With Andariel's General's

Andariel suddenly pulls away from Cyra's hungry lips and looks up to you.

"So in order to summon Lilith's army, I need to summon her generals, who will summon their captains, who will summon their lieutenants, ect, ect... it's essential a summoning chain-of-command." She smirks. Andariel slides out from between you both and begins chanting. Six pentagrams form around her twisting body as the room light dims.

When your demonic spawn is done, pit fiends stand in each circle. You like pit fiends for their dragon like aggressive personalities and physical prowess. They immediately close around Andariel, groping and kissing her flesh.

"Yes, I missed you all as well ladies. But you are, for the time being, under the command of Mistress Smaug. Respect her as you would my mother, mostly because she is." They all turn and look at you, drinking in your magnificent body and intimidating girth. They surround you and quickly get to work, one on her knees with your cock in her mouth, two trying their best to devour your breasts, one squatting behind you with her face buried in your ass, another one sitting under you with her lips pressed against your folds, and the last one giving your lustrous lips some love.

You spot Andariel on top of Cyra, tongue and cock buried in her younger sister's mouth and snatch.