Eighth Circle

Trish looked like a sleeping angel.

How many drop-dead gorgeous angels with massive tits and homosexual tendencies there were in Heaven, Lady did not know. Probably fewer than there should be. She had finished getting dressed some time ago and, for the moment, was content to watch Trish sleep. She had promised to fuck her senseless when she woke up, but ever since she’d made that promise she’d felt less and less sure about it. A whole slew of new emotions were forcing themselves upon her, and her mind was racing with questions. Was she gay? Did it matter? Was this just a fling? Did she love Trish? Did Trish love her? It was all happening so fast. Lady decided she would need some time to think before she leapt into bed with the she-devil again.

It had been excellent, though. It was the greatest sexual experience of her life, certainly, and it was probably in the top five general experiences, too. There was something about Trish, something that stirred up feelings not normally felt and thoughts than usually stayed hidden away. It was something that added a certain sensuality to everything she did; something as simple as breathing felt like drinking a thick, creamy milk. Her eyes wandered back to Trish’s breasts, and she wondered if demons could lactate…

Oh, fuck it, she thought. It was stupid of her to have gotten dressed just to get naked again, but she had found it exciting the last time. A beautiful, naked woman sitting in front of her, with the barrier of her clothing only standing as long as it took her to tear it down. She sat down at Dante’s desk, resting her legs atop its surface. She spared a thought for Dante then, it wasn’t like him to be away from the office for so long. She wondered how he would react to her new relationship – if it was a relationship – with Trish. She didn’t think he’d kick them out, at any rate. Heck, he might even like it. She dragged her panties down to her ankles, and sat back to relax. It’ll be a nice surprise for Trish when she wakes up, Lady thought.

She ran a finger along her slit, and took her time with it. She rubbed herself softly, in circles, thinking of all the naughty things that she and Trish could do together. The spontaneous nature of their first encounter had been exciting, but it didn’t give them a lot of time to try new things. Actually now that she thought about it they’d just sort of rubbed their bodies together and licked a little bit. It was hot, in its own way, but she longed for more. She wondered if Trish would play with her ass, or if she owned a strap-on…yes, that would be wonderful. She smiled just thinking about it. Her rubbing picked up speed. She imagined herself bent over the desk, Trish’s hands gripping her shoulders, her cock sliding in and out of her, harder and harder and faster and faster.  “I want you,” Trish would whisper in her ear. “Take me,” Lady would whisper back. Trish would flip her over, then, crawl on top of her, and they’d kiss and oh God, it would be fantastic. Lady could stand it no longer. She needed release. She slipped a finger into her dripping wet snatch, and…

*ding!*

The door opened, and in strode a customer.

Fuck!

Lady shot up, and let her panties fall to the floor, stepping out of them as quickly as she could. This would be quicker than putting them back on, she thought. Trish was still lying naked on the couch, but a small, naïve part of her hoped the customer wouldn’t notice.

She sat back down at the desk, and for the first time got a good look at their visitor. She was a tall woman, at least a head taller than Trish. She was dressed in what appeared to be a feathery black dress, and…nothing else, it seemed. She was barefoot and didn’t appear to be wearing a bra. Odd, but Lady supposed she’d seen odder things. She had a sort of gothic beauty about her; gaunt cheeks, pale skin, and red hair that fell down to her knees. Lady smiled at her, and she smiled back. The stranger’s eyes surveyed the room, and, as Lady had feared, they rested for a few moments on the sight of Trish’s naked form. She glanced back at Lady, and said “I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Her voice was deep and powerful, a voice that should have belonged to a woman twice her age.

“Uh, no, not at all,” Lady replied. “Can I help you?”

“No,” the stranger replied, her eyes fixed on Lady’s. “But I can help you. You and your…friend were looking for information on the Order of the Purple Axe, is that correct?”

Lady eyed her carefully, and shifted in her seat. Something didn’t feel right. “Yes, that’s right.” The woman changed, then. Her smile grew wider, and…was her skin turning blue?

“I can take you to them,” the woman said. “But first you have to do something for me.”

“What do I-“ Lady began, but then the woman was gone. She felt a rush of air, and a whisper in her ear.

“Sleep.”

 There was a sharp, stabbing pain in the small of her back.

And then, darkness.