Soul Drinking - Part 3
Soul Drinking - Part 3
A/N - I had this idea and I knew I just had to write it down. Enjoy.
Milly was still sitting at the table, finishing the last remnants of her breakfast. After shaking the cub's hand he had vanished saying he needed something.
Her mind was abuzz with thoughts and what-if scenarios. The most dominate thought was, "What were you thinking?". Milly grew up with a decent religious background. She went to Church every Sunday growing up and her own Grandmother was a pastor up until the day she died. Milly could just feel her Grandmother's eyes looking down from above, she just knew it. Milly got up and left the kitchen, not even bothering to put her plate away since apparently she had other-wordly butler services.
She sat down on the couch with a sigh, her mind still abuzz. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to figure out what to do. Milly's apartment was quiet save for the ticking of a nearby wallclock.
9:32am.
A part of her was missing the sweet obliviousness of life. The lack of demons, ghouls, the Vatican, and apparently being marked certainly...
"Wait, marked?"
Milly suddenly rose to her feet and began to search for whatever mark that demon was referring to. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary or amiss. She went into the bathroom and checked her back, lower back, and anywhere else. She checked under her tongue and inside her mouth, finding nothing either. The mouse blinked when an idea came to her head. She raised up a portion of hair covering her forehead, revealing the "mark" supposedly.
On Milly's forehead, about the size of a dime, was a star encased in a circle. Her fur where the mark was seemed burnt and scabbed, almost like someone took a branding iron and burned it right on her forehead.
"A pentagram?"
It very faintly glowed red briefly before fading away, only to glow once more. Milly gently rubbed her fingers across it, feeling no imperfections on her skin. Milly frowned at having such a mark on her forehead. A feeling of shame, probably from the Heavens above, came from above and crept over her body. Milly leaned forward looking down into the sink while placing her hands on either side of the sink. She didn't ask for this. She didn't want this. And yet here she was, wrapped up in demon business.
After using the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and still trying to accept the whole demon business, Milly began to consider her day. Frankly she didn't have anywhere to be, or anywhere to go for that matter. Most weekends she would simply stay home and enjoy her hobbies of watching sci-fi shows on Furflix, or Furlu.
"Maybe some Firefly will calm me down a little..." She mused, bringing the first smile to her face.
Milly undressed in her bedroom, being especially careful of the loose shirt that dragged across her sore nipples. She cupped and craddled them. They had obviously grown bigger since the last time she milked herself.
'Fucking curse...' She grumbled.
She rested her arms under her breasts and bounced up and down quickly. "Definitely bigger." Milly went into her closet and grabbed some lounging wear. Just a simple pair of jogging pants and a loose shirt. Milly paused before considering getting another shirt, preferably something a lot more loose than she had.
A loud pop made Milly squeak, jump, and drop all her clothing in fright. She turned around when she saw a flame originate from the middle of her bedroom.
"Ack! What the fuck?!" She rushed over, fueled by adrenaline, and began to stomp it out.
"He-hey! Lady! What th- ow! Stop it you cunt!" Milly pressed her foot down over the flame, smoldering the voice and flames finally. She sighed in relief. What the hell was that? And who was talking?
"Girl, as much as I love having your adorable foot on my face, would you kindly move it so I can come out from your floor?"
Milly looked down at where the voice originated from. An eyeball looked up at her between her toes. She squeaked and launched herself backwards, falling onto her ass.
The flames that were smoldered bellowed upwards once more and spread in a small circle. An arm reached out of the ring of fire and supported itself on the normal wood flooring before another arm, then a head poked out. It was the Demon Cub!
"Well? Don't just stand there girl. I could use a hand here." The cub said, grunting for some reason. Milly blinked before picking herself up off the floor and moving over to the hole.
"Starting early without me, hm?" The cub teased, raising an eyebrow in a coy fashion.
Milly blinked before she realized what he meant. She squeaked again, covering her breasts. "Pervert!" Milly fumed, bringing her foot down hard on the cub's head, kicking him back down into the ring of fire before it vanished entirely.
Milly blinked. What just happened? Where'd he go? She looked around for anything out of the ordinary again.
Nothing.
"H-hello? Are you there?" She called out, feeling somewhat silly she was talking to a floor, or anything for that matter. She looked around once more, finding nothing. She let out a sigh, rubbing her temples. That headache from earlier was beginning to flare up. Milly managed to get dressed without anymore surprises or incidents, but kept an eye and ear out for anything. Milly bit her bottom lip, halting a moan as the cool feeling of her shirt brushed over her bra-less chest. With her breasts as large as they were, she hadn't had time to go shopping for bigger bras. At least the machine she juryrigged together was still around.
