(Pt4 contains, eventually, debatable and non-debatable NC, anal, both male and female gay sex, gender transformation, femdom, pegging, bondage, urophagia, and incest. Reader discretion is appreciated. Thank you for your interest.)
Chapter 04
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Memirellin, without a hint of ego, thought that she was absolutely adorable as she looked into the small mirror provided on the plane. She'd been the subject of hours of playing dress-up with Laura that morning, so long that the two of them had held up the fight team an extra half hour. But she had been assured it was worth it, arriving in an airy dress the color of sunrise leading up to the shining glory of her silvery hair, put up by Laura into a loose braid that fell over her shoulder. It was the prettiest she'd felt in a long time and she'd had the woman take plenty of pictures to send to Hairy and show him what he was missing out on.
She came out of the little bathroom and Laura was already waiting for her on a bed that was even larger than the one they'd shared the night before in Hairy's apartment. She'd dressed herself in a rather modest dress, full sleeved and all, but it had come straight off as soon as they stepped onto the plane and come back into this back room, remaining in only her lingerie like the sort of blonde goddess she was. Laura beckoned her over to hug and lie back in bed together, Memi's head comfortably nestled between her girlfriend's plump breasts, tickling fingertips drawn across her ribs above her sunny dress.
"Nice, isn't it?" Laura said. "The pig spent a few million on this thing; I never saw the point in having nearly a whole apartment up in the sky until now."
"It is luxurious, compared to the other private planes we saw when we arrived," Memi said. She had nearly no experience to compare the price of aircraft but was more than willing to take Laura's opinions as fact. "But, I was a little disappointed when you said we wouldn't actually be flying... I hardly ever get to spread my wings anymore, ever since someone saw me coming home and it started a rumor. I'm pretty sure I'm an urban legend at this point as some sort of bat monster."
Laura sighed and the sensation of her chest rising and falling against Memi's cheek was undoubtedly luxurious. "Well, no matter how much you like flying yourself, you have to admit you'd be sick of it after a few hundred miles. Harry did say it was your hobby or something, right?"
"Ah, you should see it, the kinds of tricks you can pull off in the winds at the second layer! It's so full of updrafts, hot winds, swirling eddies; there's nothing quite like pulling your wings around yourself to cut through the air and plummet toward the rocks beneath, spreading them at just the right time to swoop, daring the rocks to squish you before lifting right back up on a new gust. It's exhilarating and you barely ever have to put any real effort into flapping."
"I'll have to take your word for it," Laura said, grinning at Memi's excitement while talking about something she loved. "The second layer... that's where you're from, down there? What's it like?"
Memi snuggled herself deeper into the embrace as she brushed away bitter thoughts about the homeland to leave behind only the sweetest parts. "Actually, no, I'm not from there. I was hatched inside the ceiling caverns of the third ring in the seventh circle, quite deep in Hell, where my father reared me for my first couple decades, since succubus training can't start until sexual maturity. There's not much to say about that place, the winds are still hot but it rains fire there so unless you're immune to fire as I am, the flying isn't worth the pain. Underneath the caverns, there is only a desert where the human shades wander eternal, and the demons there are tasked with making sure any who comes close to the edge of the desert is turned back or deposited deeper within, as my father did and taught me to do.
"Then, in the second circle it's pretty difficult to grow anything that doesn't root well into bare stone because the wind blows away any soil you try to bring up. The best farming land in Hell is at the edges of the gluttonous, but for obvious reasons."
"Obvious reasons?"
"Because of all the shit."
"Ah, right?" Whether or not Laura had taken the time to read Dante, she'd acted like it.
"And us succubi, we have something that's desirable to the other devils, so money does flow upward and splash against us. I barely came out of my room if I could help it in the last several decades, but I hear there are even shops the same way they are up here on Earth."
Laura had started picking at Memi's dress, subtly pulling at the hem until it had bared her naked hip, and she cupped the pert ass now available. "Oh, what's it you guys all have that everyone else wants?"
"The same thing you want right now," Memi said, giggling. "Human-like beauty is as desired down there as it is up here. The ugliest demons and devils know that they are such and mate with one another for lack of better options and the preservation of their clans. It's three tribes who control beauty in Hell, us Lillit being the greatest among them."
"Huh, so all succubi are related to you?"
"Likely somewhat, but only the Lillit to any great degree... Are you listening?" Memi said as Laura's wandering fingers had slipped between her cheeks.
"Oh, I was just thinking about how lucky I was that it was you my pig of a father summoned that time. It seems like you're one of the kindest ones, and even then you did try to kill me the second time we met..." Laura leaned in and nibbled the tip of Memi's pointy ear lightly. "Did I ever tell you I peed a little when you grabbed my throat? I was really startled, you know?"
"I knew... I smelled it," Memi said. She rolled and wiggled in place until her face was buried in Laura's deep cleavage, swaddled in softness and warmth as she looked through the valley into her girlfriend's lusty eyes. Of course the two of them would be fucking before this plane landed; time was a fixed spiral constantly slipping toward sex and neither of them would resist any of the other's small movements toward the inevitable.
