The First Woman Last

Once things calmed down, Lucifer was happy to see the next contestant. Erica was sat just a few seats away polluting his fun with her holy aura is sickened him to be in her presence, to feel so small and powerless, to be… mortal.

The doors of the lodge open up behind the group, forcing them all to crane their necks and turn around. “Our sixth contestant got here a little early.” Skylar confesses. “My bad, but she’s scoped the place out and I’m sure would be pleased as punch show you all around.”

A parade of men come out of the door all wearing… the female staff uniform?

“Our next Contestant stands above even Cleopatra for she… was a king!”

These men emerge and on their shoulders they carry a woman on a throne, dressed in a flannel shirt with some very fetching high waisted trousers, and strapping leather boots. Her hair sticks out in every direction, with curls, curls, curls and her cool eyes are kept hidden behind a round pair of sunglasses.

“By her hand she forged a kingdom that would resist colonizers for 200 years!”

The dark beauty looked at the competition with a small smile, and gave a little wave.

“Cannibal, King, Conquer! Welcome to the show, Nzinga!”

Her servants sat her palanquin down, went towards the circle and removed her chair. Then a servant gets on his hands and knees, as Nzinga comes over and sits on his back like a chair. “Hello everyone.” She says with that sly smile. “I would like to say that I’m more used to having a harem, than being in one, so it may take me some time to adjust.”

“I like your style.” Cleopatra purrs from her spot on the floor. She stares at the muscle bound man serving as furniture.

“I like your Style!” Helen admires the pants on Nzinga.

“You all flatter me.” She pinches her face up into a cut rabbit like smile.

Skylar takes in the African King, pleased with how her manly style fits into the group. “You seem popular already.”

“Thank you.”

“With just one **** left to go you have the most complete look at the harem. As a master in life, how would you rate Lucifer’s?”

Nzinga’s eyes wander around the circle. “That seems like a bad way to make friends.” She flattens out her slacks with her hands. “Seems rather small, I had sixty women in my harem.” She smiles another proud little smirk. “Plus my tastes ran a little more boyish, but I think the quality only display is much higher than I had, what women!”

“We’re not things!” Erica clenches her fists, light pouring out from between her fingers. “There’s no quality to compare.”

“Aye.” Boudica hits her knee. “She’s damn rights, you’re all actin’ like we’re goin’ through with this!”

“We are.” Nzinga says, softly but with conviction. “Accept the hit to your pride and move on. The weak are enslaved by the strong, that’s just how it is.”

“Because you refuse to fight!” Boudica threw her chair back as she stands.

Boudica’s rage slides off Nzinga like water on duck. Her warm smirk holds, though it seems less genuine now. “**** today, queen tomorrow. I would prefer us all be friends, but if you want to get yourself eliminated that’s one less competitor for me.” She shrugs. “There aren’t enough sins for all of us.”

That thought had not occurred to all of them. In fact only Olympias and Diaochan, had it on their mind, but neither were in a sharing mood. With that glances started being shared. "One of us isn't getting a sin." Cleopatra finally said. What's that even mean, are we doubling up on one, or something?"

"Seems obvious that Joan won't be getting one." Olympias, said gracing the show with her first full sentence.

"Sins are allocated by the audience." Skylar mimes checking her watch, even though her wrist is devoid of anything tat tells time. "Which will be in a few minutes, if we can get our last contestant in here. Nzinga lovely to meet you."

"Likewise Skylar." Nzinga looks over to Lucifer to give him a flirty smiles, but sees that she's the furthest thing from his mind. She's brooding, or pouting, or something equally unattractive for a man. She sighs, already feeling invisible, and heads for her seat.

Lucifer’s surprised he can eve get Tension headaces, but here we are. These women are all more formidable than he’d expected. Normally that would be no issue, but this damn host, and her bosses taking away all this powers… it was going to be a challenge.

“Ready for the last ****? Or do you wish to continue thinking?”

“Hmm?” Lucifer snaps out of his concentration, and looks around at the seven women sat around the fire, only one seat to spare. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Yes sir!” Skylar’s chains rattled as she gets to her feet. “This is our proudest contestant at all, you have no idea what we had to go through to get to her.”

Off of the balcony a tree sprouts, and grows towards the heavens.

“She’s something of a mother.”

As the tree grow a branch is lifted to the balcony and on it sits a naked woman.

“She’s something of a goddess.”

The woman hops off the branch, and holds her hand to the sky. As she does an apple falls from one of the upper branches and lands in her hand.

“She’s the mother of original sin!”

The woman takes a massive bite out of the apple, and tosses it over her shoulder as she moves forward.

“Put your hands together for the mother of Humanity! EVE!”

“Fuck.” Helen gasps, feeling tears in her eyes. How could there be someone more beautiful than her?

