Succubus Sabbatical
Limbo. It was almost fifty years since the last time Reika had visited. Every time it was a bit more crowded. More lively, so to speak. Peopled by all those souls not doomed to Hell, but not yet cleared for entrance into Heaven.
It was a destination of mixed merit for a succubus skipping out on her work to take an unapproved vacation. On the one hand, it was, technically, in the jurisdiction of Heaven's minions. Many of which would just as soon smite Reika as look at her. On the other hand, there wasn't a Hellspawn alive that would think to look for her here. No worries about getting caught by a superior. And anyway, in her experience, Heaven only ever sent piddling cherubs and functionaries to check on Limbo - and those never gave it more than a cursory once over.
Near the center of Limbo, ranged in a circle many miles in diameter, stood pairs of runed stone monoliths. In each pair of pillars was stretched a portal -- a mystical doorway through which souls were shunted onto the plane of waiting. Having always stayed to the outskirts, well clear of those population centers, she had never had any trouble.
Now she flew up along a particular cut in a particular mountainside, tracking a series of waterfalls. Her old campsite sat on a patch of dirt and mulch next to a beautiful natural pool fed by one of these waterfalls, and feeding those further down in turn. The camp consisted of a small, squat cabin-like structure furnished with a crude chair and table, all of which Reika had knocked together herself. She was looking forward to swimming, sunbathing, and forgetting about quotas.
Presently she crested a ledge and spied her little cabin, still apparently intact. On a whim, she swooped in, deciding to angle down and torpedo right into the cool waters. Using her innate, if limited, ability for shapeshifting, she folded her wings and quickly reabsorbed them. She was mere feet from the shimmering surface when movement off to one side caught her attention. It was far too late to stop. Just as a pale figure bobbed up, Reika sluiced in headfirst, her cinnamon curves disappearing into the water and creating only a flat bloop and one long spit of crystal droplets in her wake.
When her momentum had spent itself, Reika reoriented herself. Turning herself in the water and scanning above and behind her, she spotted the lower body of the mystery interloper. They were naked, and definitely female. Snaking to her left, Reika was able to view the opaline figure from the neck down. The glinting, mirror-like effect of the surface made it impossible to get any impression of the head that bobbed above. She lingered there, watching the woman tread water and wondering what it was about this particular soul that was giving her a bad feeling.
It was strange that any spirit would wander so far afield that they'd discover her particular swimming hole, but to climb all the way up here... This was one intrepid little nymph. Brushing aside her apprehension, Reika kicked off for the surface, mulling over what she'd like to do with, or to, such a visitor.
Always a slave to her flare for the dramatic, Reika burst up amidst an explosion of water with her wild mane of crimson hair whipping back and her breasts thrust gloriously forth. Drawing a deep breath, she flashed her most lascivious grin, glinting canines and all, at her visitor. The woman was still treading water in the same spot. Reika's eyes took in the long blonde hair tied and held up in jade combs, the fine features, the startling blue eyes. And then, in a flash, her smile twisted into a silent snarl of disbelief. A soft glow illuminated that blonde hair.
The glow from a halo.
Sinking again, Reika almost inhaled a lungful. A buggering angel. All the trouble of hiding out in this backwater corner and this is what she got. Unbelievable. She almost flailed to keep from surfacing again, just so she wouldn't have to deal with this ridiculous situation.
Instead she rose just enough to breath through her nose, eyes squinted angrily at the Heavenly trespasser. The angel, for her part, openly regarded Reika. She wore a faint smirk. Reika was still trying to conjure something clever and cutting to say when the blond began to approach. Reika fought the sudden urge to backpeddle. Instead she tipped her head to speak up, but again the angel preempted her.
"You're out of bounds here, Hellspawn." she began. Then her smirk became a fierce smile and she added, "And out of your depth."
