Summoned!

[Pervy]

"Ah.. n.. now hold on.." Cyra shifted, the dvils playful teasing reminding her of the literally hellish situation she was in, although the imp stroking his cock and consequentially, Cyra's body-mass calculations were.. distracting her. "Sex t.. toys? N.. now hold on.." She protested, feeling almost like a backround-noise to the devils conversation now.. it was kind of interesting that devils also liked competing.. albeit with boring rules along the way.

She exhaled heavily. Did she really have a choice? She glared a little at Love.. the bloody pleasure-devil better help her out a lot for this nonsense.. then, she glanced over to the fur-lined imp cock.. she was kind of curious how it might taste...
"Ugh fine, I swear Love..." She growled over, slowly, reluctantly taking her place (Leaving it up to the DM if that gives the Imp an edge at first. )

She shrugged, sighed.. and leaned forwards, giving the tip of the imps cock a curious kiss.. admittedly, she was a little curious how it might taste, in a tingly, primal erotic way...


(I rolled a proficiency check for 11 total.. meh.. I presume this is a dex-based check. )

 

[Aenon]

The imp started licking and fingering Love energetically, and Love moaned as if she was close to cumming...however she actually wasn't.

The imp's cock tasted a bit salty...Cyra found out that it was like it was made out of rock. Maybe it would be better to describe it like it had a thick skin? In any case, she found difficult to give a proper blowjob...

'Don't worry, take your time...I won't cum before him anyway...except if you would like me to lose?' Love pondered telepathically, while still moaning like she was a step before cumming.

"Hah, you are going to lose....and then I will whore the both of you out...ahaha...." the imp bragged, believing he would win soon...

 

[Pervy]

Cyra was pretty sure Love was tricking the imp, edging him on with her naughty.. noises.. She chuckled inwardly.. It was like Love was that more mischievous girlfiend she'd never had in her youth.. she was pretty sure of that, at least.

The Imps shaft was literally rock hard.. although she was admittedly slightly suprised there was no.. who knows.. fiendish.. evil.. taste to it? This was definitly different from the young man Cyra had... learned with the witch with earlier.. she lowered herself onto the cock and pondered if she ought to go a little rougher about this..

T.. take my time? Harumph... a.. and no! What even gives you that idea... She sulked, with an angry flush, not sure how much she could trust Love in this regard. She glared at the imp, and bopped her head up and down with a bit more determination.. although she propably failed to impress the lewd fiend, whilest she burrowed her nose in that furry groin. The whole scene was so.. surreal, here she was, a holy knight, kneeling under and before a fiend, sucking a low-class devils cock... Why was that Imp so .. resilient to her advances? Perhaps she just had to try harder.. but still, trying hard against a fiend like this was... Well, Love propably got this and was just messing about, so Cyra had to endure, licking along the length of the reddish-pink prick, suckling on the tip, nibbling on the underside.. "Hamn.. *slurp*" She made, trying to push the imp along but not quite succeeding that well, perhaps due to her own apprehensions..

(12 proficiency this time, bah!)

 

[Aenon]

Love kept moaning, moving around, as if she was on the edge of cumming...she said she could endure...but could she really? What if she failed, and they both ended up getting whored for favors to hordes of imps, before been given to whatever devil was above the imp?

Then again, Love probably wouldn't fail...but Cyra could turn the tables on her....she could just stop sucking the imps cock, say that she gave up, and she would lose the contest...that would show Love for arranging this...and she would get to have a horde of imps fuck her, for the whole day...her body would endure this time...

"Hahaha, you dumb sluts, you gonna both lose!" the imp showed no signs that it was close to cumming...well actually his cock was throbbing, and she could feel that she was slowly getting somewhere...but...did she want to?

"Oh....fuck....I will endure..." Love cried, biting her lips...

 

[Pervy]

One imp was bad enough.. literally bad, as a devil, although perhaps not as bad as Cyra had expected, perhaps due to their circumstances.. Either way, Cyra didn't want to think about what a whole horde of the little devils would do to her or Love.. She leaned back briefly, taking in that throbbing fiend-cock before her.. why was it so big and.. tough and hard.. she sighed and leaned up, one of her hands softly coming to rub and encourage the imps balls, licking along the throbbing veins of his shaft, with an emberassed flush at his derogatory words licking along the imp-penis.

