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Behold - the succubus.

A depraved being who exists solely to inspire maddening lust. To drag any male down to such depraved depths that all virtue is burned from their souls, ensuring damnation once their short lives flicker out. The antithesis of innocence, the distilled essence of desire. Her every utterance a flirtation, her posture an open invitation to partake of her, to seize the body whose sole function is to tempt…

…when it was in fully working order.

Essie folded her sensitive hellhound ears as the succubus in front of her sneezed again, a loud ‘A-CHOO!’ followed by a wet trumpeting as she blew her nose and added to a growing pile of used tissues next to her bed.

“Ughhhhhh. Will someone please kill me?” bemoaned the stricken seductress.

“Maybe with a ten foot pole. I need my nose, I can’t risk catching what you’ve got…” Essie said.

“Ha, ha. You really are a sadistic bitch, you know that? No sympathy for your dying mistress…”

“You’re not dying…” Essie said with a roll of her red eyes. “The hospital said you just have a cold and that it’s just a matter of common sense medicine - bed rest, heroin and plenty of fluids.”

“That’s just what those cunts in Sloth say to get you out the door so they can divvy up your prescription between themselves. Heroin? What about the good drugs? Ughhhh, why do I even pay hellthinsurance?”

“Well you brought this on yourself. I mean, you did beat the record for most ice-dildo insertions, but was it really worth it?”

“Yes it was! The one thing that comforts me in my twilight hours is the memory of Verosika’s face when number eleven slid in…” Tasha said, and Essie fought the urge to mention what her own face had looked like in her ‘moment of triumph’. “And that whore had the nerve to register a complaint, saying that I stalled so the other ten would melt to make enough room!”

“Okay, so obviously you’re on sick leave and don’t need your hellhound, so I’ll just let myself ou-” Essie said, preparing to slap a quarantine sign on her boss’ bedroom door and take a little vay-cay until the snot stopped hitting the fan. She was stopped by a hand grasping the tip of her tail.

“Yeah, about my work… this cold came at the worst time. I have a really important job to do…”

“...yeah, and I bet he’s a big ‘job’ too…” Essie quipped.

“If you interrupt me again I’m going to see if this tail of yours makes a better hanky than tissues.” the sniffling succubus threatened before continuing. “There’s a band up there that I’ve been… nurturing.”

“What’s it called?”

“Werejackal.”

“Oh yay! Canine appropriation…” Essie said, chirping out her sarcastic remark with an eye-roll. “Are they at least any good?”

“Well it’s… Earth Metal.” The succubus said, and the two shared a frown. Even when they got the music right, the lyrics of even the most hardcore metal songs are pretty prudish by infernal standards. “But I’m not a music critic. They are depraved - young dumb and full of cum, awash in every excess their rise to fame has afforded them.”

“So sounds like they’re on the fast track to here. What about them can’t wait?”

“The bassist. He’s one of the founding members and the band's resident bad boy, one that girls lust after and boys are dying to emulate. And he just came out of court-mandated rehab and I’m worried he’s going to go soft and wreck a good thing. They are playing a concert tomorrow and my plan was to find him in his hotel room afterward and undo everything a team of highly trained mental health care professionals has managed to do to ‘fix’ him.” she said, making a sour face as she dropped the air quotes.

“So why don’t you go? You’re oozing bodily fluids, but when has that ever stopped you before?”

“Wrong fluids. And… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I just don’t feel very sexy…” she said, taking another hard blow into a handful of tissues.

“You don’t say.”

“So here’s the plan - you’re going to take my Asmodean crystal…”

“...and you’re breaking how many laws by just suggesting that?” Essie asked, knowing that access to the mortal realm was strictly regulated even in a place as seemingly lawless as hell.

“Are you gonna narc on me? Thought so. Anyway, you’re going to get your tail up there, shake it in Keith’s face, roll over, beg, basically do whatever it takes for him to get the fuck off the straight and narrow…”

“Wow. Love how liberal you’re being with my body…” Essie complained.

“And you’ve last been laid how long ago? Look bitch, I’m throwing you a bone here, the least you could do is wag your tail.”

“Yeah but… a human? A bassist?”

“What’s wrong with that? I love a good baseline, you can practically feel it deep inside you…”

“Yeah, especially if you press your ass against the amps… Ughhh, I bet he’s gonna have calloused fingers…”

“What would you rather have crawling over that bitch body - strong but calloused fingers, or just your usual fleas?”

“I do not have fleas! The… the shampoo worked…” Essie said, softly amending her outraged bark.

“Ughhhh, whatever happened to the loyalty of a good hellhound? Your owner lies dying…” Tasha bemoaned, the back of her hand against her forehead.

“You’re not dying…”

“And you can’t perform one simple task that would coincidentally wind up scratching that itch of yours. And no, I’m not talking about fleas…”

“Okay. I suppose it’s better than watching you… leak.”

“Good girl. My Asmodean crystal’s in my nightstand drawer, along with the tickets and the backstage pass. You’ve seen me work so I don’t think I need to explain the rest. Now run along, I don’t think loose fur is helping my sinuses…” the succubus instructed, dismissing her loyal hellhound with the wave of one immaculately manicured hand…

*******

Standing in front of a tall mirror, Essie examined herself one last time before leaving for her assignment. She took a few moments to admire her cute hellhound face with its fine fur - a dark charcoal except for a white patch over her left eye, matching the one on her tummy. Her hair was jet black and worn in a big bushy pony-tail except for two fronds on either side of her face which she could never get to bundle up with the rest and which she dyed a bright orange to make people think it’s a stylistic choice. Still, they did frame her face nicely and add a little color even if they did get in the way.

She pulled the tight strip of supple black leather holding her tits up a little, hoisting up her puppies. Working for a succubus is a great way to get an inferiority complex, but as she examined her chest from every angle she smiled as every angle proved quite flattering. She cocked her hips accentuated by a short, tight black skirt with slim silver chains dangling off it before curling her big bushy tail around her and stroking it lovingly. Like every hellhound bitch she took good care of it and used it to good effect - swishing it to get someone’s attention and lifting it to get some action. She’d be working without it once she donned her human disguise. She gave her final accessory some thought - like a lot of hellhounds she felt naked without a collar, but she did have a collection and thus the agony of choice. In the end she settled for a black leather one with spikes which would scream ‘bad bitch’ even while she looked human.

From the collar’s ring dangled her borrowed Asmodean crystal that would open a gateway to the mortal realm. She considered just using it then and there but changed her mind and walked down the street to the nearest vending machine. It didn’t feel right to just show up empty handed, even if she was handing this guy her body on a platter. She fed a bill into the machine and considered her options. Hero-In and Angel Dust were good for a long cuddle-fuck session, but she wanted to get this over with nice and quick, so she settled for just plain Coke, and after a press of a button she was stuffing a baggie of white powder into her cleavage. Finding an out-of-the way spot she opened her portal pinching the Asmodean crystal between thumb and index finger, giving it a few vigorous rubs and then pursing her lips and blowing on it. A very simple point-and-clit interface since these things were designed and manufactured in Lust.

The portal took her to an alley near the concert venue and the blaring music made it clear it was already in progress. Not a problem since she wasn’t here to catch the show. She concentrated briefly and summoned up her human disguise. She checked herself in her phone’s camera and cringed at the sight of her now bald body, flat face and ears that couldn’t move. No tail either, but this would leave her toned ass exposed non-stop so maybe that was what humans were into? And even without a covering of fluffy fur her tits still looked great.

Tasha had provided her with a concert ticket, a backstage pass and very… detailed instructions. She also gave her one of her target's old guitar picks. The scent of the human might have been faint for a mortal dog, but to a hellhound's keen senses it was more than enough. After being let in she decided to make her way closer to the stage so that she could get a look at this guy. The place was packed but it proved little problem for Essie. All she had to do was growl and the humans would part, their senses suggesting to them that there was something like a rabid pitpull right behind them. The noise didn’t stop her from being heard since her growls tended to bypass the ears and reach the brain via the spinal column.

