Where do demons come from

Drayce opened the portal to Fiona's lair using the crystal she gave him. This time he knew not to jump forward; he still had a bruise from his fall the last time.

When Drayce stepped through the portal, Stacy, the she-devil, pounced on him, knocking him down to the floor.

"What the fuck is this thing?!" he shouted, struggling to no avail to get her off him.

"Stacy! No!" Fiona shouted from across the room.

Stacy whined, crawling off Drayce. So much for avoiding more bruises. Fiona stood above him, completely naked in her all-natural demonic form. She offered him a hand and pulled him off the floor.

Drayce brushed himself off. "I assume that's your new pet?"

"Yes, she's my pet devilkin -- Stacy."

Drayce looked at Stacy, now perched on the back of Fiona's couch like a cheetah. She too, was completely naked. Drayce felt a slight twitch in his groin after looking at her athletic, bright red body.

"Go ahead and pet her; she doesn't bite," Fiona said.

Drayce walked over to the couch and lightly put his hand on Stacy's head. He ran his fingers through her blonde fringe cut hair and pigtails. She smiled, then licked Drayce arm with her unnaturally long forked tongue.

"I think she likes you," Fiona giggled.

"Where did she come from?" Drayce asked.

"She transformed herself into a devilkin after stealing Gabriel's prayer beads. Honestly, I don't think I could have gotten his heart without her."

"She was human?" he shouted apprehensively.

Fiona sat on the couch and stretched. "That's right -- and spare me your goodie two-shoes routine." "That reminds me, something I've been meaning to ask you -- where do demons come from, exactly? I know you're from Hell, but..."

"Give Stacy one of your patented massages and I'll tell you," Fiona interrupted.

"Why?"

"Come. Sit next to me, you'll see." Fiona replied.

Drayce stopped petting Stacy and walked around to the front of the couch. He was unsure of what she was up to. Better stay on my toes, he thought.

He sat down beside the naked demoness. She stretched her wings out and wrapped her left wing around his back. She whistled at Stacy, who crawled across both their laps, laying face down perfectly still.

Drayce's hands started rubbing the back of Stacy's legs. Her bright crimson skin was very warm to the touch. It was such an odd sensation. Stacy purred, her head now directly in Fiona's open lap.

"Unlike humans," Fiona started. "Demons as well as angels, are created, not born. They are either created by magic or the natural transformation of a soul when a mortal dies. Most souls do not transform however. Only the purest or most depraved souls evolve. Pure souls becoming angels and corrupt souls becoming demons."

"So then, what happens to the souls that don't evolve?" Drayce asked, moving his hands across Stacy's lower back.

"Souls in the middle ground, like Markus for example, will slowly disintegrate. All those humans who have had a one night stand, stolen a few things, or lived like a slob but at the same time did something courageous, gave another person hope, or are generally kind to others will have their energy absorbed by the planet when they die. The wind, tides, natural disasters, the constant rotation of the Earth, are just a few examples soul energy. It is this constant balance of life, death, and rebirth that keeps the universe going."

Drayce dug his palms against Stacy's shoulders. Her tail wagged contently as she whimpered between Fiona's thighs.

"What happens to the souls you consume?" Drayce asked.

Fiona paused, running her hand through her pet's hair. "Their energy is consumed by my body until there is no energy left. Then, they simply cease to exist."

Drayce pondered Fiona's words, wondering where Phoebe's soul is now. She certainly would not turn into a demon. She had to be an angel now, he thought. What if he...

"When a soul evolves, do they have any memory of who they were?"

Fiona sighed. "No. The Phoebe you knew is gone, no matter how you look at it."

"Do you ever stop reading my mind?" he asked, annoyed.

"Do you ever pay attention to what you're massaging?" she retorted.

Drayce looked down. Each hand was gripping one of Stacy's ass cheeks.

"Don't stop," Fiona pleaded before his hands could run away. "Devilkin thrive on being touched. The more you touch them, the more aroused they become."

