"You are sure of what you saw?" The demon's deep baritone rang out in the hallway outside of his chamber.
"Yes, you demonic idiot!" The Fury yelled, her black wings rustling in agitation. "The last Fury has been found and awoken and we need to do something now!"
The demon snarled and grabbed the newly created Night Fury by her neck, pinning her against the wall of the chamber.
"You do not speak to me in such a way!" He roared at her.
Jolie's eyes widened in shock as she witnessed the extent of his rage, but then they narrowed in determination. Her hands grasped his and slowly pulled his hand away from her throat, the demon resisting with all of his might.
"You do not own me Gortelesque. I am not your slave and I am pissed off!" She said through gritted teeth.
Gortelesque pulled his hand back, the two of them breathing hard from the exertion. His rage had not subsided, just remained dormant however, festering inside of him and giving him his massive strength.
"You may be more equal to me than most, Jolie, but that does not give you special privileges within my presence. You will not insult me, unless that is a part of us screwing. You may not challenge me outside of my chamber and you will do as you are told when in the presence of other demons, even if I asked for your advice before or after.." Gortelesque said with his eyes narrowed.
"And what do I get out of this little arrangement?" said Jolie with a snarl and started to walk away..
"You get me." The demon said. "As well as the pleasure of being my right hand as you so messily murdered my last one."
"That does not sound equal to me." Jolie said. "You promised me freedom to do what I want, to let loose and be myself."
"And you will, within reason." The demon said. "When we are in battle I will let you do whatever you want. I want you to be a whirling ecstasy of destruction. As of right now, you are the most powerful female in all Below and afforded the most luxuries."
"It doesn't feel like it." Jolie pouted.
"Believe me, most females are broken, raped repeatedly and then eaten. My harpies are those that have been transformed like you and are under my protection. No woman has it better in the entirety of the Master's kingdom than those with me, especially you."
"There is no woman like me." said Jolie, striking a sexy pose with her wings spread and one hand on her hip, her chest thrust out in front of her.
"There is truly no one like you, dearest." Purred the demon.
"But what are we going to do about the Furies? There are two of them now, Ice and Fire. I know I can best Samantha, but this new one is unknown." Said Jolie with a frown.
The demon paused to think.
"We will have to seek audience with the Master. He will have a plan of action at least."
"Is he as terrible as they say he is?" Asked Jolie, her voice quivering with anticipation..
"Even worse. He is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He is terror, despair and jealousy incarnate. You want to run screaming from his presence and never leave it at the same time." the demon said truthfully.
"I now doubt the wisdom of going to see him." Said Jolie, frowning.
"Well, I will have to show you to him anyway. He approved you as my pet project, and now he will want to see the fruits of my labor. That actually reminds me of something I have been meaning to tell you."
"What?" The Night Fury asked.
"He will probably want to fuck you."
"Over my dead body." Jolie said calmly, the purple scars on her body pulsing with even darker purple light. "I gave myself to you, not the Master. He can screw himself for all I care."
"You will do this Jolie." Gortelesque's voice boomed with authority. "For me and for our survival you will do this. You will be the best he has ever had or he will likely kill you and me and we can spend forever in agony in the Pit."
Jolie breathed deeply, her rage simmering below the surface.
"If it comes to that, I will consider it." She said.
"Good, now you have a little bit of a task to perform first before we do anything." Gortelesque said with a smile.
"I already screwed you three times this morning, what more could you want?" Jolie said in fake exasperation.
"No dearest, I am quite satisfied by you. There is the matter of my previous favorite to attend to."
"Garesha."
"Indeed." Said Gortelesque.
"Is it true that she was behind the massacre at Fort Union?" Asked Jolie.
"Yes she was. She was a fierce warrior, but weak of spirit. Still, she has managed to defy me once or twice over the years."
"What are we supposed to do?" Asked Jolie.
"You must dominate or kill her. If you fail to do either, she will succeed in doing either to you."
"She must be so much weaker than me, I will dominate her easily in a fight." Said Jolie with a smile.
"You must dominate her sexually." The demon said with a smile of his own. "I would actually prefer she not die, she is very strong and useful in a fight. Plus I have gotten rather fond of her over the years."