She made her way to the front row and got a good look at him - Roy Wallace. He was wearing dark pants and nothing but tattoos and studded leather straps from the waist up. Not a bad choice since he had the chest and the shoulders to pull it off. His goatee was braided and hung about three inches past his chin and his head was shaved at the sides, with a strip of long hair on top bound in a pony tail.

In spite of her opinion on the music mortals enjoyed, she had to admit these guys were pretty good. They certainly got the crowd riled up and the almost violent energy and aggressively loud noise blaring from the speaker-towers made Essie feel like she was home. Good vibes for a hellhound, even one currently wearing the smooth skin of a human. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a chore? The thought took root by the time the band played their last encore and the howling crowd began to thin, with most of them making their way out of the concert hall while Essie swaggered towards the VIP area, back-stage pass in hand.

*******

Either this job was easier than Tasha made it out to be or Essie was just a natural. In spite of Tasha’s accusations that she was turning into a wallflower, the hellhound was quite sociable when she wanted to be. And after a long while spent not being… ‘sociable’ she definitely wanted (or possibly needed) to be. A bit of flirting, some encouraging body-language and very meaningful looks and she managed to snag her prey.

Roy was even now fumbling for the key to his room with one hand while the other rested on Essie’s ass, the giggling and well-disguised hellhound clinging close to the tall human. The moment they were in Essie let herself be pressed against a wall, one hand on Roy’s chest and the other on the back of his head as he kissed her deep. He was good enough that she was grinding her crotch against his thigh but stopped and parted her legs when she felt a hand sliding up her thigh and then under her skirt. Wet panties were pulled aside as fingers slipped in and Essie had to admit that she was turned on enough not to notice the string calluses on the skilled, long digits.

“Fuck, can’t believe I’ve never seen you before. I’m pretty sure I would have remembered you if I did…” Roy growled as they broke the kiss and he nuzzled his way down her neck, with Essie unsubtly pushing his face down to her tits.

“Well this is the first time I caught you guys live…” she husked, trying not to betray how new it was to her to feel lips on bare skin.

“So backstage when you said you were a huge fan…”

“Oh, that was true. But a very -ngh!- recent one…” she said with a feminine grunt as long fingers found her sweet-spot. If he kept it up, she’d have to adjust her opinion on bassists. “A friend of mine couldn’t make it and she hooked me up with the ticket and the VIP pass. Said I just had to meet you guys…” she said, which was essentially true.

“So who’s your friend?” Roy asked casually and Essie realized she didn’t know Tasha’s alias up here.

“Oh, well I don’t want to name names, but if I said she was someone who fucked every member of the band and introduced you to some industry big-wigs…” she hinted, knowing her employer's MO.

“Mhhh, so you’re Joan’s friend…” Roy murmured into her neck as she groped her chest through the stretchy top keeping Essie’s puppies in check.

“Lucky -mmmhhpf!- guess… and speaking of getting lucky…” she murmured, sliding her hand down Roy’s abs to very blatantly cup the bulge in his pants. “...this is as wet as I’m gonna get. So are you gonna show me why Joan recommended you out of all the other guys in the band?” She asked, and the growl against her neck and the way he practically dragged her to the bedroom was the response she was hoping for.

He took his hands and eyes away from her to fiddle with the stereo, since there was no way a musician was gonna have sex a capella. Enough time for Essie to take her phone out and draw neat lines of white powder. By the time Roy turned around she’d just done the first one and was offering the improvised tray to him.

“What? Don’t tell me it’s your first time?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“Not even close. Look… I don’t mind if you wanna do a few lines but I… I just got straight and…” he trailed off, distracted by the way Essie had uncrossed her long legs, giving him a glimpse at what he’d been fingering.

“Yeah, I get it. Bad habits, right? But look at it this way - you just finished a long set and two encores. You gotta be feeling that, right? And while I’m sure it would be good either way, this might be the only time you get to see me? Don’t you want me to remember you at your best?” she asked, tugging her top and revealing one of her shapely tits. Her boobs seemed to be just as attractive without the soft white fluff usually covering them. And hesitant as he might have been, she got Roy to clear her screen together with her.

“Fuck, that… I think that’s a little stronger than I’m used to…” he groaned, shrugging off his vest. Essie easily slipped her top off and pushed her skirt and her panties down her now smooth legs, smiling as she helped Roy out of his pants.

“See? It’s just coke. It’s harmless. Now, let me show you something really dangerous…” she growled playfully, laying her hands on Roy’s broad shoulders before pushing him down on the bed.

Predator instincts in full swing she straddled her prey. The track he’d chosen was nice - slow but growly and definitely something she could move to. For now she was just rubbing her slit against the underside of his cock and enjoying the attention. She’d been looking up at him an hour ago when he was on stage, but now that she was polishing his erection with her drooling cunny she was the main attraction.

His hands were on her hips but he was letting her run the show, and once she’d teased both of them as much as she dared Essie lifted her hips and angled the fleshy spire up. No knot, but a pretty good size. No wonder Tasha chose this guy as her pet-project. Essie threw her head back and felt her nipples stiffen as she sank down, the blunt tip of the human cock finding its way into the slick tunnel between her legs and filling her up just right as she smoothly pushed her hips down.

“Fuck girl… you’re hot as hell…” Roy groaned, hands on her slender waist as she ground her crotch against him and just savored the way his erection was stirring things around inside her.

Duh… Essie thought but kept her mouth shut except for a few cute grunts she couldn’t help while making herself comfortable. No knot, but she knew how to have fun without a tie. Otherwise the mortal was a very nice fit for her puppy-pussy. She adjusted her position until she’d aimed him at just the right spot and started to ride, her tits pressed together between her arms as she rested her hands on Roy’s chest.

So this is work for a succubus? she wondered, gasping and moaning softly as her smooth lips polished the human’s shaft. Granted, it probably wasn’t a picnic lifting your tail for random mortals, but she could forgive Tasha for saddling her with her job. The job also seemed to be enjoying himself, his hands gripping Essie’s slender waist but letting the obviously eager and experienced girl move freely.

His hands moved to her ass and as he got a good grip Essie couldn’t help but moan and bounce just a little harder. She missed her fur and her tail, but had to admit the feel of her bare skin being touched felt weird in a good way. Her back bent and flexed and the two orange strands of hair on either side of her face swung back and forth as she got into it, her whole body moving to get the thick length of male flesh to graze all the right spots inside her. She still had the focus for these long, steady strokes - pulling off as much as she dared to that only his tip was inside her so that her plunge made the glans rub and poke her slippery walls.

After that got a little boring he leaned back, giving the mortal a great view of her bouncing tits and her pussy splayed around him as she went for shallow strokes that kept him deep as she both bounced and ground against him. He had his hands on her hips again and was thrusting into her in a wet staccato, humping up every time she drove her ass down.

If he was feeling restless she was quite willing to let him do some of the work. Essie leaned down until her breasts were pressed flat against his chest and her lips were locked with his. Those calloused hands moved to her ass just as his legs braced and Roy began to buck into her. Strong fingers dug into her perky cheeks as their kiss muffled his grunts and her moans, at least to some degree. She could feel her nipples grow had against his tattooed pecs and even disguised her nose was still keen enough to pick up the mingled scents that to a hellhound were as obscene as the noise of wet skin slapping together.

She was definitely getting what she needed, but Roy seemed to want to give her even more. The room spun as she was rolled over with him now on top and driving into her. His strokes were still short but he had more leverage and he was jabbing thrillingly deep as her legs wrapped around him and her new human manicure left a network of red lines across his back.

“Nhhhggouhyess… fuh...fuck me! H-harder…” she moaned, feeling her lower belly tense as the mortal mounting her did just that.

She’d had a bit of a dry-spell and the last time she did get laid was just a bit of feminine fun with one of Tasha’s succubus interns eager for… experience. Definitely fun, but not a replacement for what she was getting now. Being spread by something hard and hot, being pumped while every ragged breath carried the scent of sex to her keen hellhound nose. And she had to admit, Roy really knew what he was doing. She felt like he was trying to drive her into the mattress, and she was feeling every bit of energy that infernal nose-candy had given him.

