by Eric Vall
Ira just shrugged and smiled. “A girl knows what she wants.”
“I’ll join that team, as well,” Eclipse offered, “Zilla is going to be skeptical of any newcomers, so the more familiar faces we can add to this team, the better.”
“I will go with Lilith,” Cupiditas suggested, “as will Daniel and Eligor.”
“That would be wise,” Eligor agreed, “you are both Jacob’s top generals, and I am Lilith’s sworn servant. It would look suspicious if we were not present at the battle.”
“We will also need another Demon King or two to join us,” Lilith explained, “Abaddon already knows we are allied with Asmodeus, and he also knows Mephisto is one of your appointments. Would you two be up for a new adventure?”
Always. Mephisto nodded.
“Ohhhh,” Asmodeus grinned, “isn’t the Seventh Circle the place with the harpies? The ones who don’t wear anything? I’m always down to see some dirty demon pillows.”
Todd raised his finger to say something snarky, but I cut him off with a sharp glare.
“Excellent,” Lilith continued, “so that leaves--”
“Me, Jakey, Clockblocker, Lib, Strawberry Shortcake, Pikachu, and Firecracker,” Todd interjected. “Or as I like to call us, ‘Jakey Jake and the Funky Bunch.’”
“As much as I hate that name, yes,” I chuckled.
Even though all of my succubi and allies were powerful in their own way, I’d been given the perfect team for an adventure.
Deja knew the ins and outs of the Eighth Circle and could hopefully get us in without drawing the attention of Beelzebub. Inpulsa and Libidine were both excellent crowd control fighters, while Gula could give our powers a buff, and Sia could heal us if we were injured in battle. As for Todd … he was our morale booster.
“It’s settled, then,” Eligor announced, “we have our three teams.”
“Hold up,” Todd raised his hand, “I’m not even gonna lie … I was lost, like three pages ago. Why do we need to have three teams again?”
“One’s the decoy team,” I explained to the imp, “the one that will go through the Seventh Circle to make Abbadon think we’re invading that way and keep him from getting suspicious. Plus, I don’t want him to know about the Shadow World. There may come a day where we have to use it against him.”
“Right,” Todd nodded, “Team one’s there to confuse Abba-Dabba-Doo.”
“The second team will remain in Umbra, with our army,” I continued, “meanwhile, the last team will sneak into the Eighth Circle via the Shadow Realm with a little help from Deja.”
“Then how’s the rest of the army getting there?” The imp stroked his goatee in deep thought. “If we can’t sneak ‘em in with us, then what’s the point of taking them in the first place?”
“Because,” I facepalmed, “once I’m safely in the Eighth Circle, I can teleport the rest of my army there instantly with my black Hellfire. That way we don’t have to reveal ourselves to Beelzebub until we’re right on his doorstep.”
“Ohhhhh,” Todd slapped his forehead, “the ‘ol ‘Surprise, motherfucka’ method. Why didn’t you just say so, bro?”
“When shall we rendezvous?” Lilith asked. “I know all of us have traveled far and will need to rest up before we make our next long journey. I know I, for one, am exhausted, and the blacksmith still needs some time to put her finishing touches on her armory.”
“I suggest we set out at sunset,” Ziminiar noted, “traditionally in Hell, it has been good luck to fight after dark. The Prince of Darkness smiles upon your endeavors if you do so.”
“I don’t think Lucifer is going to be smiling on us,” I joked, “but I could live with that time. It gives us what, seven hours? That should be plenty of time to round up all our troops, get them outfitted, and then recharge our batteries.”
At sunset, then. Mephisto nodded. If you don’t mind, King Ralston, I would like to remain here while I meditate.
“You’re gonna do that right here?” Todd gagged. “We just installed these floors, bro. We don’t need you getting your pumpkin seed all over ‘em.”
“Meditate,” Libidine hissed into Todd’s ear.
“Ohhhhh,” the imp giggled, “my bad. Totally thought you were talkin’ about something else. And by ‘something else,’ I mean ‘harvesting the old pumpkin stem.’”
