No. (Angel attack)

I set off away from the camp. Navigating the jungle was a difficult experience. Several times I avoided more of the slimes, or tripping vines that slithered across the forest floor to ensnare me. Finally, the trees thinned and I was walking through the red desert again, taking little jumps to let my wings glide me over obstacles.

I ended up following a road that wound south through a gully. I somehow knew where I was going - whenever I paused to wonder at which route to take, I'd feel an echo of her touch that made me shiver, and I knew the correct path.

I had hoped my journey would be uneventful, but I wasn't so lucky. The gully curved around into a whole labyrinth of ravines, each with faint paths running over their floors. I turned a corner, and gasped in shock.

Facing me was a hideous, leering, red-skinned devil. Its horned head was level with mine, but it was bulky, hunched over. It held a huge sword in both hands, but wore only rags, letting me see its thick cock harden as it looked me up and down hungrily.

"Enough of that," a proud voice drawled. I looked over the devil's shoulder, and saw that it was part of a whole army of horrors. Creatures like me - male and female, with bat like wings and horns - walked beside other hunched devils, four-armed mantis-creatures and ropey masses of black tentacles that dragged themselves along the ground. They were all armed, with swords, tridents, spears and metal nets, and with stranger weapons, metal wands etched with pictures I couldn't make out, and things that looked like bazookas.

The one who had spoken was clearly the leader. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, tall and pale, with dark, curling horns and black-feathered wings. He wore silver armour, and carried a delicate-looking rapier at his side. Despite my situation, I found myself licking my lips as I looked at him.

"You," he said, turning to me, and I saw his eyes were black. "Lord Malphas has commanded us to expel some unwanted guests. A strike **** of angels has entered the Chasm Maze, and in his name, succubus, you will help us expel them." Before I could reply, he turned away, someone thrust a trident into my hands. The army set off marching again. I had **** but to follow.

In the ravines, we couldn't see the enemy until we were right on top of them. There were dozens of them, shrouded in light, with white wings. They wore skimpy white robes, exposing expanses of ebony and ivory flesh. They were all beautiful, and wielded swords which flickered with faint flames.

It was now I saw what the strange weapons were for. The wielders of the wands raised their weapons, which shot beams of crimson energy. Those angels who were struck by them seemed unhurt, but faltered. I didn't realise what was happening to them until I saw one woman be hit by multiple beams. She paused, letting her sword drop from unresisting fingers. Then, frowning, struggling with herself, her hand inched towards her white panties, stroking them gently. Another bean hit her, and she moaned, dropping to her knees as her hand slipped to her pussy.

The effect of the bazookas was more obvious. They fired with great bursts, sending forth slimy globs of gelatinous green membranes. When they struck the angels, they expanded, slithering across their skin to bind their hands. Then, they surged down to their pelvises, tentacles violating asses and wrapping round cocks or plunging into cunts.

We met their forces with a clash of steel. I saw our leader wading through the fray, knocking aside attacks and lashing out with lightning fast blows. I tried to stay at the back, but wasn't able to get out of the way of one angel's blade, which left a thin red cut across my arm. Lashing out in response, I was lucky, and plunged my trident into him. I gasped in horror as I pulled it lose but, despite the three prongs having sunk into his chest, he seemed injured but alive. I wondered if I was similarly durable, and if I could actually die.

The angels fought bravely, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Throughout the battle, the demon forces had struggled to capture rather than main, and now I saw why, as they set to gleefully **** their prisoners. I saw an angel being spit roasted by two devils who laughed as she struggled. A male angel was pinned by a succubus, her sharp nails leaving red welts on his chest as she rode his cock. One of the tentacled creatures had an angel woman wrapped in its body, screaming as thick masses of tentacles pumped in and out of her cunt and ass. The leader smiled cruelly, his hands twisting in the blond hair of the angel who he was forcing to suck him off.

I was shocked, and backed away, but the heat of battle and the scene before me was also turning me on, and my hand drifted to my ragged shorts. It was then I heard a whimper behind me.

I turned and saw an angel. She was beautiful and blond. She wasn't badly hurt, but had taken a few scratches and a nasty blow to her knee. She had obviously crawled here out of sight of the other demons. Blows had shredded most of her clothes, leaving one perfect breast hanging out.

I wondered what to do with her. She was helpless and alone. I could rescue her, and help her to hide. On the other hand, the leader would probably reward me for taking her prisoner, which would help with my mistress's mission and help me get to fuck him. Or, I could follow the example of the rest of the army and just use her for my own pleasure.