The Gathering (Closed)

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[Closed to Rainingheat and Faux_Pas]

2012 was a time of change. Not just for the humans, but for their way of life. Things were changing; current events, the value of currency, the cost of practically everything. How humans defined their lives was steadily changing as the years went on. Many things stayed the same, though. Life was still ended and created, untold numbers a day moved through the circle of life where one life ended and another took it's place. War was still inevitable, humans still fought for their desires with force. So, in 2012, the human world was very much the same as it was ten and twenty years ago. What wasn't the same, though, was the Underworld; the place where souls, incapable of redeeming themselves for the atrocities commited in their life in the eyes of whatever god or gods they worshiped, went after they died.

The vastness of the Underworld is unfortold, undefinable. It stretchess on endlessly, in constant need of filling and alive with the various Daemons and creatures that call it home. So, in a world rich with War and needless bloodshed and crime.....hundreds upon hundreds of deaths a month....there was plenty of souls to fill this void, at least we thought so. We, the Daemons of the Underworld who keep the balance in check and keep those that are unwanted by their gods in the Void, thought we had enough. 2012 changed all that though. In the summer of 2012, it was deemed by the Overlord; our Lord, King, and Master of Darkness, that the influx of souls into the Underworld had slowed. His advisors were certain that it wasn't due to any lack of death in the Upperworld; the realm of mortals and humans, and that it had to do with the fact that we were trusting in the balance of things to deliver them to our doorstep, just as the Gods and various Ellohiim (you humans might call them 'Angels') in the Overworld trusted in the balance for their souls.

So, what did we do about it? We did nothing. I, on the other hand, was responsible for who did do something about it. My name is Dakhan (Day-ken), and this is the telling of what we called 'The Gathering'. A plan in which I, Prince of the Underworld and Master of Demons, sent Succubi to the Upperworld to .....collect....the souls of humans. Men were the easiest of prey for the voluptuous demonesses created by my hand, but women fell prey too. These Succubi were special, a unique hybrid of Demon and Human energies. Of all my creations, only two stood out among the rest. They had been created in contrast to each other; two halves of a whole. They shared the same essence, the same energy, and complimented each other in ways I hadn't even intended. For all intents and purposes, they were twins, but very different from one another in looks and personality.

Their names are given in the report that follows; giving the details of the Gathering and the hidden plot that unfolded around it.
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"What do the reports say, Darrien?" The Overlord; the one being that ruled the Underworld in it's entirety, spoke, and everyone listened.
"W..w..we're short a few souls, my Lord." A slim Daemon, Daemon being that of a lesser Demon used for a multitude of tasks and not belonging to higher Demon blood, stammered his words as he spoke them.
"How many is a 'few', Darrien? I asked for numbers, not averages."
"W..we believe the shortage n..n..nears in the t..tens of hundreds, my Lord"
"Now that, is a number. Wouldn't it have been simpler to give me that number the first time?" He moved his hand to gesture towards the Daemon and he immediatly coward. "Relax, Darrien, if I wanted you killed; I'd do it when you were least expecting. Now then, tell me why this situation hasn't been dealt with?"
"Forgive me, Lord, we're t..t..trying our bests. We have all of our heads together on t..t..this and..."
"You...you, Darrien, not anyone else, told me that this would be taken care of. Do I tell my advisors to make promises they can not keep?"
"N..n..no, L..Lord...You don't. I..I'll get back to work on the problem, I..i..immediatly."
"Good...see to it that you do." With that, the Daemon rose and began to walk out of the Grand Hall where the Overlord sat when he wasn't in his chambers or out looking after his domain. "Darrien?" The Demon Lord held up his hand, palm out towards the back of the Daemon as he turned to answer his Lord.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I've changed my mind." With that, a thin beam of dark purple energy erupted from the palm of his hand, the body of the former advisor turning to dust as the beam made contact. "I'll not have you fail me again." He placed his hand back against the arm rest of the throne. "You," he pointed to a soldier class Daemon who was at attention along a far wall, "clean up what's left of Darrien and go find my son. Dakhan's probably tending to his creations, as usual."


