By Ruin Redeemed

Shale was not a succubus. She was a fire spirit, a creature of smoke, and rising air, of freedom and flight and passion. Despite knowing this intellectually, Caelel Silverhawk was unable to stop thinking of that heavenly taxonomy - while no demon had ever in their entire immortal existences called themselves succubus, angelic texts had been quite clear as to what made a succubus. It was impossible for Cae to think of anything else as Shael strutted from closet to closet within what had once been the Lady Ruin's dressing chambers.

It was the long, red legs. It was the flame-flecked tail. It was the curved horns. It was the glittering, coal bright eyes. It was her almost infectious air of raw, eager carnality - not the simple lust of bodies pressing together, but in every aspect of sensation and

touch

. Cae could see it sparking on her features as she touched a dress here, caressed a bow tie there, nuzzled slightly against what seemed to be very, very tight and very, very gold hose. She turned from those and beamed.

"Ah, these would be perfect!" she said, her grin wicked. Her cheek made a stark contrast...one that Cae remembered vividly. It had involved a wicked, grinning Baron of Fire as he kissed his way along her belly...

"Ahem!" Cae coughed. "I don't think that would be appropriate to wear for a...social engagement."

"Why?" Shale asked, faux innocence sparking in her eyes.

Cae crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, intently. "You will note that it's the same color as my skin. Degi wouldn't be able to tell if I was wearing any pants."

"Exactly!" Shale beamed.

Cae sighed. "This is absurd. I have an invasion of Heaven to plan. And diplomacy to accomplish-"

"The envoys have been sent. Citri has sent several of my sisters off. It will take time for the House of Destruction to be interested in sending anyone back - you can take a

day

to relax. Besides, your snakes are still mustering." Shale flipped one hand dismissively. "Besides, you will want the whole House of Ruin to be at your back. That means, you must woo Degi."

"Does it?" Cae shook her head. She let her gaze shift from her excitable fire spirit friend to the dresses and gowns and men's clothing that the Lady Ruin had gathered in her career. A part of her was...shocked. Lady Alia had always seemed so intensely focused upon the practical and the estoeric in equal measures, not the frivolous. She had studied the makeup of angels and the arts of raw power - she had learned the very language that had spoken Creation itself into being. So, it seemed quite odd that she had also collected so many things that had no purpose beyond being...bright and colorful. She made a face and frowned. "Why did Lady Alia get all these fripperies?"

"Fripperies?" Shale asked, voice muffled - she had gone even deeper into the closets, rummaging about. "These were her finest weapon, her sharpest knife. How do you think she kept peace between our Houses and the others for her whole life. That woman could run a dinner party that would make Gluttony leave satiated - so fine that even Rapine and Corruption would dress to impress." She laughed. "How do you feel about...ah, quickleather?" She stepped out, waggling the improbably narrow, impossibly stretchy looking bright pink costume.

"I...I don't even know how I'd...wear that..." Cae stammered, cocking her head.

Shale drew a line over one breast, down between the cleft of her thighs, then back up and over her other shoulder, then down over her other breast, meeting once more at the cleft of her thighs.

"Burn it!" Cae exclaimed.

Shale frowned. "Well, that's rude." She shook her head, then went back to rummaging. "And what did you mean by does it?"

Cae blinked. "Does it?" She asked, a bit thrown.

Shale peeked back out once more. "I said you need to woo Baron Degi, and you said does it?"

Cae's cheeks brightened in a blush, silver welling against gold. "Uh...well, I mean..." She waved her hand. "Like, does Degi even need to be...I...we know...that is, the...uh...demons and such."

Shale chuckled softly. "Do you wish to try that sentence again with even ground and a proper formation - that rabble of a ramble has been routed and driven into the sea." Her grin was wicked, her teeth glinting like obsidian chips.

Cae sighed, then crossed her arms over her chest. "All of you are part of the House of Ruin! Degi is a part of Arral, as much as Citri is. So, doesn't he already...

know

me." She blushed. "In the, uh, carnal sense?" She thrust out her hand to Shale, taking the fire spirit in. "L-Like you! ...right? Do you?" She was suddenly aware of how the two of them were quite alone in the dressing room. Shale's grin grew yet more wicked. Her tail began to flick from side to side, the flaming tip scattering sparks in the air that hung like an inverted copy of her grin, tracing in the air behind her as she sauntered towards Cae, rolling her hips with lasivious eagerness. She stood up upon her tippy toes to reach Cae's ear - being quite a bit shorter than the muscular war-angel - and whispered.

