~~Author's Note~~
Welcome. "A Taste of Hell" is a mini series of small novelettes, each told from a unique point of view of side characters in my upcoming main series "The Pleasures of Hell", a fantasy adventure set in Hell. While the main series will have two PoVs, both human (brother and sister) and not featured in this series, these prologue/bonus chapters will give curious readers a taste of this setting from the view of the various angels and demons that populate it, and a taste of the erotic elements.
These chapters are entirely optional. No need to read them if you'd prefer to go into the main series blind.
Erotically, "A Taste of Hell", and "The Pleasures of Hell", will focus largely on monster girls and monster boys, usually paired with someone not monster-y. Expect lots of kinks to be explored, with exaggerated proportions, size difference, deep/large penetration, harems and/or reverse harems, and plenty of others. There'll be fantasies for dominant and submissive readers alike. Erotic scenes that are particularly long and descriptive will be bracketed with ♥♥♥ /♥♥♥. If you're not looking for a juicy scene, skim the dialog in these sections so you don't miss anything important.
As for this chapter, I may have gone a little (lot) overboard on the sex. It happens, I apologize! But it's a good chapter for exploring some of the more monstery aspects of the sex in this series.
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~~Three years before the Arrival~~
~~Yosepha~~
She was Yosepha, born of the Heavenly Island Ravid, and one of the mikalim angels. Battle called to her. The sword and shield of Michael flowed in her blood. She would die upon the planes of Hell, defending the gates of Heaven from demons of grand design and delusions of power both.
Except, here she stood, bored and waiting in one of the adult caretaker sanctums of the Ravid island, one of the last places she wanted to be, and frowning at her friend Janiya. It wasn't that she had a problem with sanctums. The angels within performed many services for the humans, of all ages, depending on the sanctum. Some played with the children who died too young. Some tended the war torn, and soothed the wounds on their souls. Some jousted verbally with the quick witted, or played games with the humans who wanted to spend their time in Heaven enjoying themselves, until they decided their time had come to move on.
It was just, this particular sanctum was one where the humans came to satisfy their sexual desires, an adult sanctum, and Yosepha did not want to be here. For many humans, sex was a great way for them to heal the damage to their souls. For others, sex was a game, one of many they wished to play to enjoy their time in the afterlife, until they were ready to move on. Janiya preferred to work with the humans who had suffered while alive, and who needed a gentle, sexual touch, to heal. And when her patient started to heal, she indulged their newfound joy with increasingly erotic treatment.
The white marble around them, with hanging drapes of almost clear silk, and open archways that allowed the eternal sky to shine light into the sanctum, was beautiful. The gold vines that swirled and lined each curve of the building shone brilliantly in the white rays of Heaven's light. This sanctum, meant for humans old enough to understand and appreciate sexuality, could not be entered or seen into by children, for which Yosepha was thankful; she couldn't stand the little brats. But there were plenty of things in the sanctum to annoy her regardless.
Yosepha sighed, and looked up and away from her friend, and the human man on her lap. But Janiya's sigh of pleasure brought Yosepha's eyes back, and despite herself, she found herself watching.
Janiya sat within one of the pools, with no roof above to hide them from Heaven's sky. The water reached her waist, where a man's head and shoulders rested on her thighs, his legs out on the bench built into the white marble pool's wall. Naked, the man sighed softly into one of Janiya's enormous, pale breasts, and nudged his face into it where it sat against his lips and nose. Janiya's breasts, utterly ridiculous in size, were more than capable of reaching the man's face on her lap, her left breast covering most of it. And when she leaned forward a little, her long red hair stirring behind her, she helped guide her nipple into the man's mouth.
The human man was plenty tall, six feet, but Janiya was an angel, standing six and a half feet tall; average height for an angel of female tilt. The large man was more than well kept in her hands, and he sighed his own pleasure into her soft breast as she made sure to press it down against his face. With her wings relaxed against her back, Janiya stroked the man's long black hair against the back of his head with her left hand, combing it through the water, while her right hand gently stroked his hard penis, just under the surface of the hot pool.
After fifteen minutes of watching this coddling, Yosepha groaned loud enough for her friend to look at her.
"Janiya, come now, can't you do this another time? I wanted to speak to you," Yosepha said. The humans had all the years they wished, to satisfy their desires. Their endless indulgences could wait.
The damnable woman smiled up from the pool at her, emerald eyes shining under wet strands of red hair. She shifted her shoulders a bit, large, soft wings resettling against her back and where they met the wall of the pool, and she shivered as she leaned back again. Even leaning back, the soft woman's ridiculous breasts were large enough to reach the man's face and bury it, so he could continue suckling on her, while she massaged his girth.
"You may speak. Jomei is relaxing."
Relaxing, right. The Asian fellow definitely looked relaxed.
Yosepha rolled her eyes, and looked across the small pool to another angel who sat with his patient. Masada was a beautiful angel of male tilt, and well over seven feet tall, slightly taller than angels of male reflections. Short brown hair, azure eyes, tan skin, and the musculature of any mikalim. He was no mikalim, but he looked the part, save for the gentle, tender look in his dreamy eyes.