"That's it girls, show me just how well you can use those tongues on Master's cock. Let me see what those whorish little mouths can do." Dakhan was leaned back relaxing in a large chair, his wings hanging to each side as he set his eyes on the two twin Succubi sluts that were tending to his swollen member. One of them was the darker of the two; her Demon form just as curvacious and perfect in all the right places as her various shapes she could assume. Her skin bore tatoo like markings etched into the flesh in different places about her body that seemed to move and shift of their own accord. Her large, swollen and voluptuous tits were pierced with one golden and one silver ring. Her ears were pierced with a few rings and studs. Lasty; her clit, which was always pulsing with need and conducting sexual energy, had a bar above it, pierced through the hood so that the curved bar dangled down upon it, adding to her pleasure when touched there.

The second of the two twins was practically the opposite. The skin was still covered in the tatoo like brandings, but no other modifications flawed her body. When Dakhan had made these particular two Succubi, he had used contrasting attributes to one another. He had made them in a set, with one being the dark, sexually twisted one; the other the seemingly innocent yet still undeniably hot one. They were both currently on their knees, servicing the hard shaft of their Master's cock, their tongues entwining and touching each other now and then as they did so, kissing each other passionatly when they couldn't resist. Dakhan, wanting to observe just how well they did what he created them for, watched without intterupting. This would be their last test....their last session before he had to present them to his father, the Overlord, and begin his plan.

 

[Faux_Pas]

The darkskinned demoness was curled at her Master's feet, buried beside her sibling in a desperate need for his taste. Her sister was pale and appeared so innocent, while Lilith simply seemed the epitome of a succubus. Her horns were equally thick and darkened, carvings made into them of ancient runes claiming her to her Master's service, black as coal hair running down her back, resting nearly to her ass. Tattoos and markings claimed so much of her skin, those gleaming piercings bestowed upon her by their master slipped through her overwhelming breasts' darkened ever-aroused nipples and constantly awakened clit.

Her mouth fought for its spot along their master's cock, trailing a path of heavy saliva along his length before finding her sister's mouth. Happily kissing against the other succubus' lips, her tongue made itself at home against this flesh as well, snaking out to run the tip of a silver barbell along her twin's lips. Her gaze raised as this took place, a purr from her lips as her tail wrapped between her own legs to tease gently against her Master's balls. A daring move, but one she enjoyed none the less. Would he slap her away, or allow her to continue? Master wished for pleasures, did he not?

"Mmmm..." Lilith purred happily against her sibling's lips, joining her in lathing his shaft in lavish affections, pulling back to let sister enjoy her own time on him. Her head lowered a bit compared to her sister, licking and sucking against the flesh her sibling presented upward from their master's testicles. The roaming free hand of sister was wonderful against her breast as it teased and pinched, flicking against her ornamentals so tauntingly, Lilith herself using her own free fingers to trace against her sister's ass, scraping gently along her skin, along the rounded curves of the demoness' behind, her other hand clutching against Dakhan's thigh to keep her balance.

"We hunger for you, Master," She breathed out, licking once more against him before raising back up. "I feel my own desire, and taste my sister's need upon her lips..." To prove this, she leaned over once again, kissing her sibling and running her tongue into the other's mouth, letting a string of saliva connect their mouths as she pulled back. "We ache for you, Great One. Won't you bestow us with your gift? None of the humans you've brought to us taste as you do, Master... Delicious as they may be, they simply do not quench us as you do..."

Lilith leaned in once again, tracing the ball of that piercing up against him once again, letting the head of it linger a moment against his own. Her tail was still teasing, playing, simply stroking against him. She knew better than to simply take without his permission. He gave all, he decided. But still, there was fun to be had in at least providing encouragement.

 

[RainingHeat]

It was strange, how she and her twin shared the same eyes. Dark, glittering, filled with all manner of heat, desire, evil, want, need, lust, pleasure, screams, moans, whimpers, beggings, pleadings, laughing, grinning, and lastly that knowing wink when a soul is so utterly and totally devoured. She and her sister shared that same gleam in their dark eyes.