She was far enough gone that her moans and gasps had devolved into yips and whines, but Roy seemed past noticing or maybe past caring. He was still pumping her with everything he had but she could feel his body tensing and making his thrusts a little less fluid. And when his cock began to twitching inside her, she knew that a lack of fluid wouldn’t be a problem much longer. She growled as he groaned, letting go inside her while she was a few good pumps away from climax herself. Acting every bit like a bitch in heat she humped against him savoring the mess of his load being churned out as fast as he could pump it in. knots were great, but she loved the freedom of being able to move during climax the sheer messy fun of sliding back and forth on a guy’s cock while he was busting his nut.

His flow was just tapering off when her climax hit her and she cried out, her body tensing before growling slack. She held him close for a few seconds, her hand on the back of his head and her breath hot against his ear. When her grip grew slack he rose up, and the glazed, satisfied look turned into a wide-eyed slack-jawed look of shock before he suddenly clambered out of bed.

“Holyshitwhat the… what the fuck!?” he cried out as Essie tried to work out why he was freaking out and backing away from the bed.

“Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay just… just calm down…” she said, rising out of bed and trying to get him to stop freaking out. He was fresh out of rehab, so maybe that had been a little too much coke?

“S-stay away from me! Just… stay away…” he stammered, backing away from Essie in terror, and what’s more backing out the open balcony door. She saw his back hit the railing and lunged too late to catch Roy as he went over.

“Ooohhhhkaaayyy…maybe… maybe he’s fine?” the hellhound wondered, sheepishly edging her way to the edge after that rather final-sounding thump. “Yikes! That… yeah, that looks bad. For fucks’s sake, what made him freak out like that!? He looked like he’d seen a… ohhhh.” she finished as she saw her reflection. Her reflection, the one with a muzzle and a white patch over white eye that only made her awkward expression look more ridiculous.

“Fuck, I just know Tasha’s going to blame me for this…”

*******

“The one time I ask you to do something…” the succubus bemoaned, her voice serving her fine even though her sinuses were still clogged.

…to do _ your _ job… Essie thought but remained silent while her boss vented.

“...and you completely fuck things up!”

“I thought fucking was the job?” the hellhound bitch asked, but her attempt at levity wasn’t appreciated.

“There’s fucking - which you were supposed to do - and there’s fucking up, which is what you actually did!” Tasha fumed, striding around in a fluffy bathrobe with a hot water bottle strapped to her head, which didn’t help her look imposing.

“Okay, but this is what we call an accident! This was my first time ever having sex while disguised as a human. I had no way of knowing the magic would glitch out when I came. In hindsight, we should have done a test run here in hell…” she said, getting an irritated groan from the irate succubus.

“But look on the bright side - he died with his dick out and high as a kite. He’s bound to end up down here so…”

“Is that what you think we do? Fuck mortals into damnation one by one? That’s how shit was done back in the Dark ages, when the Satan-blessed human population was measured in millions. But there’s billions of the fuckers up there right now, and even Hell doesn’t have that many sluts! So we have to work smart - use things like mass-media, celebrity power - corrupt key humans to make sure they spread it around! And - spoiler alert!- one of these humans is even now being scraped off the sidewalk!”

“Okay, so I fucked up…” Essie admitted, her ears folded against her head. “...but how many of my fuck-ups can you recall?”

“None come to mind, which is why you’re being talked to and not hit over the head with a rolled-up newspaper!” bemoaned the succubus, pressing her fingers to her temples. “Ughhhh, I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll think of some way you can make this right. Until then… I don’t know… go sit in a corner of Hell and think about what you’ve done…” she said.

Essie figured that if she was going to sit in the dunce chair, it might as well take the form of a barstool.

*******

Imp City had no shortage of dingy little bars that lacked windows and thus made day-drinking a non-issue. The place was empty enough that Essie could have made herself comfy in a booth and just lazed around while wasting time on her phone. But the barman caught her eye - tall, maroon, nicely muscled arms left bare by the black vest that was sadly zipped up. Horny to, at least in the literal sense - two protrusions curving back from his forehead and almost disappearing in his stark-white hair... So she figured she’d sit at the bar and keep her phone as a plan B if he turned out to be dull.

“What are you having?” he asked as the hellhound took her seat.

“A double. I’ll leave the details up to you…”

“Bad day at work?” he asked, throwing some ice into a highball before pouring something amber that made the cubes crack.

“I guess I’m… off duty for now? I’m kinda on my boss' shit–list…”

“How bad did you fuck up?” he asked candidly.

“Not… that bad…” Essie tossed back, getting a chuckle from the fiend behind the bar.

“You know, every time I phrased it like that, I usually really fucked somehing up.” he admitted and Essie found herself sharing his smirk.

“Well it wasn’t really my job anyway. You’d think she’d give me credit for trying, y’know?”

“Helluva boss, huh?”

“A succuboss. Even has the mug… But enough about me. You’re new here right? I seem to remember this place had an imp barmaid who’d swear a blue streak every time anyone ordered a bottle she couldn’t reach without a stepladder…”

“Can’t say I met her. I’d just fallen a few blocks away from here, saw a help wanted sign and here I am. Name’s Mal...”

“Essie…” she said, reaching out to shake the barman’s hand. “So you’re fresh meat?” Essie asked, flashing her teeth in a canine grin. “If I’d known that, I’d have used the pick-up line. You know - did it hurt?”

“When I fell from Earth?” he asked and they shared a chuckle. “Glad you didn’t. Saves me the trouble of forgetting I heard it.”

“What kind of a name is ‘Mal’?”

“A new one. Once I got my bearings, realized what had happened and where I was I figured I’d start fresh. And since I got a demonic make-over I figured I’d go with a demonic name…”

“And Mal is your idea of a demon name?”

“No, Maladict was. But after a few hours spent here it sounded way too pretentious, so I shortened it.”

“Good choice. So how do you like your job?” she asked, getting a shrug that brought her attention to the fact that this guy had some nice, wide shoulders. Enough for her tail to give a few lazy wags.

“Well enough. Bar’s not that different from back here, and I spent enough time in them to be comfortable.”

“So is that why you’re here? An old barfly who over-pickled his liver?”

“Nah, not me. I lived fast and died young.”

“Mhhh. Well at least you’ve got your whole afterlife ahead of you.” she said, raising her glass in a toast before taking a sip. “But if you died young, how much time could you have spent in bars?”

“If you’ve got a fake ID and some luck you can get started before you’re 21. I think they let it slide since I didn’t do a lot of drinking. Those were all little gritty clubs and I was mostly there to listen to the bands. Still, I learned about the different kinds of hooch while I was at it.”

“Yeah, but you know that what you used to call ‘hooch’ up there is really just flavoring down here. Everything is blended with Beelzejuice to give it a kick, provided by queen Bee herself.”

“Yeah, I’ve caught a few of her videos.” he said, pointing to a VoxTech brand TV hanging on the wall to the left. “Not my kind of music, but I gotta admit she’s good. Great set of pipes, but I don’t understand how you can have four hands and not play an instrument…” he said, and Essie laughed along with him.

“Well she likes to party and you can’t really dance if you’re sitting behind a bunch of drums, can you?”

“Yeah, I heard she throws some sick parties at her place. You ever been?” he asked.

“No. I mean, not yet. I haven’t gotten an invite and it’s like… you have to know the right people and… ughhhh, those bitches in Gluttony are totally gatekeeping! But at least afterlife seems to be treating you fine…”

“Yeah, this is a pretty decent gig. Not always of course. Every now and again you get someone nursing one drink while bitching about their boss…” he said, and Essie smirked right back at him before tossing the rest of her drink down and gesturing with her eyes for a refill.

“Bitches, huh? They must bore you silly, chewing your ear off…” she mused, leaning forward and giving the guy a glimpse of her cleavage. When she caught him staring she smiled and hoisted herself up on the bar, planting her ass on the wood before swinging her legs over.

“Your drink’s served, you don’t really have to be back here…” he said as Essie dropped to her knees. The whole maneuver took a couple of seconds, and she doubted anyone saw her but didn’t really care if they did. “And you really shouldn’t be down there…” he remarked, but didn’t stop Essie from undoing his zipper.