She wouldn't just become an imps slut.. even if she had to suck one of now to prove she wouldn't.. she'd definitly have to come up with a way to pay back Love for this one.. or perhaps call her earlier outburst there even.
Either way, Cyliarra devoted herself properly to that red shaft, relaxing and suckling on the fiendish shaft, falling into a more.. relaxed, eager posture with the.. urgency of her task, most certainly picking up her pace and suckling on the fiendish schlong before her, her lips falling into a more.. natural cocksucking position, and teasing that imp-shaft before her to full arousal.

She could feel the fiends shaft twitch with arousal on her tongue.. even if the Imp was just as.. experienced as Love, he had to have felt that one..

(25 this time around. Rawr!)

 

[Aenon]

The imp started giving everything in trying to make Love cum...he realized that he was at risk of losing! This human was starting to get him excited...dangerously so!

Sadly, no matter how he tried, he ended up cumming first! He filled Cyra's mouth with warm, hellish cum...it had a thick, almost suffocating smell...but it didn't feel bad...the taste was a bit salty, but Cyra found it creamy and....nice...

Finally, Love also came, giving a performance as she made an exceptionally lewd face, with her eyes turning back, and her tongue hanging out, drooling, moaning loudly...

"DAMN IT!" the imp cried in frustration. If it held up just a moment more, it would have surely won...

"I want a re-match! You were so lucky!" he complained.

Love was still pretending to be lost in her orgasm, so it was up to Cyra to answer to the imp...

 

[Pervy]

"Hamnn..." Cyra sighed out, suprised at the thick, overwhelmingly so almost, feeling on her tongue.. although she was so lost in the moment that she didn't mind, lost in her devoted cock-sucking the imps cum felt almost.. nice on her tongue. Barely thinking, she found herself gulping down the imps thick cream, exhaling hotly upon that shaft, before looking up at the imp, not sure if she should feel proud about her victory...

"Woah, you can still keep going? Hmnnn.. well, if you agree that we won the information either way, .. I mean.. if you want to double or nothing.." She mused.. wait what was she agreeing to? The creamie taste and cock right infront of her were.. distracting her.. Yeah.. that was all there was to it... she hesitated, a bit of cum in the corner of her lips as she gulped down again.. why was this stuff so thick on her tongue.. well.. none of her holier friends would see or know anyway, right? She extended her tongue again..

"Yeah why not. But you better got some good sword, not just scraps for me." She decided, leaning herself down to attend that imp-cock once more, licking at the lewd, creamy taste within, with a more decent pace than she'd started with before!

(18 proficiency, rawr!)

 

[Aenon]

"No, no, this time I try to make you cum! She is half-fiend, that's why she is so hard to please! It took you ages to make me cum! I would have won otherwise!" she imp stopped her.

"Oh come on...you are such a sore loser!" Love argued back.

'You should ask it to bet some souls too...they are the currency here...but this is really risky...he could win this, if it's with you...maybe talk him down to me doing the fucking?' she secretly advised Cyra.

"What you say? If you win again I will take you to Bronze Citadel and buy you a real weapon too, huh!" the imp offered.

 

[Pervy]

"Hold on, aren't you a full-fiend, shouldn't you be even harder to make cum.. hrmnnn.." She mused, blushing, before looking at Love.. shopping for a proper weapon sounded tempting.. PLUS! It was kinda good turnabout on Love.
What, don't have faith in your oral skills? I guess you can't practice them much with paladins, you're propably no good at it anymore.. She teased the succubus, with more than a little bit of subtle satisfaction. And I'm not betting souls, just so we're clear,

"Shopping trip sounds good to me. My last sword wasn't bad, but it was a bit of a voyeur." Cyra agreed, stripping from her hand made leather underwear with a little hint of hesitation, clapping her hands at Love. "Change places!" She decided, leaning back. Well, all she had to do was think unsexy thoughts... like think about pretzels. or how it had felt to almost land in the abyss and then have this .. admittedly, yes, quite athletic and nice body, crafted from fiend-stuff for her. Oh and burning off the wings had hurt more than she'd ever expected..
Perhaps she should just think about the pretzel mystery. Yes.

So pretzels were designed by someone, clearly, with intent, but why the holes? Were they easier to carry? So I'm thinking,.. trying to distract myself.. beyond.. troubles in hell, what the next step would be.. I guess we can both agree we want to get to a .. sunnier place with better beaches, so back to the prime world.. but then what.. I mean, let's for now presume I believe that you wont cause bad troubles so I don't have to worry about you.. I guess I'd still have an immortal fiendish body.. and I should avoid dying, or revive my real body... I mean my real-real body. You know, the idea with restoring my memory is good, but I never got to asking the witch about her book and just what that ritual was... Like.. shouldn't I remember things after I re-died? Hrmnnn..
Plus these rifts.. I don't want others to wander into them and get nommed up by demons.. heck, I don't think even the devils around here are too interested in that happening too much.

