The Bewitching Hour

Before heading downstairs into the manor’s underbelly, Bellatrix Primadonna took the time to bask in the artificial moon’s glow, her supine figure caressed by its gentle rays. She stood naked on the rooftop with arms crossed under her heavy breasts to support them, enjoying the cool breeze that rushed over her bare crimson skin, her silky black mane cast about.

Not too far from her legs was Moxxi, the little imp she had been training in hopes to help her achieve the ranks of a true demoness. Though how genuine that desire was undetermined, the succubus suspected a different reason as to why her companion sought the path of hellionhood.

Her pale yellow eyes looked over the more minor demon, Moxxi's arms resting behind her head, her ample tits pushed out. The only clothes that barely covered her were an electric blue jacket and the black tap crossing out her areolas. As Moxxi, the mischievous scamper boasted mild annoyance and provocative magic, her ‘lewd touching’ being a major hindrance to anyone unlucky to face her. But Bellatrix was aware she had another form in Anarchia, who she saw twice come out to save her sister and friends against the reaper, Shadow Scythe.

Perhaps it was time the she-devil learned why her little protege was holding back.

“Come along,” ordered Bellatrix, who, without a glance back, wrapped her spaded tail around the imp's waist and pulled her after her. “There's something I wish to show you.”

“Ooh~! 're ya takin' me ter a secret sex dungeon?” Moxxi asked playfully, wiggling about in her coils. “Or perhaps a treasure trove full of aw the lewdest toys ever devised by the perverse masses! C’mon, tell me~!!!”

Bellatrix gave the imp a light smile as they approached the roof’s edge, answering, “It’s not anything like that, but I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.” Her tail released Moxxi, swaying behind her strut as the succubus slid up to one of many crouched gargoyles on display, guarding over the mansion. They were unclad, masculine figures with wiry muscles, handsome save for grotesque faces frozen in snarls, tongues lolling out their maws.

Hooking one arm and one leg around the stone creature’s back, Bellatrix sank into one of its extended limbs, moaned low when she began to rub her supple flesh over the horned, winged, and clawed creature. Her imp apprentice watched with intrigue, clawed hand already sliding down between her meaty thighs.

“I’m sure you already know this, but I want to become a Devil Queen,” Bellatrix announced, dragging her long nails up to caress the gargoyle’s perpetual expression. “To do so, I’ve decided to turn this entire mansion into my queendom. But what is a ruler without servants? Certainly, I have the twins, but I could make do with a lot more~.”

To demonstrate her total control over the manor she was fused to, her clawed hands started to glow with black magic, which she breathed into the statue she dragged her mashed breasts over.

The stone rumbled and gradually creaked to life, making Moxxi jump a bit back. Drool leaked from its sharp-toothed mouth, as it lashed an elongated tongue over a pendulous tit and her neck. Bellatrix cast her head back with a throaty moan when its firm, sculpted hands started to molest her thick thighs and plush ass.

“Worship your queen,” she ordered with a hiss, a hand on the monster's head when she pushed it to its knees and forced its face into her cunt. She bit her lower lip, half-lidded her eyes, and murmured, while its tongue sunk into her twat and pushed it wide open, dragging across her spongy g-spot, past her cervix, which it wrenched apart, able to lash at her slimy, slippery womb walls with ease. “A-ahhh~! Oh, yes...”

“Damn,” Moxxi huffed, flustered by the alluring scene, her fingers digging around to milk her wet flower of its nectar. “Always knew ya 'ad a filthy mind lurkin' behind that stoic face, but blimey! Ya kna ’ow ter 'ave a shaggity ol’ time~!”

“Heh! Who needs an Onoma when the forces of hell are… mmmhm~! M-my power~!” Bellatrix groaned once more stoned sentinels awakened to circle around them. The she-devil gasped when another twisted beast shoved its tongue down her throat. A preview of what she one day hoped to be capable of. She withdrew her lips from it momentarily with heavy pants; spittle ran down her when she huffed, “Good thing I made them anatomically correct...” Her hand traced down to its pair of thick cocks.