“That’ll keep. Right now I want to see what you have on tap…” she said, smiling as she fished his cock out. He was only just plumping up so it took some work, but when she was done he proved worth the effort. “Still think I’m a boring bitch?” she asked sweetly, gripping and stroking Mal’s cock.

“I’m leaning more towards crazy bitch right now…” he said, and Essie had to admit he had some balls saying that to a hellhound who had her paw on his pride and joy and her teeth in easy reach. She reached out with her other paw, just to check. Yeah, definitely got some balls on him…

“I’ve got a reputation to think of, so try not to draw too much attention, okay? Just keep doing your job and I’ll do my thing down here. Fuck me, you’ve got a pretty decent piece. Did you upgrade after kicking the bucket?” she asked, stroking the now fully hard length of hot, throbbing sinner.

“I think a little. Haven’t had a chance to test it out yet…” he said, trying to sound nonchalant even as he grunted the words out.

“So you’re not just fresh meat - you’re cherry!” she said with a grin.

“Yeah and you… my, what big teeth you have…”

“I do have a dazzling smile, don’t I? Don’t worry newbie, I’m not gonna chew your bone off. Besides, that’s not all that’s long…” she said, pressing the tip of her tongue to the base of his cock and dragging the whole thing along the underside until she ended with a flick of his leaking tip.

“Yeah that… unghhh, fuck. Not that I’m complaining, but I still have to serve drinks…”

“Pour them out, slide them along the bar and get the money later. Never see a barman doing that?”

“Now that you mention, I did. Never occurred to me they were doing it because someone behind the bar was giving them head. But suppose I need to get one of the bottles behind me?”

“Use your tail, newbie! And quit talking to yourself, people are gonna think you’re weird…” she said rubbing her muzzle along the demonic erection and letting her whiskers tickle Mal’s cock.

Her victim was leaning over the bar and trying to look nonchalant and attentive. It’s going to be tricky if he gets a customer who actually wants to bend his ear, but that wasn’t Essie’s problem. In fact, the handful of sinner she was toying with was doing a good job of helping her forget her worries and her little misadventure in the mortal realm. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent. A familiar one, but she didn’t give that much thought. This whole situation was delightfully familiar, and he wasn’t her first sinner either.

She made a point of giving his cock a nice bath first, and a showy one at that. She fondled his sack and kept a grip on the base to keep him steady ads her tongue twisted around his lenght, his posture tense as he struggled to maintain appearances. Essie sure as hell wasn’t going to make that easy for him. To his credit he bit off his groan as she finally let the shiny, wet glans slip into her muzzle, moaning very softly as she slid her mouth down on Mal’s erection.

Her ears perked as one smooth plunge ended with her nosepad pressed against a small patch of snow-white pubes and his tip just barely poked the back of her throat. Not bad given her long canine muzzle. If she’d been an imp or a succubus, Mal’s cock would be bulging her throat.

The drawback of a canine muzzle was that it didn’t have actual lips that could wrap around a nice piece of sinner like this one, but a long muzzle housed a long tongue and that usually evened out the playing field. Essie pressed hers against the underside of Mal’s erection, catching him between the roof of her mouth and her big hellhound tongue as she suckled like a hungry puppy.

What started out as an idle distraction from her spat with her boss was now turning into quite an enthusiastic blowjob. It didn’t really matter to Essie that she’d just met the guy. Working around succubi and incubi tended to move the goalpost for what passes for slutty behavior. Besides, she wasn’t just blowing Mal, she was blowing off some steam.

Mal was either doing a good job of keeping a straight face, or Essie was doing a poor job of making him lose control. She upped the ante by fondling his sack as she put her tongue to work, making it twist around his cock like a snake on ecstasy. Her throat worked to swallow down what he was leaking into her maw, and the hefty balls in the palm of her paw suggested she’d be swallowing a lot more once she earned it.

Her keen ears meant that she could moan just loud enough for Mal to hear her, not to mention feel the vibrations through the length of hot, hard flesh buried in her muzzle. She felt her panties cling to her sex as she worked herself up enough to get wet, her head moving slowly at first but then with more enthusiasm as she really got into polishing this guy’s bone. The kind thing of course would be to just get him off as quick as possible, but she was a bitch, not a puppy. Every once in a while she’d let him slip out of her mouth and just tease him with her tongue. It was showy, but not enough to actually get him to blow.

But eventually her expertise and enthusiasm became too much for the newly-fallen sinner to stand, and when the sack in her paw pulled up she knew what to expect. Essie pulled back until the swelling glans was resting on her tongue as she slurped and suckled around it. Tasha loved facials and swore they kept her face youthful, but when your body is covered in fur rather than skin you learn not to let someone come on you unless you can shower before the cum dried. Mal couldn’t help but groan as he let loose in her muzzle, his warm spunk washing over her tongue and filling her mouth with the taste of a male before Essie swallowed the gooey torrent down. She nursed on him until he started going soft, at which point she gave the demonic dick a few parting licks before tucking it back in.

“Nice! And you managed to keep quiet…” she chirped, getting up and sliding back across the bar and her empty stool.

“Luckily no one wanted to order a drink…” the spent sinner gasped out. “So you really enjoyed that, huh?” He asked, pointing with his eyes at the little wet smear Essie had left while sliding her tush to the other side of the bar.

“Oh, did I make a mess? Here, lemme clean that up…” she said, grabbing a napkin off the bar and fishing around in her purse.

“I could always take my lunch break if you want any help with that…”

“Sweet of you to offer, but I’m loud when I cum, so everyone would know it wasn’t lunch you were eating…” she explained as she fished her eyeliner out of her purse, using it to write her phone number on the napkin. “Besides, it wouldn’t be responsible of you to leave the bar unattended. Just because I’m a fuck up at my job doesn’t mean everyone gets to be one…” she said, using the clean side of the napkin to wipe of the thin smear of bitch-honey before handing it to Mal.

“I didn’t think people still wrote down phone numbers these days…”

“A QR code with my contact info lacks a certain… personal touch…”

“Yeah, this is personal all right…” Mal said, taking a good long sniff of the damp napkin before pocketing it.

“Are you doing anything this Saturday?” Essie asked, taking a sip of her drink that was a touch too watery now that the ice had all but melted.

“I’ve got the early shift so my evening's open.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m taking you out. Give you a chance to pay me back…” she said, licking her chops. Fresh meat and quite a mouthful. Essie was going to show him a hell of a time…

*******

It took a few good loud honks to get Mal’s attention because the only way you could not see the car Essie was driving was if it was right behind you. His eyes went wide as he took in the convertible - neon green with hot pink highlights and zebra-print seats. The thing was obscene even before you opened the glove-box…

“Hey, Essie! Nice ride. Shame about the paint job…” he said, approaching the roadster as the hellhound driving it revved the engine.

“It’s kind of the company car…” she explained as her demon date hopped in. “I’m taking it back to my boss so we get to ride in style. We’ll need a taxi for the ride back, but we’ll probably be too shitfaced to drive anyway.” she said, hinting at the fact that they might be finishing the night off at her place. In case she got lucky, Essie had hidden those of her sex toys she didn’t want Mal to see, while leaving a few in plain view just so that he doesn't think she’s too vanilla.

“Your boss? This isn’t going to be some office party or team building crap, is it?”

“The vanity plates on this eyesore are ‘R1MJ0B’ and it has nothing to do with the size of the tires.” she explained, chuckling at Mal’s notion that she was taking someplace boring. “I told you my boss was a succubus, right? And one of the big ones. They throw these wild house-parties to let loose and show off. I think it’s kind of a clit-measuring contest for them, but it’s always wild.”

“So like… an orgy?” Mal asked, not sounding put-off by the idea.

“Sort of. An orgy’s all about sex, but this is like… 40% sex, 40% drinking and 20% dancing. Although when people are grinding against each other on a dance floor with drinks in their hands, it’s kind of a grey area.”

“Okay, so not teambuilding.”