Milly sighed as she rested on the couch, a feeling of contentment as her breasts were milked by the jury rigged breastpump. The milk flowed through a tub and into a two gallon jug. She had doubts she could fill it, but it certainly felt like it. She found it relaxing and soothing to have her tits drained. A nap didn't sound like a bad idea either. Milly settled onto her couch when a spark of flame erupted in midair.
Unlike last time, she stood her ground as the flames spread into the shape of a red door with a gargoyle doorknocker set at a fixed height. The door opened outwards revealing the demon cub and apparently something else behind him.
"Girl, do you know how expensive and how difficult it is to get a taxi from the fourth circle of Hell this time of day?", said the cub with a tinge of anger in his voice. The scowl on his face weakened slightly when he saw her breasts out in the open, getting milked by that machine. "Hmph, I suppose not. Alright, let's get this paperwork over with."
Milly pulled her shirt over her breasts, blushing heavily. "You could use the door like a normal...never mind." She shifted herself upright, turning the machine off and allowing the cups to pop off. Milk drizzled gently out of her breasts, forming wet spots on her shirt, before the milk stopped entirely.
The demon cub stepped out of the door along with another creature, something much smaller than him. It was another demon. The cub was still nude.
The new demon had an thin body, small wings, horns, and long elf-like ears. His skin looked smooth and carried many scars. It seemed oddly familiar.
"This, girl, is Imp #706632."
The Imp stood proudly, flapping his wings to keep his elevation.
"He is here as our caseworker. And will represent us for the rest of your mortal life, or until our partnership ends." He explained, before shutting the door behind the Imp. "Whichever comes first."
Well, that was certainly dark.
The Imp approached Milly with a clawed hand extended which Milly took with hesitation and shook gently. "Me glad to be your caseworker." The Imp said in a rather high-pitched, scratchy voice. "I here to make sure you understand paperwork and stuff." He continued, sitting on the table in front of Milly and holding onto a clipboard with a considerable amount of paper, sticky notes, and scratch marks. The demon cub sat next to Milly, holding the two gallon jug in his hand.
Over the next hour, Milly was brought up to speed in the world of Demonic Politics, which honestly weren't much different from real world politics. It was a headache and a half when the Imp tried to explain in broken English all the rules, the story of Hell, and other things.
Apparently Hell wasn't all fire and brimstone. In fact the Imp's story went against, almost, everything that she was taught in Church. Satan was not cast down from the Gates of Heaven. In fact, he left. Why? Boredom. God wasn't happy and removed his wings, cursing him to walk the Earth forever more. But, Satan saw opportunity to make something out of a bad situation. He created Hell, and the Nine Circles. God would send people to Hell for their punishment and depending on their punishment depended on the circle of Hell they were sent to. Murderers, Rapists, and Serial Killers were sent to lower pits while things like petty theft, cursing, were usually sent to higher circles.
Milly interrupted the Imp only once, asking where she would go if she went to Hell. It took the Imp only a brief moment to say she would go to Hell regardless for consorting with Demons since it was a sin.
Milly felt like someone buried her in snow. She had lost her chance at heavenly paradise all because this runt of a demon took a part of her soul? The cub took notice of her anger and held his ground, being calm has he began to explain.
"Girl, you have to understand that everything you do is a sin. Having sex is a sin, masturbation is a sin, and all kinds of crazy shit you do is a sin. Wearing gold? A sin. Eating certain kinds of food? A sin. Wearing silk? A sin. Eating shellfish? A sin. Football? A sin. Almost no one ever gets into Heaven." The cub explained.
Milly, even amongst her anger, blinked in confusion.
The cub continued, "How many people got into Heaven in the last few years, Imp?" The Imp took his clipboard, searching briefly before he revealed the number.
Milly looked at the clipboard in utter shock.
"THREE?! Only three people got into Heaven in the past few years? What the hell kind of show is God running?" Milly slapped her forehead. What the hell was going on?
"As I said girl, God views almost all things as a sin. Those three people that went to Heaven, allowed themselves to live shallow lives, restricting themselves by God's very restrictive rules. You could go to Church every Sunday, lead a pretty normal life, and you'd still go to Hell most likely."
Milly found all this information to be...surprising, but at the same time, not surprising. She leaned forward, resting her arms on her legs as she looked down. Everything she knew was basically a lie. Everything she had been taught was basically a lie.
Milly, the cub, and the Imp remained quiet briefly while the mouse girl coped with such revelations. A tear escaped her eye, dropping onto the floor between her feet.