Oh, and they shared their Master, of course, Lord Dakhan.

But Lilith, that was her twin, and Falith, that was her, shared really, nothing else. They were opposites of one another. Dark and Light, Depraved and Innocent, Filthy and Pure, Ying and Yang, Black and White, Hot and Cold, Fire and Ice. That, perhaps was almost the best analogy for the sisters. Fire, Lilith, and Ice, Falith. Fire consumed, Fire heated, Fire provided, Ice cleansed, Ice cooled, Ice preserved....

Not that she was going to preserve anything, other than the souls she cultivated for her Master, if one wanted to call that, preserving.

But at the moment, souls were really the very last thing on Falith's mind. The very last thing. And why would that be, you may ask? Well, it was pretty simple. She was on her knees, beside her twin, currently with her warm, wet, hungering mouth, wrapped around her Master's cock. Her dark eyes were closed for the moment, as she savored the taste, the thickness, the texture of his member, suckling the length deep into the back of her throat, the bulbous head engulfed by the ring of throat muscles as she swallowed around him, increasing the pressure along the entire surface of his shaft. Pulling back, until the length fell free, her sister's mouth replacing her own, tasting both her and him...

They were quite the sight at his feet, Lilith with her ebon mane of the purest black, Falith with her shimmering golden mane, where Lilith was marked and pierced, Falith for the most part was not. Heat surrounded Lilith, the heat of lust, coolness seemed to exude from Falith, pure, innocence. But she was far from innocent.

Her soft pink tongue sought her sister's and for a moment, with their Master's cock between them, they kissed, lips meeting, Falith accepting the slithering tongue of Lilith, only to entwine her own around, with a low purring moan.

Fingers sought to touch, finding her twin's ample pierced breast, palming the heaviness, the steel that cut thru the nipple pressed to her skin. She so enjoyed teasing her, as she squeezed gently, before flicking her fingertip against the steel bar, delighting in her twin's reaction, but it was not like she was devoid of touch herself, as the two of them writhed at their Master's feet, she gasping at the grip of the twin's hand along the smoothness of her backside.

"We hunger for you, Master," she echoing her sister's words.

"We ache for you, Great One. Won't you bestow us with your gift? None of the humans you've brought to us taste as you do, Master... Delicious as they may be, they simply do not quench us as you do..."

It was as if they thought with one brain... they spoke together so perfectly...

Falith met her twin's tongue then, to ever so slowly begin to lave his cock once more, she on one side, Lilith on the other, both tongues gliding up from the base to the tip. Falith sat back for a moment to watch her Twin as she consumed him once more, a grin, evil for one who looked so pure and pristine as she did, curling her lips. The tip of her own tongue darting out to moisten those lips, almost as a bit of a distraction as her sister's eyes fell to what she was doing, even as she devoured their Master's cock.

Did she even feel the slither of her tail, as Falith tantalizingly slid it along her twin's supple thigh, it curling around possessively like a serpent, until the tip came to rest at the warmth of her slit. Her smile never wavering, nor did her eyes as she focused on her twin, the tip of her tail beginning a slow stroking along that wet entrance. "Ahhhhh so wet for Master" she coo'ed, her eyes finally leaving her Twin to lift to His, "so wanton, so heated, on fire for Him, my sister" she crooned as she continued that touch, back and forth along the softness of her pussy lips, coaxing forth more sweet moisture, and watching her sister's hips rocking slowly, even as her own were from just the sensation that traveled up her tail to warm her own lust...


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An idea of what Falith looks like:

http://s1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/RainandHeat/demoness_by_creativeguy59-d51kx0o.jpg

 

[BehaviorMod]

Dakhan was blisfully enjoying the attentions his two creations were giving him, eagerly worshiping his thick organ as they attempted to obey and pace themselves. They knew if they were too greedy, too eager, punishment would come.