"Are you asking...if I know what it is to slide my

hot

, eager tongue into that silver and gold pussy of yours? To feast upon your divine juices, to wring wanton, desperate moans from those lips...so pure, so chaste...are you asking..." Her hand caressed, slowly, along Cae's back, rumpling her simple shift, then teasing along the join of wing-muscle to back, her finger slipping between the shift's fabric and Cae's exposed skin, taking advantage of the narrow slits in her shift. "...if I know what it is to...

thrust

my mighty, thick cock deep inside of you, to feel you

clench

on me, as if a fist was holding me...stroking me, trying to wring from my big...fat...

red

balls a deluge of demonic spunk." She licked Cae's eartip and Cae bit her lip so hard she almost bled, trying to keep herself from making a single noise. Shale's hand slipped around, cupping her right tit as she leaned into her left ear. Her growl was so feral and close that it buzzed into Cae's head. "Are you asking if I know what it is like to squeeze your gorgeous, perfect angelic titties and tug and pull on your turgid silver nipple until you break down and mewl like a kitten wanting cream?"

Cae trembled, her wings tightening to her back as she remained perfectly still.

Shale released her and drew away, lifting her hands into a shrug as she tossed her head. "No idea, honestly. The connection between Citri and me is actually fairly tenous - I am only a third circle demon, after all."

Cae spluttered. "You minx!"

"What, it's not hard to

guess

," Shale said. "The tent fabric was quite thin."

"You!" Cae reached, as if to grab her.

Shale, grinning, turned to face her. "Oh, don't threaten me with a good ti-

eep

!"

She squeaked as Cae grabbed her, lifted her, then pinned her to the wall. The flame spirit's legs did not touch the grund, and their noses were inches apart. Cae growled, softly. "You demons think you can get away with

anything

, you know?"

"U-uh..." Shale stammered. She seemed honestly taken aback. Cae felt a feral flicker of pleasure inside of herself...and embraced that sense of uncertainty. Part of her wished badly to kiss Shale, despite her being a woman - and while Cae had felt flickering calls to Sappho, she had never been...able to actually take that full step. Another part of her wished to dunk her flaming head in a bucket of water as payback for such teasing. And both mingled in her mind as she let herself ride that uncertainty down into a kiss, mouth to mouth, smoldering tongue and eager, questing divinity. She felt the ascension blooming inside of her...

It was getting easier every time.

Two more wings fanned above and below, and her eyes glowed brilliantly as Cae drew back, her voice husky. "

How's that

?" she whispered.

Smoke drifted from Shale's lips, and her eyes were faintly dazed, as if she had been struck by lightning, not merely kissed. Her mouth formed incoherent sounds. "Zuh...uh...ahl...b...but...whao..." She blinked a few times. "Y-Your eyes."

Cae grinned. "

Those aren't what you should be focusing on

." Her thrumming voice rang inside of the dressing room as she leaned forward and kissed her friend and, now, lover. Her breasts and Shale's pressed together as Cae leaned into the touch, her hands gliding down to cup and squeeze Shale's very taut red rump and hold her easily against her own belly. She felt the hot, wet eagerness of the other woman and knew she was causing it - and that knowledge was

good

. Cae's tongue plunged in, then drew back and she pulled her head away just enough to let Shale whimper and pant. Cae noticed that thin sparkles connected their lips: Gleaming, glowing salavia.

She was charged with more angelic magic now than she was in her day to day life, and it felt...

glorious

.

"

Mmm, you are quite a tempting trollop,

" Cae crooned. "

Just like your Baron."

She shifted her hand, and found that it was pathetically easy to hold Shale with but one. This freed her right to grab onto Shale's maid-top and then rip down. Black and white fabric parted, revealing bright red skin, eager handfull sized breasts, dark red nipples achingly hard and just begging to be licked, to be sucked, to be worshiped. Cae leaned forward and before her lips quite touched the other woman's flesh, a thin spark of golden lightning lept from her lips to Shale, who hissed and bucked her hips, arching her back.

"O-Oh Destroyer!" Shale gasped. "W-What has gotten into you!"

