Hell comes calling.

You spend the rest of the morning in bed, although not by choice. Every time you move to leave, even still asleep, Selas lets out an annoyed, possessive snarl and digs her claws in to your flesh. Eventually, you manage to worm your way out of her grasp and make your way into your kitchen to make yourself something to eat and drink. Rifling through your fridge, you piece together a simple PB&J sandwich and before you can take a bite, you pause for a minute. Turning your head to look at Selas' room, you sigh. You don't even know if she eats human food, but you make another PB&J for her, pour out a couple glasses of water and take the plate to her.

She's still asleep when you get back, so you put the food down on a dresser and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your face with your hands and continue to question how you ended up in this situation. Suddenly, three swirling, circular vortexes burst open in front of you with loud tearing noises. In them you see the heads and shoulders of three beautiful demonesses; one with tan skin and hair literally made of fire, one that looks like several shadows layered on top of each other with piercing bright eyes and other smaller lights dotted on her body, and one with sea-foam green skin and octopus-like tentacles for hair. "SELAS OF LUSANDAR!" They bellow together, but it sounds like there are a dozen more voices than there are people. "WE KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!"

Selas' eyes snap open and she rises from the bed. She saunters purposefully towards them, the outfit you first met her in slowly melding onto her skin, until she stands proudly before them, her hands on her hips. "Cin of Enburr, Voi of Nox, and Lapti of Kars." She frowns, addressing each of them in turn, holding her chin up high. The four demonesses narrow their eyes at each other intensely, the air in the room turning still. Selas is the first to move, a great grin coming to her cheeks. The others match her grin slowly until they all let out loud squeals and are hopping madly in place.

You on the other hand, are currently huddled in the corner of the room, with your hands over your ears and your jaw squeezed tight as you try to survive the high pitched screeching that seems to pierce through your entire being. These are probably the girlfriends she mentioned the other day. "By the Circles, you fucking slut! You're having a human baby?!" Lapti, the one with the tentacle hair shrieks, running her hands through... it? Them? "How many men did it take? Ten? Fifty? A hundred? Please tell me it was a hundred!" Looks like gossip travels just as fast down there.

"Dish, dish, dish!" Cin begs, her fiery hair flaring up with every word. "We want details! Did you tie them down? Did they tie you up? One-on-one? Five-on-one? Full on fucking or just popshots? Come on!"

"Ladies, ladies, calm down," Voi says despite having no mouth, in a multitude of female voices, waving at the other two with her hands, before slamming them down and leaning forwards towards Selas. "Start. Talking. Bitch. Where? Who? How?"

"Go to the Light, skanks!" Selas laughs, sticking her tongue out at them and flipping them the bird. You feel her tail grab you by the ankle and drag you over to her. Standing you up, she pulls your underwear down and freezes you in place, putting you on display for her friends. "Just one. Full on breeding. Pocket dimension with a replica of the old tower in the south east corner of our part of Hell. Him. Nanny Mara's Milk Jelly."

You swallow nervously as the vortexes circle around you and the demonesses study you thoroughly. Cin narrows her eyebrows and turns to Lapti. "Old tower in the south east? Is that the one where you fucked that Cyclops with the two dicks?"

"No, I don't think so. I think that was... somewhere in the west," she pouts, "South east, south east? Did I ever fuck anyone there? Oh! I think me and Voi did it in a dungeon there once!"

"Let's be honest here. We've all fucked in so many towers and dungeons, they all look the same after a while," Voi sighs. Looking you up and down, she clicks her tongue. "This guy, huh? You've fucked better, Sel."

"And worse," she replies, rolling her eyes, before pointing her thumb at your cock. "But he's been the most fun so far. And right now, he's your only chance at having a human fucktoy that won't break in under thirty seconds." If you could frown, you would, unsure if that's a compliment you should take.

A fourth, even larger portal appears in front of you. "Uh-oh. Scatter ladies," Selas swallows. "Talk to you later." Selas' friends take another look at your cock before their portals blink shut.