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For the first time in centuries, she stirred.
…before me…
She heard a faint voice from somewhere far beyond her eternal realm. Still half-asleep, she couldn’t think of where it came from. When it occurred to her, she grinned to herself.
“A summoning!” She laughed.
No mortal had called upon her aid for a long time. She had tired of waiting and gone to sleep, but now it seemed the mortal realm had finally returned to the old ways.
She sat up and stretched her six arms as she spread her mighty wings. Every one of her thirty fingers flexed, the vicious brass claws at the end of each one shining as brightly as ever. She reached her upper arms out to touch her iron horns and felt that they were presentable. The golden ornaments that hung from them displayed her rank and power. All with the knowledge to summon her would know they marked her as a Princess of Hell. Her perfect breasts hung heavy and pendulous from her chest but had maintained their full and attractive shape in the intervening eons. Her twin penises hung just below them, thick, erect, and banded with rings of purest gold. As a demon of lust and virility, she was perpetually hard and ready to grant a boon to all who summoned her.
She flexed her legs and felt her hoofed feet collide with something unexpected. She pulled her breasts apart with her middle pair of arms and moved her cocks aside with the lower pair so she could see what lay beneath her. Her confident beauty was spoiled somewhat by a look of total astonishment. Her balls had swollen as she slept. Unable to dispense her blessings during her long rest, her royal testicles had filled and grown to contain her blessings.
“This won’t do,” she hissed.
She raised two of her hands to summon a legion of succubi to tend to her needs but was interrupted as a voice from beyond her realm rang out again. It was stronger and more commanding this time.
I summon thee, Bashan, to appear before me!
She felt a pull and knew she couldn’t resist. The terms of the contract had been met, and she was bound to appear before the conjurer. The scents of incense and fragrant oils invaded her chamber. A gold dish filled with milk and a gold platter covered with fruit and freshly butchered meat atop a bed of yarrow flowers appeared beside her bed. The sacrifices were arriving, which meant she would be forced into the mortal world in a moment.
“Ugh, this is mortifying,” she whined. “At least let me put my face on first.”
She felt herself unceremoniously dragged out of her palace and into the noise and light of the mortal realm. Squinting in the unnaturally bright light, she saw a dim shadow moving in front of her. It looked like a rather tall and skinny male, but she was no good at telling male and female apart when it came to humans. Both were equally shapeless and boring in her opinion. She rose to her feet, or tried, and realized she was pinned by her massive testes. They spread out beneath her and made it impossible to stand without treading on them, so she remained in a reclining position. Done correctly, he would see her as imperious and haughty rather than helpless. Mortals were easy to fool and easier still to frighten.
“Who has summoned a Princess of Hell?”
“ Princess ?”
The mortal sounded incensed and confused. He had clearly expected something else. Bashan sighed and rolled her eyes. This was hardly the first time this had happened. Due to mortals’ narrow and pitiful understanding of the demonic sexes, plenty of mortals working with a badly translated manuscript expected her to be a Prince of Hell. Why mortals thought a little thing like a pair of cocks made her a man, she would never understand.
“Did I screw up the conjuring?”
“No,” Bashan groaned, offended and annoyed by her first exposure to humanity in centuries. “You did everything right and got exactly who you asked for.”
“Liar!” The man shouted. “You won’t fool me. What are you, really? A succubus? Some sort of cambion?”
“I,” Bashan roared, bracing herself on all three of her right arms and sitting up a bit. “Am Bashan! Princess of Hell, Empress of the Iron Hall of Dis, First Consort of the Morning Star, and Slaker of Lust! Do not presume to insult me , mortal!”
Her gigantic balls twitched, producing a loud gurgling sound as her cocks produced twin spurts of colorless fluid. It splattered over the mortal’s floor and walls, sizzling and steaming with demonic heat. A strange, black, cubic object she could only assume was some new sort of alchemical device let off bright sparks of light upon contact with her royal emissions. She restrained herself from cursing the fool, as that would be a breach of contract and the Shining One would not be pleased. Great as she was, she had to defer to her Lord and Master’s command. In truth, she was His second consort, but they didn’t speak of the first or what she had done to displease Him so.
“The scribes were wrong, then?” The mortal said, his voice laced with barely controlled terror. “You are the Bashan?”
“Yes,” she snarled. “And if you make me repeat myself again, I will boil you alive in my very own seed.”
