Succubus Sabbatical Chapter 2

'Threeunion'

Lenalyssaria lingered in the arched doorway. One hand fidgeted with the braided cloth-of-gold belt cinched over her pristine, flowing white robe. She watched as Frazien scribbled madly for a few moments, leaned back to examine his figures, then looked up with a forlorn expression.

“It's not adding up,” he complained pitifully, “how is this possible?”

Alyssa shook her head, trying to project a lot more sympathy than she felt.

“Just have one of Metatron's number crunchers take a look at it.” she suggested.

“What? No! We have to keep this quiet. If I asked one of them to help, and then they kicked it up the ladder, one of the supervisory seraphim would be blaming these bad numbers on me. Never mind that I didn't collect the data. I'd be... I'd be...” Frazien trailed off, eyes going distant with horror.

“In deep shit?” Alyssa offered.

“What?”

“Waste. Filth. Excreta.” Alyssa clarified.

“Oh,” Frazien pulled a sour face, “Then yes. In deep excreta.”

“Hmm... I'd like to help, but I have time off coming up. Just have to file a few census reports and I'm out of here.”

“How'd you manage that?”

“Applied for it about this time last year.” Alyssa explained. “You should go ask Ephiriel to help. She likes you.”

Frazien suddenly became very attentive.

“She does? Did she say something?”

Alyssa smiled sadly. Poor Frazien. Always with his head down in the scrolls.

“Take her some candied apricots. Ask her about her architecture work.” Alyssa started to turn, then paused. “And lose that thing on your head first.”

Frazien frowned.

“It's a beret. I got it on Earth.”

“You should have left it on Earth. It looks silly stuck between your head and your halo.” She gave a conciliatory smile. “Try to loosen up a little. Good luck. I'll come by when I get back.”

“Very well. Thank you. Have a pleasant time, Lenalyssaria.” Frazien called after her as she waved and stepped out into the hallway.

“Later, Frazien.”

As she strode down the broad hallway, she pulled a face. Ever since that fateful visit to Limbo, she had grown accustomed to thinking of herself as Alyssa. Hearing her own full name now, it seemed clunky and vaguely annoying.

Mentally shifting gears, she considered what, if anything, she should take with her on her trip. She walked on for a few minutes, took a flight of stairs down, rounded a corner, and arrived at her own office. After gathering the reports she needed to file, she tidied up the already sparse and orderly work paraphernalia. She lifted a pale blue velveteen messenger bag from where she had left it next to her desk and brought the strap up over her head. Finally, she whispered a few eldritch syllables, dispelling the magical light-projecting globe that hung in the air up near the ceiling before stepping out onto the balcony.

She paused there and turned so that she had room to manifest her vast, frost white wings through the broad opening in the back of her robe. After flexing her feathered appendages a few times, she stepped to the gap in the railing and pitched forward. Holding tight to her reports, she waited to pick up a little velocity before opening her wings and banking back up.

Her ears were filled with the sounds of the wind in her feathers and the rapid flutter-flapping of her robe as she angled herself against the air currents. Her three-foot mane of blond locks trailed back in a chaotic, whipping tail. Squinting her eyes as she passed through a wisp of cloud, she soon spotted the North Tower.

There was a balcony which ringed the entire tower up near the top, but the clerk's office where she needed to file her reports was several floors down. Instead of having to descend several flights of stairs, she opted to circle around to the other side and use one of the smaller balconies further down. After circling the tower a couple of times, canting her wings to cause some drag and lower her speed, she banked up directly over the most convenient balcony. With a last gentle flutter, she settled, bending her knees slightly as her bare feet touched down on the sun-warmed stone.

Alyssa folded her wings back out of existence, leaving a few stark white feathers for the wind to pull out into the sky, and did what she could to tame her hair before entering. Inside, the Records Division was busy, but quiet, as always. The background noise of the place was the scritching of pens, the shuffling of papers, the creak of desk chairs, and the faint susurration of filing drawers sliding on well oiled casters. Familiar with the building by now, she threaded her way through the sea of desks and cork boards and filing cabinets, and took a curving stair down. At the first landing she turned and stepped through an arch over which was carved REPOSITORY.

