Ella flew through the crimson skies of the underworld.
Her white wings stood out against the blood red surroundings, and her fair skin, sheer silk clothes, and lithe body stood out even more.
The few Demons she spotted had deep, rich, crimson skin and curvy bodies. Leathery black wings adorned their backs, making them the polar opposite of her. She didn't know why she had to mingle with such uncultured kin, but her mission came from the Goddess herself, so there was nothing for Ella to do.
She narrowed her eyes at the landscape before her and spotted a town in the distance. Black-scorched walls rose up around the city, and purple shale roofs peeked out over the top.
(That's my destination.) Ella thought to herself. She angled her feathers and descended in a long slow glide, approaching the gates of the city.
"Stop! Who goes there?" A gargoyle guard called out to her as she approached. "What's your business in Hell, Angel?"
"I'm delivering a report," Ella said, and she shrugged. "I can tell the sender it was refused, if you'd like, though."
(If they turned me away here, it'd make my job much easier.) She thought to herself, but the gargoyle shook its head.
"That's fine, but try not to linger. This town isn't safe for someone like you."
The Gargoyle's eyes narrowed, and Ella felt them staring at her sheer outfit.
Through the thin material, her nipples and crotch were clearly visible. Anyone could see her privates if they looked hard enough at the transparent outfit, but the Demon's gaze didn't bother her.
"As a transcendent being, the rabble of hell are of no concern to me. I'll stay for as long as I wish, and if anyone gives me trouble, I'll beat the lights out of them."
"If you're that confident, then there's no reason to worry." The gargoyle looked up, meeting her gaze again. "However, it would be best to find some more suitable clothes. You'll only invite trouble as you are."
"Hmph, I'll wear what I want." Ella turned up her nose and strode past the Demon. "My divine radiance alone can keep Demons at bay."
As an Angel, she had a glowing aura which purified her surroundings. The ground she walked on grew cleaner just by the grace of her bare feet. If she entered a room, water would turn to wine, injuries would heal, and Low Demons would be cleansed from existence.
Her mere presence would drive Demons away and protect her from the riffraff of hell, or so she thought.
-- One Hour Later --
"Why won't you be cleansed?" Ella asked, and a hint of frustration entered her voice. She turned her holy power up to max, bathing her surroundings in divine radiance, but the Demon in front of her merely giggled.
"What a cute Birdie..." The tall Demoness cooed, towering over Ella. She had bright red skin, a skimpy black outfit that left little to the imagination, and a chest so large it would make even Mother Marry jealous.
The Demon's massive breasts pushed up against Ella's face, and the size difference couldn't be more apparent between them. Their natural heights put her eyes at the Demon's nipple level, and with her breasts pushing into her face, she was nearly suffocated by them..
She had always known herself to be on the short side, but this was something else entirely.
The Demon's very presence threatened to overwhelm her. She easily pinned Ella against the alley wall, leaving no room for escape.
"Could you at least get these stupid breasts out of my face?" Ella asked, and she looked up, meeting the eyes of the Demon. However, her defiant stare was diminished from the fact she had to tilt her chin up through the valley of the Demon's breasts, feeling the massive tits press in on either side of her cheeks.
"What's wrong, Birdie?" The Demon stroked the side of her arm softly. "Do you not like the view from down there?"
The tall Demon rocked her body forward, bouncing her breasts, and a small blush rose to Ella's cheeks.
Perhaps it was the unusual size difference between them, or the humiliation of having the massive tits pushed into her face, but a flicker of frustration built in Ella's belly. Her usual confidence wavered, and her lips twisted into a pout.
"The view from 'down here' is the least of my worries! If you lean any closer, I might suffocate." She pushed at the Demon's chest, but all she managed to do was get two handfuls of her massive breasts, and her fingers sank into the softness without making the Demon budge.
"Does Birdie want to play with my boobies more?" The Demon humped against her, causing her breasts to bounce again, and the heat in Ella's cheeks grew warmer.
(Who even refers to their breasts as 'boobies'?!) She thought to herself, and it took all her effort not to scoff at the Demon's infantile language.
The Demon clearly had a screw loose. For starters, her eyes had bright pink hearts where the pupils ought to be. Then there was the thick makeup that covered her face. There were bright highlights around her eyes and magenta lipstick over her lips. It was a gaudy display, like the Demon only cared about looking as slutty as possible.
