In Hell, past the Plains of Torment and the Glades of Misery, but not quite as far as the Screaming Sea, there was a small series of rolling hills that didn't have a name. There were no trees, the grass was brown and wilted, and everytime one sat down anywhere you'd find a rock that had simply appeared underneath where your rear end was going to be. Despite the lack of foliage and hostile rocks, the hills were an almost pleasant place in Hell, which meant that most of the denizens of that dark realm avoided it.
There were exceptions, however.
Atop one of the hills, a demon and a succubus fucked. Their bodies were pressed together in the heat of passion, forked tongue meeting aphrodisiac coated one as she bucked and writhed atop him. They were rather loud and exuberant in their coupling, moving with the passion of being the other's lover for millennia.
Which is to say, with much familiarity yes, but no small amount of boredom either.
Filia stopped moving mid-fuck, growing still atop Nicodemus. He too, grew more and more still underneath her, his throbbing cock locked inside her heat. Sweat coated her skin, laced with enough natural stimulants to turn a koala into a sex machine. His broad, red, rune-covered chest brimmed with it, coils of steam wafting up from his pectorals.
"Nico?" Filia said. "Is this... doing anything for you anymore?"
Nico started to say yes, to lie as demons do, but stopped himself. Lying only really meant something if you stood to gain something by lying, and the fact of the matter was that he was a bit tired of their routine. "No," he said. "I didn't want to say anything but..."
"Oh, thank Satan," Filia said, relaxing atop him.
"Yeah. Sorry."
"Aw, don't be," Filia said. She slid backwards, allowing Nico's thick demonhood to slip from between her legs. "I should've brought it up a couple centuries ago." She slid off him, sitting down on the grass. She winced, then reached down under her right buttock and yanked a rock out from under it.
Nico sat up and scooted next to her, careful to keep at least one part of his body on the ground at all times. The rocks were watching. "It's not that I don't like you anymore," he said. "It's just..."
Filia nodded, then drew back her arm and hurled the rock down the hill. "I'm getting bored down here, Nico."
"Same," he replied, gazing out over the expanses of Hell. Faintly, in the distance, he could hear the sounds of the damned being tortured. For the first few thousand years it had been a joy to hear, bringing fire to his dark and twisted soul. Now he tuned it out as best he could because it was so bloody annoying. "Things never change down here. Not unless big S wants them to."
"It's not you, I promise," Filia said, patting his flank. "You're still the sexiest demon I know."
Nico smiled. "Thank you."
"It's just that, by my nature, I need more than just you though."
Nico put an arm around her shoulders. "I understand. But I thought you sustained yourself over in the Second Ring?"
Filia made a dismissive noise. "The souls there can only provide so much," she said. "Plus it's much more in these days to wind up down here for Greed. The Fourth is packed to the gills."
Nico nodded. "So what do you want to do about it?"
Filia stared off into the distance. "Only thing I can really think of is going topside."
Nico had been afraid she'd say that. He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised a hand. "I know the Dark Lords have said we're no longer allowed to head topside because Satan's mostly done his job and the humans are going to be their own undoing within the next couple centuries. But where's the logic in that? Why can't we speed things up a little? Have a little fun before the trumpets sound and things get all doom and gloom?"
"Aren't there still angels crawling all over the place?" Nico asked.
Filia snorted. "Not nearly. I heard from some of the higher order succubi that they've lessened their presence in some areas to concentrate on holding big population centers. Heaven really shot themselves in their sandaled feet with the requirements to get in. The Hosts ranks are stretched thin."
Nico frowned. "How often do you eavesdrop?"
She grinned. "Enough to get a feel for what's really going on."
"I'm still not sure," Nico said. The idea of getting scorched by holy fire didn't exactly thrill him.
"Oh, come on," Filia teased, tugging on his arm. "We're lower level. They'll never even notice we're gone. Let's go have some fun." She put her lips by his ear. "Just think of all the nubile human women aching for your thick demon dick," she murmured.
Nico growled softly. He'd never been with anyone other than Filia, and he couldn't deny the quiver of anticipatory delight that passed through him. "And who could we talk to about taking a stroll topside?" he asked.
Filia stood up. "I've got someone in mind." Her wings flared out, wide and batlike with black membranes. She lofted into the air with a powerful stroke, flying around and getting some momentum. She passed over Nico, and the two clasped hands. Nico was bourne up into the air, away from the hills and their antagonistic rocks.
The two of them soared over the expanses of Hell, Filia using powerful strokes of her wings to carry them over thick columns of superheated air. There, she glided, and they were able to cross the realm with ease. The Plains of Torment and the Glades of Misery faded away behind them, as they passed over the River Styx where it flowed in a circle around the dark center of Hell, where the Rings sloped downward all the way to icy pit where the Dark Lord resided. Filia deliberately avoided flying over the yawning void - it gave her vertigo. Instead, she angled her body to the South, to the Forest of Hanged Men and the castle at its center.
"Azagthoth?" Nico asked, craning his head back to look at her. "Didn't he botch the Cold War?"
"Yep, and Satan never forgave him for it," Filia said, angling her body downward, the wind tugging at her ample, bare bosom. "I mean he got it perfect. Three names, six letters, Ronald Wilson Reagan. It was fucking perfect. And then Azagthoth just had to go and destabilize the USSR." She shook her head. "Moron. Thankfully humans are dumb and allowed a bunch of men who are somehow even more malicious to take over all the positions of power." Filia pulled up sharply at the castle walls, depositing Nico there before lighting down herself. Her wings snapped shit against her back.
"So why him?" Nico asked again.
"Well, the Matriarch is still close to him, and apparently he still resents Satan for blaming him for pulling the rug out from under Armageddon. So if it goes against what Satan wants, Azagthoth will probably help us with it." She grinned as she strolled ahead of him, shadows wrapping around her into a stringy, swimsuit like garment that flossed her ass, covered her nipples and sex, and not much else. "Also helps he's one of the original Fallen and has the power to actually, you know, get us up there."
"Fair point," Nico conceded.