Like Janiya, he sat on the ledge built into the pool wall, water up to his waist, and like Janiya, his patient sat on his lap. Unlike Janiya, his patient was a human woman, and rather than rest her head on the man's lap, she leaned back and away from Masada's chest so she rested horizontal along the surface of the water. Masada held the small, blond woman's hips, and he gently eased her back and forth in the water, slowly sinking her down onto his shaft until her body accepted every inch of him, before he just as slowly eased her off half his length. Back and forth along the surface of the water, the human woman let out quiet whimpers and moans, as she melted into what looked like a very soothing, pleasing pace.
Of course, Masada was massive compared to her, and angels were well endowed relative to humans, even relative to their own size. There was a discernible bulge along the small woman's belly showing how much her caretaker filled her, a sensation she obviously enjoyed. Leaning back as she was, Yosepha didn't have to lean over very far to get a peek at how much the woman's smooth, tiny slit was spread around the angel's thick girth, spread utterly taut, and how her juices coated him; the water of the pool would not wash such fluids away, such was the adults' sanctum pool.
"Masada," Yosepha said with a grumpier tone than she meant. Ah well, too late now. "Be careful with the poor girl."
"I have been taking care of Jennifer for years," Masada said, and he smiled up at Yosepha with the same damn, perfectly patient and charming smile as Janiya, before he slowly, tenderly, eased the woman down and down onto his long length, until her lips met the base of his girth. The distension along her belly reached past her navel. "I know what she likes."
Jennifer managed to open her eyes enough to smile up at Yosepha and nod, before she closed them again. She whimpered, obviously struggling to manage how deep the angel penetrated, and how thick he was. But Masada was right, he knew what he was doing. Which of course made Yosepha all the more uncomfortable, standing around, watching two angels and two humans enjoying themselves.
Yosepha didn't normally have much of a sex life, but her last encounter had etched sex so deeply into her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Even watching Masada now, an angel she never really thought about in a sexual manner, was stimulating. The way he held onto the small human, and penetrated her so deeply...
Yosepha took two steps back to stand over and beside Janiya's shoulders, and let out an annoyed groan, hoping to grab her friend's attention. Janiya ignored her. In fact, her friend sighed heavy bliss, let go of her patient's length, and instead used her right hand to stroke her free breast. Fingers gently plucked and softly pinched the swollen, pink nipple, while the man on her lap suckled away, earning some more groans of pleasure from her. She quivered, and her moans turned into light mewls, betraying a creature as grand and powerful as her.
But soon her noises settled, and she relaxed back against the pool wall as she took her patient's penis back into her grip.
"Really, Janiya?" Masada asked from across the small pool. "Orgasm, before your patient?"
Janiya laughed, a soft and fluttering sound, shrugged, and stroked her patient's head lovingly, as well as his length. "Jomei refuses to let me treat him without indulging me."
Yosepha grumbled under her breath, quiet enough to keep the two chuckling angels from hearing her. Damn gabriem. She sat down on the edge of the pool, and let her bare feet dip into the warm water. Everyone else was naked, but she wore her white silk robes and jewelry, and it'd be staying that way, no matter how many times they invited her into the water.
Unlike her friend, Yosepha was of dark skin, with short curly black hair. At slightly over six feet tall, she was shorter than most angels of female reflection, and she carried a little more muscle on her lithe frame than the soft Janiya.
Plenty of the humans desired Yosepha, and more than a few had asked if she wished to join them in the adults' sanctum. They said they liked her obsidian eyes, her sharp face, and often said things like 'her ass was to die for'; the pun was not humorous. She said no. She had little interest in most humans. Though, watching Masada with his patient now, she had to admit there was a certain appeal in her smaller, frailer body compared to the angel's. But not enough to draw her sexual desires.
The things that did...
Sighing, she got up, and stepped over to one of the nearby mirrors, tall enough for any angel. Angels within sanctums were always in their rest state, holding the potram rune in their minds that came naturally when they weren't fighting, or debating. Yosepha's garb with potram was lovely, a white silk robe that left her arms exposed, gold bracelets and chains that circled her wrists, biceps, her tiny belly, her ankles, and several gold necklaces and earrings. Gold mascara and lipstick as well, all part of the presentation of her potram and her latest reflection.
Romakus said he loved the way the gold contrasted her dark skin.
She shivered, rubbed her arms, and looked over her shoulder to Janiya. The man in her lap had gotten up, stood in front of her, and now merrily thrust his length between her breasts as she sat for him. The girl on Masada's length now sat upright, and pressed her chest to his body, hugging him, and bouncing on him desperately. There were other couples in the pool, humans, quiet in the presence of angels. Some were masturbating, and others engaged each other sexually. They'd also worked themselves closer to climax, until even their hushed voices were laced with moans.
Rolling her eyes, Yosepha leaned against a pillar overlooking the pool, and watched. Just because she didn't have a particular desire to join them, didn't mean the sight wasn't slowly growing on her. Janiya and Masada were gorgeous, and ridiculously charming. Heaven knew what it was doing when it birthed them, and the other gabriem. Humans melted at the sight of them.
Yosepha smiled down at the small woman on Masada's lap, and how, despite her attempts to take a more aggressive role, she was quickly overwhelmed and forced to lean back, limp in Masada's hands. The human was tiny, compared to the angel. It was easy to imagine Yosepha on Masada's lap, except, not Masada. Romakus. His huge hands on her body, his titanic wings burying her in shadow.
Yosepha shivered, and watched.
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"I think you should avoid him, Yosepha," Janiya said, shaking her head as she slipped her toga back on.