Jolie's face grew hot and her eyes blazed purple.
"You dare to even consider her over me, demon?" Said Jolie with a snarl. "I am the best, most beautiful and strongest woman in all of creation and you want me to screw your old squeeze so you can watch?"
"That is a side benefit, but with the domination of Garesha, the other Harpies and my harem will fall into line. If they wished, they could all attack you and overpower you. It is vital for your survival that you dominate Garesha and make her yours or kill her and take her place. As I said, I much prefer her alive, but that choice is up to you."
"You would never leave the life of your harem favorite up to me!" Fumed Jolie. "This is you acting just like everyone else in my life! You manipulate and prod until your little game pieces move into position and I am so damn sick of it all!"
Gortelesque stood there with a small smile on his face as Jolie raged, which caused her face to twist into a snarl.
"You know the worst of it? You had me convinced that you were going to be different. You had me so weak and fooled that I would have done anything for you." After she was done, she stood there, her chest heaving.
With a low jungle cat growl the demon grabbed Jolie by the arm and pulled her inside of his sleeping chamber. She clawed at his belt, loosening it until his kilt fell away. Jolie already was not wearing very much and Gortelesque ripped her revealing clothing to shreds to get at her.
Jolie screamed in ecstasy as he thrust himself inside of her, releasing the forbidden sensation of pleasure inside of her. She felt so sinful when he was inside of her. Sinfully wicked. With each thrust the demon hammered home that her decision was right and just and ever so pleasurable.
"Clean yourself." Gortelesque said after he had finished all over her face. "We have business to attend to in the harem."
"Yes sir." She said with a grin as she licked his cum off her face. "It will be a pleasure."
Usually when Gortelesque walked to his harem, his body was eager with anticipation, but nothing like what he felt today. It was like the moments before a battle. He would either see lesbian dominance or a battle to the death. Which violent act would he get to see? The demon could not wait to find out.
Jolie was behind him, her hands wrapped in black linen. She was clothed in minimal garments, leaving her feminine assets mostly exposed. Her feet were bare, but made minimal sound against the cold stone floor. Her wings were folded behind her, but rustled slightly, betraying a small onset of nerves.
She was right to be nervous. Gortelesque had sent Hirk ahead to warn Garesha that they were coming. There would be so much less pleasure if the fight was too one sided. Plus, the harem needed to see that Garesha at her best was no match for Jolie.
As they neared the harem chamber, the demon and the fury heard a chant start to build.
"Garesha! Garesha! Garesha!" It repeated over and over, getting louder as they approached.
Overall seven harpies had challenged Gortelesque's favorite over the years. Only one was left alive. She was a broken thing that Garesha kept in a cage off to one side of the harem. A constant reminder that there were worse things than death Below if you messed with Garesha.
Killy had once been one of Gortelesque's favored women after Greasha. She was young and impetuous, so it didn't take much for Gortelesque to prod her into a challenge. Garesha had ripped her wings off, poked out her eyes and ripped out her tongue in the first minute of the fight.
Her crippled opponent began to cry, her sobs moaning and echoing through the otherwise silent chamber. Garesha took her halberd and forced her opponent to prostrate herself before the leader of the furies. She chopped off both of her hands and feet and then required every member of the harem to eat a finger or a toe.
Nobody had challenged Garesha until Jolie.
Gortelesque had not told Jolie this. All in the name of fairness of course.
The chant became deafening as the two demons and the fury entered the harem. There were pillows and couches spread everywhere. Furies were all over in various stages of undress. Gortelesque did not care whether the women pleasured themselves or not while he was away, but always required their full attention when in his presence.
He waited while the chanting died down. Garesha materialized form the crowd of thirty women. She was dressed in full battle armor as well as a helmet showed her sharp teeth and eyes glowing with hatred. Her armor was fitted to her curves and her breast plate was fitted to make her chest more intimidating than it was.
She wore no chain mail, showing her skin and muscles of her biceps and thighs. Her hair fell free from her helmet, making her seem like one of the ancient war goddesses the Valkyries had trained.
She held her halberd in her right hand. Two secret daggers hid themselves in her gauntlets. Her greaves extended from her shins and were tipped in small blades. Her high heeled shoes were similarly sharpened.