She could do no such thing, of course, but she hoped he didn’t know that. He had seen how hot her blessings burned within her. For the first time, he seemed to realize that she wasn’t just a pretty face. His gaze dropped below her breasts for the first time and fell upon the throbbing, gurgling masses of her testicles and the twin penises twitching in the cool air of the human world.
“What sort of demon are you?” He asked. “I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
“You haven’t summoned a lot of demons, then, have you?” Bashan snapped. “Beelzebub himself has tits twice the size of mine, but you wouldn’t dare call him a woman. Why should you call me a man? Baal has given birth to countless spawn; would you call him a woman?”
“I’ve never heard of anything like this in my life.”
He sounded surprised. Shocked, even. She narrowed her icy blue eyes at him and tapped her claws against the floor.
“Just how misinformed are the conjurers in your world these days? How could you expect a demon to fit into mortal ideas of what is masculine and what is feminine? We defy the Creator at every turn, you fool.”
The man sat down and looked at her as if his entire life had been a lie.
“What is it you want?” She demanded of him. “Despite your laughable ignorance, you managed to summon the likes of me, so consider yourself most fortunate.”
She considered herself just as fortunate. Humanity had grown so ignorant of her appearance that the man would never know that she was in a somewhat vulnerable state. If she could fulfill her side of the contract and return to the Iron Halls, she could have the succubi tend to her. She would have them milk her until she returned to a more natural state, then punish the indolent witches for failing to perform their duties while she slept.
“I hoped to learn more about sorcery,” the man said, looking just as lost as ever. “But now I’m wondering if my books were wrong about all of that as well.”
He looked around at the mess Bashan had made and saw the strange thing she had taken for an alchemical device coated in her viscous fluids.
“My computer…”
“On that note, I can offer some assistance,” Bashan said.
She rolled over and configured herself so the lower half of her legs and her cloven hooves could rest on top of her testicles as she leaned back against the wall. She hoped she looked relaxed, rather than immobilized.
“But if that’s what you wish of me, I require a more substantial sacrifice than the initial ones that summoned me here. Nothing is given freely, you know.”
“What do you want?”
She grinned, showing every one of her sharp teeth, and crossed her legs over her balls. Whether he knew what he was getting into or not, this was going to be exciting.
“Tell me, mortal, are you familiar with the Iron Bull’s Rite?”
He seemed to think it over for a moment and then shook his head.
“Are you a part of a proper coven, or a lone practitioner?”
“I used to be part of a sort of coven, I guess,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I left. They seemed to be more of a social club for sexual deviants than real witches.”
He looked uncomfortable talking about it for some reason, and Bashan licked her lips. Mortals were such idiots. Sexual congress was the key to plenty of arcane arts, especially among the demons that moved in her particular circles. Knowledge was offered in exchange for physical gratification, and—very occasionally—mortals were so greedy that an opportunity to bring a proper avatar into the world presented itself. Bashan hadn’t had one of those to play with since before Gilgamesh made a name for himself.
“Were the women in this coven of passable beauty?” She asked. “Or are you referring to a circle of crones?”
“There were some pretty good-looking women in the group,” the man said with a faraway look in his eye. “I thought I might have had a chance with one of them at one point.”
Bashan’s eyes gleamed as she gripped her one cock in her middle left hand and the other in her lower right one. She massaged her breasts with two other hands until a trickle of milk ran from each nipple. She ran the fingers of her upper hands through her hair and dragged the sharp brass talons over the skin of her face. Once she had luxuriated in the pleasure for a moment, she began to instruct him in the preparations for her rites.
“I will require two human females, both of childbearing age, and preferably younger than thirty. Both must be reasonably attractive, and I prefer the curvaceous type, just so you know. Should you find a pair that meet my standards, we can carry out my rite. Upon its completion, I will grant you a proper book of sorcery.”
A spurt of milk sprayed from her left nipple and she let out a short moan before biting her lower lip. She released one of her shafts and crooked a talon at him before returning it to stroke herself once more. The man nervously approached her, avoiding her enormous balls as they churned and spread out over the floor. A small dribble of precum was leaking from the tips of both of her cocks now, though it didn’t seem to be superheated like the earlier blasts that had made a mess of his room and ruined his computer.
“Sup at my breast, mortal,” she commanded. “And let us make a covenant together.”
She continued to knead at her breast and felt the milk running hot and fast down her chest to pool on the floor. She felt his lips clamp down onto her nipple and latch there, then he began to drink. She smiled wickedly, leaning her head back as her demonic seed and milk flowed out of her body in streams as endless as the river Styx.
