The book of Earth

A flash of violent emotion woke Mary from her slumber. She opened her eyes and saw a robed figure plunging a knife down towards her. Her body reacted before she could, she gripped the wrist of her assailant, the knife stopped a hair’s breath from her chest. With a grunt she yanked the man over her bed and into the opposite wall. The knife flew into the air, which she caught with ease.

The weapon writhed in her hand before transforming into an angry sounding vibrator which she immediately pressed against her naked sex. “Fuck!” She growled, forgetting about that trait. She stumbled out of bed as the toy tried to **** pleasure from her loins. “Who the hell are you?” She stumbled out of bed.

“Idiot!” Shouted another man in robes, not far way from her bed.

There was more?

The man Mary had thrown on the floor tackled, her against the wall, while this new assailant charged her.

Mary brought her elbow down upon the head of the man grabbing her several times, but the guy held strong. The man with the knife was now in range and lunged towards her. With her free hand grabbed his wrist as well, swatting him just enough to the side to where he embedded the knife into the wall next to her and not her.

“That’s not how you use a knife!” She pulled the weapon out of the wall, naturally it turned into a dildo, which she promptly stuck her in mouth and began to blow. “Mrrrrrgh!” She roared.

The knifeless man in front of her had **** but to punch her in the face.

Her head bounced off the wall, and the demon’s enraged eyes glowed red.

Her tail whipped around the ankle of the man who had her pressed against a wall. With a simple whip, it pulled him off of her and slung him out the window.

Next she jumped into the air, and pressed both of her feet to her puncher's chest. She kicked him into the opposite wall. And once she was on her feet she charged him with her horns. She drove each horn into the wall three inches deep, pinning his robes, in place. With a yank she ripped her horns out of her head, and licked the blood as it trickled down her face. Already a now pair was beginning to grow in their place.

It was then that the door opened up, and three new goons appeared, each of them armed.

Mary just smiled around her dildo. Her tail whipped around to grab a vase to throw at the closest, man, but the moment she thought about turning it into a weapon it became a buttplug which the tail happily slid home.

“Yeeeeep!” She cried trying to expel the invader.

The three challengers grinned and charged in at her all at once.

Mary’s wings ripped out of her and like two leathery hands they stretched out and grabbed the two outer opponents. She flapped her wings and used her two opponents as anchors to throw herself forward at the man in the middle. She extended her legs and shoved both feet into his face. Then curling her legs up as she drew closer she pushed herself off of his head, and wretched her wings, each victim within her wing's grasp was spun and thrown about the room as she spiraled into a a corkscrew.

She looked around and saw her opponents were nothing but moaning piles on the floor. She grinned and and knew combat was over when her limbs stopped molesting her with her new toys. She dropped the dildos, and tenderly pulled the buttplug out of her ass. “Aaah, ah, gentle tail, gentle.” Then she remembered something. “Elizabeth!” She ran over to Elizabeth’s bed and ripped the cover off. “Are you…” The bed was empty. She looked over at the door, and saw that it had been opened, not kicked down. These fucks had the key. “Oh you fucking bitch!”

—--

Helen tutted, and rubbed her head to try and stimulate her scalp. Her hair was growing back at a fine and supernatural pace, but not fast enough! Considering she was shaved as a marine just a few hours ago, she should have been happy with her cute red bob. “Stupid Mary.” She grumbled to herself. “I didn’t even get any points from snacking down on Shi.”

She hafumphed and stood sideways in the mirror. She was wearing a short lace sleeping gown. She pressed the material against her stomach to see if she was showing with Boudica’s egg yet.

Not quite.

Her self care was interrupted by the door mashing open, and falling to the ground.

Helen screamed and gave away her position to the three robed assailants, who all had nasty looking knives in their hands.

She cringed, as the three attackers came running at her. She opened her eyes and let her big blue eyes sparkle. "You guys aren't here to hurt me are you?"

—--

Eve grunted, and dug her fingers into the next knot of the tree. Okay… this whole thing was a lot harder than she imagined it would be, but things were going pretty well! She turned her swooning head to looked down at how far she’d come. The lodge was little more than a smoking smudge in the landscape.

Smoking?

“Hmmm.” Eve rubbed her chin. “I think there’s something going on down, theeeeeeeeeeeeere!” She did it again! She let go of the tree! She giggled and she tumbled through the air. Doing this bimbo and drunk, sure was playing on hard more.

She huffed and formed a fist. “I’m not climbin up this thing again!” She punched the tree, and buried her hand inside, and arrested her fall. The tree shook and dislodged a good pray of leaves from it’s branches.

Easing her breathing, Eve took a few calming breaths. And looked up at the fruit dangling just a dozen tantalizing meters up above.

Her mouth began to water.

Forbidden fruit does taste the sweetest.

—--

Erica fitfully rolled over on the couch, and kicked her feet at a pillow. In the background pair of contestants were trying to convince their master that they could have a kinky three way relationship when they get out of the contest. Sounded good to Erica, but she thought they were thinking a little small. They had a dream machine, why weren't they fucking slime monsters in a dungeon, instead of having a boring date night at some dingy bar? Now she knew what GODDESS meant when she said that Erica couldn’t understand what she’d been like when she made her wish. Now she knew!

Her fingers dipped into her sodden panties, as the thought about that big assed slut. She really should have gotten more advise from her when she had the chance. She was a winner after all.