Drayce did as she requested. His hands massaged Stacy's hot soft bottom. He felt a molten hot substance upon his leg. It somewhat burned, but was bearable at least. Then it dawned on him; the hot liquid was coming from Stacy's aroused pussy.

Fiona's pheromones filled the room, a sweet smell that clouded Drayce's brain with thoughts of lust. He looked over to see Stacy's long tongue lapping at her mistresses' pussy. Drayce kept at it, knowing what it was doing for both of them. His ears were flooded with the sounds of two demons moaning pleasurably.

"Mmm! Touch her pussy, Drayce!" Fiona pleaded.

He did as she asked. His left hand reached around Stacy's plump red ass and found Stacy's molten wetness. Her nectar was super-hot and plentiful.

"Put your fingers inside her."

"But, wouldn't that constitute lust?" Drayce hesitantly asked.

Fiona growled, "Touching isn't lust! If it were, every human doctor would be a sinner. Now do it!"

Drayce slid two fingers inside Stacy. The heat was almost too much to bear. Her insides were hot, oily, and dripping. Stacy's hips bucked, her soft purrs turned into a loud whimpering.

"How does it feel?" Fiona asked, lavishing in her sexual pleasure.

"Hot," he responded. "Hot and oily, like..."

"...massage oil," his perverted brain thought. He wiggled his fingers inside Stacy's hot pussy, coating his fingers. When he pulled his fingers out of her, her pussy juice dripped off them like thick oil. Drayce allowed a few drops to fall onto Stacy's back then plunged his fingers deep inside her again. He dribbled more of her nectar onto her back until there were small puddles all up her spine.

Drayce took his other hand and massaged the molten hot oil from her pussy into her skin. Stacy was overwhelmed with the sensation, her orgasms made more hot cum for Drayce to rub on her, and he took full advantage. He played Stacy's body like an musical instrument, and each note had positive effects on Fiona. The more Drayce massaged Stacy, the further and faster her lengthy tongue darted inside of Fiona's hungry sex. He was making two sexy demons cum over and over again using only his hands. It felt eerily empowering.

Stacy's back was completely covered in her own slick essence. Drayce used both hands to massage her muscular shoulders, which made Stacy eat Fiona's pussy with a primal need. Fiona's eyes rolled back into her head and let out a deafening demonic cry that made the walls shake.

Drayce was not entirely left out of the pleasure. The more the sexy demons cried in pleasure, the harder his cock became within the confines of his trousers. He would free it and stroke himself with Stacy's slick oil if he could, but her body in his lap prevented him from doing so. No matter, he was close to cumming without touching it. All he needed was a little something extra.

His oily right hand fled Stacy's back and attached to Fiona's breasts. She gasped with the sudden touch, bringing herself out of her orgasmic trance. She gazed into his eyes while he firmly massaged her large soft tits.

Fiona smiled wickedly at Drayce as she panted. She knew he loved it and relished in his denial of release the whole time. Because of the immense pleasure he brought her, she decided to be merciful.

Fiona quickly pried Drayce's hand from her breast and stuck his index and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucked them clean of all of Stacy's nectar. Fiona's warm mouth and skillful sucking was all it took for Drayce to cum right there in his pants. He roared as it felt like a geyser of cum had spurted out with nowhere to go. He felt his own cum oozing down his shaft and tickling his balls.

The three of them sat there motionless, breathing heavily. After several minutes of dead silence, Stacy sat up and gave Drayce a small peck on the lips then slunk down to the floor. He licked his lips, which had a hint of Fiona's pussy on them. It tasted sweet, just like the smell of her pheromones.

Fiona giggled, "Told you she likes you."

"Yeah, I guess so," he smiled, still coming down from his epic orgasm.

"Seems you like her too," Fiona said, staring at the wet spot in Drayce's crotch.

"I do, but I also liked making you cum, even if she was the one pleasuring you."

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