Mephisto's Tome

Author's Note: This game is intended to be played in "game mode".

Somewhere in the 6th layer of hell.

In a dark cavern, screaming echoed down a long hall as shadows danced across the walls, cast by firelight. It is unclear whether the screaming came from pain or pleasure.

An unclothed succubus whipped her tail back and forth, playfully, licking her lips, as she a poor mortal man to continue pleasuring her breasts. He knelt naked in submission, blindfolded and bound, sucking vigorously back and forth between her petite nipples, just as he had been instructed.

Across the room, an incubus lay sprawled on a dark stone bench, stark naked. His penis throbbed erect, as a mortal woman slid her mouth up and down the shaft. She was also blindfolded, but topless, with her wrists attached to restraints anchored to the far corners of the room that met the ceiling. Her lower torso was covered in chains that attached to the base of the bench.

The room was filled with slurping and euphoric gasps from the two creatures being pleasured. This happened rhythmically, with no other sounds from the two servicing their masters.

“Have you heard the latest rumor, Azerax?” asked the succubus. “His dreadlordship has begun collecting souls again.”

“Is that so?” replied the incubus, thrusting the woman’s head deep into his crotch as his dark grey wings fluttered. Her tits bobbed up and down each time her head “It is just like you to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“No. That’s what we have these cretins for,” she replied, shoving the man’s face into her cooch. “MORE TONGUE this time…” The man's head slowly rose and fell as she stroked her long nails through his hair. Beads of sweat glistened down and dripped from his chin and the tips of her teats.

The incubus inclined, his interest piqued. “What do you know, Mezoria?” he growled.

“I know,” she began, as she wrapped her tail around the man’s raw, exposed member. “That his tome has been discovered yet again in the moral realm.” The man squirmed, and she immediately held his head in place with both of her hands.

“This is the same tome that gives them all the trouble, the one that seals their fate?” asked the incubus as he pulled the woman away from him suddenly with his bulging arms, revealing her nether regions. She gasped for air, grabbing her breasts. The incubus then quickly he thrust her down onto his cock, as onto a pike. She moaned at the sudden sensation.

“One and the same,” the succubus replied. “Someone’s using it again… and that means more damned souls will trickle down to these debauched depths, if we’re lucky.”

A snickering laugh was heard coming from just outside the chamber entryway and a small imp scurried into the room. He was also naked, a pale, grimy orange with long pointed ears and a large, round nose. Most surprising was his dick, which swayed before him hard as ever, and three times larger than what would be expected for his size.

“Oh Devils,” the succubus lamented, “What’s he doing here?” She began to pleasure her right breast with her free hand, keeping one hand firmly pressed against her captive’s skull.

“Where did you get that pecker, Diminutio?” the incubus laughed moving ever faster against the woman with his genitals, “And are you willing to loan it out?!”

The imp smiled toothily, placing both his hands proudly upon his large member. He then eyed the succubus, with a glint in his eye. “No, but I would be willing to let you touch it while Mezoria gives me a show!”

“Insolence!” yelled the succubus, thrashing her tail suddenly and striking the imp’s cock. He recoiled, squealing in pain, retreating a few steps. A small spade shaped welt formed where the tail had lashed.

“No need for that, mistress…” the imp snarled, then, turning to the incubus saying, “Perhaps you could share your spoils?”

“Why don’t you ask your uncle,” the incubus shot back, sarcastically. “Oh right… you two aren’t particularly close, are you?”

The incubus finished with the woman, violently breaking her chains as he pulled her body close one last time as he climaxed.

“No,” replied the imp. “He doesn’t much care for me.”

“I can’t imagine why,” said the succubus under her breath.

“Well, hold on Mez,” the incubus replied. “Our diminutive fiend, here, might be of some use, yet. He travels between the worlds, albeit in a form more suited to peeping. Isn’t that right, imp?!”

The imp nodded affirmatively, slowly and cautiously moving closer to the two more powerful demons.

“And if your information is correct...” he stated, eyeing the succubus.

“Do you have reason to doubt me?” asked the succubus, doe eyed and puckered.

“Always,” replied the incubus, before continuing. “Then his uncle’s book, now opened, presents us with all manner of possibilities. We would do well to have someone like Diminutio, here, scouting out potential prey on our behalf. It makes the procuring part all the easier once they arrive. Besides, how much longer are we going to these poor souls?”

By now, the human woman lay limp on the floor, her outstretched body still twitching from a diabolically induced orgasm.

“I do grow bored with this one” the succubus conceded, tossing him aside. He staggered to the ground, panting. “They are pathetic, aren’t they!?”

“I would take them,” whispered the imp, “If you do not wish to…”

“No!!” both of the others yelled immediately in unison.

“No, my dear,” repeated the succubus in sweet, sultry tones. She strutted over to the imp and grabbed his large cock between her hands, pressing her light red bosom up against his chest. “We need you to do something even better.”

With his dick in a vice grip, the imp was to do anything but listen to their petition.

“We want you,” continued the incubus, now, “To collect souls on our behalf. I’ll give you my strength.”

“And I’ll give you my powers of seduction,” added the succubus. “Just do the dark ritual when you find someone worthy of us. We’ll listen and assent.”

The incubus nodded in agreement.

The imp was a bit puzzled. Never before had he been given a second thought by these two. He knew it was only because of the special relationship that being the nephew of Mephisto now afforded, but this feeling of power was intoxicating. Knowing that he had their attention, he wanted more.

“No,” he said, putting his foot down. “I want both of you to do something for me if I agree to this. I risk much going to the mortal realm.”

The incubus and succubus glanced at each other nervously, but said nothing.

“For one hour of the eternal night that burns unceasing in the hearts of the damned, I will have you, Mezoria. All to myself. You will do whatever I ask.”

The succubus did not flinch.

“And you, Azerax, will be my personal bodyguard whenever the other demons come around again, picking on me.”

The incubus suppressed a smirk. He turned to the succubus and shrugged. The wailing of tortured souls subsided momentarily, and all that could be heard echoing down the long hallway was the slow crackling of hellfire.

“Well,” said the imp. “Do you accept my terms?”