The Repository took up several floors, and Alyssa was fairly certain that these floors were bigger on the inside than they were on the outside. She didn't know much about what Ephiriel and the other architects of Heaven got up to – non-Euclidean geometry and Escher-loops and who knows what – and she preferred it that way. What she did know was just enough to keep from getting lost in the vast network of warehouse-like vaults that held seemingly endless records on pretty much everything 'under the sun.'

It took a few minutes to make her way to the proper storeroom, then a couple more minutes to track down one of the clerks who kept the keys to the file drawers. Alyssa always felt dubious about the need for locks on anything in Heaven, but nobody asked her for input on the matter.

After filing her reports and making her way back through the Records Department, she stopped out on the balcony. She opened her messenger bag and checked the contents, thought, and decided she had what she needed. No need to stop off at home. Satisfied with that, she made sure the flap on the bag was secured before again manifesting her wings and taking a leisurely dive off the balcony.

As she soared and glided further from the sprawling, castle-like structure which she usually thought of simply as 'work,' she gradually changed course. Certain orders of angels had powers allowing a sort of near-instant teleportation, but even if Alyssa had possessed this ability, she would have had to make a couple stops. The teleportation didn't work across planes. As it was, she would have to fly out to a particular portal which allowed direct passage into Limbo. An easy, half hour flight would be a nice way to unwind after being cooped up working on the census reports for the past couple of weeks straight.

* * *

A short while later, Alyssa was gliding up over mountain ridges, taking her time. She wanted to dip in low on the wooded side of the old camp site where Reika's cabin stood, avoiding notice if possible. She liked the idea of surprising the succubus again. Although, from what little she knew of the demoness, Reika was exactly the sort who would show up late anyhow.

Focusing on the present again, she found a decent sized boulder that looked stable and was reasonably close to her destination, allowing her to land without having to rise over the treetops to scan the area. Folding her wings away again, she hopped down from the boulder.

After glancing around, just in case, she set her messenger bag down and pulled, wiggled, and shimmied her robe off. Taking several items of clothing from the bag, she folded the robe up and stuffed it in their place. When she had finished donning her new attire, she lifted the bag again and made her way to the camp site.

Emerging from the copse of trees into the clear area around the cabin and the idyllic scene of pool and waterfalls, she saw no evidence of Reika's presence. She stood gazing out over the water for a few long moments, remembering, before striding over to the cabin. The door handle was a cut piece of branch held in place by pegs instead of nails. The door itself was held up by, and pivoted on, an ingenious if imperfect system involving wooden pegs and sets of little wooden ball bearings - or so Reika had proudly claimed while explaining the construction during their last meeting. Alyssa grasped the handle and gave an experimental tug.

The door dragged a bit along the bottom edge, but opened without incident. Alyssa stepped inside, then frowned as the door closed almost completely behind her. Reika really should have put a window in somewhere. Rather than curse the darkness, she reached a hand up to run her fingertips along her halo, pulling away a mote of glowing energy. She cast the mote lightly up into the air and spoke an arcane angelic command. The mote grew to the size of a softball as it rose to hover near the ceiling.

By the soft but sufficient light she took in the rustic interior of the cabin. The table and chairs were a bit dusty. There was a strong undertone of pine scent. Definitely no sign of any visitors for some time.

For a moment she considered stripping and laying on the table – after she had dusted it off, of course. To surprise Reika. She dismissed the idea. There was no telling how late the Hellspawn might be. And she would probably just-

Alyssa spun, flinching in surprise, as the door creaked open behind her. Confronted with the appearance of Reika, framed in the doorway, dripping wet and quite naked, she could do nothing but stare.

Then she felt a bit better when Reika startled, flinching just as hard as she had.

“Holy Hell, you surprised me.” the demoness smiled foolishly, pressing a hand to her chest.

Covering her own surprise and irritation with bluster, Alyssa widened her stance and put her hands on her hips.

“Good,” she declared, scowling, “You're late. This place hasn't been dusted in ages and you're... dripping.”

