Anathane pushed aside a half-open doorway and stood out of the way. Jack walked through, an entourage of demons and succubi with him, and behind them an army of Blackhoods. There wasn't a thing in this world that could stop Jack from getting into the bottom of this fortress and freeing his lovers. Jack felt Anathane scoot up to his side as her mother tried to call her back so she could hug her child.
But the demon would have none of it, and stayed as close to Jack as she could. His path was clear now that there weren't fifty thousand doorways that lead into a maze of narrow corridors and small connecting chambers like a spider's web on a massive scale. Now, there was just a dark hallway and a door at the end.
It was all coming down to this. This was going to lead him to Dalaria and give him a last fight, and then it would be over. He had spent almost a year down here in hell. He was glad to finally be on the verge of going home again and living with the four people he loved most. He sighed and raised his hand toward the locked door ahead.
"Anathane, could you get that for me too?" he asked, a little guiltily.
"Anything you want," she replied.
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The demon hardly knew what to do with herself now that she had Jack again. It was so great to even just see his face! Anathane knew she loved him, and that she missed him when she wasn't with him, but she didn't know just how much until recently. She had spent ten years away after their first meeting, and that one didn't bother her as much as this recent separation.
Last time, his whole life had been peachy-keen, save for a select three succubi vying for his love and trying to move her out of the picture. However, she had always been able to find solace in the fact that he was safe and sound with them. Even though they fought her tooth and nail for every second of time she snagged with him, if not just for show of faith for him, she trusted them with Jack's life without question.
This time had tested the limits of her heart. She had left Jack on the eve of the largest battle since the Third Ring War, without Elassa, Fain, or Niaf to protect him. Though he had many allies with him, she didn't trust them with something as precious as his very existence, least of all Anatithenai. Anathane had left not knowing if she was ever going to see him or any of her friends again. Luckily, everyone had pulled through, if only by the slimmest of margins.
Watching Jack die had taken its toll on her as well. She approached the barred door and raised a hand, watching it tremble slightly. The shock of watching Jack's soul getting plundered by a fallen angel's blade was still taking its toll. She was on the verge of tears still, and keeping them back only with the sound of Jack's voice.
She easily pushed the iron-bound giants aside and waited for Jack to lead the way before continuing. She shot Anatithenai a hateful glare and then turned her attention back to her lover. Anatithenai had promised to keep him alive, to stay with him until her last breath as his guardian angel. And she had failed to do the only thing Anathane had asked of her in her entire life. Jack had died right in front of both of them. It was a miracle that he wasn't dead, and that Anatithenai wasn't either.
Anathane had watched Jack mature and grow over these past months. He had come to hell as a scared, frightened child with no prowess of mind, body, or will. He had been pushed around, beaten, raped, mistreated, and forced into a situation he did not want to be in.
But he had come through a true warrior and lover for it.
She had seen him become the beautiful being he was now, and felt his hunger and desire grow with every passing week. She saw his body fine-tuned and turned into the machine that every demon dreamed of. She had seen two souls in him collide and become one being that was more whole than Anathane could believe was possible. She was incomplete. He was too complete. He filled in the gaps and made her whole, and Anathane's body could hardly take it.
Being behind him was good in the fact that she didn't have to face down the gaze that could probably seduce at will anyone he desired. But it also meant that she had to keep her hands to herself with no help from him to do it. It was the hardest thing she had ever had to do. Her body burned with the passion that scholars on earth aspired to picture with flowery language and a thousand epics and poems.
Anathane's golden skin was enough to show that she was truly horny. But the presence of her true demonic pieces were what kept the rest of the group several paces away. The only thing keeping her off Jack's body right now was that if she pounced, it would endanger the others and make Jack mad at her.
And so, with all the mental strength she could muster, she eased the growing tension by plunging her tail between her engorged labia, hissing softly as the euphoria of pleasure began to roll through her. It had been a long four days with Jack. Somehow, he knew that she was going to town on herself without him, and turned his head.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just a little shaken," Anathane replied coolly. "I can't help but think that I had at least a little part in your survival back there." Oh, hold on; don't cry! Anathane squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and blinked away the tears. She couldn't let Elassa know about it. If she knew Jack died, she might never stop crying about it. Gods, the difference between what she and that succubus felt was enormous!
"How do you figure?" replied Jack. "Not that I want to downplay anything you did," he quickly amended.
She nudged him with her elbow. "Don't be so uptight. You can relax with me. And to answer your question, it has to do with your metamorphosis from human to demon."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Keep going..."
"Impatient boy is what I should've called you," the greater demon muttered jokingly. "Well, do you remember the day that you went back home as a demon? You know, when you ripped off your horn?"
"Sort of. I remember you hitting me or something before I woke up at home, right after...you know, the first time I cried in front of you."
"That's the day," Anathane's voice dropped as she tickled a ridge of sensitive zones deep inside her pussy. She put a hand on Jack's shoulder for support and almost pushed him to the floor without thinking about it.
"Jesus Anathane!" Jack cried. "Holy hell you're heavy!" He recovered, and Anathane regained her composure, a bit of steam blown off now that she had an orgasm to cool down from.
"Sorry. As I was saying; that day, you were already almost to the point of turning. When I kept you inside me for that long, it sped up the whole process."
"So I'm like this because you sped things up?" he reiterated.
"Not exactly. When I sped things up, I put a little bit of me inside you. I filled in what they hadn't with part of me and that you got ready to turn right then and there. It shouldn't have happened so early, but, what can ya do. This woman is just so attracted to you," she said, smiling at him.