"The good thing about Hell, girl, is that it's not all fire and brimstone. People like you lead normal lives unbound by real world physics. There is no sickness, no death, no war, no conflicts. I imagine your Grandmother, and...fuck, the rest of your family too. ... " The cub paused abruptly mid sentence then looked at the Imp.
"Imp, put a note down for one mortal visit to Hell. Keep it planned, and let me know as soon as possible when we can go."
The Imp saluted and began to scribble things down.
Milly looked up from the floor at the cub, "What?"
The cub kept that coy look and smile on his face, "You heard me. We'll visit your dead Grandmother. In Hell." He finished his sentence by finishing the last of the jug of breastmilk, letting out a rude burp.
Hell.
The one place Milly was told she had to avoid for all her life. That icewater feeling that flowed through her body made itself known once again.
"One other before I forget, girl. I am what's classified as a rogue demon. However due to my age, I am still considered a cub in appearances and everything. Demons like me are normally not bound by the laws of Hell considering our rogue status. There ARE other demons out in the world, demons who can come and go as they please, but are not allowed into Hell because of their status. The only reason I am able to use the services of Hell, as well as go to Hell is because of my age, nothing more."
The room was quiet again, save for the ticking of the wallclock. The Imp approached Milly again, offering the clipboard. She saw he had a fairly neutral look on his face and she could tell this kind of thing was probably part of the job. "Contract here say you have to sign to use Hell services and keep demon around. If you no sign, me have to kill you."
Milly blinked as she took the clipboard and looked at the contract.
The Contract was nothing but the word, "Blah blah blah.", written over and over again, followed by an X at the bottom and a dotted line. "What the hell kind of contract is this?"
The Imp looked at her seriously and said, "Contract. You. Sign. Otherwise me kill."
"You might want to sign it, girl. I'm starting to like your couch."
Milly regarded the cub with a mean look before turning at the contract again. She let out a sigh and against everything her body, mind, and soul cried out, she signed the paper.
"There. Now what?"
The Imp took the clipboard, nodded at the paper, and vanished in a poof of smoke.
The cub got up and began to stretch, popping his back and began to flap his wings. "That's it girl. You're done. We're officially, in the jurisdiction of Hell, partners."
Milly leaned back against the house, letting a harsh sigh escape her mouth. For some reason, Milly felt exhausted. Then again, when you have such mindblowing news about the forces of Hell, Demon Politics, and the fact of visiting your dead Grandmother will certainly do that to you. She eyed the clock on the wall.
11:02am.
Time flies when the forces of Hell are having you sign contracts and threatening to kill you.
"Could you at least put some clothing on? I'm tired of looking at your junk.", regarded Milly, looking away from the cub after briefly looking at the clock.
The cub motioned right in front of Milly, his crotch right at eyelevel.
"Demons are not bound by mortals original sin. You can blame that cunt who took a bite of the Fruit of Knowledge even after she was told not to. I swear she ruined a lot of things for you mortals. Then again, women tend to ruin everything from my understanding". The cub shrugged before moving back down on the couch, leaning against Milly. Milly blinked at the out-of-character the cub had.
Milly already knew the answer to the question she was about to ask, but asked anyway, "So what's your name anyway? You never introduced yourself. And I know you know my name."
The Demon Cub shifted away from Milly's shoulder, and let out a sigh of his own. "Demons aren't allowed to give their true names to mortals because of the power our names hold. You know the name of a demon, then you control them. It's why we give fake names to mortals. In some instances, if trust is established, a demon is allowed to share their real name with someone. It's rare from my understanding, but it does happen."
The cub paused once again, obviously contemplating something. "Call me Red for now until I can remember the name I used with my former partner."
The Demon ...erm...Red, introduced himself.
Milly patted Red's head, right between the horns. "Hello Red. I'm Milly."
Red growled at her, pulling away from the pets she gave, "Stop that." Milly giggled before sitting up and adjusting herself to get comfortable once more. She bit her lip in contemplation, finding the idea still a little strange and foreign to her.
"Would um...would you wanna...you know...milk me?" Milly said, blushing furiously as she turned her head away.
Red simply smiled at her offer and nodded, "Yes I would. That milk in the jug isn't enough to sate my hunger." Milly didn't even get to react as Red pounced atop her chest, drawing her nipple into his mouth and began to nurse. Milly leaned against the headrest, letting Red crawl atop him further and nurse. She rubbed along his back and his little wings, shuddering visibly as he bit down gently on the nipple.
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all....maybe.