“Oh, it totally is! For succubi and incubi, anyway…” she said, pulling into the driveway of a big and very noisy house. She saw Mal’s eyes go wide at the sight of Tasha’s swanky mansion and hoped he wouldn’t be let down if she decided to take him back to her rather… minimalist apartment. Maybe I’ll just keep his face in my cleavage the whole time…

“Wow, you look hot…” Mal said as she got out of the car and he really got a good look at her. Essie had chosen a dress that was two pieces of stretchy, silvery fabric covering her front and back and kept together by laces at the sides and wishful thinking. The skirt was short, the neckline nowhere near the neck and it showed a good amount of bare thigh, hip and side-boob.

“Thanks! And you look….hmmm, a little overdressed actually…” she said, critically examining her date. The torn jeans were good and the black leather vest with the steel studs, but the hellhound gripped his t-shirt and with a good tug ripped it clear off his body. “There, much better. You’ve got good abs, don’t hide those…” she said, quickly balling up the torn shirt and slipping it into her purse. If he didn’t feel up to following her home, at least she’d have something to sniff and cuddle while she took care of business.

“Feeling romantic tonight?” Mal asked as Essie slipped her arm around his and held him close against her.

“It’s for your safety. Don’t want anyone thinking you’re free-use…”

The noise hit them well before they stepped in, but once inside it hit harder. Essie wasn’t sure if those vocals were part of the track or if the DJ was getting lucky, but either way it worked. Essie walked arm in arm with her date and said a few hellos until a familiar voice cut through the both the music and the various noises the guests were making.

“Essie! There’s my bitch!” Tasha called out, beckoning the hellhound with a smile. She’d either gotten over Essie’s mistake or had drunk enough to temporarily forget she was angry at her. The succubus was wearing nothing but two feather boas - one around her neck with the ends just barely covering her mauve tits and the other belted around her waspish waist with the fronds obscuring her crotch. Both boas were the same cadmium-yellow as her hair and the ‘outfit’ looked tickly as fuck. But Tasha was always willing to endure a lot to make a fashion statement. She also had an interesting accessory in the form of a leashed and muzzled minotaur following close behind her.

“Did you bring my ride over?”

“Yeah. The mechanic aligned your wheels and gave it a lube-job…”

“Good! You can never have too much lube… And what did the bitch drag in?” she asked, cocking her flared hips and eyeing Mal up and down. “He’s cute! I invited some very promising young men here tonight so that you could finally get some action, but it seems like you beat me to it…”

“I’m sure they won’t go to waste…” Essie remarked, holding Mal just a little closer as Tasha sized him up as only a succubus can.

“Does he speak?” Tasha asked.

“When given half a chance to. I’m Mal.”

“Tasha…” the succubus said, holding out an imposingly manicured hand that Mal chose to shake rather than kiss. “Hmmm, so he knows ‘speak’, and ‘shake’. I suppose it’s a little too early in the evening for ‘roll over’ and ‘beg’... Oh, but I’m being a poor hostess. Come on, let’s have some refreshments…”

“I’ve heard of body-sushi but the servers aren’t usually tied down.” he said, examining the pink and violet bodies strapped down to the tables, and the ball-gags and blindfolds on their faces.

“A necessity. Incubi and succubi can’t just lie still at a party like this. But these lazy boys and girls missed their quota this month, so they’re in time-out. Oh, except for Lance! He’s just too popular for me not to make him… available…” Tasha said, running a manicured hand down the hairless chest of a lithe incubus whose sizable erection already had lipstick rings in several shades around the base. “So help yourselves to anything that looks tasty…”

“Well I’m not hungry yet but…” Essie said, bending over a succubus with firm tits, a narrow waist and about fifty lines of white powder drawn on her pink body. The bound girl giggled into her ballgag and squirmed against her restraints as the hellhound dragged a nostril and several tickling whiskers across bare skin. While she rubbed away traces of white powder from her black nosepad Tasha followed suit and both of the women looked at him expectantly.

“Wow, starting in high gear huh?” Mal asked. It took Tasha a few seconds to get a clue, but when she did her smile was like something out of Jaws.

“Awwww, he’s fresh meat isn’t he? Someone still thinks he’s in a frail mortal body? Don’t worry tiger, you’re a demon now. One line of coke down here is like one can of energy drink up in Mortalsville…”

“I think I’d rather start with a shot…” Mal said.

“By all means. Let me pour you a double…” she said, smiling as she tipped the bottle until there was coppery hooch pooled in the belly-button of the bound succubus. “You want ice?” she asked.

“Nah, I’ll have it straight…” Mal said after the gagged girl frantically shook her head at him. Even so she shrieked into her gag as his slurping tickled her.

“So who’s your… date?” Essie asked after the perfectly trim tummy of the bound succubus was once again dry.

“Oh this?” Tasha said, casually glancing at the hulking minotaur crawling behind her on all fours, with a chain leading from his nose-ring to a piercing on the succubus’ tail-spade. “I just found him and figured I’d give him a chance. If he plays nice, later tonight I’m gonna grab the bull by the horns and ride him like it’s a rodeo in Wrath.” she explained, then pouted when violent guitar riffs began to blare from the speakers and the guests started throwing up horns. “Uhhh, I forgot I left this in my playlist…”

“Not your kind of music?” Mal asked as the singer began to growl out the lyrics.

“It is, but this is an Earth band I’d had very big hopes for and that due to tragic circumstances is likely never really going to make it.” she said, giving Essie a look that said that she hadn't in fact forgotten her fumble. “But enough about work. You two have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and try to do at least some of the things I would do…” She said, leading away her bull.

“So, you like this kind of music?” Essie asked, noticing that Mal seemed to be enjoying the song and the sight of demonic bodies thrashing around to the rhythm.

“I should - I wrote this one. That’s me on base…” he said, and to her credit Essie managed to keep her face completely frozen as she connected the dots.

I thought he smelled familiar! Stupid bitch trusting her stupid eyes instead of her nose!

“R-really?” she asked, trying to look politely interested in what Mal had to say and not like the person who murdered him.

“Yeah, this is… or was my band - Werejackal. Fuck I hadn’t really thought about what they would do without me. I like the idea of them keeping the band going, but back when I was in rehab they were more or less sitting on their asses waiting for me to get back. Your boss might be right…”

“Probably best not to dwell on it…” Essie said sagely and as casually as she could manage, since she desperately wanted to get Mal’s thoughts off this particular track. “What was it you said when I first met you? You were starting fresh - new name, new body…” she mused, running a paw down his bare chest, then his abs. By the time she reached his crotch they were kissing, his back pressed against a nearby wall so they didn't block access to the refreshments. Essie kept him lip-locked while the aggressive riffs and growly vocals of the Werejackal song gave way to a bouncier track that soon got the party-goers bouncing.

“So… this is your work crowd, huh?” he asked.

“Well they aren’t all co-workers. Some are plus ones, plus twos.. and the hired help, of course…” Essie said, catching sight of one imp server. He was trying to hold a tray of jello-shots steady while sandwiched between the crotches of two succubi who were so focused on making out that they might have forgotten about him.

“So here’s where I politely ask about the work you… uhhhh, ‘do’...”

“Oh, me? I fuck the really kinky bastards - the kind who are into fur and claws and stuff…”

“Ahhh, well I guess that’s…”

“I’m kidding! Fuck, how freaky do you think Hell is? I’m part security but also… intel, I guess? When someone hires a hellhound they hire claws, jaws and a super-sensitive nose. When you got someone that versatile on the payroll you don’t put them behind a desk and have them answer the phone. Now come on, I wanna show you off…”

“You mean show me around?”

“That too…”

All in all she figured it was a success - she kept him distracted with dancing, snacking and drinking off naked sluts and himbos and enough groping and kissing to keep him from dredging up memories of his previous life. He got to see the glitzier side of hell, and how some of its more depraved denizens chose to relax. Watching succubi pole-dance actually left him breathless, especially since he’d only ever seen women dance around poles standing vertical. Gazing at the lithe bodies spinning and twisting around poles placed across the ceiling had been an eye-opener. Essie agreed that it’s probably something you can only do safely if you have a tail, since the worst that could happen was for a succubus to wind up hanging upside-down like a big-tittied possum until somebody got her down.