“Oh. Yeah, er... I mean, no. I've been here a while. I just thought, since I was early, I'd take a little dip. And then I saw these really pretty stones on the bottom and, um, guess I lost track of time.” Reika explained, glancing off to one side, “Heh. Sorry about that.”

Ah, so, she had failed to notice the Hellspawn's presence because she had been cavorting well under the pool's surface, Alyssa realized.

“Well, never mind now.” Alyssa's demeanor softened somewhat, her eyes drifting up and down the other woman's body. “Wait. Out of curiosity, do you ever actually wear any clothes?”

“Of course. When I'm on Earth, working. Humans are funny. You know, they often find a woman more interesting and tempting if she's wearing certain clothes than they do if she's naked.”

Alyssa, whose main knowledge of humans was as statistics, arched an eyebrow doubtfully.

“You're sure it's not the clothing they find interesting?” she asked without thinking.

“No, I'm pretty sure.” Reika laughed. “Speaking of... I thought you lot always wore big white bed sheets and gold. This is better.”

Alyssa looked down at herself. She wore a pale blue skirt of thin material and a button up blouse of similar hue. The blouse had a deep V-neck, and she had done up only the top few buttons, knotting the rest below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare.

“They're robes, not sheets. And they're standard attire for angels. As for this outfit... I know someone who brings things back from Earth – as novelties. He trades them off for favors. It seems the clothing is quite popular among younger angels. And he said this combination would suit me.”

“Favors, huh?” Reika quipped, but in a distracted tone. “See, this is what I was talking about. Your old robes didn't do you any favors.”

She moved a bit closer, letting the door ease shut behind her.

“And I've seen you naked, which is very nice, but kills some of the element of curiosity. But this,” she raised her hands to gesture vaguely, indicating Alyssa's artfully contained assets, “Humans would find this impressively hard to ignore.”

Alyssa tossed her hair dismissively.

“I'm not trying to impress humans.”

Reika inched closer still. Close enough to bring her hands up and graze the angel's sides with her pointy nails. She tipped her head back enough to meet Alyssa's eyes. She wore a mischievous smirk. When she spoke, it was in her best seductive whisper.

“Oh? Was this to impress little old me, then?”

Still holding the angel's eyes with her own, she raised her eyebrows and affected a cross between a pout and a smile.

Between the faint tickling of Reika's nails on her bare skin, the closeness of her, and the eye contact, Alyssa parted her lips to speak, but failed to do so. She shivered, feeling her nipples begin to harden. Her heartbeat sped up a notch.

Not waiting for her to find her tongue, Reika rose on her toes and kissed her. It lasted just long enough for their lips to seal, and for the brash Hellspawn to dart her slick, sinuous tongue between Alyssa's lips.

Alyssa made a surprised sound, looking faintly flustered, but made no complaint. Reika settled back on her heels. She pinched the fabric of the skirt between a thumb and forefinger.

“Well, your friend was right. It worked.” Reika met her eyes again. “It shows off your sexy bits, but it holds some back. The color matches your eyes and goes nicely against all that pale skin – and all this.”

She raised her hands to thread her fingers back into Alyssa's hair, letting herself inch forward so that their bodies met in the process. Alyssa allowed herself a smile, raising her hands to Reika's sides. She enjoyed the feeling as cool droplets of water from Reika's breasts soaked through her blouse.

“So... miss me while you were bobbing around up in the clouds?” the demoness twirled a sheaf of blond hair around a finger.

“Mm, we have strict work schedules, unlike your kind, so I've been rather busy,” Alyssa raised her chin to look down her nose in mock derision before adding; “But you may have crossed my mind... once or twice.”

“Hmph,” Reika smirked knowingly, “Poor Blondie. Good thing I had time to dream up all sorts of fun distractions for both of us.”

Alyssa tipped her head down to nuzzle her face against Reika's neck, picking up droplets from the demoness' damp crimson hair. Reika rolled her head sharply the other way, not wanting to complain, but also very definitely not wanting to come into contact with her lover's dimly glowing halo.

“This fun you dreamed up. I suppose it's all in the same vein as the fun we had last time I was here?” the angel asked.

“Well, yeah. Lotsa sex, obviously. But if there are gonna be huge sheathed cocks, this time we're putting them in your ass.”