Some time later, the man left to retrieve a pair of women that were suited for the rite. Though she had slept for so long, the summoning had woken her up before she was ready, and the travel between the realms had left her drained. Spending time in the human world always wore her down, so she allowed herself to sleep in the mortal’s home for a while. She was perfectly safe, of course. The covenant that now bound them together would keep him from trying to harm her in any way, and no other mortal possessed the protection from her wrath that the summoning granted him.
She awoke when he returned. She could sense someone was with him now, and she stirred from her rest, raising her head from the floor. She could hear voices, one lower one and two higher ones.
Has he returned with the women? She thought, licking her lips in anticipation. So soon? I must commend him for that.
“Where is she, John?” One of the higher voices said.
“I swear, if this is a prank or some wild trick to get us to sleep with you, I’ll hex you,” another voice threatened.
“Just head into my bedroom.”
That was the man’s voice. So his name was John. It seemed rather old-fashioned, but who was she to judge? Bashan sat up and unwrapped her wings from around her body. She wanted to be on full display when the mortals walked through. They needed to see her in all her demonic glory. She spread her enormous, batlike wings to help find her balance and planted her cloven hooves on the floor just above her scrotum, forcing herself to stand. Her balls still rested heavily on the floor below her, but she was at least on her feet. She assumed an imposing and dominant pose, clasping her lower wrists behind her back, crossing her middle arms beneath her breasts, and spreading her upper arms out to present herself to all who looked upon her. Her twin cocks twitched and drooled precum onto her testicles, and it ran slowly down to the floor. Her wings fanned out behind her, the blood-red membranes forming a translucent backdrop.
When the bedroom door opened and the two young women walked in, their eyes widened in shock. On her feet and including her horns, Bashan was well over seven feet tall, so they had to tilt their heads back to take in her full majesty. She smiled down at them, licking her long fangs and relishing their stunned looks of congealed terror and awe. The man stepped into the room behind them and closed the door. Bashan did him a favor and magically sealed it so that no one could leave the room until she deemed it appropriate. She intended to carry out the Iron Bull’s Rite that very night. The females were plush and fertile, and they met her standards well enough.
The shorter one had broad childbearing hips, breasts that were shapely if not very large, and a sweet face. She would make an excellent vessel for her avatar. The other, with her bountiful bosom and sturdy build, would serve as a suitable nursemaid. Their efforts combined would see to it that her avatar grew to be strong and capable until such times as she returned to inhabit them. Mankind would soon remember the terror and glory of a demon incarnate walking among them.
“I’ve brought them, Lady Bashan,” the man said.
“You’ve done well, John ,” she intoned, putting significant emphasis on his name.
He winced when he heard her use it, but she could do little more with it than make him feel uncomfortable. Humans maintained a lot of superstition about their names, but there wasn’t any real power to them. Every mortal was obsessed with their own importance, as if at least two or three others didn’t share the same one at any given time.
“These will do nicely.”
“What’s going on, John?” The taller woman demanded. “You mean you actually managed to summon this… thing ?”
“Tread lightly, mortal,” Bashan said, not really insulted but intent on playing with them all the same. “You are in the presence of infernal royalty.”
The shorter one was still staring at her dual cocks. Each of Bashan’s thick-veined members were thicker than her arm and nearly as long. They continuously twitched and leaked precum onto the floor and her own gargantuan testicles.
“She’s beautiful …” She whispered.
“Marie?” The taller one spun on her friend, confused and uncertain. “What are you talking about?”
“This one has manners,” Bashan quipped to John, pointing to Marie with one gleaming brass claw. “Marie, is it?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” the shorter woman said as she gave a small bow.
“Your Highness, actually,” Bashan corrected, smirking in self-satisfaction. “There is only one King of Hell, and He shares power with no one .”
“We should begin the rite,” John said. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain.”
“Bargain?” The taller woman growled. “You’ve sold us to this monstrosity, haven’t you? I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you, you—”
“Silence!” Bashan roared, spreading her wings wider and standing to her full height.
The walls seemed to draw inward, shrinking the room as she filled more space than any human could have managed. Her fierce blue eyes seemed to shimmer as the lights went dim. She looked at Marie and her friend
“You are witches, are you not?” She demanded of them. “Blonde one, what is your name?”
The taller woman looked insulted to be spoken of like a piece of meat at a butcher’s shop, but Marie spoke up for her.