He seemed like he was having a good time, and thinking about his old life or how it had ended. For her part, Essie was enjoying the fact that he was staying close by her side as slut after nubile slut tried to flirt him away from her.And she knew it was a success when he joined her in the cab headed for her humble abode. The imp behind the wheel drove like crazy as they made out behind him, figuring that every minute the two spent back there increased the odds that he’d have to hose down the backseat after they left.

When they got into the elevator it had been a close thing - he’d pressed her against a wall, she hooked a leg behind his and had stopped herself just short of reaching for his fly and fishing his erection out. After her door was unlocked she didn’t give him a tour and just dragged him to her bedroom. Hands and paws quickly got to work, as he pushed her dress down her until it was bunched around her hindpaws and she worked his belt and jeans loose. They didn’t bother with her collar or the studded straps around Mal’s wrists either due to lack of patience or stylistic reasons.

He held her tight against him as he kissed her, and Essie for her part allowed herself to be kissed. Having a muzzle rather than a mouth meant she had the bigger tongue by far, so it wasn’t really a fair fight if she went all in. That would come into play when she wanted to play Bad Bitch, but right now being a Dirty Little Bitch In Heat felt a lot more enticing. She eventually broke the kiss by gripping Mal’s horns and pushing his face down, growling low and long as he found a stiff canine nipple after briefly nuzzling her chest floof. Hands, lips and just a hint of teeth did their magic as she pushed her firm tits against his face.

Eventually she used her grip to guide him lower down across the patch of white fur covering her belly and beyond. Mal knelt and slid his hands to sleek the fur of her lower back resting them on her bare ass once she had her mound against his mouth. She didn’t really need any attention down there, not after a night of making out, groping and grinding her demonic date. But it was the principle of the thing. She wanted him to form good habits, and he did kinda still owe her from the first time they met. Not to mention that the bitch inside her really wanted to mark that handsome face with her scent.

Mal was managing to do a pretty good job on her with that short tongue and the fact that she was humping his face at this point wasn’t making things easy Even his hands on her ass couldn’t keep her still as she ground her canine muff against him, letting him get her close before yanking on his horns and pulling away.

“I thought you wanted me to… ohh…” Mal began but stopped short when Essie bent over with her chest resting on the bed, her legs parted and her tail hiked up.

“In case I’m being too subtle, this is hellhound for ‘Grab my tail and fuck me stupid!’” she explained.

“You don’t need to ask twice…” he said, his eyes as glazed as his face as he stepped up behind her.

He gripped her tail (a little too gently for Essie’s preference, but they’d work on that later) and guided his tip to the dripping puppy-pussy under it. Something between a growl and a whine left the hellhound’s muzzle as she felt the heat of flesh on flesh, the electric contact as Mal’s glans parted her labia and slipped into the snug, slick passage her folds were hiding. One steady thrust - not a jab but not a gentle one either. Deep too, and unless Essie was mistaken, Mal’s new demonic endowment was about an inch longer than he’d been while mortal. Her judgment was impaired by the fact that she came right then and there, so primed by a night of groping and the interrupted oral session that the feeling of his head spreading her was enough.

“Fuck, did you just…”

“Y-yes! Now fuck me… don’t stop until I howl…” she growled even as she came, and the sensation of Mal pulling out while her pussy was pulsing around him was sublime.

His thrust, on the other hand, was strong enough to knock her face-first into her crumpled sheets, and Essie suspected that it was only Mal’s grip on her tail that kept her from getting pushed all the way onto her bed. He was definitely a little longer since his cock was now jabbing at that spot deep inside her that he’d only just tickled back on Earth. He kept a grip on her tail and laid his other hand on her hip, doing his best to fuck her while her pussy was randomly clenching as she rode out her orgasm while he rode her. Even though her orgasm had been a quick one it was still enough to leave her sensitive, and getting fucked by a nice thick piece of sinner felt so intense she was biting back the urge to growl.

Not being able to see him was a drawback, especially since he looked much cuter as a demon, but the bitch inside her insisted this was the right way to do it - face down, ass up, the boy behind her pulling her tail as he humped her with enough leverage to really get in deep and hard. Every now and again she would wriggle a little, letting Mal know that the tail-grab thing wasn’t just for show. A literal bitch from hell doesn’t take a fucking like this from someone she doesn’t instinctively respect, and a good mating hold went a long way in instilling respect.

Then again, there was something to be said for a hard, slick cock pumping her slit and the sensation of a heavy sack slapping against her soaked pubic tuft. Tongue out, ears folded, Essie let herself enjoy the intense stimulation of nerve endings that were primed after her sudden climax.

Even her charcoal-black coat couldn’t muffle the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and she knew that if she hadn't groomed before the party the fur would literally be flying now. She could hear Mal grunting with exertion and knew that he was fighting his own body as the slippery bitch-slit he was pumping was doing everything it could to push him over. It wouldn’t last long but it didn’t need to. The night was young, there was plenty of time for lazy lovemaking a little later on, but this was all about the intensity of this wild rut holding them both.

As her fur got soaked and matted to her skin there was nothing fluffy enough left to muffle the impact of their bodies, and thus obscene sounds joined the obscene smells. Mal didn’t have her nose but she was sure even he could catch the mixed miasma of two people in their sexual prime pushing their bodies to their limits. He did have a view though, something better than hands grabbing fistfuls of sheets.

He’d have to keep a grip on himself while keeping one on her, a grip that meant that both her stuffed slit and the pristine pink pucker above it were fully exposed. The way his fingers were digging into her left cheek suggested that the sight of her fluffy ass was a feast for the eyes, as was the lewd arch of her back as she kept her rear presented for her mate. His balls were smacking against her clit every time he thrust in, the blunt tip of his cock hitting bottom every time and hitting it hard enough for her toes to curl.

Every now and again she’d test Mal by trying to push her as back a little, but he seemed to know the game she was playing. A good firm pull on her tail would get her back in line, followed by either a series of jack-rabbit humps, or a few long, slow-pull outs that would end with sharp plunges that would make Essie yip. She couldn’t help but wonder if Tasha had taught him all this stuff or if he was just a natural.

She knew he was close when the hand gripping her ass slipped around her waist and between her legs. Demonic fingers found her clit and began tweaking the velvety hood partially hiding the little wet pearl. She glanced over one shoulder and saw his smooth maroon skin shining under a thin layer of sweat, his muscles drawn out quite nicely under it. There was something obscene about how naked you got when you didn’t have fur. Even Mal’s stark white hair was damp and hanging limp from his head, exposing his horns as he grit his sharp demonic teeth. Essie’s abs were starting to flex with every exhale, her hackles rising as she fought her own body’s needs for as long as she could. as a final ‘fuck you’ to her neighbors, she used what breath she had left and went ‘Awwoooo!’ as she came, her bitch-pussy clenching around Mal had enough to make him groan.

It was worth the wait, worth holding back what her body was demanding. He was still fucking her with everything he had because even though her pussy was clenching, she was too slick for her canine love-tunnel to have any grip. It just meant that every thrust and pull felt more intense as the almost violent rutting wiped what little sense she had from her mind. Her head was resting on the mattress, her tongue lolling as drool soaked into the sheets, and an even bigger mess into the carpet under her.

His thrusts shortened into shallow pistoning, and Essie’s sex was still pulsing around him when he began to shoot his load into the hellhound’s honeypot. He thrust every time his cock flexed, jabbing his tip against her cervix just as it sent a rope of demonic cum deep into her. He couldn’t breed her, but her body didn’t know and it relished the sweet, sticky mess that was being churned out as fat as it was being pumped in. Mal was easing off, pumping her until he grew too soft and pulled out, releasing her tail and no doubt admiring his handiwork. Essie crawled into bed and pulled the unresisting sinner in along with her.

“Fuck… smells like wet dog in here…” Mal gasped, staring at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling even when a slinky furry form rolled over and came to rest on top of it.

