Author's note: All characters are eighteen or older
The silhouettes in the foggy glass made Lukas groan when he got up to answer the doorbell. Great. Jehovah's Witnesses. He thought about pretending to not be home, but by now they'd have seen his silhouette too, and he couldn't stand rudeness. With a sigh he opened the door.
Then sucked the breath back in.
True, the pair before him were wearing the familiar uniforms of the group. Those rigid little white and black suits were impossible to mistake.
But those suits were generally not wrapped around such... ample figures.
Nor were they so tight.
And Lukas wasn't a hundred percent on this, but he was pretty sure no Jehovah's Witness would ever sport horns, yellow eyes, a spaded tail. Nor would they have skin sultry red or deepest purple.
They could have been twins but for their colouration. The same ample figures. The same beaming smiles and the same flowing blonde hair that framed faces of stunning beauty. The red one flashed a grin with a hint of fang. Her breasts threatened to burst out of her white shirt, her tie attached to a studded collar. "Hi!" she said, stepping closer. "I'm sister Rouge!"
"And I'm sister Violette," the purple skinned demon said, crowding her partner in the doorway.
"And we were wondering if you've heard the good word?" Rouge asked.
Lukas stared, his jaw slack with shock. "Th... the word of... of god?" he asked dumbly.
The pair rolled their eyes, exchanged a glance, and giggled. "Of course not, silly," Violette said.
"Absolutely not! We're spreading the word of Beelzebub," Rouge said.
"Can we come in?"
"Um..."
"We won't be long."
"And dearly want to tell you the word."
"Um... I... ah... O-okay."
The pair giggled again, pushing inside. "Thank you!" Rouge said, taking his arm, leaning against him, her large breasts squeezed against his chest. "So kind of you."
"So polite," Violette added, attaching herself to his other side, sandwiching him between the two sulfuric beauties. So close, Lukas realized that they were about half a head taller than him, threatening to put their busts at eye level. He felt his cheeks flush as the two spun him around, walking him back into the living room. "And what's our polite young man's name?"
"L-Lukas."
"Lukas!" Rouge said. "What a wonderful name."
"A handsome name," Violette put in.
"A pretty name for such a pretty boy."
Lukas cleared his throat, desperate to change the subject. "I uh... w-wait. I um... What exactly is... is the word?" he asked.
"Why, it's
the
word of course!" Rouge said.
"The word that will help you live your life without sin," Violette added.
"W-without sin?" he said. "But... I mean... aren't you um..."
"Demons?" Rouge said.
"Devils?" Violette added.
"Pretty girls?"
"Lovely girls."
"Soft girls."
"Beautiful beauties?"
"How kind of you to say!" Rouge said.
"He really is such a lovely young man," Violette giggled.
"I um... But, don't demons like sinning?" Lukas said.
"Oh goodness! Of course we do," Rouge said.
"But we hate it when humans do it," Violette added.
"You do?" Lukas said.
"Let us explain," Rouge said, and gave him a push.
Lukas grunted as he landed back in his easy chair. He realized they'd entered his living room. He also realized that the two beauties had taken a seat on the arms of his chair, leaning against him, smiling down at him with dazzling beauty.
"Sin is so lovely and naughty, but our lord Beelzebub hates it so," Rouge said.
"He does indeed," Violette giggled. "Because that means that silly humans are using free will."
"And that's so very wrong," Rouge cooed, her fingers teasing his hair, making his scalp tingle. "It's just so... naughty..."
"O-Oh," Lukas gasped, trying to follow them, but finding himself distracted. Their perfume was extremely heavy. Extremely potent. And extremely pleasant. He looked up at the demonic women, feeling small. Feeling uncertain. Feeling... Feeling...
Silly.
"'Oh' is right!" Rouge giggled. "Well done! And our lord hates people being naughty."
"People shouldn't be naughty," Violette agreed.
"And there's really only one way to prevent them from sinning."
"Oh, absolutely."
"Th-there is?" Lukas said.
"Absolutely!" the pair chimed. Violette suddenly shifted, sliding from the seat, oozing into his lap. She smiled down at him, her chest pushed out. So big. So soft. The jacket strained around her bust, the neckline plunging, revealing the depth of the valley of her tits. Her weight pressed him down, her smile dazzling him. "Our lord thinks sinning is so very wrong. But there's only one way to stop it!"
"Just the one," Rouge crooned, suddenly behind him, her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging.
"Th-there is?" Lukas said, looking between the two, trying to keep track. Trying to suppress the erection that strained his pants with Violette's firm bottom pressing down on it. His face reddening. Getting him flustered and hot and bothered. God, what was that scent they wore? It was making his head feel so heavy and woolen.
"Oh yes," Violette said, leaning in closer. "See, sin needs choice. Needs free will. So if we get rid of free will, no one can sin!"
"Isn't that clever?" Rouge giggled, nipping his ear, making him start.
"C-clever? Oh, uh, I mean... um, I guess so..."
"So glad you agree!" Violette giggled. "But then, how do we do this? How do we prevent people from making silly decisions? How do we keep silly humans from sinning? And then, our lord hit on it!"
"Oh he did!" Rouge said, and Lukas gasped as her soft lips pressed a kiss to his neck.
"Mnnn!" Lukas moaned, her lipstick tingling like ginger.
"Do you wanna know what he realized?" Violette said, leaning in closer, her breasts nearly reaching his face. Her finger rising, teasing those perfect purple orbs, stroking the ample mounds while her dark lashes fluttered, her finger brushing the top button, slipping under it, flicking it open.
Lukas gasped as her breasts bounced, pushing a bit more into the air. A little more revealed. A little more to tease him as he stared at them in awe.
"Do you really wanna know?" Violette cooed, flicking open another button.
"Gotta know," Rouge cooed, peppering his neck with tingling kisses. "Gotta ask. Gotta know."
"H-how?" Lukas said, his eyes riveted to her breasts. How they strained, bounced with every button, every one edging her a little closer to freedom. Edging her breasts towards him. Edging him as her hips slowly rolled, slowly rubbed her ass against his bulge until he whimpered.
"Oh my, but it's so simple," Violette said. "So very simple. We just gotta take away that free will. Just gotta make all of humanity silly..."
"Mindless..." Rouge cooed.
"Brainless..."
"Eager..."
"Bimbos," Violette sighed, snapped open the last button, and released her bust into the open air.
They were everything Lukas dreamed. Firm yet soft. Perfect without a hint of sag. Nipples dark points begging for a pair of soft, whimpering lips to wrap around them. They filled his view as they gently bounced, settling. Too perfect for the mortal world.
"Hope you don't mind," Rouge said, again licking his ear. "Poor Violette has been so cramped in her jacket all day. Her poor breasts were just aching to be released. Just begging to be let into the open. To be stared at by some nice, silly boy."
"M-mind?" Lukas stammered, finding it hard to look away. To tear himself from those perfect tits.
"You don't, do you?" Violette said, wrapping her arms beneath her bust, cradling those perfect orbs and fluttering her lashes at him. "I mean, if you do, I could always put them away again..."