Their equipment came in varied shapes and sizes to match her whims at the time, bestial in nature, some with knots, ridges, mouths, or even tentacles. Their thickness was throbbing and ready to explore their moist, warm insides fully.

She seized up with a blissful howl when one behind her shoved its wet cock up her asshole. Spurred on, the one in front of her withdrew its mouth from her cunt, pressed its lips to hers instead, still slicked with her sweet pussy nectar she tasted while they kissed. Twin animal dicks were shoved up her slit, splitting womb-deep as they drove her open with hammering thrusts.

They felt her up all over with rough, possessive hands and tails, the gargoyles growling, snarling, biting, and spitting while they violently slammed her quivering, crimson flesh between them. She mewled in appreciation, soaking their shafts and balls in her drippy secretions. Her tail intertwined with one of their own, her bat wings left to flutter when she clenched down on vein-lined shafts.

And just when the imp was about to protest how she wasn’t getting any attention, a gargoyle seized her and pressed its pair of pillaring phallus against her ass and mound. This, of course, made her wiggle and moan excitedly right before burying its cock in her tiny slit and asshole. The imp mewled whorishly until another shaft was shoved down her throat. Moxxi was seesawed between boulder-sized brutes, bouncing back and forth, driving spears deeper into her holes.

“About time we shut that filthy mouth of yours,” managed Bellatrix, who briefly popped off a cock, still attached by a mixture of saliva and cum that drooled down her chin. More was left to unload all over her burning face from the twin tools before her. She savored the thick spunk, sloshed on and chewed the load, as more continually fired on her features and over her tongue.

The beast rubbed his tools on her cheek afterward to clean itself, and another forced its double dicks down her throat. Bellatrix choked and gagged on the massive animal dicks, bobbed her head when she sucked and blew them to the hilt. Claws slapped and spanked her pendulous tits and asscheeks, then pinned her hands behind her while they made the succubus their bitch.

“F-fuckin’ tits, lov~!” Moxxi mewled, her belly swollen with the freshly dumped load as she popped off the gargoyle’s schlong, its seed running down her legs with every step she took towards her friend. “Ya really went aw aahhht on me. It’s only fair I sha the same courtesy~.”

Bellatrix watched with hooded eyes and a smile once neon sparkly smoke cloaked the imp, until her shape became taller and more robust. Then, the neon demon emerged, her hips wide and her breasts only slightly smaller than the she-devil's. And just the mere sight of her got the stone sentinels rock hard, eager to breed this voluptuous creature called Anarchia.

“H-haah… So you’ve finally stopped pretending, huh?” The red-skinned demoness groaned, pushing off her gang of gargoyles to properly face Anarchia, cum gushing out both their slits.

“Ya should feel 'onored! I don’t just let anyone zig and zag me loike this~” The demi-human purred, her tail opening its venus-flytrap mouth to lap at the cream oozing from Bellatrix’s snatch, making her moan in response.

“Mm-mhmm! Enough lies, Moxxi! Why are you hiding like this? Surely, you know better than to keep secrets from us.”

“It’s… not so much a secret than it is a choice,” Ana confessed, tenderly stroking her mentor’s supple frame. The she-devil instantly gasped in alarm, her senses overwhelmed by euphoria as the skies began to warp and distort in color. She backed away, nearly stumbling to her knees as her body burned with lust, her nipples poking out further and her womanhood leaking and winking.

“H-aaahh... h-hooooh~! I-I see,” panted Bellatrix huskily, barely able to see Ana or the gargoyles straight, their shapes wavering. “Your aphrodisiac-like touch is far more potent!”

The neon demoness nodded before continuing. “Rarely do I 'ave a partner that can withstand me Onoma on full blast. An’ that’s wif the bleedin' people I loike! Sex tends ter be messy when I get pissed or 'ungry. Nonetheless, this is why I inhibit myself as an imp. But since you’re gearin' up ter become the bloomin' queen of Gypsy Nell, I figured I’d return the favor~!”

“S-so, were all these lessons just fun and games to you?” The she-devil asked with a frown.