“Heh, and whose fault is that?” she asked, getting comfy against him like a Wrathian rattlesnake coiling up on a hot rock. “Got anyplace you have to be?”

“What, you kicking me out?” he asked, pulling her scrunchie off and shaking her black mane loose.

“Oh, you're not going anywhere. Just seemed like the polite thing to ask…” she asked, throwing one leg out so that her thigh was across his crotch, so that once he got hard again, she’d know right away…

*******

“So… you don’t miss the knot?”

“Mhhhmmh?” Essie asked, committing the sin of speaking with her mouth full. Very full.

“You know – like a male hellhound would be sporting?” Mal asked in between licks.

“I’m not wagging this tail to keep away the flies…” Essie said, letting the saliva-slicked length fall from her muzzle as she appreciated the sight of it. She could tell that the demon pinned under her was doing the same by the fact that his face wasn’t buried in her puppy-pussy. But he was kneading her ass while he savored the sight of it, so she was in no rush to thrust it back against his face. “So how does a guy this hung wind up thinking he can’t scratch a bitch’s itch?” she said, giving his demonic length a few good pumps.

“I never said that. You cum hard and make sure I know it, but I was just wondering if it makes a difference…”

“It’s got pros and cons. Getting tied… It’s pretty intense. The stretching, the fulness, a big lump throbbing right against my g-spot…” she mused while stroking and licking Mal’s shaft. The sinner went back to what he was doing, but she got the impression that he was listening attentively. “But other than a little tugging and grinding it stops things completely. A knot also takes a while to go down. If you’re into the other person - that’s great because you can just cuddle up. Otherwise you better hope you left your phones within reach or you get bored silly.” She said, playing with the heavy looking sack while rubbing the demonic erection against her face.

“And the regular model?”

“What, this ol’ thing?” she asked, giving the leaking glans a quick lick. “This thing keeps moving. That’s a whole other kind of intense. No knot to force the cum into the bitch, so it just gets churned out. Fuck, that sound is just… depraved!”

“Seriously?”

“Well you need my ears to really appreciate it…” she said, and figuring she’d said enough she parted her lips and let Mal’s shaft slide into her muzzle again.

He took the hint and dove back in and Essie’s keep ears heard the little wet sound as his thumbs spread her petals open. She arched her back and let him get in deep as she moaned happily around his erection, toying with his heavy balls and doing everything she could to lighten the load. They were at her place again which suited her just fine. She liked Mal, and having him around meant that his scent lingered, making sure she didn’t feel lonely when he wasn’t spending the night.

He was giving her muff a nice, lazy licking but she was going all in on the demonic cock filling her mouth. She had her tits pressed flat against his hard abs and was bobbing her head as her long canine tongue did its magic. She did like oral, but that wasn’t why she called him over. She really wanted this hard piece of dinner where Mal’s tongue was right now, but she wanted to ride him long and hard. The best way to do that in her opinion was by getting the boy to blow his first nut down her throat, even though Tasha swore by cock-rings.

Her hard work got results and when she felt the maroon length throb she pulled back and swirled her tongue around his tip. The sack in her paw began to twitch and her tail wagged above the groaning male’s head as she drank down every drop that he sprayed in her mouth. She took him deep one final time, working her tongue and ensuring that by the time he popped from her muzzle the softening cock was perfectly clean. Mal would take a few minutes go get back up, and she knew how she wanted to spend the time.

With a twist and a twirls Essie wound up straddling Mal’s head and looking down into the sinner’s solid-red eyes. A bit hard to read, but a nice match for her own. She grabbed the convenient horns and gave him a nice toothy smile as she pulled his head up against her crotch. Mal didn’t mind, and a second later he had his hand on her ass, pressing her even tighter as he worked his tongue deep.

“You know, the longer you take to get hard, the more you’ll smell like a horny bitch by the time we’re done…”

“You know, I do occasionally wash my face…” he said, giving her clit a kiss and sucking on it just hard enough to make Essie yip.

“Yeah, and unless you do it twenty times in a row or use industrial solvent, you aren’t gonna fool a hellhound. Every one of them will know that some bitch marked you…”

“So they’ll respect that and leave me be?” Mal asked, his words a little muffled since her was practically speaking into her pussy at this point.

“Nah, no honor among bitches. Half of them are gonna wanna find out what you’ve got that could please a girl like me.” She said, and Mal took the opportunity to push that very thing into her as he licked at the slick walls of her canine cunny. “Mhhh, you know I never really noticed before, but you’ve got a really nice rack.”

“Thanks. Yours isn’t too shabby either…” Mal mumbled into her muff as she ran her paws along the ivory-like protrusions crowning his skull.

“Attractive and… what’s the word? Ergonomic?” she cooed, getting a good grip and using them as leverage.

She smiled as only a hellhound can as she pushed the sinner’s face against her crotch, her back arching and bending as she ground her mound against his lips. He knew what he was doing and she could have just sat on his face and let him work, but the idea of riding the maroon mouth was just a little too enticing to pass up. Mal’s solid-red eyes had no pupils so she couldn’t tell when he rolled them, but the sinner trapped under her went with the flow.

His hands were still cupping her ass, no doubt enjoying the way her cheeks tensed as she humped his face. He couldn’t delve deep with his tongue now, but he was doing his best to lick, kiss and suckle on whatever she could while Essie polished his face while keeping a good firm grip on those convenient horns. She was really getting into her ride and almost missed the thumb sneaking along the curve of her ass and under her tail until she felt a tickle against the bare skin of her pucker.

She growled playfully and smiled down at the demonic face peering from between her legs, grinding her slick sex against her lover and making it clear she wasn’t the kind of girl who gets flustered when someone or something pokes under her tail. For his part, Mal just seemed happy to tease her rosebud, ether by rubbing along the rim where pink skin gave way to white fluff or by booping the very center of her pucker. She in turn was taking great care to boop his nose with her clit as she glazed his face.

Eventually the novelty of the rise wore off and she was horny enough to want to actually cum. She kept a grip on Mal but she parked her crotch on his mouth and sat still like a good girl, letting him do what he was quite good at. The pressure on her pucker vanished as the demon under her cupped her ass and held her steady as he pushed his tongue in, mashing his lips against hers as he went all in. Essie bit her lip as her nipples hot hard enough for her to feel them jutting from her firm, fluffy tits. Pupils or no she could tell Mal was staring up at them and almost envied him the view. Under her fur her knuckles went white as she gripped his horns hard, her thighs trembling against the sinner-boy’s cheeks as her tail poofed up. She growled and yipped through her climax, savoring the pleasure she knew wouldn’t sate her needs. This was just an appetizer, after all. Mal did a good job of slurping down the mess she made as she came, not that there was any reason to since his face was already dripping wet.

“Damn… you’re good. Take it from someone who’s had succubi faces between her legs.”

“You mean… you and Tasha?”

“Nah, but she does send me an occasional intern. Kind of a peer review thing.” she said. Now that she thought of it, Mal probably learned most of what he’d done to her while pushing his once mortal face between her boss’ legs. But Tasha only had Roy, and as far as Essie was concerned Mal was an upgrade. And the hellhound was even now shimmying back towards one of the upgraded features. She kept her eyes on his as she left a wet trail by dragging her still quivering slit down his smooth-skinned body and wasn’t surprised when something hard yet spongy poked against one of her cheeks.

She teased him a little by just running her sex back and forth along the length of his shaft, but didn’t have the heart or the patience to really tease him. She raised her hips and brought her paw down, giving the rosy erection a gentle stroke as she angled it up. With her legs parted her folds were open and even with the rounded glans it was easy to get his tip where she wanted it. A tongue was great the way it could worm around in a girl’s honeypot – twisting and bending as it made mischief. But as she sank down on Mal she was reminded of what a thrill it was to take a cock in there – the thrill of something living yet rigid pushing in. It was unyielding, forcing her puppy-pussy to stretch, to straighten out and to wrap around it.