Just so, Laura didn't stop Memi as she reached around and snapped open her bra. She raised her arms so that the impediment could be easily removed and thrown away, letting Memi bury her face once again, this time engulfed by wonderfully fragrant skin, nipples by her ears which were too tempting to ignore, soon pinched and twisted to draw out gasps, purrs. Herself, Laura hugged Memi's ass tighter to herself, hanging Memi's legs over her hips so the slender devil was sitting in her lap without the bunched-up dress between them.
Laura began swirling a fingertip along Memi's labia from behind, pulling her higher into her lap and rocking her gently. She slipped her hand under the hem of Memi's dress and rubbed her palm along Memi's belly, thumb wavering dangerously close to Memi's hidden clit. Her fingertip still playing at the entrance, Laura ached for every bit of intimacy she could wring out of this trip.
Memi felt her tail emerge and wrap around Laura's wrist, squeezing her, encouraging her to take what she wanted, to push as far as she wanted. She pulled her head back to latch her soft lips onto one of Laura's erect, pink nipples, traced the tip of her tongue around and across it, playing with it like a toggle for arousal. It would have been better if Laura were lactating, she thought, wondering idly whether the woman might consider bearing a child by Hairy, after Memi's turn, of course.
She wondered whether she would be alright with that...
The finger prodding between Memi's delicate pussy lips dipped inside and found her entrance, slick and eager for whatever pleasure Laura deigned give her. With a light, airy moan escaping her lips, Memi pushed away distracting thoughts to focus on the here and now, the woman she was holding in her arms. She let Laura's nipple fall from her lips and raised her head to meet Laura with a yearning kiss. Tongue flashed between them, desirous and playful, as Laura pushed her finger beyond the entrance of Memi's pussy, slowly twirling it to tease the edges.
"Mm, you're already so wet for me," Laura said.
She rolled Memi's hips above her lap, slowly pumping her finger to penetrate by fractions of an inch each time, her other hand's thumb now firmly pressed to Memi's clit and making circles while the hidden nub of pleasure revealed itself.
Memi let out a rasping groan of pleasure and began to rock her hips actively, grinding her cunt into Laura's hand to try and rev up Laura's engine. She pulled at Laura's wrist with her tail, but the woman steadfastly refused to go any faster at all. It was hard to believe that Laura had so recently been a virgin, so skilled already in an art that Memi had been half-heartedly studying for centuries. The way Laura kept Memi circling the edge of excitement, the woman would have made the kind of succubus that Fyelline would have actually been proud of; she'd have had Hell in the palm of her hand.
Unable to focus on their kiss, Memi bent her head down and rested her forehead on Laura's shoulder. Her forgotten hands wandered up to lift and squeeze Laura's heavy breasts, her own modest ones incidentally rubbing against Laura's smooth, hot skin. Every inch of her lover felt so firm and proud, Memi thought, impossibly beautiful for someone who wasn't her master. She bit Laura's shoulder lightly, teasing her tender, salty skin with the fact that the girl in her arms was a demon. Only the tiniest droplet of blood emerged and Memi lapped it up quickly so that her saliva would heal the wound before a scar could have the chance to mar Laura's skin.
Laura knew better than to stop as soon as Memi bit her. She set Memi's erect clit between two fingers so that there was only the faintest touch at the sides while Laura rolled Memi's hips back and forth. She had to feel the girl's tail tugging at her wrist, urging her to go faster and harder, to stop teasing her after spending the whole day so far already teasing her with her mere presence. Another kiss; Laura began panting in time with Memi's breath, their tongues overlapping, sipping from one another, mirroring the motion of their paired hips.
To encourage the woman, Memi wrapped her arms around Laura's body and started moving her own hips against Laura's fingers, forcing Laura to move more deeply into Memi's pussy. She wanted more, and she wanted it
now
.
In reply, Laura began to slide her finger into Memi's pussy more quickly, still teasing the edges of her vaginal entrance. She'd relent eventually, but she was having too much fun keeping the roiling lust of the succubus in her arms in check, squirming against her body in an attempt to eke out more pleasure. Laura added a second finger and pushed it in more deeply, wet schlicking coming up from below as Memi's juices covered her fingers.
"Please, just fuck me already~" Memi moaned from the edges of their kiss. She felt so hot within, felt every inch of Laura's fingers as they slipped against her skin. She could hardly stop herself from squirming as her body tried to force those other fingers to rub against her clit more firmly, but Laura skillfully kept Memi from forcing along their embrace toward the fated ending.
Instead, Laura pulled her fingers from Memi's pussy and brought them between both of their lips, joining Memi in licking her juices off until her flavor was exhausted. "You're mine for the week, after all~ Why should I give you a real orgasm?" She smiled and turned her hips to drop Memi on her back on the plane's bed, draped one thigh over Memi's so that their mounds met in the middle and pinned the girl with her arm, looming over with her bright, blonde ponytail draping over one shoulder. "Kidding~" she added with a giggle.
