sighed, and started pacing again, tail whipping unnoticed.

"Calm down Mistress," Ba'al said, "You're upsetting, and trampling, the help."

Vulva paused; a Goat demon giving her a dirty look as he got back up, and said, "I'm sorry Great Lord, it's just that, damn him, he drives me crazy sometimes!"

Welcome to the club: Ba'al thought, with smiles on all three of his heads. Suddenly his; and Vulva's heads, snapped around as a loud roar came from the entrance to the arsenal.

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I couldn't help it; I could sense My Mistress was nearby; and soon begun running as I made my way through the tunnels of the domain. Lisa had told me she was in the arsenal so I headed there as fast as I could run, which was pretty fast. And if anything got in my way, tough titties. As I neared the arsenal I could scent all the demonkind and Imps who were congregating there, but despite the powerful combination of so many scents could still smell My Mistress, her scent standing out from all the others. As I reached the entrance I gave a shriek of joy, and galloped into the large chamber. And desperately tried to come to a halt when I saw how packed it was, but pads and claws did not work very well on the age polished floor.

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"What the FUCK!?! PET!!" Vulva screeched as a large red form came plowing through the assembled demonkind like a bowling ball through pins, bodies flying everywhere as there was a mass stampede to try and get out of the way of the oncoming juggernaut, which only made it worse.

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"AYYIIIEEEEHIISSSSS!" I shrieked as I tried to get a grip on the floor; on anything, as I spun in circles and careened across the floor of the arsenal. Those that didn't get out of my way in time; which was pretty hard to do in the packed mass of panicking bodies, got run over or knocked flying; except for a few large demonkind I just kind of bounced off of like in a pinball machine. Finally I tripped over somebody's tail, landed on my face, bit my tongue since it had been lolling out of my mouth while I screamed in terror, and kept sliding across the floor. "OWWOOOO, I'M GONNA DIE!!! OH SSSHI...!"

As I finally slid to a stop I jumped up; grabbed my aching tongue, and started screeching and running around in circles, which was my usual 'modus operandi' when I'm scared and/or freaking out. For a horrible and terrifying creature of Hell I can be such a wuss sometimes.

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"This," Vulva hissed softly, "stops right NOW!" And with a roar she started wading through the mass of milling demonkind, heading towards a certain little dragon and the source of all the mayhem.

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All of a sudden someone stuck their leg; I think it was a leg, out in front of me and I tripped again, bit my tongue again, and before I could get up someone else put their hoof on my snout and pressed down, hard. With a muffled hiss of rage I tried to get up; I was going to tear whomever; or whatever, had tripped me, a new bodily orifice. One does NOT trip a Hell Drake! But I couldn't move, that hoof, though fairly small compared to me, was very strong. Then I flared my nostril slits, and caught a wonderful scent. My Mistress!! I stopped struggling, and gave a squeal of happiness.

"Pet," Vulva said in a deceptively soft voice, "If I let you up, will you behave yourself?"

"Uh-huh." I said. And when she took her hoof off my snout I scrambled to my feet, but before I could hug her I reeled back as her tail gave me a powerful smack across my snout, and I fell over with a squeal of pain.

Oy vey; Ba'al thought; as a loud crack echoed throughout the arsenal, Ouch, that's going to leave a mark!

I cringed at My Mistress's feet, cowering as she loomed over me in all her demonic fury. She didn't hit me again, but I hate to have her mad at me, and her words stung me and made me feel ashamed of myself. I felt like I'd let her down, which was more of a torment that anything else Hell had to offer.

"PET!" Vulva screeched, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE VATICAN?! I TOLD YOU TO GET THE KEY, NOT TRASH ST. PETER'S AND BURN IT DOWN!! AND WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU LITTLE MUTANT!?!?!"

"Id's nod muh falt, Mistwuss!" I wailed, "Mahkul sooed up nd shod me inthu bud!"

"PET!" Vulva screamed, "I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU'RE SAYING!"

"Ahm sworry, Mistwuss!" I moaned, "Ah bid muh tong, id hurds!" And I stuck out my tongue so she could see.

When Pet stuck his tongue out at her Vulva almost lost it, but just as she was whipping her tail around to smack him across the room she saw his tongue was ragged and chewed on, almost cut in half at one place, and she stopped her tail in time.

"Oh, Pet!" Vulva said, wincing as she looked at the tongue as it dripped molten blood, her rage fading, "That looks horrible! Come here."