“As I recall,” Alyssa began, “you were the one bragging about-”

“Yeah, but then you kept swelling the closer you got to blowing your load,” Reika interrupted, “which was a whole other thing. I'm a succubus, and I couldn't walk right for two days.”

Alyssa grinned, cheeks growing warm.

“Alright, yes, in principal that would only be fair.” she allowed. “But there's no way in Heaven something that size would fit in my ass.”

“No reason you have to shoot for size queen right away anyhow.” Reika agreed amiably.

“'Size queen?' Oof. What a thought.” Alyssa kissed the side of Reika's neck before straightening up to look at her.

“So, knowing you, I understand the lack of clothes. Did you really not bring anything at all?” she asked.

“Well, no,” the demoness answered, unconcerned, “But I did think-”

She stopped when, from outside, there came two loud cracking sounds in rapid succession. These were followed very closely by a jarring thump as something impacted the outside of the left wall of the cabin. Both women looked up, surprised. Then at each other.

“Oh, shit.” Reika said, apparently just remembering something.

“'Oh, shit?' What did you do now?” Alyssa demanded.

“Uh, heh,” Reika hesitated, smiling lamely, “I can explain, but we should check on that.”

Turning, she opened the door and took Alyssa's hand to lead her out. Resisting her curiosity and the urge to complain, Alyssa followed around the corner to the side of the cabin. There, sitting at the base of the wall, was a small humanoid individual rubbing a scuffed elbow. Noticing the audience, the newcomer looked up and flashed a rueful smile.

“Hey Reika. Blondie.” she muttered in greeting. Her voice was high and clear.

“Hey Simi. Not watching where you were going?”

While Reika returned the greeting, Alyssa stood silent, unsure how to react. She studied the little woman as she dusted herself off and stood. Some relative of Reika's maybe. She boasted skin a brighter red than Reika's burnished cinnamon, and black hair – straight and shoulder length with bangs. Said bangs parted over either side of her brow, to fall around the small black horns which stood out from her forehead. Her face was unlined, bearing fine, delicate features, which together made it hard to guess her age. Like Alyssa and Reika she wore nothing on her feet, and in doing so stood only five feet tall.

The little demoness wore a loose fitting black knit sweater, which hung to halfway down her thighs, and clinging black tights. She also wore a large leather satchel which hung from shoulder straps against her body in the front. Alyssa supposed she had flown in, the way Reika and Alyssa herself had, though she showed no evidence of possessing wings now.

The newcomer glowered in response to Reika's question while absently rubbing one of her forearms.

“I was flying in over the treetops and the wind kicked up.” she sighed, guessing how Reika would react, but continued, “The tip top of a tree brushed my leg and I kinda lost focus. Next thing, I was tipped off balance and... crash landed. And because my luck is what it is, I was saved from hitting the ground. By your cabin.”

Alyssa smiled at the dark sarcasm despite her reservations about a third party showing up unannounced. Reika managed to restrain herself to a brief sputter of laughter.

“So that was you hitting the wall?” Alyssa's smile became a frown of concern, having just put together the seriousness of the implication. “And you're not injured?”

“Oh, Simi's super resilient.” Reika explained before the smaller demon could speak for herself.

Simi gave Reika a look before turning to Alyssa and extending a hand.

“Alyssa, right? I'm Simiel. Friends with this one since back in school. She talks about you.”

“And you're not afraid to meet an angel?” Alyssa asked, hesitantly taking the offered hand in her own. It was small and warm, and lacked the pointed nails Reika normally favored.

Simiel tipped her head back to better look Alyssa in the eyes, raising her eyebrows and smiling. With the difference in heights and the shade of the cabin, Alyssa only then noticed a few details of Simiel's appearance. One was that amongst her perfectly aligned and brilliantly white teeth were two very pointy canines. The other things she noticed were to do with Simiel's eyes. They were golden. All gold, but for the pupils, which were slitted like a cat's. In her surprise and fascination, Alyssa forgot to release the hand she held.

“At first I thought you probably weren't even real. But then she went into so much detail...” Simiel's smile became a smirk.

