Visiting your new guests

You climb down the rickety wooden ladder, the slats rattling and the entire structure wobbling back and forth as you do so. This thing seems poised to collapse at any moment: no threat to you thanks to your wings, but an excellent deterrent for nosy adventurers. Finally reaching the bottom of the pit, you walk past the cackles and swooshes of a few playing imps and down a dark, roughly hewn tunnel to Mariel's cell.

The dark-haired beauty is resting against one of the cell walls when you arrive, eyes closed, wings folded behind her back. Her gently rising and falling chest provides the only signs of life. When you use your dungeon boss permissions to unlock the cell and step in she opens a single eye, glaring at you with an expression of pure hatred. Unfazed, you sit cross-legged and stark naked across from her. "So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Mariel closes her eye and lies back, returning to her earlier state. You're in no rush, so you simply rest your back against the opposite wall and sit in silence for some time. Eventually, despite her eyes staying closed, her lips begin to move. "Who are you? Why have you summoned me, abomination? And how?"

"Easy there, no need to rush things. We have all day. Let's take it one question at a time. But first, what will you offer me in exchange for the information?"

"What could I even offer you, daemon? You took everything but my robe when I arrived, and no doubt I wouldn't even have that small mercy if you actually wanted it."

You simply grin and move your hips, causing your stiff member to bounce slightly.

Mariel lets out a small, angry huff and goes back to resting. You shrug, lie back, and close your own eyes. "Suit yourself."

The next few hours pass in absolute silence as you ponder over what to do next. Maybe it's time to search for some obsidian: that altar upgrade might let you improve your form and that of your minions. Maybe it's time to raid another stronghold and upgrade your tower. Maybe you can even find a way to deal with the sorceress. You flit between these in your head, imagining plots and potential targets. Another hour passes as you ponder what to add to the dungeon next. Then another as you visualize a statue in honour of your great virility. Suddenly, you hear a slight intake of breath nearby.

Your body tenses up, expecting to feel her hands around your neck. You consider how you will punish her attempt at killing you, but the hands never come. Instead, you feel her fingers brush your now-soft member, causing it to slowly rise to attention. She lets out a small gasp as it stiffens in her grip, then starts stroking it experimentally. You lie back and try to enjoy her ministrations, but she clearly has no idea what she's doing. Sighing, you give her some basic instructions and open your eyes to watch her work.

The gorgeous angel stares at your cock with a scrunched-up look of concentration on her face, examining it like some sort of alien entity. One of her hands cups your balls, gently massaging them. The other alternates between gently stroking your shaft and massaging your head. You can't help but admire her hands: their soft, velvety brown skin and thin fingers ending in long white nails betray none of the callouses and scars you'd expect from a warrior.

Your eyes slide up to stare into the valley of generous cleavage left by her toga, then further up to stare at her face. You give a slight shudder as she pumps a bit harder, then recover and begin admiring her perfect features. Her long, black hair cascades down her back and covers her forehead with long bangs. You imagine her thin lips wrapping around your shaft and then sinking down. Suddenly, her brilliant emerald eyes meet your own and she blushes and looks away, as if suddenly conscious of her situation. Her innocent reaction pushes you over the edge, and you explode, covering her face with your thick seed.

She yelps, closing her eyes and falling back at your sudden finish. You stand up and admire her, this statuesque woman lying the feathered white wings splayed below her, her features covered in your seed. Walking over, you wipe up a small gob of cum with your finger and then stick it in her mouth. She instinctively sucks before her face betrays her disgust at the taste. You shrug. "We'll have to work on that." With a snap of your fingers the mess disappears, leaving her clean but still red.

She opens her eyes as her face suddenly becomes dry. "Th-thanks," she says and goes even deeper red. She pauses, as if unsure of what to say, and you give her a questioning look.

"Your question?"

"Oh, right, um, who are you?"

"They call me Azazel the imp lord, and I am the boss of this dungeon." With that, you turn to leave.

"Wait—why did you summon me?"

You keep walking and wave over your shoulder, then speak without turning your head. "Patience, patience. We'll have lots of time for more questions. I'll visit you again soon."

Seramiel's cell is a bit of a walk away: you've placed them on opposite ends of the pit so that they can't hear one another. It probably isn't an issue with the racket the imps seem to make, but you have plenty of room and it doesn't hurt to be sure. Turning the last corner, you make out the angel in much the same position that you found her sister in. You step into her cell and walk over her.

"Fiend! I can smell my sister on you! What did you do to her?"

"What business is it of yours, prisoner?"

"You!" She jumps to her feet, eyes blazing with anger and wings outstretched behind her back. She closes her hands around her neck before stopping and sighing in defeat, remembering her predicament. You see tears begin to run down her cheeks.

"Please, don't hurt her! Don't **** yourself on her!" She looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Oh, and why shouldn't I do that?" You raise your eyebrow. In truth, you have no intention of doing either of those things: you much prefer waiting until the sisters offer themselves to you freely. However, Seramiel doesn't know that and you see no reason to correct her. You lift a hand and stroke it against her face: the effect is somewhat muted by the fact that you need to reach as high as you can to do so—the tall woman looming almost 2ft above you—but it'll have to do. "Sera, Sera, Sera... can I call you Sera? You do realize I am a daemon, right?"

A look of despair passes over her face, then pensiveness, then determination. "What if I... took care of your needs instead?"

"I believe we might be able to come to an understanding. Shall we?"

The winged beauty nods to herself then sinks to her knees, bringing her face level with your length. She wraps both soft hands around your shaft and begins to slowly stroke up and down. This continues for several minutes and you sigh in frustration once again. Did nobody think to teach these sisters a thing? She looks up at you with confused eyes.

"Is this not what you wanted, daemon?"

"Do you really think that's enough for me? Perhaps I should visit your sister after all."

"No, wait! What should I do?"

You give her your instructions and she looks back at you in disgust. Seeing you stare indifferently back at her, she eventually looks back down at your shaft and extends her tongue to give your cockhead a quick flick.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

As if in answer, she lowers her head and begins to run her tongue up and down the length of your shaft, eliciting a shiver from you in response. This continues for some time, hands pumping while her tongue traces up and down your member, until you gently hold a hand to the back of her head and guide her to your tip. Once it sits against her mouth, you give her a gentle nudge: not hard enough to **** her, just enough to make it clear what you want her to do. With a look of determination she opens her mouth and engulfs your cockhead. Seeing the perfect creature with your cock in her mouth pushes you over the edge, and you give a groan and gently tug her head back. No need to rush things.

She doesn't pull back quite in time, and you shoot a single spurt into her mouth. Her eyes go wide in response and she releases your tip, allowing the next few spurts to paint lines across her face. The final spurt hits her neck and then drips down into the valley of her cleavage. Surprisingly, you see her throat move as she swallows the seed in her mouth, and you wave your hand to make the rest of the mess disappear.

"Thanks... did I satisfy you, daemon?" Her features betray genuine hope.

You pat her hair with your hair. "You did excellently, Sera."

"J-just remember, come back when you need... help, okay?" You nod.

"I do believe I will." With that, you step out of the cell and begin climbing the rattling ladder. Hopefully it doesn't break on the way up: you don't want to be stuck down here while your minions build another one. However, a few seconds later the thought is already gone from your mind, replaced by daydreams of your next visit to your new guests. Maybe you'll go for that nice new altar... your form could use an upgrade if you're going to truly satisfy your future concubines.