(And to think... This dumb bimbo of a Demon has trapped me, Alleyella, of all Angels.)
"What's wrong, Birdie?" The Demon continued to hump against her, bobbing her breasts in Ella's face.
Despite the absurdity of the situation, and how lacking in intelligence the Demon appeared, it couldn't change the fact that Ella was stuck. No matter how much strength she put into it, nor the amount of Divine radiance she glowed with, the Demon had her pinned to the wall.
"Would you please move?" Ella asked.
"Move what? My boobies?" The Demon smiled and nodded. "Sure! I can move them more."
She undulated her body even faster, rocking her hips and bouncing her breasts in Ella's face.
"No! That's not it at all." Ella's words came out muffled from the soft mounds pushing in against her cheeks. "Move your fat butt out of the way!"
"Move my butt? Sure!" The Demon turned around. However, rather than releasing her, Ella found her hips pinned to the wall.
The Demon's excessive posterior bounced in front of her and grinded against her crotch. Up and down, she swung her ass in a slow rhythm against her.
Ella had no idea why, but the heat of embarrassment grew hotter in her cheeks. Blood rushed to her face and she stared down at the display in embarrassment.
"E-Enough! I've had enough of your foolish games." Ella reached down, pushing against the thick butt cheeks of the Demon, but like the breasts before, her hands sunk uselessly into the softness. All she managed to do was squeeze the squishy posterior of the Demon's ass.
"What's wrong, Birdie?" The Demon glanced behind herself, looking over one shoulder. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
She slowed her hips and ground a rhythmic circle over Ella's crotch, but Ella shook her head desperately.
"No. I wished for no such thing, you estrus-ridden Demon!"
More blood rushed to Ella's cheeks and the embarrassment burned hot in her ears. Despite trying to push away the Demon, she found something stirring in her belly. Each time she squeezed and pushed against the thick ass of the oversized Demon, a twinge ran between her legs.
The Demon wore only a black thong, and it left little to the imagination. Ella found her eyes drawn to the sight, and each time she squeezed the soft butt in front of her, a strange warmth built between her own legs.
(What is this? Why can't I look away? My hands won't stop moving...) She thought to herself, and a small flutter of nervousness ran through her abdomen.
"Are you sure, Birdie? This isn't what you want?" The Demon grinded harder against her, bouncing her ass up and down.
The rhythmic pattern matched Ella's heart beat, undulating with the same rhythm as the pulse pounding in her ears. Before she knew it, her hands also fell into the same cycle, squeezing and spreading the Demon's cheeks with each bounce in front of her.
"There you go, Birdie... Just enjoy the show." The Demon cooed, and a shiver ran down Ella's back.
(No, I need to stop this.) She thought to herself, and she pulled back her hands, shaking her head.
"I won't be seduced, Demon." Ella crossed her arms in front of her, keeping her hands from any further touches against the strangely alluring Demon butt.
"Ah, I see... Birdie had her fill." The Demon giggled.
It was the laugh of an airhead. Despite Ella's valiant display of chaste virtue, the Demon giggled like it was a joke, and the annoyance in Ella's belly grew into a flame of hot frustration.
"In the first place, I'm not a bird!" Ella raised her chin indignantly. "A divine Angel such as myself won't stand for such rude name calling."
"Burdies have feathers." The Demon stood up and turned around, once more bringing her breasts up to Ella's face. "Bat's have leather."
The Demon's wings burst out of her back. They were dark leathery wings and they stretched out several arm lengths on either side of Ella, further trapping her against the alley wall.
"I'm an Angel!" Ella said, and she packed all the gusto she could into her voice, but her wings fluttered behind her nervously. "I might have feathers on my wings, but that doesn't make me a bird!"
"Weren't you ever taught about the birds and the bats?" The Demon giggled again and leaned in close, once more pressing her soft breasts around Ella's head. "A Battie like me will eat up a Birdie like you for breakfast."
"Mmph!" Ella let out a muffled cry as the Demon's bosom pressed in on her face, and her ears burned even hotter with embarrassment.
It wasn't like the Demon was attacking her, so she didn't need to fight back, but she had no way to escape. It felt like the Demon was crushing her with her soft, curvy body.