“On that note, I think I’m going to retire to my quarters.” Lilith rolled her eyes, stood up, and then walked over to the door.
Eligor followed her mistress, and they both gave a farewell nod before they headed off.
“I’m gonna sit my fat ass down on the couch and watch some magic mirror,” Mammon announced, “it may be the last time I get a chance, and I don’t wanna squander it.”
“Uhhh,” Tris shuddered as her eyes gandered at Mammon’s exposed, yellow ass, “put a towel down or something first. And please, pleaaaassseee don’t sit on the right cushion. That’s where I put my face.”
“I’ll try,” the King of the Second Circle shrugged, “but I’ll warn ya, I’m terrible with directions.”
The fat Demon King stood up, turned toward the door, and waddled out into the hallway.
“Fucking hellllll,” Tris sighed, “I really liked that couch, too.”
“The Shades can make you another,” I laughed, “speaking of which … Daniel, I’m leaving it up to you to assemble my army.”
The Shade General stood at attention, gave me a firm salute, and then shot me a stern look.
“It will be done, my King,” he promised, and then he turned on his heels and marched out the door.
“If I may ask, King Ralston,” Ziminiar asked politely, “where is this text you wish for me to translate?”
“The Book of Bezaleel?” I nodded. “It’s in my study, in the east wing of the castle. It’s got a giant-ass red door you can’t miss.”
The normally-subdued Ziminiar looked like he couldn’t contain his excitement.
“Did you say ‘The Book of Bezaleel?’” he gasped. “I’ve always wanted to sink my teeth into that one … I shall be in your study. If I forget about our rendezvous, which I very well might, please send somebody to get me.”
“I will,” I chuckled, “I’m just glad you’re willing to do this for me.”
“Are you kidding?” the goat-headed Demon King laughed. “There’s not a scholar around, Earth Realm, Heaven, or Hell, who wouldn’t be licking his chops at the chance to read the Book of Bezaleel.”
Then the King of the Sixth Circle hobbled out of the room like an overexcited geriatric, and I couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“Welp, I’d love to stay and chat,” Asmodeus said as he used his diamond cane to hoist himself out of his chair, “but I’ve got some important business to attend to. May I ask where you’ve placed the brothels in this city?”
“Oh,” I shook my head, “the Fourth Circle doesn’t have brothels anymore. I decided when I took over that--”
“Avenue Six-Six-Six,” Todd, Sia, Libidine, and Mirage all announced at once.
My mouth fell open in shock as I looked at my Demon Lords.
“Thanks a bundle!” Asmodeus grinned as he strutted out of the room, probably off to fuck anything in my city that had a pulse.
“I thought I said no brothels?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips.
“Jacob, you must understand … ” Sia smiled, “when you have a large city like we have here, this sort of commerce tends to pop up naturally.”
“Yeah, bro,” Todd added, “even Shades need to get their rocks off every now and again.”
“I get that,” I conceded, “but how did you all know exactly where it was?”
Every single succubus in the room turned and looked at Superbia. Once she realized what was happening, the Sister of Pride’s face turned beet red, and she stamped her foot angrily.
“Wow,” she grumbled, “just throwing me right under the bus, eh? Fine, I’ll admit it … I had a role to play in the red light district’s creation.”
/> “We have a whole red light district?” I gasped, which only made Sia’s face turn even redder.
“What can I say?” the petite redhead smiled slyly. “I’m a madame without prostitutes. Old habits die hard.”
“Man,” I chuckled and shook my head, “of all the succubi, I never would have figured you would go behind my back like that … ”
“Please,” Superbia scoffed, “don’t act like it’s some sort of big betrayal. Mirage would have done the same thing.”
“Yeah,” Mirage admitted with a shrug, “I probably would have.”
“She’s been bad,” Ira purred, “does that mean you’re going to punish her like the naughty puppy she is, Jacob?”
“Ira!” Sia gasped. “We are in public.”
“Yeah, Crazy Eyes,” Todd added, “plus, I really don’t wanna spill my guts all over the nice new tile in this place.”