“Detail...” Alyssa was slow to follow, having been distracted by those strange golden eyes.

Then Simiel cut her eyes down to Alyssa's chest and the heavenly cleavage on display there. Glancing down, the angel quickly caught up. Trying not to blush again, she shot Reika an accusatory look.

“Really?”

Reika put on a sheepish smile, not even attempting to pull off repentant.

“I'm a succubus. What did you think I would gossip about?”

“Huh.” Alyssa arched an eyebrow, then turned her attention back to Simiel. Realizing she was still holding the little woman's hand, she gave a gentle squeeze before letting go. “Er, pleased to meet you, I suppose.”

“Likewise.” Simiel gave her another vampy smile.

“Shall we go inside? You could set down your pack and relax. Recover from your landing.” Alyssa suggested.

“Hmp,” Simi looked amused. “Reika said you had a good sense of humor for an uppity Heavenborn.”

“Oh, did she?” Alyssa turned and led the way back around to the door.

Once inside the cabin, Simiel deposited her pack on the floor to one side of the door. She copped a squat and dug about in the pack. While she began drawing out items, Alyssa herded Reika over next to the table and leaned in close to give her a stern whispering to.

“You invited another succubus? Are you trying to get caught?” she hissed.

“Oh, Simi's not a succubus. She's a low level first responder in the legions of Duke Zaleos. As Dukes of Hell go, he's not bad, by the way. Pacifist, if you can believe it. And handsome. Likes bringing men and women together, so a lot of his people end up doing work similar to what we do as succubi – minus the soul sucking. That's why Simi and I were in a lot of the same classes back in school.”

Interested despite her annoyance, Alyssa sighed.

“First responder?” she asked.

“Oh, that means when some novice magician, or shaman, or some kid who found a forbidden grimoire in the attic decides to try summoning a demon for the first time, she's one of the first in line to actually answer the summons. Actual Dukes and Kings of Hell don't answer summons unless it's from someone important or useful.”

“Ah.” Alyssa nodded, absorbing it all. “Right. Still, you could have consulted with me about the idea first. What if I wasn't comfortable involving another... person? Especially one I've never met.”

“Well,” Reika pouted, “It was supposed to be a surprise. I might've sorta lost track of the fact that you're an angel. Are you? Not comfortable, I mean?”

Alyssa pursed her lips, glanced back at Simiel, who rose and turned toward the two, cradling a jumble of items in her arms.

“She's cute... in a slightly scary sort of way. Seems nice enough. She puts up with you.”

Reika smiled and nodded, then made an indignant noise at the last bit.

Joining them, Simiel tumbled her armload onto the table.

“I came prepared. 'Cause I know how dependable this one is.” she tipped her head in Reika's general direction, setting her hair cascading. “We've got Gatorade, vodka – which thankfully survived my landing, stuff to make S'mores, Pringles, coconut oil, bloodfruit, condiments, and assorted sandwiches – including pb&j, since I wasn't sure if angels are allowed to eat meat.”

Alyssa blinked, then turned a smile on Reika.

“She's growing on me.” the angel remarked.

“I had a feeling she would.” Reika replied. “And we haven't even gotten to the fun stuff yet.”

“Indeed.” Alyssa chuckled. She considered the spread of food and drinks on the table. “At the risk of sounding backwards,” she addressed Simiel, “I'm not familiar with... most of the things you listed.”

“Oh. Of course,” the demoness rolled her eyes as if this should have been obvious, “you don't spend time on Earth. Let's see...”

She proceeded to explain the various human-produced items.

“And bloodfruit. That's from Hell. You probably wouldn't like it.” she finished.

“Ah. Fair enough.” Alyssa nodded. “What about this... coconut oil?”

Simi and Reika both smiled.

“That's to use as an edible lubricant.”

“Oh.” Alyssa said after a pause. “That was a thoughtful addition.”

“It's also good for massage.” Simiel added.

“Ooh, yeah, you gotta let Simi give you a rub-down later. She's a real expert.” Reika enthused, moving to mold herself to Alyssa's back and wrap her arms about the angel's middle. “But for now, is anyone hungry, or are you two ready to get to know each other?”

