Lust idly gnawed on the sensitive tip of her tail as she pondered on what could dampen the powers of the rune like that. Drake had fucked for hours with barely a twinge of power in the focus. Heavens, masturbation would have powered it up more, but Donna had been more than a slut in the last few hours while she waited for her meeting…
The pool rippled with feedback as the image disappeared, as had been happening every time lust had ordered the imps to check out the state of Donna’s pussy. They had almost had a picture there, and certainly enough clarity for Lust to focus the rock on Donna’s thong, but any deeper and angelic energy seemed to well up and…
No!…they couldn’t have…wouldn’t have, it was far too great a risk for…centuries of intell in the war for all creation, most likely detailing how Hell had adapted to the entire industrial and technological revolution thing…
Lust suspected that Heaven still went with harps and clouds and the exalted souls wore robes and sandals, but Hell did not know that, just as Heaven could not know that Hell had…Oh my they must have swapped the pussies- the intelligence from the mole could change the war forever, and Angels had been sacrificed before.
With new orders to specifically look for the demonic pussy instead of Donna’s pussy, the Imps were again chattering away in their incomprehensible tongue as Lust paced the stone floor worn smooth by every demon tasked to find that blessed mole.
A few minutes later the imps were chittering in glee as their scrying pool filled up with sinful red, the runes focus flaring in recognition of its brethren. Nothing more could be ascertained by the imps, the angelic energy far too strong for them to scry out a location, but a succubus pussy in need of sex gave out the most wondrous musk, and if the Angel had swapped pussies in Donna’s hotel, then she would have left one hell of a trail.
***
Papilla sat on the bed, legs curled in lotus position as she meditated, trying to perfect her plan to cleans Donna’s pus…vagina while keeping the sensations from her…the cun…vagina. She knew she was succeeding in keeping the demonic urges at bay when the strange scent she had been giving off turned from wondrously primal to horribly cloying. Papilla thought it was getting stronger, and now had a towel wrapped around her head to keep outer sensations from interrupting her meditation. Soon Donna would be back, their puss…vagina’s swapped back once the information was secure, and then she would see about dealing with the demonic taint. Oh, the smell was certainly getting stronger...
Papilla suddenly realised the reason for this as the lock on her chastity belt clicked open, the faint singe of demonic energy in the air, her wondrous clit burning with anticipation…erm, wondrous?
Leaping off the bed, causing the now loose chastity belt to fall to the floor, Papilla turned to the intruder, a sweetly smiling succubus looking back at her with wild eye innocence of all things! Oh my, Papilla had seen succubi before, but they always seemed less sexual before.
“Oops, I may have broken your lock. I’m terribly sorry for that…Here, I know how to make up for it, I just know you’ll like it.”
Papilla, slightly dazed at the sudden transition of the rooms perfume back to a tantalising sweetness in the air was forced back as Lust lunged at her, pushing the angel onto the bed. Well trained at the academy for dealing with other women, Lust never thought she would use her noted skill at quick draw oral sex on an angel, but soon Papilla was squealing and moaning as Lust lapped at Papilla’s smoking hot pussy with her long black tongue.
Thu Apr 08 05:00:52 2004