“Fine,” Ira purred as she walked around the table, strutted to the door, and then looked back over her shoulder, “we can easily take this to another room. If you’d like, that is.”
“Uhhhh, meeting adjourned!” I spat out quickly, and then I ran over to where the Sister of Wrath was waiting.
“Hold on … ” she murmured, and then she turned back and motioned with a finger. “Superbia … Mirage … Come with us.”
“Us?” Sia blushed. “Why--”
“You plotted against your King,” Ira mused, “for that, you both need to be punished. Immediately.”
Sia and Mirage both bit their lips as they looked at each other, and then they slowly sauntered over to the door.
“Have fun at the orgy!” Todd called out as we stepped out into the hallway. “In the meantime, I’m gonna have a party of one. With my guest of honor, Palmala Handerson.”
There was a loud groan in unison from the War Room, followed immediately by Todd’s mischievous snicker.
“You know …” Mirage said through a sly smile, “I didn’t plot against you. But this ‘punishment’ sounds fun.”
“Oh, I’ve done this before,” Sia nearly moaned, “it’s beyond fun.”
Ira’s soft, tender hand grasped mine, and then she led us off down the hallway.
I was about to go on a little side quest of my own. If we were all going to be facing down certain death, the least we could do was go out with a bang.
Chapter 15
“Ya know,” I mused as I walked down the hallway with three beautiful succubi on my arm, “if this really is the last hurrah, and we don’t come back from this fight with Beelzebub … at least I can safely say I spent my last few hours on this world with three women I love dearly.”
“Stop it, Jacob,” Superbia giggled, “you’re going to make me blush.”
“Me too,” Ira added, “and my face never gets red unless it’s taken a beating.”
“I have to ask,” Mirage raised her hand timidly, “are we going to your workshop? Because I’ve seen the items in that place, and, well, I’m not sure I’m ready for those … ”
“Relax,” Ira promised, “most of those are reserved for when my Dom and sub halves are playing together. I know not everybody likes the same shit I do, so I tone it down for Jacob and anyone else I’ve been involved with. Our King and his Madame can tell you from experience that I play very well with others.”
“I’m his Madame now, too,” Mirage cooed, “you girls were apparently becoming too much for him to handle, so he needed a second pair of hands.”
“Oh, we’re all going to be needing a second pair of hands pretty soon here,” Ira noted with a grin. “I’ve been planning our next little play session for a while now.”
“You--You plan out sex?” Mirage asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Oh, Mirage,” the Sister of Wrath clicked her tongue and shook her head, “poor, sweet little innocent Mirage … Didn’t you have a Dom in your group? Surely Asmodeus, the Master of Love, has some of those in his Sex Cathedral, right?”
“Not in the group I was responsible for,” Mirage admitted, “all of my girls were role players, so they were more into thespianism than anything else.”
“Interesting,” Sia mused, “Asmodeus must have arranged his succubi groups differently than Azazel. The former King of the Fourth Circle wanted every pimp and Madame under him to have at least one of each specialist.”
“Huh,” Mirage shrugged, “that’s not how Asmodeus does it at all. He’s all about pairing the succubi according to different fetishes. We’ve got the ones for foot fetishes, some for bondage, some who specialize in talking dirty, and even some of the… stranger ones.”
“Wait.” Ira halted and turned to Mirage as her eyes went wide. “There’s entire groups of succubi hanging out in the First Circle who are into bondage and BDSM and all that? Why haven’t we recruited them to be Demon Lords?”
“One group at a time,” I chuckled, “I’ve only got so much love to go around.”
“Not in my experience,” Sia purred and stroked my shoulder. “There was that one time when you made us all Demon Lords … there was plenty of Jacob to go around that day.”
“Talk about a fun day,” Mirage grinned, “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that one. It’s a shame you can’t turn us into Demon Lords every day of the week.”
“Well, my connection with my succubi does get stronger each time we sleep together,” I noted, “but I already make sure I do the dirty with each one of you like, at least once a week. There’s only so much fluid that can physically come out of my body.”