(Dun know what to roll vs arousal if I ought to roll at all... my newly buffed constitution perhaps? That would be a 16. ^^)

 

[Aenon]

'Huh, well sure. I guess not betting souls is a good idea too.' Love mused, telepathically.

"Fine..." she grumbled, changing positions with Cyra.

The little devi licked and fingered Cyra as best as he could...and Love took her sweet time. Cyra's self distraction tactics were enough to help her endure...however she could still feel the pleasure building up...

'Well, either that witch was hiding something, or there is someone who tricked her and helped her revive you...I would guess the second. I don't know how to get back your body exactly, but I think a wizard would probably know. Still I don't think one we could find here would be trustworthy...' she explained, as she finally made the demon cum, also swallowing everything.

'The rifts would either need you to go around closing them one by one, or making the planes drift apart...for both of those you would need divine magic, hmm...'

"We won a second time. Now I understand if you don't plan to honor the bed, but I will have to speak to your supervisor." she argued with the imp.

"Uh...damn, this is so weird....fiiine, I will get you that sword. BUUUT we still have to finish our first deal! I will make sure to fuck you until you forget your names..."

'Uh, I could argue that we did our part, and get some info from it, but I am not sure it is enough for all the info we need...do you want to...?' Love asked telepathically

 

[Pervy]

Cyra blushed under the devilish assault.. she certainly hadn't expected -fighting- devils like this just yesterday. Then again, getting herself a fancy sword would help.. remedy her situation. Whatever that situation now was. She still felt a little directionless, hence her 'talk' with Love, amidst soft, sweet moans under the fiends assault.

I actually think you're onto something, yes.. it feels as if I was ment to be revived, but not ment to be at my full strength. Not ment to remember... In that regard, perhaps 'hiding' in hell for a little wont be that bad an idea, actually. Sera's boss-lady was a bit evasive, but I didn't sense evil intent from her, perhaps she didn't know better either.
She pondered. Well, if I manage to arm up could just go through that rift and kick the tentacle-things ass into giving back my body.
She hesitated, half thoughtful, half distracted by the imp.... I have divine magic.. although this body is not the best to utilize it with. Need to learn more about those rifts first.

She remained thoughtful for a long moment, almost missing the world around her. "Huh?
..oh I think we did enough fucking. Maybe in a few promotions, you'll manage to do it satisfactorily too." She chuckled. "You can tell us what we want to know on our way to the shopping trip." She insisted, slipping out of her lewd position and redressing. Perhaps it'd do her better not to question why her body was so... resilient to sexual pleasures right now...

 

[Aenon]

"Fiiine, fiine...I guess I will let those guys finish the job. What could go wrong, right?"

And like that, the company of three started their journey towards the Bronze Citadel. In the way, the imp had explained the current situation of the Hells...

"The deal was that I will tell you things according to how much you pleased me, not that I will tell you what you want to know!" the imp had claimed

"Damn, I knew there was a trick somewhere!" Love complained, while winking at Cyra.

"So, lets start with the simple things...the Hells have nine layers...." the imp started explaining, smirking...

~~~

The Hells have nine layers...Avernus, the one Cyra currently is, is the main battlefield of the blood war. Bel, who had previously overthrown Zariel, was once again replaced by her. Zariel, a fallen celestial, is leading the fight against the hordes of the abyss.

Dispater is still the Lord of the Second. He is responsible for providing with weapons the forces of hell.

Mammon is still hoarding treasures as he rules over Monauros, the swampy third layer of hell.

Belial and Fierna, are ruling Phlegethos, the Fourth Hell together.

Levistus is ruling Stygia...even while frozen by Asmodeus in a prison of unmelting ice. Geryon, the previous ruler of Stygia, may not be able to do anything to him, but he can do to his minions...thus the frozen layer of Stygia is wrecked by war.

The sixth layer of hell, Malbolge, is the penitentiary of hell. The Hag Countess had died, and Glasya, Asmodeus's daughter, became the Lord of the Sixth.

Baalzebul is ruling the ruins of Maladomini, while Mephistopheles is ruling the frozen layer of Cania.

Obviously, Asmodeus is still ruling the hells from Nessus...but the imp shamelessly even added this in his 'information'.

As for the reason they were collecting the demon bodies, apparently the wizard was working into making the hellfire engines to be able to fully work against demons too...something too good to be true, as far as the imp was concerned.