“Her name is Grace, Your Highness. And yes, we are witches, though we’re novices at best.”
“Then you should be honored to serve a true demon, should you not? There was a time when women would have given their very souls to treat with one such as I.”
Grace chewed her lip and looked like she wanted to make a run for it, but Marie’s eyes lit up. She nodded and dropped to her knees.
“Tell us what you wish of us, Your Highness. I swear we will meet your every demand.”
“Marie! Don’t you remember what Demeter said about dealing with demons?”
“Whatever she said, it was more than likely bad advice,” Bashan said, rolling her eyes. “This one could barely pull off a summoning, and certainly had no idea of the forces he was toying with.”
Grace looked more uncomfortable and unsure than ever, and Bashan could tell her resolve was wavering. The woman’s mind would break in the face of a superior being such as herself. She was terrified, and fear was the easiest emotion to mold into loyalty.
“Your friend here, John, has summoned more than he bargained for,” Bashan said. “But I have deigned to enter into a covenant with him. In exchange for the knowledge he so desires, he has agreed to bring me what I need to complete a ritual that will increase my power and influence in your world; an event witches such as yourself should welcome with open arms.”
The women’s eyes were as wide as saucers, though for entirely different reasons. Marie was envisioning a world in which she was a loyal servant to an all-powerful demoness, while Grace feared the apocalyptic destruction of everything she had ever known.
“You need not fear me,” Bashan said, leaning closer to Grace. “Demons such as I see your world as a sort of…playground. We would never destroy such a wondrous place. We merely wish to experience it for a time.”
Grace flashed a nervous smile, then let out a shout of disgust as one of Bashan’s cocks leaked a gob of precum onto her foot.
“How rude,” Bashan said, standing up and eyeing the mortals with a haughty expression. “John, you are to draw the circle. We’ll begin the rite when you finish.”
“What circle?” He asked.
No sooner had the words left his lips than Bashan put out her three left hands and transferred the required knowledge directly to his mind. He looked stunned for a moment and then dropped to his knees, seizing a nearby piece of chalk and drawing a complex magic circle around Bashan and the women with incredible speed. The complicated geometric shapes, esoteric glyphs, and runic inscriptions flowed from his mind as his hand moved as if he had practiced them thousands of times before.
“It’s done,” he said a moment later.
Grace and Marie looked at him in awe.
“How did you—”
“Excellent,” Bashan interrupted. “Remove your clothes.”
She pointed to the mortals with her upper hands and gripped her cocks with the lower ones, alternating the left and right in a perfectly syncopated pattern. Her middle hands reached out, prepared to strip the women by force if they failed to comply. The brightly shining claws glinted in the artificial light, and she considered for the first time just how much humanity had discovered since she had last walked among them. Bottled lightning was no mean feat.
Marie slipped the loose dress from her shoulders and removed her underwear. Grace was more hesitant, but she saw the threatening claws move closer and disrobed as quickly as she could manage. She stood bare-breasted in the cool air. It was hardly the first time they had been naked in the presence of other people; they were witches after all and had taken part in more than a few rituals. Still, Grace felt uncomfortable whenever she caught sight of Bashan’s immense and inhuman genitalia. If she was a she , why did she have a penis, let alone two? They certainly didn’t look anything like a man’s. They were misshapen and rose-colored, like something she would expect to see on an animal.
“You,” Bashan said, pointing to Marie with one claw. “Are to serve as the Matron. Do you accept my blessing and swear to remain loyal to me from this day forward?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Marie said without question. “It is an honor to serve you.”
She was deferential in a way Bashan had thought long forgotten. She hadn’t seen such respect from a mortal since the days she spent with the Druidic circles. Simpler, happier times for her kind. She turned to Grace, fixing her with her gaze. The tall, blonde woman found herself somehow compelled to look up into the icy blue of Bashan’s eyes.
“You,” Bashan intoned. “Are to serve as Nursemaid. You will attend my servant and ensure she delivers my blessing at the appointed time, serving them in turn. In exchange for these services, you will each have health, youth, and longevity the likes of which few have ever enjoyed before you. Your enemies will grow old, weak, and infirm, and you will remain strong and beautiful. Are the terms acceptable?”
Grace’s face lit up like never before, and Marie looked ecstatic. They nodded and spoke in unison.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Good,” Bashan said, releasing her shafts and dragging her massive balls along as she stepped back to lean against a wall. “Come forward and know pleasure.”