“Uh... yeah, if-” Alyssa began, sounding uncertain. This time she was beginning to feel like she really was in over her head.

“Don't worry, Beautiful, we can take it nice and slow.” Simiel inched closer, tipping her head to gaze up at the angel from under the edge of her bangs. “You'd be surprised how often I hook up with humans who have even less experience than you.”

Alyssa was, by turns, thankful for the understanding, embarrassed and a little intimidated about her lack of experience, and aroused, as the little demoness came to press herself against her front, just as Reika was pressed to her back. The angel bowed her head to follow those strangely captivating golden eyes. She inhaled slowly, holding very still, as Simiel reached up to slide delicate hands along her jaw and cheeks to cradle her face. They both blinked when Reika spoke up.

“She was really excited to meet you. Never seen an angel up close before.”

Simiel frowned and rolled her aureate eyes.

“Actually, I think she might have a thing for blondes, too. She mostly answers calls in Southeast Asia and Japan, so-”

Alyssa wasn't sure, but she thought the color of Simiel's cheeks was darkening.

“You still haven't learned when to shut up?” the little demoness stood on her toes to complain to Reika over the angel's shoulder.

“Nope.” Reika beamed back.

With Simiel so close for the moment, Alyssa reached a hand up to test the point of one of her little horns with one alabaster fingertip. Simiel rolled her eyes up, as if she might be able to see what the angel was doing. She felt the finger touch her forehead after trailing down her horn, then proceed down to gently tap the tip of her nose. Simi blinked when Alyssa emitted a soft, restrained laugh, and realized that she had just made herself go cross-eyed.

Simiel smiled, feeling a little silly, but not minding. Deciding that they had done enough breaking the ice, so to speak, she took Alyssa's hand and began backing to the door.

“Come on. Reika was telling me the other day about how she cultivated that soft moss and got it to grow out from around the pool. Let's see how soft it is.”

While Alyssa followed, Reika hung back a moment to scoop up the jar of coconut oil and a bottle of Gatorade from the table. As an afterthought, she dug out a marshmallow and popped it into her mouth.

There were pine needles and leaves strewn about, but when she looked for it, Alyssa realized that Simi was right. Reika had stopped by at some point since their last meeting here and cleared some of the ground surrounding the rocky lip of the pool. Through magic or more mundane methods, she had extended the soft, thick moss that grew at the water's edge out to cover the ground in a lush green carpet.

Alyssa drew up short when Simi abruptly stopped.

“One sec. I'll clear a spot for us.”

The little demon raised her hands and began to murmur garbled arcane syllables. It sounded different from what angels used, but it was clearly magic. As she recited the incantation, the air around Simiel's head seemed to darken, as if she were cast in darker shade. Her horns became so dark they seemed to be holes in reality. The cloud of darkness forming around her head made it all the more noticeable when her eyes briefly shone like lamps when she finished her spell.

Bringing one hand up to her face, Simi blew a breath through her splayed fingers. Her breath spawned tiny whirlwinds which spun forth, pulling up the leaves and detritus that covered the mossy ground. The dustdevils wove their way to a rock face thirty feet off, slowly dying down and dropping their collected culch as they neared it. A few stray leaves fluttered down, but otherwise the ground was clear where the winds had passed.

“Uh, w-well done.” Alyssa commented, watching the strange dimness which had gathered around the demoness' head evaporate.

“Showing off, huh?” Reika teased, stopping and setting the oil and her drink down at the edge of the newly cleared area.

“She's just jealous because Succubi don't have much for magic beyond their shape-changing stuff.” Simiel stage whispered to Alyssa.

Alyssa smiled, then continued watching Simi, as the little woman nonchalantly crossed her arms and took hold of her sweater to pull it up and off. Her attention was first absorbed by the small, pert breasts capped with nipples and areola of a dark purple hue. Next she noticed a tiny heart-cut diamond on a naval piercing. Then her attention was stolen away when something uncoiled from Simiel's waist. What Alyssa had originally taken for a sort of belt or piping at the waistline of the demoness' tights turned out to be a narrow three-foot tail. As the appendage swayed out away from Simi's body, it was revealed to end in a fleshy, ridged spade shape.

