~~David~~
The room was huge. The walls were spread out, stone, with no window. It had two sections: the pit, and a stone staircase on the side that led up to a sort of raised dining area, where a massive table and chairs waited to be used. A giant room, where you could either go up the side to sit and dine, or go into the center, onto the enormous pile of blankets. Not a bed, just blankets.
"Blankets?" David asked.
Laoko nodded and strutted around the room, hooves going clop clop on the blackwood floor.
"I stayed in this room when I worked with Timaeus. And I have tasted too many comforts to not enjoy some of the pleasures of the Scar. So, silk blankets from fallo spiders, of course." Smiling, she leaned against the stone staircase, the dining area above her, and she eyed David. "We will be safe here, but I suppose you will want to sleep in shifts as usual."
"Of course," Jes said, and she tapped a fang, staring at the soft mountain. "Can I--"
"Sit. Come, sit." Laoko sat on the edge of the pile, leaned back, and planted all four palms against it behind her. "I forget in Death's Grip, you're all barbarians who know nothing but rock and stone."
"Not true!" Jes flared her wings, thought twice, hooked them on her shoulders, and hopped on top of the mountain. "I lived in the spire for a long time, working for Zel. And..." Sighing, she melted into the softness and spread her limbs, her tail, and her wings. Whatever thought she'd been ready to counter with disappeared.
Everyone joined her. The Las tested the blankets, tugging at them a bit, before they squealed and dove into them. The others found places to sit around the edges, but it was clear everyone was trying to enjoy the soft blankets a little more than they wanted to show. All except Moriah. She leaned against the wall, dragged herself up the stairs, and sat in a chair too big for even the tall angel.
"Angel," Laoko said, "you need not--"
"Leave me be."
No point in arguing with her. David shrugged, joined the girls, and almost cried. How long had it been since he'd felt something so soft on his ass? Not since Jes and Dao had captured him. They'd had a bed in their little hideaway, and even that was harder than this.
Caera flopped out on the blankets on her stomach beside David and slowly wagged her tail from side to side.
"I took having a bed for granted," David said.
Daoka chirped at him, nodding, and slid closer.
Laoko slid closer, as well. "You are an interesting human, David."
"The human part," Jes said, and she crawled down and sat beside them on the pile edge, "is up for debate."
"Regardless, you don't hear souls speak up to demons very often, especially tetrads. You surprised Timaeus."
David looked down at his sandals. A couple months ago, David wouldn't have said a word. Way back in another lifetime, he'd have been happy to keep his mouth shut and deal with things as they came, not open his mouth and make changes happen himself. Sure, he got into arguments and debates with people all the time. For topics he cared about, personal interests, speaking up was easy. But serious stuff? No, he'd always shut up and let others make the decisions.
"I used to be a pretty quiet guy," he said. "Been in Hell... around forty days now, and I guess I've changed in more ways than obvious." Hand out in front of him, he analyzed his fingers and knuckles, as if he could spot more changes. No luck. "I mean, I know I can speak up when I have to. I don't have trouble talking, or even taking charge. I just hate doing it. I'd prefer to let others do the talking, take charge, and make all my decisions for me."
Dao chirped some more and raised a claw.
"Too late," Jes said. "He's your pet, but I think things have grown a bit bigger than him just being your pet."
Sighing, the satyr kissed David's cheek. He kissed hers back.
"I'd love to go back to that," he said. "That seemed like a pretty good deal, considering."
"'Course it did." Laughing, Jes got up and stretched out her wings. "Couple of beautiful demon girls who'd fuck you every night, feed you, keep you safe, and even dress you?"
"Exactly."
Caera laughed, turned, and lay her torso on his lap, back spikes up. Squashed. She was hot, but damn, she was heavy.
"Then I'd have never met you."
"Unacceptable," David said. "Also, ow. Armor." Meera metal did not feel good on the skin, and Caera's breastplate scraped against his thighs.
With some more laughs, Caera got up and began removing each chunk of armor. Like a signal, the rest of the girls did, too.
David watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as the eight... nine demons got up, and got naked. They groaned, stretched, shook out their tails, legs, wings, and threw their armor to the side with zero consideration for scratches or dents. Meera metal always looked like it'd been ripped off a car from a junkyard and spray-painted black. This was probably why. If they took care of it, maybe it'd shine more, but then again, who wants their metal armor to shine in a fight?
He looked up at Moriah. She watched from her perch above, and everyone gave her her space. Even the Las had figured out the angel was not to be disturbed.
"Soft!" Lasca said, and she squirmed on the blankets. Already naked, and she rubbed the silk on her nipples. "Nice! Soft!"
"Soft!" the remaining Las said, stripped, threw their armor pieces away -- clang -- and threw themselves onto the mound. "Soft!" Squealing, they giggled and rolled, whined because they hurt their wings rolling, buried their faces and naked bodies in the silks, and giggled some more.
"Soft. Silk from the Scar always it," Laoko said. With an almost sexual groan, she got up, undid the armor of her breasts and set the armor aside with a more delicate touch than the others. And unlike the others, she didn't just do some mindless, quick little stretches. She hardcore stretched, four arms behind her, chest jutted out, and she stuck out each leg and hoof in turn. Then forward, four arms in front of her, until she'd folded in half like a pretzel and two palms touched the floor while two other arms wrapped around her calves. Full-on Yoga.