Reika arched an eyebrow incredulously and blew bubbles. This angel might be capable of erasing her from existence with a word, but Reika was damned if she would give her the satisfaction of showing fear. If that was the angel's intent, pleading mercy would be futile. No, if smiting was in her immediate future, Reika would die like a true Hellspawn; with defiance and obscenity on her lips.
"Go fu-" Reika began, warming to the idea of weaving some new and memorable verbal filth before perishing.
Just then the Heavenborn blond disappeared beneath the surface. Reika growled as she watched the glow from her halo dissipate as the angel sank. Maybe she should just take the opportunity to flee.
"Ah, hey! What in Hell?"
Something was catching at her legs, restraining her movement. Something, which Reika suspected was not unrelated, was also nibbling and sucking up along her thighs. Then bumping gently against her crotch. She gasped sharply when something rubbed firmly over her clit. Without thinking, she reached down into the water with grasping hands. No sooner did her hands find a hold than the water around them suddenly began to bubble violently.
"Gaah!" Reika screamed, lurching back and drawing her scalded hands from the water.
The angel bobbed to the surface. She wore that insufferable smirk again.
"Poor foolish Hellspawn. Don't you know better than to touch a halo?"
Reika glared while tentatively dipping her hands back into the water in hopes of quelling the worst of the pain.
"Come on, Demongirl. Let's get you up from here and I'll heal those hands." the angel slipped around behind Reika and hooked her arms under Reika's armpits.
There was a brief flurry of overlayed sounds - like the tearing of cloth, the creaking of stiff joints, and finally the beating of massive wings. The water around Reika rippled and her wet upper body was chilled by the wind from the angel's wings. The angel lifted them both clear of the water and set them down on dry ground a dozen feet away.
Reika twisted around where she knelt to watch those vast ivory wings fold and collapse smaller and smaller until, with an odd swish and crackle, they were gone. The angel, at her leisure, sauntered around until she stood before the kneeling demoness. There she struck a haughty pose, hands on hips.
"Now, hold out your hands and say 'please'."
"What? Fuck you!" Reika spat angrily.
"Fine, fine. Clearly you're in pain. Just hold out your hands."
Still scowling, Reika held her hands out before her.
The angel took a slow breath, her eyelids drooping to half mast. Her right hand rose to touch a spot low on her tummy, then crept lower. As her fingers curled in against her sex, Reika's scowl became one of confusion. The angel rolled her hips slightly and spread her fingers. A stream of hot, crystal clear urine sprang forth to splash over the demoness' hands and spatter down onto her naked form.
"You fuck-buggering cunt! You could've just-" Reika got out before noticing the pain in her hands fading.
"Oh. But did it have to buhfrrpffft!" This time her complaint was cut short when the stream of urine rose to arc down directly into her face.
"Sorry," the angel's tone was heavy with arousal, "I just really get off on this." A shiver ran up and down her frame.
Reika wanted to be angry, but, as a temptress of the vile creatures known as men, she had a rather high threshold for debauchery. Being pissed on wasn't all that unusual for her. The fact that it was an actual angel doing the pissing lent it a certain thrill, though. A few thoughts occurred to her all in a flash. It was news to her that an angel could come up with anything as perverted as pissing on someone - even if that someone was a demon. And even if they could, why would they use it to heal a demon. Unless... unless of course they weren't as keen on the whole big war as everyone let on. And last but not least, she thought that if this angel were initiating a session of perverted-sex-fun-time, it was her and not Reika who was out of her depth.
Turning her face back up, she opened her mouth in a wide smile. Eyes closed, she tipped her face so that the crystal shower flowed down into her mouth. Sweet and salty, the angel piss pattered down onto her tongue, overfilling her mouth and dribbling from her chin. Reika gargled loudly, swallowed once, then opened up again to catch another mouthful before the stream weakened. As the strength of the angel's flow petered out, Reika pursed her lips and, like some devilish fountain statue, squirted a stream of collected urine back up into the angel's rather surprised face.