Marie stepped forward first, but Grace was hot on her heels. They both walked around Bashan’s expansive scrotum and stood before her. Bashan sat down and held each of her shafts in a pair of hands, leaving her uppermost arms unoccupied for the moment. Marie felt instinct take over, and she positioned herself above Bashan’s monstrous cock. She suddenly felt herself grow wet and moaned as a lust the likes of which she had never known burned white hot in her chest. She spread her legs and impaled herself on the demon’s twitching member. It spread her cunt wide, filling it like it had never been filled before. She let out a squealing whine as her legs spasmed and she slipped down, taking more than half of the two-foot-long shaft into her body. Her navel visibly distended as her vaginal canal stretched and deformed to contain its immensity.
Somehow, despite the mind-altering sensations she was experiencing, she managed to reach out and grip Bashan’s other penis. She drew it close to her chest, pressing it between her meager breasts and licking it as she planted her feet and began to bounce up and down. She moaned and babbled insanely, determined to serve Bashan to the best of her ability. The demon smiled and let out a soft chuckle as she pulled the cock not buried up to Marie’s cervix away from her.
“That is not your responsibility,” she told her. “It’s yours. ”
She turned to address Grace, gesturing for her to approach.
“You will aid the Matron, but the blessing is to remain outside of your womb. Do you understand?”
Grace nodded. With considerable hesitation, she reached out to touch the thick shaft. She wasn’t sure how to manage something so much larger than she was used to. She had spent plenty of time in bed with men, but this was far beyond anything a mere human could possess. She felt one of Bashan’s clawed hands grip the back of her head, and she was forced to collide face-first with her cock an instant later.
“Get to work ,” Bashan hissed. “Surely you don’t need me to teach you how to please a demon?”
Grace felt something like a thunderstorm inside of her skull and understood what to do in a sudden flash of insight. Bashan released her as she extended her tongue and licked the shaft from base to tip. She drew a circle around her urethra with the tip of her tongue before slipping it inside. Then she pressed her tits together and worked them up and down with her hands, titfucking as much of the impossibly thick cock as she could manage. Bashan moaned, pleased with their efforts, and decided to release the first blessing of the rite a bit early. As pent up as she was after her long respite, it seemed appropriate.
Marie gasped as she felt something hot beginning to fill her from within. She put her hands to her belly and looked down to see it swelling before her eyes. Her navel bloated up, slowly overtaking the rest of her abdomen as the cavity filled with demon seed. She let out a strangled shout as her body began to shake with an orgasm so powerful every muscle in her body clenched tight. She gritted her teeth, and her breasts, hands, and feet shook bonelessly as a heavy stream of cum forced its way out of her. It squirted out of the imperfect seal made by her labia and Bashan’s cock with enough pressure to hit the floor and splatter upward. It hit John, who was still standing to one side, looking stunned and confused.
“Come to me, John,” Bashan ordered. “The rite requires that I both give and receive pleasure.”
He stepped forward, and she grabbed him by one arm, pulling him to her like a ragdoll. She sat him on her chest and leaned forward to take his throbbing manhood into her mouth. He let out a gasp of surprise that shifted into a moan of pleasure as she snaked her long tongue around his shaft and formed a tight seal with her lips. It was the best blowjob he would ever experience.
She decided then that it was time for the second release. She clenched her testicles and felt her semen flow up to her second cock. Grace let out a shout as she was drenched in steaming infernal cum. Her skin felt pleasantly warm wherever it touched her, and her body tingled in a way she ordinarily experienced only in the throes of ecstasy. She didn’t understand how she could have reached orgasm without any real stimulation, but she found it agreeable. She let the demonic emissions rain down upon her, rubbing it into the skin of her face, chest, arms, and legs. She avoided her most intimate area, however, remembering what Bashan had said about keeping her seed outside of her body.
Eventually, Bashan tired of that configuration. She popped John’s pitiful cock out of her mouth and demanded that Marie and Grace switch. She helped Grace lift Marie off of her penis with a few of her spare arms, and a torrent of cum sprayed out of her gaping pussy as her womb contracted itself in a bid to reduce the pressure within it. Bashan gave her a moment to catch her breath and then sat her right back down on her other cock. Marie screamed as orgasmic bliss overtook her all over again. Meanwhile, Grace took over tending to her other penis, licking it clean and rubbing between her breasts.