~~~

Finally, they arrived at the Bronze Citadel, that supposedly lied in the center of Avernus...an easy claim, considering the infinite nature of the layer. It was a truly massive fortress, with layers upon layers of walls, riddled with towers and war machines...one could only imagine how impossible of a task would be for anyone to conquer it...and how foolish the demons could be, for ever hoping to do so...

 

[Pervy]

Cyra narrowed her eyes over at Love at the devilish tricking, considerably less amused.. although the information was awfully.. generalistic, it was some interesting tidbits for Cyra, who felt like she'd not listened to the full lesson here or there. She craned back her neck, taking in the fortress before her.. this definitly exceeded most mortals could build. Then again.

"Cruelly efficent, hmnnn." She noted, staring down the fortress of war in defiance. One shouldn't visit such fortresses of evil, but siege them.. little choice she had in her situation.
"I got to admit, its size is.. a little overwhelming.. Oh well." Demons and Devils could fight all they wanted.. as long as they left nice people out of it, for all she cared.. but still, it was nice imagining this fortress torn down by holy warriors, those wicked soul-stealers humbled for their misdeeds...
She glanced over to Love. She was still uncertain about her motives.. she was.. it seemed almost like she cared about Cyra, albeit in a pervy way, yet she had little hesitation about snatching her soul and deciding what she thought right for Cyra...

"Right, so, onto the weaponshops we go. While we are at it, ever heard of a Merazial? Last I heard she was sealed away a while ago..." She mused, innocently smiling over to Love.

 

[Aenon]

"Merazial? No, it doesn't sound familiar. Bah, well, follow me and try to look like you have business with being here...some guys are always looking for a fight." he warned them.

The Citadel was a strange place. The smell of sulfur was even stronger, and the temperature felt a bit warmer...but nothing Cyra's new body couldn't shrug off. It looked like some strange, twisted city...the streets were wide enough for easily moving troops around, and the massive buildings all looked like small fortresses - some made from volcanic rock, while others made from metal, but all of them looked practical and durable...however clearly lacking in artistic details.

'Hmmm....I think I should go and get some things done, to prepare for our journey too. You should still be able to talk to me, as long as you stay in the city. Try to avoid trouble...uh, who am I kidding...' Love said, before sneaking away, unless stopped.

Finally the imp reached in front of a stone building, sounds of hammering coming from inside. It couldn't really be considered shabby...after all it was double the size of a mortal house. However, comparing it to the other buildings around, it really looked pityful.

"Uh...ok, lets see...I am on a tight budget, so unless you want to end up with a dagger, you should help me get a discount..." the imp warned Cyra, before walking through the huge doorframe.

The hammering stopped, as the imp walked inside.

"Oh, Bob! Long time no see!" a cheerful female voice was heard from inside.

"My name is not Bob! It is Bobzal! I brought you a customer...you get her a real weapon, and we call it even" the imp grumpily replied.

"Uh...eh, fine, whatever..." strangely enough, as Cyra walked in, she would notice that the owner of he voice wasn't a devil, but a black-haired, human woman...she was wearing a blacksmith's apron made of some kind of strande leather, and her arms and legs were covered in black armor...however Cyra could swear that she was probably naked behind the apron.

She was still in front of her anvil, holding a sturdy hammer and she was just working on something.

"Arrow tips." she shrugged "My talents are going to waste, for sure."

"I am Olda, nice to meet you. Hmm...I do have a pile of swords there, just pick one, I guess." she offered, pointing at the side.

 

[Pervy]

"They might be taking on more than they can handle.. err.. how tough are these some guys compared to let's say you?" Cyra added, on hindsight, whilest wandering the fortified streets.. needs flowers, she thought to herself, and perhaps Love, coincidentially.

Huh.. alright. I guess I'll try trusting you .. a bit.

She noted towards Love, shrugging and following the imp.
"Help get you a discount hrmn?" She raised a brow. "Cyra. Hello." She mused, before glancing over at the pile, picking up the.. least unimpressive looking one and giving it a test-swing. "So.. Olda. What are you doing in a hellish fortress.
I mean.. this is not as bad as I had feared but.." She mused.. at least the swords weren't hewn from the souls of the damned or something... propably.

