He agreed reluctantly; it was hopeless to leave

"Naamah, I want you to answer this truthfully; are you certain there are no other ways out of hell?"

She spoke between breaths, still recuperating from her orgasm. "I am certain. I've had an eternity to look."

Esau sighed as he sat down on a stool with his face in his hands. "What was that about that portal you said?"

"The King's personal portal?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's in the keep, hidden deep inside. Every demon worth their salt try to reach it at least once. It's kind of like a right of passage I suppose. I've tried it once centuries ago. I got about four feet in before I got caught in a trap. Only a few demons got further than me, and I can count them on my hands, so trust me, you're never going to reach it."

A pit of despair grew in his stomach as he realised he will never leave this realm. He sobbed. Naamah seemed surprisingly empathetic to his plight.

"Hey, hey, I know this is hell, but it's not all bad! The torments you'll suffer will seem unimaginable at first, but you'll turn it into a fetish like the rest of us have eventually! So come on, have a drink."

There was a long pause, until Esau sat up, his cheeks stained with tears.

"Fuck it, might as well get hammered..."

She smirked, passing him a bottle of wine. "That's the spirit."

He gulped straight from the bottle, and hiccuped halfway through. He held it out to Naamah, offering her a sip, which she accepted, holding it up high as she drank the rest. They drank another bottle, and then another, and another, and before long they've drank twelve bottles between the two of them. Esau was ready to pass out, and his whole head felt as if it were swimming. He grinned innocently, forgetting all about his worries. Naamah was in a similar state, and she kept on draping herself around his shoulders, stroking his chest while giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Ghosh, how mhany bottels ish tha now?"

"Uh eh, one, thoo, threeeeee..." Naamah counted on her fingers, before going silent for a moment, "likhe a bahjillion!"

"I can't eeven rehmember your, your uh... name! Ha-ha!"

"I can't either!"

They both laughed hysterically, their revelry melding with the celebration's. Naamah giggled so hard that she fell on Esau's lap, accidentaly pushing him off the stool and onto the ground. They both went silent after their laughter died down. They stared each other deep in the eyes. Naamah parted her lips slightly, as if she was about to say something, but it took her a moment to formulate the words.

"Do you... do you wanna become a Lilin like me?"

"Shure! Why the hell not, riht?"

"Whell, we gotta talk to Lil... Lilli... Lillifff... the big bitch befhore you can..." She got onto her feet, which was no easy feat for a drunk that already fell over. She took Esau by the hand and lifted him up with a bit too much ****, almost falling over again. They staggered with their arms around each others shoulders through the centre of the celebration. They got a few grins and knowing glances, but they were really nothing out of the ordinary and no-one gave them much notice. With a little difficulty, they eventually reached Lillith, who sat on her giant seat. Esau was finally close enough to Lillith to see her in proper detail.

The first thing that went through his head was just how large she was. She was around eight meters tall, give or take, with a fat body type, though in a good way, like a Sultan's daughter; fat thighs, fat bottom, fat belly, and most of all, two fat, ginormous breasts. One of those could smother him completely! Covering it all was jewellery and translucent silk veils, to the point of opulence, and she was attended by imp servants which kept polishing and adjusting said jewellery. They also fanned her, massaged her skin, painted her nails, unbraided and braided her hair, sang to her poems, fed her hor'deuvres, applied perfume, informed her of political happenings, and even used their bodies as large dildos, although for a demon of her size, an imp would be considered too small. That's why there was more than one imp in each hole, and with her many holes, it meant a lot of imps. Esau tried to count them all up, but his brain was swimming in wine and it made him queasy. Not to mention he was seeing double.

She looked at them both with her onyx eyes. "Naamah, why are you interrupting my celebration? You know I hate interruptions... and who's this cute little morsel?"

"Heeeeeey Moooom, whass... whassa... whassup?"

Lillith rolled her eyes, grunting. Esau seemed surprised.

"She's yer mum?!"

"Wha, no... I mean, I guess? I whasent born to her, I was, I was er, reborn to her!"

"Yes, yes, now will you answer my question, or will I have to add on a few more years onto your eternal damnation?"

"Right, right," Naamah replied, trying to sober up in a couple seconds, "this is Esau, an he's my master-"

"I am?!"

"Of chourse you are, I'm yer familiar!"

"You mhake it sound all kinky like though."

"That's my job master, tee-hee!"

"You drink like my late husband Adam. Get to the point, I'm weary of you already."

"Whell, he wants to bechome one of us."

Lillith, for what seemed like the first time in years, sat up, and peered at Esau closely with one open eye. "For his soul? A fair exchange." She plunged her fingers into her main and largest twat, and pulled out an imp, all slick and dripping with her black, corrupting juices.

"Aw, can't I get a few more minutes?" The imp complained before being flung over her shoulder. "Aieeeee!"

"Chan I gho in with him?" Naamah slurred.

"Hah-hah, fucking in my pussy while I use you to fuck myself? I haven't done that in a few years. Go on then."

Naamah held onto Esau tightly as Lillith's fingers curled around them and picked them up.