"

It's more what will get into you I am thinking of right now,"

Cae crooned, and the raw confidence that filled her pushed her to shift her grip and press two of her bright golden fingers against the dark red-black pussylips of the woman she had pinned up against the wall. She crooked, then thrust up into Shale, finding her demonic snatch was tight and sopping wet. Sparks flickered around her hand, and a thin line of lightning crawled along her elbow to her wrist to Shale, sparkling along her body as Shale's eyes widened and then her back arched even harder. Her sex clenched on Cae's fingers as if she was trying to force them out, and a thin wail echoed off the walls as she screamed in bliss...and she did not merely spurt.

She

flooded

Cae's palm with her demonic juices. They dripped down Cae's palm, splattering onto the carpet, raising a thin line of reddish steam from the fabric, and continued to come from her as, without moving her hand, her arms, or even twitching her thumb, Cae saw a second orgasm rip through Shale - an orgasm brought in the same way that an echo brings a call back within a canyon. A similar, though lesser, orgasm reveberated through Shale as she gasped out words. "Oh Destroyer! Oh my...fuck...oh

Creator

, oh every Hell...ah..." She panted heavily. "Wh...what...was that?"

Cae blinked, then chuckled. "

An archangel's fingers?"

"That...that was...ah...you sure you've...never done this before?" Shale whispered.

Cae grinned, cockily. "

I'm still learning what I can do, in this form."

She pursed her lips as the glimmering eyes she had once used opened along her wings - small white circles that made her wings seem as if they were the peacock's frill, rather than her normal wings. She looked upon Shale with every eye and saw her not just as a gorgeous woman...but also as more. She was a flickering, swirling bead of fire and smoke, contained within the shape of a woman. She was a boundless possibility, which only chose to be this form because she liked it so. She was a threaded, glowing cats cradle of...of

connections

.

There was the strands leading off, towards her distant flame-master and progenitor. There were thinner lines, leading off to her fellow sisters of fire. There were dark bands that tangled around what had to be the demons of Despair and glistening, fungal bindings to Rot. She had a few strands that were long broken, yet persisted, dangling from ankles, wrists, neck - some smelled of books and parchment, and others felt like the sensation of spreading a lover's thighs, leaning forward to kiss, to lick, to suckle. She was not merely a flame spirit, she was everything else as well.

"You are yourself,"

Cae whispered. "

And you are everyone else, too."

"Isn't everyone?" Shale asked, but she sounded so climax-drunk that Cae wasn't sure that she had even processed what Cae had said.

Cae grinned, slowly. "

You have a thought there. Now. I do like that thing you do."

"Mmm, cum my brains out cause some goddess is finger-fucking me with magic fingers? Yeah, I can see-" Shale's amused mutter choked off, her eyes widening as she gaped at the new sight before her eyes. For, between her and Cae, filling the space left by the taller woman's arm pinning Shale to the wall...there was a cock. It was massive and golden, gleaming brightly as if it was already dampened and wetted by eager tongues and throats. It sprouted from where Cae's pussy had sat before, and was joined by a pair of full, heavy, cum-rich balls. "What the

fuck

!?"

Cae grinned. "

You're only the form you are because you like it. And, well...I don't want to have to find a strap on."

"Y-You can...

do

that?" Shale whispered.

"

Mmm. Not

just

that

..." Cae's voice was rich with dark amusement. Shale opened her mouth, then squeaked as Cae leaned forward, mufling her lips with her own...but her other hand was reaching down, taking hold of one ankle. Fire was prone to growing, spreading. Expanding. It was flexible, formless. Fire did not break when one grasped it, it flowed around fingers and filled every crack. So, it did not shock Cae that she could plant Shale's ankle in the same line as her ear, then join it with the other, on her other side. This left Shale so very pinned and exposed that when Cae drew back, the only words she could let out was a soft:

"Verrrrry nice

."

"I-I, uh...I'm a demon and...and even I'm intmidated by that..." Shale whispered as Cae's massive golden dick started to

grind

against her. The heat and need of her pussy made Cae almost snap and lose control right there.

Cae grinned. "

Good

."

"...oh my here, you are so fucking hot now that you're like this," Shale whispered.

Cae chuckled. "

A massive dicked, four winged, glowing eye abomination in the eyes of the authorities of Heaven - the true emissary of the Creator's will, and the woman who will topple the false thrones that have been used to cause such misery and death over these last ten thousand years?"

Shale blinked. "Oh, no, I was mostly thinking of your confidence. But I

ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!

