He rumbled again, and Mia did her best to not squeak at the powerful vibration pouring through her into her toes.
“We will. Alone.” Fuck. “More. I want more.” He grinned down at her, and used a free hand to tease a claw down her chest and stomach, down to her belly chain, and he bounced the black chain on his fingertip. She didn’t stop him. She was doing everything she could to not whimper with the way he was looking at her.
“I… um…”
“Your body. Your pussy. Your ass. I want them.”
“Umm!”
“I will get inside your delicious ass, every inch.” The amount of times demons used words like ‘delicious’ and ‘delectable’ to describe her did not escape her. Neither did how much he was currently talking. Vin never talked this much.
He sat up straighter, and Mia outright squealed as she fell back. But thankfully he put his legs together underneath her, and she melted back against his thighs, forty-five degrees back so she could stare up at the titan currently describing what he was going to do to her ass.
“I d-don’t… know…”
“I will get both of–”
“Whoa! Whoa. Okay, I don’t know if you remember what just happened ten minutes ago, but my body was full. Totally full. I… I don’t see you getting… both…”
He licked his crocodile teeth as he smiled down at her.
“I will.”
She boiled alive as her skin blushed red. Double fuck.
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~~David~~
“You’re sure?”
“Sure!” The impin nodded, and shook David’s hand with enough enthusiasm David had to fight to keep balance. “Thanks! Will remember unmarked.”
That was that, then. The two-dozen imps and grems waved, each took a turn touching David’s hand, or arm, or back, or butt in some cases, and departed. But not before they also gave some attention to the Las. A little more attention than anyone expected, considering each imp and grem hugged them, kissed them on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and more than a few of the demons cheered for them.
The Las were apparently known among the imps and grems of the mountain, and judging from how careful the others were with approaching Caera, Jes, Daoka, and especially Acelina, the Las were braver than their fellow critters. That explained why they approached after that first angel attack.
David winced. The memory of angel screams cut his brain to pieces, and he put it back together as quick as possible.
Caera noticed. She raised her good brow as she looked up at him, but he dismissed it with a small wave, and she moved on. The mountain ended, the tunnel too, and the group exited the confines of cave and rock ceilings to the open world.
The sky. What a crazy world he lived in, in a perspective sense, if the sight of the swirling flames and clouds of amber smoke above were a welcome change. The tunnel took them out low to the ground, with mountains around them, and they’d find more tunnels to hide in before twilight hit.
“I don’t see any angels,” Jes said, and she hopped ahead and perched on a boulder. With an almost sexual groan, she stood up straight, stretched out her wings, and stretched out her legs and tail like she was doing yoga. “Finally. Wings healed, and no bloodgrip to tear me up.”
Acelina nodded as she came up to the boulder, didn’t climb it, but enacted the same routine, leaning on it so she could stretch her legs out behind her while simultaneously stretching her enormous wings. No holes in them, either. The only people still wounded were Daoka, currently sitting on Caera’s back, and Caera herself; her eye was taking a little longer to heal than expected.
“They didn’t join us,” Lasca said, and she grumbled as she fell in beside David.
Something hard touched his finger, and he snapped his eyes down. The little lady had snuck her claws around his hand, and she beamed up at him as she held it. And before he could process just how oddly cute that was, Laria came up and did the same thing on his other hand.
Caera chuckled as she prowled along, going past the gargoyle and spire mother still stretching themselves out. The sight of David with two little demons hanging off his hands was funny, evidently. If they’d looked like children, it’d have been one thing, but impas and gremlas were like shortstack demonesses with big eyes and wide mouths filled with sharp teeth. Cute one moment, sexy the next, and then straight-up terrifying sometimes.
It was still cute, though.
“I knew they wouldn’t,” Caera said. “You might wanna go on a journey and save the world, Lasca, but your kind are mostly happy to do nothing but eat and fuck all day.”
“Like eating,” Laria said.
“Like fucking,” Laara said, following behind David.
“But,” Lasca said, and she raised her free hand, finger up, “can’t eat and fuck if world gone!”
The other Las nodded with the profound statement.
Daoka clicked at the Las and earned some giggles from them. She sat in a groove between Caera’s spikes, the same David had used before, and she kept her hands on the tiger’s shoulders to keep steady. It would have been nearly as cute as the Las, a satyr riding a tiger, if not for the leather bandage wrapped around her stomach.
Acelina followed behind, and Jes pounced ahead until she caught up with Caera. Everyone fell into the same walking pattern they’d used before, even if it was unnecessary out in the open. Team synergy was good, and David smiled as he looked around at the ladies. Eight women, one man — boy, really — on a journey across Hell. The fellowship? Except, the harem version?
If he ever said the word harem, Jes would laugh at him, and Acelina would crush his balls under her hooves.
They followed a trench in the ground, leading around a valley to the right as they headed clockwise around the Hell circle. The Geeraz Tombs started in the valley, a vast array of tunnels that looked square-ish and almost man made, all under the rule of Domicela, the bailiff. But they went past the valley, around the curve of a mountain, and the sharp cliffs of Death’s Grip opened up enough the group peeked past them into the distance.
The Grave Valley waited, one week away.