Noticing the angel's attention, Simi took a few steps forward into the area she had just cleared. Glancing over a shoulder, she slowly bent forward and down at the waist, as if to touch her toes. Instead of reaching down, however, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her tights and slid them, ever so slowly, over her ass and down her thighs. As she bent lower, the delicate crimson cleft of her sex appeared between those thighs. Tail lazily swishing back and forth above this brazen display, Simi lingered, enjoying Alyssa's rapt attention for a moment before stepping out of the tights and tossing them toward the spot where Reika had left the jar of oil and her Gatorade.

Meanwhile Reika sauntered over. Hating to waste an opportunity, she rubbed her hands together, then laid a sharp slap upside one of Simi's tight cheeks. Alyssa winced as Simiel gave a surprised cry. The latter spat a string of obscenities at Reika, but both of the now naked demons were smiling, so probably this was fairly normal behavior for the two.

Brazen, devil may care behavior was not the sort of thing an angel normally got up to. Alyssa had gotten the chance to indulge in it a bit during her last visit, when she first met Reika, but it remained mostly new and uncertain ground for her. Still, for all her teasing, Reika was genuinely friendly. Since they had gotten to know each other a little bit, the succubus had happily accepted her, halo and all, despite the supposed bloody history of animosity between their respective camps. And, well... The demon women seemed to have so much fun.

It wasn't as if she were some archangel, to be passing judgment or smiting the unrighteous. She compiled data and filed reports. Before this time last year, she hadn't even realized that she was, by human (and apparently also demon) standards, exceptionally attractive. And now, watching the two Hellspawn happily showing off their birthday suits, she felt a renewed urge to set aside her modesty and hesitation.

Acting on that urge, she started by untying the knot in her blouse, then moving her hands up to work the few buttons holding the garment together over her bosom. Reika was first to notice. When she ceased her end of the banter, Simi turned to follow her gaze. Alyssa cast her blouse aside. While she lowered her hands behind her to pull the tails of the bow holding her skirt up, she tipped her chin up, gazing off at the cloudless sky as if unaware of her audience.

She managed to keep up the act, looking every bit the beautiful, statuesque, aloof angel as her skirt fell to gather around her ankles. Then, as Alyssa stood there in baby blue lace panties and bra, Reika stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled a series of sharp notes which even Alyssa recognized as suggestive. She ran a hand back into her hair and laughed with the joy of feeling silly and sexy, and of being among friends.

Stepping out of her skirt and padding over, she mimed a kiss to Reika – who watched curiously, but stopped in front of Simiel. She pulled skeins of her long golden hair forward over either shoulder and leaned in close.

“So, now that you have a blond... who is an angel... what are you going to do with her?” she whispered.

Simiel wasted no time in tipping her head up and crushing her mouth to Alyssa's. Her hot little tongue quested between their parted lips, teasing, tasting faintly of something... pomegranate perhaps, but sweeter. While the two moaned softly into the kiss, Reika moved around behind Alyssa. After planting a line of kisses from the base of her neck out to one shoulder, Reika employed one hand in expertly undoing the clasp holding together the angel's bra.

She drew the undergarment from her otherwise occupied lover and cast it aside. Slipping her arms around Alyssa, she brought her hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing before finding her nipples and giving them a hard pinch.

Alyssa's cry of surprise was muffled against Simiel's mouth. She drew back, moving her own hands to cover Reika's. Realizing why she had broken the kiss, Simi licked her lips and smiled her mischievous smile.

“Huh. What am I going to do with you?” she remembered Alyssa's teasing whispers. “Let's start with...”

Trailing off, she moved the hands on the angel's left breast down enough to press her lips to the soft flesh, engulfing Alyssa's stiffened nipple. As she began to suck and nibble, she curled her tail forward between her own legs, to find the angel's long pale thighs and glide up between them. Alyssa gasped as the heart-shaped end of Simi's tail pressed firmly upward against the blue lace covering her crotch.

“Oh... What-?” the angel broke off with a lusty moan.