“That can’t really be…” Diachan gawks.

“This bitch.” Erica glares at the last contestant.

There are no words to properly describe Eve, for our language was created to describe our imperfect world, and she comes from a time before that. She may have words to describe and pinpoint the parts of her and others that elevate something beyond mere perfection to divinity but we do not. So instead we must use simple, ugly words, like beautiful, gorgeous, sexy. She’s 5’8, with hair that goes all the way down to her feet. There’s a glow about her, as if her pure perfection would not announce it’self. Her hair is a vibrant blonde, almost gold, it’s thick and wavy, and looks comfortable enough to sleep on. Her eyes seem to change from one extravagant color to the next with every blink. Her immense eyes drew everyone in towards her, and they alone seemed to express every thought in her head.

Her nose was buttonish, and her lips were small and heart shaped. Her pussy which is the forge of all humanity, is covered and hidden by a thick blanket of hair, her armpits too have their own downy smattering of hair, and her eyebrows too seem thick and untamed, when compared to some of the less naturally beautiful women in the circle.

All women present unconsciously brought their hands down to their stomachs, as their wombs throbbed at the presence of their originator.

When clothes finally did appear on her body, it was simply leaves, whcih clung to her breasts and pussy like pasties.

“Hello my babies!” She beams at the camera, and everyone watching, at least we humans >.>, feel a jolt of joy at her radiant smile. “I’m Eve, and I’m here to win Harem Hotel! I love you all so much, so I hope you go easy on me, mkay?”

“Eve.” The camera whips over to Lucifer, who's on is feet. He has one hand clutching the arm of his chair, the other, is clenched in a loose fist. He trembles like he wants to run to her, but he keeps himself anchored to his spot, and his chair. Instead there is just a long pause where the two beings stare at eachother, their eyes trying to express eons worth of regrets.

Erica bursts into laughter when she sees this. "Oh man, ya'll are fucked!" She says to the other girls. It's clear that Lucifer has a fondness for Eve that goes beyond the lust, or contempt he'd shown with the other contestants.

"No one's fucked." Even says warmly. She looks around the circle, taking in the sight of all her children. "We're all here to become members of his harem. That means all we have is each other, so I think we should all do our utmost to become best friends!"

Erica felt a pang of sorrow hit her, at the woman's words which were as genuine as anything she'd ever heard. She's innocent as a child, Erica realizes.

Olympias too, tilts her head at Eve's little speech, though her heart feels nothing but relief. She realises that there's simply no competing with Eve's looks, but now that she knows she's dangerously delusional about the state of her competition... Olympias smiles, well she's just no competition at all.

Skylar smiles, and waves her hand towards the seat next to her. “Eve, care to have a seat, we’d love to get…”

“You’re not a woman.” Eve sneers as if noticing the gothic host for the first time. Her reaction is a like a lightning bolt striking in a clear sky. That purest love she was showing to the contestants quickly became purest hate.

Skylar blushes, and looks down at her boots. “Well not… not technically… I… haha wow, okay um, yup yup, um about that seat?”

“Hmph.” Even turns her nose up in the air and walks towards the final chair. “Don’t trust this thing girls. It’s only masquerading as one of us, to get us to drop our guards.”

Skylar’s cheek twitches for a second. “Hahaha wow, my feelings are starting to get hurt.”

Even does a hand stand, and places herself on the chair, with her feet where the head should go, with her head and hair dangling to the ground. “What do you want?”

Lucifer finally manages to close his gaping mouth, and sits down in his own chair, eyes still fixed on Eve.

“Oh um!” Skylar straightens up. “Um… heh…w-what, no um, how are you feeling about the contest. Are you prepared to become Lucifer’s Harem Girl?”

"No." She says simply, before creasing her unkempt brows. "My true love is waiting for me at home."

"Excellent." Skylar licks her black lips. "You get to see Lucifer's full Harem on display, do you think you have much competition?"

Eve's upside down eyes looked around the circle. "Of course I do! These girls are all tough, beautiful, and I'm willing to bet more than a little wise! If anything I'm feeling a little nervous around them."

"Finally, as the mother of original sin, you obviously have a powerful connection to the theme of this season. Of all the sins you gave birth to, which is your favorite?"

Even yawns. "Definitely Sloth. Back in Eden there was no work at all, it was just a nonstop picnic, mixed in with a nonstop nap. I'm hoping as queen of hell I'll be able to recreate my lazy lifestyle."

With that Skylar stands up from her chair, and the camera frames her in front of the firepit. "That's it ladies and lowlives, our eight contestants stand before you now, ready to compete for the lust of Lucifer. But we're not done yet. After the commercial break, we'll be going over the rules of the competition, and voting will begin on which contestant will be assigned which sin. We've got a lot still in store for you, so don't touch that remote, because you won't want to miss a minute!"