It wasn't often that Anathane was called out for a favor, but this was one time that she couldn't say no. Nyx had asked her for help bringing Jack and Anthony to the point where they would be able to survive a fight down here in hell, gods forbid they get into trouble. But the chance that they would get caught was very high.
Anathane had happily agreed to see her lover again, and was eagerly awaiting the moment where she could see him. Even though it was risky business coming down here, she thought that it was worth it just to see him. And besides, he needed a little training too.
Anathane could feel him somewhere nearby, but the maze here was so vast and confusing that she had gotten herself entirely lost. She could have avoided this, but following a servant around to find Jack wouldn't have been as fun, or as challenging. She liked using her own intuition to find him.
It made finding him seem like it was her love that brought them together again. She smiled to herself and rounded a corner. And frowned as she found herself at another large doorway that was closed tight.
But here, Jack's presence was much stronger than it had been before. She opened the double doors and stepped into the room behind them. Inside, she found an average bedroom lined with torches. Set in the floor was a warm pool that glistened in the flickering lights. In the water lay Jack, asleep.
She let out a little sigh at the sight of him. Anathane warped over to where he lay and put her long, tanned legs into the water beside him. Then she slipped silently in up to her neck, and uttered a sigh in contentment.
The last time she had taken a dip in a pool was when Jack had given her that massage, the memories of which still made a shiver run down her spine. Not only had the massage made her entire body feel replenished and rejuvenated, but the raw rush of emotion that he released had put her into a euphoric state for a few seconds.
She didn't like to think that his pain was her pleasure, but that's exactly was it was. She reacted strongly to his emotions, and his deep sorrow over his dead family was one of the most powerful things she had felt from him.
But, not being one to linger on mindless things alone, she changed the size and shape of her body just a tad to fit Jack's inner most preferences. Her skin grew taut over her chest as the line of her bust expanded several inches. Her breasts bobbed at the surface of the water, like two big, soft soccer balls.
She let her horns sprout from her head, and her wings from her back. All the times she had raped him, she had never once let loose and howled like a ferocious animal. She hadn't ever torn at him with her claws to make his voice rise above hers. She hadn't even teased him yet!
She thought about waking him up to play, but decided against it. He looked exhausted. Anthane let all sorts of scenarios play throughout her head of Jack's adventure down here for the past eight days.
She could think through millions of things at once, due to the vastness of her consciousness, but the scene that kept playing through her mind's eye again and again was Jack in the middle of a cosmic fuckpile, getting screwed from every angle and roaring like a beast in pleasure.
That sounded a lot like him, a beast drowning in a sea of women. Anathane closed her eyes and turned her head so that her nose was buried in Jack's hair. She inhaled deeply and his scent came flooding back into her conscious mind. It woke memories inside of her that had been separated from this body during the most recent split in her consciousness.
But now, memories of sex in his apartment came flooding back to her like a tsunami of epic proportions. She groaned with delight as her eyes rolled back in her head, reliving the intense pleasure of her one full night on earth with the incubus.
*Jack was still over at his dresser, and gave her a flippant answer.
"Because you are in love with me." Anathane thought on it for a moment, and then grabbed him with her unnatural extremities and threw him onto the bed.
"That may be true, but sometimes love hurts, and I love you a lot. So, in light of our current predicament, I'm going to rape you. You can either turn this into consensual sex and have a good time, or resist and make it all that much more interesting." She clambered onto him, straddling his hips like before.
She forced her insides to morph into something that would scare the life out of him. So, after a bit of anatomical rearrangement, she forced her special pink tentacle out of her lower back and let out a short breath.
"Anathane..."
"Eat me out," she ordered, folding her arms under her huge tits. She shoved the pink tentacle into his face. Now, she could see the feeling of sudden recognition on his face. But it was too late for him to say no at this point. He gagged.
"This is your- Jesus Christ. I can't."
"You can," Anathane countered, pushing the tentacle into Jack's mouth and making the end fan out. "And you will."
He lurched and struggled under her considerable weight, but he was only a human, and it was really just impossible for him to do anything about this situation. Even if he could do something, he was already in too deep to get himself out again.
She felt his tongue vibrating as his futile screams for help from the others ran up her tentacle and back into her body. She relished the new and exciting feeling. She'd never been on the giving end of a tentacle rape...
Well, she'd never been on the receiving end either.
As Jack screamed for help, Anathane bucked her hips against his and raised her eyebrows suggestively as he looked down in sheer horror to see nothing but a faint scar where her pussy had been. Anathane shoved his head back with her tentacle and lifted her breasts in a manner that made them bulge even more.
"Mfff!"
"You like that do you? You want them even bigger? Well then, have it your way, you naughty little heathen you," she scolded merrily. Anathane closed her eyes and forced her breasts to grow as big as basketballs.
When she returned her gaze to Jack's, she found that his eyes were wide with wonder. Oh yeah, Anathane thought, definite tit man right here. Her tentacle retracted from his mouth and wrapped around his neck. He fought her with tooth and nail to break the noose from his throat, but she just pulled him up so their fronts were crushed together.
His muscular chest scraped against hers, and her nipples, like two steel nubs, grated against his body. Fire ran through her veins as he struggled for freedom, only to trap himself in her long arms as well.
"Hey," Niaf broke in. "You don't get to hog him all to yourself! We bought costumes for today. I even customized mine, see?" She held up a French maid outfit that might make even the sluttiest porn star turn bright red in the cheeks.
"Master is not solely yours" Fain butted in with her twin.
Anathane frowned. "He is tonight," she retorted. A red tentacle shot out of each of her shoulders and wrapped the two succubi up like thick ropes. The demon's head turned to Elassa, who was leaning up against the wall silently.