“We don’t need the fluid,” Mirage purred as she leaned over and bit my ear. “We just need the injector.”
My cock swelled in my pants at the succubus’ seductive words, and my pants grew tighter against my erection.
“Uh-oh,” Ira gasped, “don’t get too excited right now! We aren’t even to the fun room yet.”
“Fun room?” I gulped. “Don’t tell me you brought more of your ‘toys’ into the castle.”
“Only in my wing,” Ira shrugged, “and the South Wing. But it’s only one room, I promise.”
“Wait, the South Wing?” It was my turn to gasp. “That’s my parent’s wing!”
“Hmm,” the Sister of Wrath stroked her chin curiously, “that’s odd. I thought I heard strange moaning sounds coming out of it the other day. I just figured it was haunted.”
My erection instantly disappeared, and I tried my damndest to not picture anything even remotely related to what was going on in that fucking room.
“Awwww, it went away.” Sia frowned.
“I mean, yeah,” I shuddered, “that’s what happens when you imply my parents are boning in the South Wing.”
“Oh, Jacob,” Mirage teased, “your parents are adults, just like the rest of us. How do you think you were created?”
“I don’t think about it,” I chuckled, “and I intend to keep it that way. Wait … please tell me we’re not heading to the South Wing. I’m not going within one-hundred feet of that place now.”
“We’re going to the other room,” Ira explained, “that’s where I hid all my best toys.”
Sia, Mirage, and I all followed Ira down the winding passageways of the castle, until we finally came to a small wooden door. On its front sat a small sign made out of brimstone, with hand-carved lettering that spelled out “Ira’s Room--Enter at Your Own Risk.”
The Sister of Wrath was giddy as could be as she reached down, opened up the door, and then motioned for us to enter.
The three of us walked through the threshold of the room and were greeted by the flickering candle lights within. All around the brimstone walls of the dwelling were varieties of torches and mounted candlesticks, each one with a thin, long red candle that dripped hot wax from its body.
“Are those for light, or for pleasure?” Mirage questioned.
“If you have to ask, you’re not doing it right,” Ira giggled as she stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind her.
The soft, flickering light of the candles gave
the entire room a calm, romantic atmosphere. Long shadows rose up the walls of the dwelling, and through the darkness I could just barely make out some of the room’s features.
At the very center was a large, wooden table mounted on a swivel. Leather straps sat at each corner, while rose petals adorned its surface. Below was a wheel similar to a pirate ship’s, paired with a workbench that held various other toys.
And that was just the beginning. All around us, there were barrels, crates, and shelves packed to the brim with Ira’s goodies.
“I thought you said this was only a few?” Mirage gasped as she looked around the room.
“This is a few.” Ira shrugged as she ran her fingers along the side of the bed longingly. “In fact, this isn’t even a quarter of my collection. Now … who wants to go first?”
Sia, Mirage, and I all looked at each other and waited for somebody to speak up and volunteer.
“I-I’m not sure what it all entails,” Superbia finally spoke up. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“Sia,” Ira scoffed, “how long have we been friends? I would never do anything to hurt you. And I sure as fuck wouldn’t make you do anything I thought was too dangerous. All I’m suggesting is some light bondage, that’s all.”
“Oh, that’s all,” Mirage whispered sarcastically.
“I’m not sure Sia is ready for--” I began, but then the redheaded Madame held up her hand.
“No, no,” she offered, “I volunteer. Plus, I trust Sister Ira. Especially after all the wonders she showed me the last time the three of us made love.”
Damn. I never would have guessed that Superbia, the no-nonsense, logistical-minded madame, would be into Ira’s twisted fantasies. Yet, here we were.
“Excellent,” Ira clapped her hands together, and then patted the table, “just go on and undress and hop up onto my table of wonders. Then you can just sit back and let the rest of us take it from there.”
Superbia looked hesitant as she stepped toward the bondage table. Then she took a deep breath, reached up, and began to unfasten her garments.
“Here,” Sia ordered as she undid her golden choker and handed it to Ira, “put this somewhere safe, please.”