Through the 12 months that Dakhan had created and raised the twin demonesses he'd named 'Succubus', he had occasionally stolen away to the surface above the Underworld, the Upperworld, and taken a human. Sometimes they were male, sometimes they were female, and they were always given to the twins to play with. Dakhan had to teach them how to use the voluptuous bodies he had gifted them with, and what their demonic powers did to humans that succumbed to them.

Now, though, the twin succubi sluts had developed a craving for Dakhans seed. They desired it down their throats; nourishing their bellies, inside their cunts; coating their insides, and splattered over their tits; which seemed to make them swell even more, making them temporarily larger than they were already. His seed was their sustenance, their life force. The gift of creation they had been nurtured on. To call these creations of his 'cumsluts' would be putting it mildly.

Falith, with her contrasting icy pale flesh, had taken turns pushing the crown of his thickness between her lips before allowing Lilith to replace hers; a sort of 'tag' with his dick being the center of attention. His hide dark and gray from years in the Underworld and an even darker, blackened carapace of chitinous natural armor accented the stronger features of his body. Being the sort of creatures they were, however, this natural armor could be softened back into sensitive flesh, and flesh could be hardened back into solid plates. As his creations lavished attention to his cock, only his chest remained reinforced with the hard natural armor.

Dakhan sighed out, a partial moan escaping his throat as he felt Falith's lips catch on the ridge of his cock before it fell from her lips with a wicked grin. As the seemingly more innocent of the two rocked back a bit to admire her whorish sisters work, Lilith's tail teased that sensitive spot near his ass that she knew could easily coax his first orgasm out of him. Not that there wouldn't be plenty more where that came from; more that his creations would hungrily accept. He looked down upon his 'children' and watched as they kissed and groped the others body , never once letting that stop them in their ministrations of his own body.

It wasn't until the pair spoke; their words echoing out as if from one person, but their tones different and in unison; their begging sensual voices sounding of liquid sex and urges while Lilith pressed a little more with her tail against that sweet spot, did Dakhan acknowledge his toys.
"We hunger for you, Master...I feel my own desire, and taste my sister's need upon her lips...We ache for you, Great One. Won't you bestow us with your gift? None of the humans you've brought to us taste as you do, Master... Delicious as they may be, they simply do not quench us as you do..."

"Mmmm, easy my pets. This is about patience, pacing. If you are not in control of those whorish urges I've instilled you both with, if you let the craving for sex consume your willpower; the mission will be lost." As he spoke, watching Falith's tail tempt and tease her sisters dripping lips as the helpless demon girl began to rock and grind in to it, he reached forward and grabbed Lilith by the horns, forcing her mouth down around his swollen member until it was lodged deep inside her throat as it contracted around him, milking his length until he tugged her head back and allowed her a breath of air.
"Make no mistake, my fucktoys, if you unleash the same raw sexual energy you use with me on a human; it will burn their body to ashes." Dakhan grabbed Falith now, replacing Liliths throat with that of her sisters as he spoke, holding her there until he finished his next words. "Mmm fuck.....That is why control is important. Slowly siphon their sexual energies, do not take them all at once. Are we clear?"

As he finished, he pulled the air starved Falith from his cock and let her gasp for a breath of air. "Good girls. Now that we're understood, Lilith; you know how to use that tail on me, I give you permission, but don't forget to use those hands and hungry mouth of yours too." His fierce eyes flicked to Falith and he gripped her by the slightly curving horns, tilting her head so she was forced to look into his eyes. "As for you, I want those hips in my lap, those tits in my face, your tongue against mine as your sister works my cock." He grinned down at the sight of her tail dipping between the folds of Lilith's little cunt. "You can keep that tail busy with your sister's wetness, don't worry."

Dakhan slipped his own tail forward to slither around Faliths leg and then into her dripping hole as she straddled him, the wet sound of his appendage entering her and stretching her open as it filled and curled inside her was audible to them all. As Lilith's mouth was being filled with his thickness while Falith worked at her cunt; Dakhan would give the cool, sensual, but equally depraved Falith something to ride; something to grind; something to roll those hips against as his tail stretched her open.