I had been given an order, so I approached her with my head down, eyes almost shut, expecting another blow. I knew I'd been really bad, and so deserved punishment. I in no way held it against her, I knew I deserved it. As I got closer, she said,

"Open your mouth; let me see."

So I did, and suddenly I felt something warm and soft start caressing my tongue and gave a moan of delight. She was licking my tongue, helping heal it! And it felt so good! It didn't take long; I'm pretty tough, and I gave a hiss of disappointment when her tongue finally slid back out of my mouth. You have NO idea how disappointed I was.

"There," Vulva said, "does that feel better?"

I slurped my tongue in and out a couple of times; my drool puffing into little explosive clouds when it hit the floor, and then happily nodded my head. Then I lowered my head and pressed it against her warm furry legs, and she started scratching the base of my horns; my favorite itchy spot. I crooned while one of my hind legs kicked uncontrollably, and said,

"I'm sorry, Mistress." I hissed, "I didn't mean to wreck the joint, but Michael showed up and shot me in the butt. Then I had to fight him, but with St. Francis's help I beat him again. I'm afraid it got kind of, well, out of hand."

"St. Francis helped you?" Great Lord Ba'al asked; amazement in his voices.

With a scared hiss I pulled away from My Mistress; again you had NO idea how hard that was, and prostrated myself before the Great Lord with my wings over my head. Believe me, I do respect the guy. At least I didn't pass out this time.

"Oh, stop!" Great Lord Ba'al said, "Do continue. Did you bite his ass again?"

Given permission, I got back up and pressed my head back against My Mistress's legs, sucking in her wonderful scent. "Um, not exactly," I said. "In fact there was a rather, um, interesting development."

"And...?" Vulva asked as she caressed Pet's hard scaly head, the feeling of his hot slick scales against her body having the usual effect. By Dis, she'd missed her little dragon!

"He got banished from Heaven, and made into a demon, er, sort of." I hissed.

"Oh HO!" Great Lord Ba'al roared, "So Mr. High and Mighty finally messed up and to the old heave-ho! Serves him right!! What did they make him, a Rat demon!? Or a vermin!?"

"Er, no." I replied, "They let me decide, um, decide his new form."

Vulva; still gently scratching Pet's head, suddenly put two and two together. "Pet, you made him into a DRAGON!?"

Oh great, I thought, I blew it again. "Um, er, well, yes Mistress, a Drake, but actually a...Dragoness. He, she's, female now."

Perplexed, Vulva said, "But Pet, why a female? I mean, a Dragon I guess I can understand, but a girl?"

"Oh, OH, OHHH!!!" Ba'al chuckled, "Mistress Vulva, haven't you figured it out yet? Tell me, what does your little familiar do best? The one thing he excels at above all others, and I don't mean destroying everything in sight."

It took Vulva another minute to understand; Pet's tongue was busy between her legs now and she was distracted by that wonderful feeling, but then it hit her. "PET, YOU FUCKED HIM, ER, HER!?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, "I mated with her, and made her one of my mates, and your slave. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Besides, you weren't there and I was lonely. She's a very pretty Dragoness." Then I ran my tongue back between My Mistress's legs, slurping eagerly. Oh, how I'd missed this!

"Pet, you...you!! I...uggghhh, oh, don't stop!" Vulva said, giving a shudder as his tongue slid into her eager sex. Oh, by Dis, she could only think of one thing when he was doing that!! With a hiss of pleasure she ground herself against him, and he gave a loud hiss of lust.

"That," Ba'al said, "was brilliant! Deliciously evil and so degrading! I can think of no better way to humiliate and humble Michael then to turn him into a female slave, and not even a regular demonkind, but a demonic beast! Pet, I'm impressed!"

I gave a happy hiss as I heard the praise from Great Lord Ba'al; next to making My Mistress proud of me he was next in line, but I hadn't really done it to be 'evil'. I'd done it because I was horny. I figured he'd been humiliated enough already, anyway. I mean, I'd beaten the snot out of him; with a little help, and then fucked Hell into him. By mating with him/her; I did NOT rape him/her, it was the best way to let her know exactly what she was now, a sexually insatiable beast. Actually I know we both enjoyed it, 'her' new form was just as susceptible to the usual demonic lust as any other demonkind. So 'she' was now one horny female demoness. But then I turned my attention back to the matter at hand, My Mistress needed my services. I ran my tongue deeper into her, hissing in pleasure as she ground against me. Oh yes, it had been way too long!! How I wanted her, wanted to pleasure My Mistress and lover!