" She screamed out in bliss as Cae put the tip of her golden cock to her cunt and thrust in deep. The sensation was

shocking

. She had had no idea how tight, how slippery, how slick and how eager a cunt could feel until one had enfolded her member. She had had no idea what raw, feral pleasure could fill her at the sensation of claiming, of owning, of

breeding

until her heavy balls clapped against Shale's athletic rump and rebounded with a lewd, ominous

plap

. She had had no idea...but now she knew, and Cae realized...

She loved it.

She thought a single, hazy mental apology to Citri for his forwardness as she enfolded Shale with her wings and her arms, pinning her against the wall and beginning to obliterate her pussy with massive, pounding thrusts, using every bit of her war-angel strenght combined with her enhancements. The wall quaked and shook and several dresses fell from their hangings as Shale stopped making coherent noises and merely began to scream in pleasure again and again, her orgasms blooming with warm juices and bringing hard, eager

clenches

on Cae's cock with every other thrust.

"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

" Cae snarled, her voice raw and hungry as she looked down at Shale's almost slack face. Shale was looking completely blissed out, her eyes glittering, her mouth opening, her tongue lolling as she was literally fucked brainless. "

Shale your cunt feels so fucking good wrapped around my thick heaven-meat, you fucking love it, don't you?"

"Yuh!" Shale managed to get out, nodding as she fucked

back.

That sensation almost threw Cae off her rhythm as she panted and bucked her hips - Shale was pinned, but she could still undulate and twitch her hips.

That pushed Cae over her edge. She grunted hard and her balls tightened. She pushed in deep. Deep.

Deep

. And even that wasn't enough. Her cock felt as if it had an airtight seal, so tightly was Shale gripping her in orgasm, and she could practically feel the demon's womb trying to greedily drink every drop, so eager was Shale to be bred by an angel...but still, glowing golden cum gushed and splattered onto the ground, splashing down Cae's balls as she flowed like a waterfall. Shale panted and gasped, and her toes twitched and quivered as her glowing, coal bright eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped her head to the side, lolling and listless.

"

S-Shale?"

Cae asked, a sudden fright coming to her. Had her immense deluge doused the poor flame spirit? But when her finger went to Shale's throat, she felt her beat was still rabbiting fast.

The realization struck.

Cae, the angel, had just fucked Shale, a demoness, unconcious.

Cae blinked a few more times as she felt her transformation shift away, shimmering and glittering. Her wings lessened. Her glow faded. Even her cock was gone, letting a truly titanic amount of cum to pour freely from Shale's pussy. Cae grinned, sheepishly. "T-The, uh, the rooms ir ather a mess now..." She whispered, unsure of what quite to do...but before she could make any decisions, the door opened with a click and a viel covered face peeked in - someone that Cae recognized as one of the Despair demons, an archer. Their pale lips were inquisitvely pursed, but before she could say anything, another flame spirit peeked in beneath her - and a third demoness, who looked for all the world as if she were a fusion of woman and mushroom - peeked in above her.

"Oh my here!" the flame spirit exclaimed.

"Eep, she's looking our way!" The mushroom-girl exclaimed, starting to spring back.

"What are you doing?" The vieled woman asked, her voice somber.

"I'm

changing

!" Cae squeaked and almost dropped Shale. She fumbled, managed to catch the sleeping demoness, and blushed as glowing golden cum splashed her thighs and her feet. Her arcangel transformation had burned her clothing off, and she hadn't even noticed. The other flame spirit darted into the room before either of her comrades could stop her and moved to Cae's right.

"Mmm, is that what they call it these days?" she asked, grinning.

"Seems to be the new slang..." The vieled demoness murmured. Cae knew that they were called the Glass Mothers, but she wasn't quite sure what their role was in the Domain of Despair, beyond being deadly battlefield archers. The mushroom-girl stepped in last and sheepishly locked the door behind her. Her 'hair' was essentially one large red cap, giving her the same rough look as a woman out for her sunday best, save that her hat couldn't come off.

"S-So, I guess, um, I guess that's what we're doing now," the mushroom lass murmuerd as the other fire spirit plucked Shale from Cae's hands.

"W-What are you doing?" Cae asked.

"Well...that's rude..." The vieled demon murmured, her black lips turning down - her skin was chalk pale where it was not covered by her mourning veil, making her lips stand out all the more.