“Nah! Of course not,” insisted Ana, helping Bellatrix to her feet while pressing their sizable chests together. “'ad ya not been a wonderful teacher, you’d be trippin’ the donald duck aahhht wite na! That light buzz you’re feelin' is me withholdin' a hoppin' pot of energy. Ya 'ave nah idea 'ow much I’m grateful ter be able ter touch someone loike this.”

Astonished, Bellatrix gingerly glided her hands down to cup Ana’s dump truck of an ass before pulling the demi into a fiery kiss. It was likely the hallucinative magic pushing her towards a more intimate approach, but the she-devil was delighted she managed to help out her friend.

The two devils ferociously made out, dragging sharp claws over curvaceous flesh, rubbing heated mounds and legs into each other. All while putting on a show to rile up the stone sentinels, who circled in with pulsating cocks and swollen balls, eager to join in.

Pulling away with a bit of saliva webbing off their lips, Ana proposed, “I can’t imagine a Devil Queen freely allowin' 'erself ter get porked loike a dick 'ungry sow by a bunch of mooks. An’ she surely wouldn’t want anovver demon superin' 'er throne~.”

“Mmm, you would be right,” growled Bellatrix teasingly, a sultry smile spreading her lips. “Alright, Ana. Let’s see who is top bitch on this roof~.”

“Ya ‘eard ‘er, boys!” The demi-human addressed the crowd of stone monsters, shaking her hips provocatively. “Keep pummelin' our cunts loike it’s the last pussy you’ll get~!”

At once, the female demons were attacked by the gargoyles, skewering them deeply with ruthless aggression. Rock-hard cocks stuffed their pussies and assholes, separated only by a thin layer of their flesh as they were savagely spiked. Both were passed between the brutes, dozens of the gargoyles lining the rooftop, the would-be Demon Queen's army turned horny harem, able to be banished at any time upon her whim.

And thanks to their stony exterior, Ana’s lewd touching wouldn’t disorient them lethally, leaving Ana free to dig her sharp talons into their granite skin as they wailed on her holes and mouth, muffling heightened moans of ecstasy.

By the time they finished with them, all their holes had been repeatedly creamed, and they were dropped onto the roof with a thud, slathered in runny splooge while the gargoyles circled them and grunted as they jerked off and came some more all over their glistening, sticky bodies. Bellatrix and Ana reclined side-by-side, breasts rising and falling with their panting.

“Phew! Gotta say, Lov. It’s been too long since I got--ggumph~!?” The demoness started before being interrupted by a cum-filled kiss from Bellatrix. They turned to face each other, tails hooked when they swapped spunk and made out while both of them felt their partner up.

“When I am queen, I’ll have you as my right-hand woman,” the she-devil swore with an intense snarl, kneading the demi's wide, cum-soaked ass. Her tail curled up between Ana's thick thighs possessively and rubbed her spade across her slimy snatch, mimicking what the neon demon had done earlier.

Anarchia cooed, realizing the she-devil's feral instincts threatened to take over, and whispered, “As long as that wite hand is knuckles deep in your cooch, I’m game~!”

“Oh, trust me. I’ll be needing that hand for lots of things,” assured Bellatrix before once again tonguing the spunky succubus. They kissed and rubbed themselves in a pool of shared releases, as once the last gargoyles were spent, they skulked away and returned to their places.

The succubus knew this was merely a taste compared to what the imp had in mind for the planned orgy. If she handed over temporary control of the mansion to Moxxi, she could use its powers to satisfy all sorts of sordid scenarios.

With a dismissive wave, she cleaned the pair of them and rose. “I suppose it's time we rejoined the party.”

“I 'eard they 'ave a volleyball game garn on,” Moxxi mentioned as she assumed her short cartoony stature. “Wonder ‘ow long that’ll last~.”

“Given how promiscuous all of our friends are? I give it six minutes,” chuckled the shapeshifter as a portion of the rooftop opened up like a fleshy maw to transport them once they stepped inside.

She had managed to contact Beatrix, and was told not only would she return soon with Oona and Ebony in tow, but she would bring a few surprise guests with her.

More fresh faces? Her imagination wandered at the possibilities...