Vulva gave a loud screech of pure pleasure as Pet mounted her, his hot tongue licking her back and neck as he lunged into her. The fact they were in a large room crammed full of fellow demonkind and Imps made no difference to either of them, public copulation was quite common anyway. And they both needed one another, badly. And as he serviced her he lowered his head, and she bit and licked his snout as that wonderful tongue of his slathered her face and breasts, and his nether tongue slid from his cock and did equally wonderful things deep inside her writhing body, giving her pleasure bordering on torment.

"Hisssss!! Ohhh Pet, don't ssstop!!! Ssssss, don't ever sssstopppp, my little jelly bean!" She screeched as she reached her first orgasm, the first of many. And as always he obeyed her.

Oh, just great; I thought, as a wave of laugher and amused snorts, grunts, bleats, hisses, and gurgles swept across the chamber. I wish she wouldn't call me that while we're mating! But then I had to shut my eyes as my pleasure grew; waves of ecstasy washing over me as I serviced My Mistress and made love to her. Her hot slippery sex caressed and stroked my hardness as it pistoned in her; the feeling indescribable, and I could never get tired of it. And no matter how many females I mated with, she always gave me more pleasure than any other. Soon my scales were blazing; flames licking from my eyes, and I had to be careful not to let myself get too hot. When I mate with a fire demoness our passion will cause the very ground under our feet to melt, but that would be too much for a regular demonkind, even a demi-demoness. But was hard, so hard, as my love and passion grew and grew along with our pleasure.

"Good idea." Great Lord Ba'al said; as he grabbed the nearest female, a large Pig demoness. She squealed quite satisfyingly as he mounted her with roars, bleats, and hisses of pleasure.

The rest of the assembled demonkind and Imps took one look, flared their nostrils, and the orgy was on. In record time the arsenal was a heaving mass of thrusting hindquarters and bobbing heads, the scent and sounds of the mass rutting bringing more and more to join in. One did not pass up such a chance, it would be rude. Besides, everyone was tense and worked up, which made the sex even more intense and pleasurable than usual. The orgy quickly spread throughout the domain, the occupants finding it impossible to resist the mass scent of pleasure saturating the tunnels, and it soon reached even those guarding the portal.

Lisa gasped as a well endowed Bat demon mounted her from behind as she crouched on all fours, and opened her mouth to accept another rigid penis as there were more males then females on the guard detail. It wouldn't have been fair to leave the other males wanting. Some females had three partners.

Carl wasn't as into sex as much as your average demon, but he had to admit it was most enjoyable as he mounted a bleating goat Imp, and began thrusting energetically with loud hisses of pleasure.

Michael watched; at first not understanding, as the demons and other creatures began to suddenly kiss and caress one another, then almost as suddenly began to mate, right in public without a care in the world!! But as a rich heady scent reached her nostrils she flicked her tongue out to get a better taste, and then gasped as that new; and still strange, sex between her hind legs began to tingle and grown wet. W-What's happening: she thought?? She watched as the male dragon mounted the female, both of the roaring in pleasure, and felt a surge of lust of her own wash over her. Crouching, she lifted her tail, waving it to advertize her need, but there were no available males her size. She moaned as she watched the other two Dragons mating. Pet, where are you, I need you!! She'd never felt anything like this before, and it was scary and unsettling.

The orgy raged on, the participants changing partners many times, except for a few who coupled with their life mates. Lord Dracul took his mate Varna as she laid on her back on a sturdy table, both giving almost supersonic screeches of pleasure, and she clawed at him in ecstasy as he pinned her and thrust rapidly. Pet and Vulva had eyes only for one another as they made love, slowly and tenderly now that their demonic needs had been temporarily slaked. She lovingly caressed his hard scales as he moved inside her; each knowing this might be the last time, as did all their fellows. So they made it very, very, special.

Michael; hissing and panting in lust, watched as the male dragon dismounted from the other female, his eyes already on her. The other female; temporarily satisfied, did not protest as the male approached the other dragoness. Michael; despite her need, was still a little unsure, and hissed in warning at the male as he approached. He opened his mouth and licked his fangs, hissing back. Good, he liked a feisty female! But her need was just too great, and after a few 'love' bites; and lots of hissing, she submitted to the male, and as he mounted her she gave a loud roar of pure ecstasy. This, Michael thought, might not be so bad after all! And then all rational thought was drowned in a sea of demonic euphoria as her mate serviced her again and again.

The End

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