Once she was satisfied with their new positions, Bashan enacted the second phase of the rite. She let out a small pulse of demonic energy, just enough to alter her new servants a bit. To start, she turned her attention to John. His disappointing manhood was hardly enough to excite her, so she decided to enhance it a bit. It swelled between her lips and slowly crept further into her mouth. Once that was done, with John none the wiser in his brain-shattering state of bliss, she moved on to Grace.
The busty blonde went on with her task, eyes closed as she licked and sucked as much of Bashan’s cock as she could manage. Her breasts began to grow larger, slowly and imperceptibly at first. The process gathered speed as they swelled larger, and eventually she seemed to sense something was different as she put a hand to her chest. She looked down and let out a gasp, then looked up to Bashan, who pointedly ignored her. If she had been in her right mind at the time, she may have been more concerned that her F-cups had nearly doubled in size. As it was, her mind was overloaded with thoughts of pleasuring the demon and being pleasured in turn. She would have a long and healthy life to grow more accustomed to her larger chest if what Bashan had told her was true. The power of unbridled lust in the bedroom kept her from dwelling on anything for long. She returned to her duties, gripping her enlarged breasts and putting them to work. They were now large enough to encompass the entirety of Bashan’s shaft, and that was all that mattered to her then.
As Bashan turned her powers upon Marie, she considered a few different enhancements for the woman who would one day serve as her gateway back into the mortal realm. To start, she enlarged her breasts, but far less than she had for Grace. They swelled rapidly, growing from formerly modest B-cups to pert and almost unnaturally round DDs. Then she enacted the second change, widening her already generous hips and expanding her ass until even Bashan’s own succubi would be envious. Finally, she made a more subtle change to her womanhood. A normal woman would have been ruined forever after receiving her royal blessing, but she wanted to ensure that her servant could enjoy the fruits of her labors for years to come. To facilitate that, she granted her labia and vaginal canal superhuman elasticity. Now, when Bashan was finished with her, her body would slowly snap back into its usual shape. For the rest of her unnaturally long life, she would enjoy the advantages of a tight and youthful sex.
They continued with the rite into the wee hours of the morning. Bashan eventually got onto all fours to allow John to fill her own holes, placing Marie and Grace beneath her. Throughout the many blessings she granted to Marie and Grace, her testicles never seemed to shrink in the least. She began to think the only way to reduce them would be to take part in a true orgy and redoubled her resolve to make use of every succubus within her palace once she returned.
Finally, as the light of the morning sun began to bleed over the horizon, the rite was completed. Marie was gasping and practically catatonic, her belly swollen and heavy with Bashan’s blessing. She could already sense that her new avatar was quickening inside of her. Grace lay on her back, her enlarged chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath following hours of pleasuring whichever of Bashan’s cocks wasn’t occupied with Marie. Her hair and skin were encrusted with multiple coats of dried cum. John, meanwhile, lay sleeping to one side, having long since spent the last of his energy attempting to pleasure Bashan’s anus.
All in all, it had been a pleasant visit, but she knew it was time for her to go. When the time was right, in a mere seven years, she would return to her servants through her link with her avatar. Then they could begin the work of forming a proper coven to pay tribute to the Shining One. If all went according to plan, He would be so pleased with her that He would call upon her to His court. It had been so long since she had spent time in His presence, and she longed to feel His touch again.
“You…nursemaid…”
Bashan’ struggled to remember the blonde woman’s name. It had been many hours since it had been used by any of them.
“Grace!” She barked once she hit upon it. “I have a simple task for you.”
The woman stirred, lifting herself onto her elbows. Her breasts reoriented themselves slightly but remained impossibly high on her chest as if in mockery of the laws of gravity. Bashan snapped her fingers, and a large grimoire bound in black leather appeared beside her. She snatched it from the air and handed it to Grace.
“You are to give this to John when he wakes up,” she said, awkwardly stepping around her balls. “I must return to my palace to…tend to a few important matters. If you attempt to deceive him and keep the book to yourself, I will know, and you will be punished most severely.”
She smiled wickedly down at the woman, who nodded.
“So I would advise you not to do that. With that, I must take my leave. Give my love to Marie when she wakes up, and see that John receives his reward. This has been a most fortuitous meeting, despite his ignorant meddling with forces outside of his control.”
She took one last deep breath of the mortal realm. The room smelled of sex, just the sort of thing a demon of lust enjoyed above all else. Though the intervening years would pass in the blink of an eye, she couldn’t wait to return in a more permanent incarnation.