Her stomach grumbled, and Erica let out a whiny roar. “Mommy where are you? I’m hungry!” She was too lazy to go grab herself something. Boudica better not be hogging Eve just because it was her day with her. She was still mad at her Pet, for being so nasty to her during the last ceremony.

“Huuuuungry!” She cried again hoping someone would help her, and spare her the burden of having to get up.

A door flew open, and for a second The Princess of hell thought someone had been so eager to attend to her that they busted down the door to do so. Disappointingly the smell of cock came in the room with her would be servant.

“That’s not Daddy’s cock.” Erica grumbled, willing herself up to a sitting position. Down the stair of her room three cock swingers charged towards the couch with knives in their hands. “You better have food!”

—--

Mary burst into the lobby to an awesome sight. Fires raged across the wood. NPC’s laid on the floor inactive, and more of these robbed bozos, were ripping shit up. “Where’s Elizabeth?” Mary roared, folding her hand in a fist.

“If you want to find her look to the sky!” One woman shouted.

Another cheered and raised his knife. “Tonight she ascends to divinity!”

“And you’re the sacrifice!” A third boasted. All at once the room rushes towards her. To many for her to take out, unharmed at least.

Mary breathed in the sweet scent of their ****. She gathered their sin, and the sin of all in this lodged and took it into her hand. She remembered how she’d been able to betray her long time love with nothing more than lethal intent. A red glow began to emanate from her hand. Grinning Mary glared at her assailants, this was going to be messy.

She licked her lips.

“I can’t wait to mop up your giblets!” She thew her hand forward and let her wrath pour out of her hand.

The results were…

Disappointing.

Instead and blood, and gore, and ripped up bits, her attackers were whole, hale, and heart. Though their weapons were gone, replaced with feather dusters, rags, and bottles of cleaning solution. Their robes were gone too, everyone was wearing maid outfits, and looking around in horror.

“Oh dear, look at this mess!” One woman cried looking, flushed and excited.

“Master will be down any moment!” Another lamented.

“We must get to work, and make this place look presentable!” The troop of cultists suddenly went to work putting out fires, and straightening up the lobby.

Mary’s eye twitched. “I can’t even fucking kill people any more!” She lamented, stomping her foot. She watched as her enemies came under her spell, she grumbled and crossed her arms. “Hey bastard!” She roared at a man in a maid outfit. “What are you doing dusting! The rugs! The rugs! These soot stains are going to set!”

The maids only just got the chance to follow her commands, when eight men in robes came running and screaming through the hallways. Behind them a three headed dog the size of a horse, and red of hair came barking and drooling on their heels. It pounced and knocked the group over, two heads grabbed cultists by their robes, and trashing them about in their maws, before flinging them to the side.

“Hey!” Mary barked, no pets in the lobby! “Bad dog!”

The big red dog, snarled and took a challenging step forward. “Down girl.” Mary said, for once the calmest person in the room. “This is all Elizabeth’s fault. I don’t know how, but it is.”

“The night mother will feast on your mmmhrm!” Helen placed a large paw over cultist’s face to keep him quiet.

Mary looked approvingly up to the big dog. “Do you think you can find her?”

Helen’s three heads snuffled and sniffed at the hair, before nodding to the affirmative. She then tilted her head down, and to Mary’s surprise let her, climb onto her back. Smiling Mary crawled up the soft fur of Helen’s form, and got settled in.

“Cry havoc!” Mary announced, and let a braying Helen lead her to her roommate. It was time to settle this bad blood between them once and for all. Before she was out of ear shot she shouted to her maids. “I want this lobby spotless by the time I get back!”

—--

Erica touched herself as the cars in the parking lot caught fire, and exploded one at a time. “Pretty…” She murmured.

“I see you already broke your toys.” Satan stepped over the three sleeping forms of Erica’s assassins.

“Daddy!” She spun around, and ran to meet him. She jumped into his arms, and wrapped her arms around his waste. She began to buck her hips, smearing the front of his shirt with her wet pussy. “These are boy toys, you know I don’t play with those. So I put them to sleep.”

Satan smiled and took a free hand and fed Erica some of his fingers. “Well I have a girl toy, that I’ll let you play with until it breaks.”

Erica lit up. “Wwweawwy?”

He easily carried her over to the window. She stared against hungrily at the fires in the parking lot, and sucked on his fingers a little harder, but he directed her vision upwards. To the tree of knowledge. “They thought they could trick me with a fake Cleo, but I managed to squeeze the information out of Eve…”

“Hmm?” Erica rubbed his back, and tried to do whatever her little girl brain could think of to get him to fuck her. She was still in second place.

He chuckled and yanked on a pigtail so she’s squeal. They both giggled once she did. “Don’t worry your stupid little girl brain, the point is.” He pointed up at the tree. “Mommy’s up there cheating, she’s trying to eat the fruit before you do. She’s trying to steal your wish.”

Erica bit down angrily on his fingers, her eyes went from hazy lust, to firey orbs.

“That’s right, good girl. You know what to do.” He pulled his fingers free of her gnashing maw.

“Punish her, hurt her, fuck her!” Erica growled.

“That’s right.”

She pouted as she looked a the tree towering even over the mountains. “How am I supposed to get up there? It’s so tall.”

This innocent question brought laughter out of his mouth. “Oh, rancid girl, are you my daughter or not?” He set her down.

“Ohhh I so am Daddy, I’m your dirty daughter slut.” She got down to her knees, and started kissing his dick.

“Good.” He purred and pressed her face to his hardening cock. “Then I think it’s time Daddy taught you how to fly.”