"I dunno, they seem very standard-soldiery. Don't you have something with.. Y'know, a little Sass?"

She chuckled. "I mean uh.. yeah, I am suprised this whole forging here is so.. mundane.. do you plan to hammer out dozens of equival metal-bits for the rest of your life?"

(I can not roll high persuasion for the life of me! What is it with Cyra and smiths? 8 )

 

[Aenon]

Indeed, lesser devils were as common as humans would be in a human city...they were the rank and file of the legions of hell, after all. Granted, everyone looked like he had something really important to do.

In Avernus, the most common devils were the flying ones...imps, and spined devils. Led by erinyes, who were greater devils. Of course, there were still bearded devils and others, just not as a common sight.

Spoiler: Lesser Devils

Imps

Spined Devil (Spinagon) (small sized)

Bearded Devil (Barbazu)

Barbed Devil (Hamatula)

Chain Devil (Kyton)

Bone Devil (Osyluth) (large sized)

"It is not so bad because Bel had to take his troops and go to the front lines...but it will be messy once they come back." the blacksmith explained

"I made a deal...it turned out that the loophole I found was just a trap. Long story short I have to work here." she shrugged "So yes, I am just filling the quota."

"I could make you something better, but not for what he can pay for." she explained.

"And to tell you the truth, I don't really have a use for gold or souls....so what do you have to offer?" she asked.

 

[Pervy]

The bearded devil sure looked imposing.. but somehow Cyra felt like she could perhaps handle that. The Erinyes leaders on the other hand... She needed to get stronger. Or our of this place. Perhaps both, really.
"Messy. hmn.." Get out of this place before things got messy, got it.

"Devils and their deals." Cyra sighed.. even having a devilish body, all this definitions pinching nonsense annoyed her to no end. She nodded to the imp. "Alright, your dues done, I guess we'll chat later. Oh and if you plan to eavesdrop.. don't... I don't want to have to tryout any of these swords early, eh?"

"Hmnn.. I mean, we could just try and bust you outta this place." Cyra chuckled, extending her arms. "Devils always expect you to follow their rules. But in the end, all they are, is powerful tyrants that can magically enforce -some- of their rules." She shrugged. "Naturally they are the best at abusing their shitty little contracts. Personally, I think if you don't want to be here, why should you be here?
I'm planning on leaving hell anyway. You could tag along. I mean.. it's propably not gonna make me any friends around here, but I don't particularly care either way." Cyra then tilted her head.

"Or, if that sounds too risky, take a little break, I'll hammer me up my own sword. Can't be that hard... need a bigger sword than whats in that pile though."

 

[Aenon]

"Huh, are you trying to persuade me to break the contract? Well good try, but I don't plan to join your kind permanently..." she declined raising her hand in a 'speak no more motion'.

"I may be stuck here, but it beats the alternative. As for making your own sword, I don't have spare material to waste it. However..." she thought about it for a moment.

"If you do something for me, I will make you a better sword. How about you let me fuck you, without sucking my soul or anything as a payment?" she offered "It is pretty boring down here, and I only ever meet those ugly devils" she explained, taking a good look at Cyra and smiling.

 

[Pervy]

"Pfff. My kind. Well, suit yourself." She crossed her arms, fighting an urge to slap the girl. Her kind. pfff.. Did she look so devilish? New haircut time, certainly!

Then, she rubbed her temple. ".. of course it's fucking." She mused, reaching out for her makedo bra and panties, opening them up with a brief shrug.. the smith girl was kinda cute.. in a sweaty-lesbian way. She shrugged. Thinking about it, she wasn't as sure about how to pleasure a girl, like.. guys, easy.. suck their dick, relax and lay back and let your body take over and.. gah..

"You know.." She mused, opening up her clothes. "Just once I'd like to solve a problem with a stimulating game of chess. But hey, considering my day.. this is pretty tame." She chuckled. ".. is this were you live or do you have a more comfy space?" She asked, with a hint of a blush added in now.

 

[Aenon]

"Hmmm....right, sure." she placed the hammer at the side.

"I am not expecting any curstomers, and I gotta let this one cool down too...so we may as well have some fun now." she nodded.

"Here come with me upstairs..." she offered, leading the way up a stairway at the back.

~~~
Soon Cyra found herself outside of the bedroom. Olda had asked her to give her a moment to prepare herself...

"Come in~~" she heard a giggling voice from inside.

"Sorry about the armor, I can't remove those parts..." she explained.

Spoiler: Inside the bedroom!