Continuing to tease and torment via the tip of her tail, Simi relinquished her oral hold on Alyssa's breast.

“Perks of having a tail, Beautiful.” She explained. “And it gets better.”

“Ooh, you're gonna love this.” Reika piped up.

After that unsolicited two cents, she lowered herself to her knees, trailing her nails down Alyssa's back before working the angel's panties down. Simiel's tail flicked out of the way, then curled back up again.

“Um...” Alyssa stepped out of her underwear with Reika's help. “Mm, it's so warm.” she observed when the end of Simi's tail again covered her mound.

“Yeah, but that's not what I meant.” Simiel boasted. “This is what I was talking about.”

To Alyssa's great surprise – and pleasure – Simi's tail started up a twitching which developed into a vibration that would put a rattle snake to shame. And if that weren't enough, the little she-devil began moving the buzzing spade back and forward. Shifting it's angle to glide the very tip up against her clit before sliding it back over her mound.

“God.” Alyssa gasped, at which both her demonic lovers giggled.

Struck with the sudden intensity of sensation, the angel began to shift backward, but found Reika, still squatting behind, holding her in place. And naturally the succubus didn't waste much time just watching and listening. Instead she indulged her own proclivities while adding to the torturous pleasure Alyssa was forced to endure. With a quick bit of common transformative magic, she caused her sadistically pointed nails to shrink back and round off before raising her right hand palm up between Alyssa's legs. When she had worked two fingers into her lover's sopping folds, she nuzzled her face in to tongue the quivering pucker behind.

Simi spared a moment to just watch the effect of all this on the tall blond beauty before slipping a hand down to work a finger along her own slit. Alyssa's relative inexperience, innocence, and vulnerability colored every gasp and moan. She was completely overcome, and her genuine helplessness against the pleasure was like an aphrodisiac to the little demoness.

“That's it, Blondie. Don't hold back now. Cum for me.” she urged, voice taking on a faint hiss.

After which she put her mouth to work, this time on Alyssa's right breast. It was scant moments later that the fireworks of the angel's first orgasm exploded through her nervous system. She would have been embarrassed had she been aware of how loudly she cried out before falling silent again as she peaked.

Meanwhile Reika pumped her fingers in and out faster and faster until, with a squirt of fluids, Alyssa's spasming walls clamped down on them. Her hand was feeling a little funny from all the vibrations, but she nonetheless smiled - both with arousal and with satisfaction at a job well done- and dipped her face to lick at the juices running down her forearm. The next thing she knew, she was shifting to help support Alyssa as the angel's legs went weak and began to buckle.

Probably not really aware she was doing it, Alyssa had brought her hands to rest on Simi's head. The demoness enjoyed an intense full body shiver as she listened to the angel's cries. Feeling herself nearing the edge, she knew that she could push herself over and cum as well, if she wanted to. But over the years she had developed a taste for edging – delaying her own gratification to increase arousal and the intensity of the eventual release. So she slowed her own fingers and instead continued to work her tail over the angel's sex, expertly coaxing her to a second orgasm and enjoying the gorgeous spectacle of Alyssa caught in the throes of mind-breaking ecstasy.

By the time she had come down from that second climax, Alyssa was the nearly limp middle slice in an angel-demon sandwich. The two responsible for her state held her close, as they had done before, but this time they were helping keep her from dropping onto the moss in a dripping, undignified heap.

“Oh... my. You kept going.” Alyssa managed when she began to come back to herself.

“Don't worry. We'll have something to drink and rest for a bit before we start again.” Reika spoke in a comforting tone as she lowered herself and Alyssa to sit on the mossy ground.

“There's more?” Alyssa asked, still sounding a little punchy.

Simiel, who had begun padding over to retrieve the Gatorade Reika had brought out, stopped and looked back. She drew the attention of the other two when she failed to stifle her own laughter.

“Sorry B- Er, Alyssa. I should've considered that taking it nice and slow might not mean the same thing for an angel that it does for a couple of naughty sex demons.”

Alyssa gave her a faintly bashful smile and drew her hair back from her face.

“Yes, well... that was new. I, um,” she held Simi's eyes and arched an eyebrow, “I'm not complaining.”