They’d been fucking long enough for her to fit him like a glove but it still made her tail shudder to feel him going deeper and deeper. She swung her hips from side to side as she slid down, her slick and well tongue sex welcoming him in even though her nerve endings were still on fire after her orgasm. She moaned and arched her back when she was finally sitting in his lap, his length filling her just a little bit past the point of comfort. As far as Essie was concerned, that was perfect. Comfort was for cuddling – fucking needed to be intense.

“Fuck… you almost drowned me, but it was worth it just for this…” Mal groaned, laying his hands on her hips and letting his thumbs rub the sides of her flat tummy.

“You should come up with some interesting stuff to say. Then I might hesitate muffling you with my muff. Then again, it would have to be really interesting…” Essie murred out, swiveling a little as she savored just the sensation of being full.

“Makes sense. If my mind was made for something other than eating out horny bitches, I would have been a singer. Instead I made my way in life with my nimble fingers…” he said, moving one hand and rubbing the hood just above her clit in a way that had Essie clamping down on him.

“Lucky for you, I’m not the kind of girl you need to serenade.” she said, gyrating on top of him as she prepared for her ride. She was also trying to distract Mal. His ‘starting a new life’ attitude was something she really liked about him, especially since things could turn sour if he remembered how his last life ended.

“Just give the dog her bone, huh?”

“Well, I like ear scratchies every now and again, but for-nghh!-now… yeah, let’s try the bone thing…” she said, shifting a little in preparation for a serious ride.

She pulled her hips up and saw his eyes dart down to where her pink labia were clinging to every rosy inch sliding free of her sex. With only a few inches of him still inside her she let herself slide down, angling her hips to get his tip to graze just the right spot inside her. Her ears twirled as they caught the little wet noises of the slow, long thrusts, and even the silken sound of her folds rubbing along the glistening length of demon-dick.

Mal’s hands were on her hips, but he was letting her run the show. Her own hands were resting on his chest - maroon skin stretched across muscle. Back on earth his chest and arms had been a gallery of tattoos, but those didn’t transfer over. She didn’t know if he was going to get his demonic body inked, but until then she was happy to provide him with little scratches and bite-marks as temporary decoration.

Her motion became smoother, more undulating butt still long and deep even as she picked up speed. Her tail waged behind her, stirring the air and throwing their combined scent around like clouds of incense. She savored the feel of him, the movement that was so deliciously distinct during this slow, lazy part of her ride. The feel of him pulling out which was somewhere between relief and disappointment, and the toe-curling thrill of taking him back in and feeling that blunt tip bottom out inside her.

She wasn’t just bouncing on him – her whole body was involved in this, from the wagging tail to the flexing back and the chest she pushed out every time she slid off. She could see the effect she was having on him, from the way his fingers gripped her just a little harder when she slid down, to the way his abs flexed and tensed.

The long slow strokes blended seamlessly into something else as need to feel every inch of him as he went in and out was replaced by the need for something more intense. Her strokes were still long but her movements were simpler now as she rode his cock, gasping as the silken friction stirred something deep inside her. The heat, the impact of flesh on flesh and the subtle strain of muscle that hinted at serious exertion hidden behind the shroud of pleasure.

She gave him a crooked grin as she took her hands off her hips and grasped his wrists. She leaned back until their arms grew taut and her strokes grew short, keeping most of his cock where she needed it as she thrust her hips at him. Less than a minute in and Mal started meeting her half-way, thrusting up when her sex slid down on his cock. The fur between her legs was soaked and plastered to her skin, leaving nothing to hide the slap of skin on skin. The obscene sounds were joined by Mal’s grunts and a happy-sounding mix of yips, gasps and whines coming from her muzzle. She threw her head back and just savored their bodies smacking together, her tits bouncing and shaking on her chest as the impact of Mal’s crotch against hers sent a delicious heat spreading out through her body. The actual peak was still far away and they would be spent by the time they reached it, but the mounting need was a thing of beauty in of itself.

“What? Did I bend it too far or something?” Essie asked when the look of rapture on Mal’s demonic face was replaced by one of mild distress.

“No I… I think I got some weird kind of déjà vu …” he murmured as Essie leaned forward, once again resting her paws on his chest.

“You mean you fucked so many hellhound bitches that we’re all starting to blur together?” she said with a grunt, gyrating her hips and trying to get 100% of Mal’s attention.

“Nah, you’re -mngh!- the only one that… fuck, there it goes again!” he insisted.

“Don’t try to use your brain, it doesn't have enough blood to work right.” she said, picking up her pace and trying to get Mal to think with his other head. She didn’t like the odds of him connecting the dots. It hadn’t surprised Essie that he hadn’t recognized her when they met since he only got one glimpse of her face, and that had been through a filter of hard drugs and terror.

“You’re probably right…” he said, sliding his hands from her hips up her sides.

When he reached her tits, Essie leaned forward a little enough to let him give her puppies a few good gropes. Her girls seemed to be doing the job of keeping his mind clear of distressing thoughts, and her wagging tail made it clear that she was enjoying having her breasts squeezed and her nipples played with. Fuck, those solid-red eyes were hard to read.

They were pointed at her breasts, and he was definitely enjoying playing around in them, but what was going on deeper in his head? She wanted to avoid triggering his memory of his last minute on Earth, but not enough to stop fucking him like she’d been doing that night. The best she could do was to try and make things a little… different. Ughhh, this is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you… she thought to herself as she lifted her hips far enough for Mal’s wet erection to slip out.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Well if we’ve been doing the same thing over and over so much that you’re getting déjà vu, I figured we might change things up a little…” she said, angling his cock up once again, but moving her hips forward.

He was soaking wet, which was good. And it’s not like she was a virgin back there. Working around succubi and incubi meant slowly losing every virginity you can imagine, and then about a dozen you never knew existed. She liked taking a guy under her tail, provided he was special enough to deserve it, but she also liked to get a lot of tender love and care back there before the main event. But even if she could get a grip on her own libido she couldn’t stop fucking Mal right now, but she also needed something to distract him.

She took a deep breath when she felt the wet tip kiss her pucker, her rosebud clenching on reflex before another deep breath relaxed it. She thought wistfully of Tasha’s ‘studio’ which had a whole vending machine that sold nothing but lube. She pushed back carefully, feeling Mal’s cock bend just a little as the pressure grew against her little pink ring. The canine pucker dimpled in before stretching, the hot wet flesh spreading her open very, very slowly. Her whiskers twitched as she fought back the urge to snarl as her ring was spread open, discomfort reaching the point of pain just before the tip sank in and her tail shook.

Essie heaved a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, fighting the way her body was instinctively clenching down, knowing that things would go a lot more smoothly once she got that in check. Breathing helped, and once her pucker grew slack she pushed her ass back. A little slower than she was used to, but usually when she did this for a guy she was already fingered and as slippery as a bitch could get back there by the time he slid in.

But Mal’s cock wasn’t exactly dry, and as long as she relaxed and kept in control of her breathing taking him under her tail didn’t hurt. And by the time her rump was planted on his lap, even the discomfort was fading, replaced by a throb that hinted at soreness to come later and her demonic lover’s heartbeat thumping inside her.

“Fuck, that’s… you okay?” Mal asked, but his own chest was rising and falling as much as Essie’s as they both just took a minute to recover.

“Yeah. But ask me again in the morning…”

“It’s not my birthday, is it?” Mal asked, reaching out to idly play with the hellhound’s lonely-looking slit.

“Nah, this –ngghhg!- this is the infernal remedy for déjà vu…” Essie groaned, wriggling a little as she let her body relaxed enough for her to start actually bouncing. “She’s kinda disappointed though, so if you wanna make it up to her…” she said, pointing at her glistening pussy.

Mal was actually big enough and deep enough to make her folds part a little, and he didn’t need to be told twice. Two fingers slipped in easily, even though they felt thicker with his cock stuffed under her tail. But he knew what he was doing and who he was doing it to. He’d worked out all her sweet-spots and had those long, limber strumming-fingers to reach them all. His touch was enough to make her grind and swivel in his lap, and the tightness of her tail-hole was making him leak inside her. Not quite as good as lube, but as she moved more and more she could feel things were getting slick enough back there.

After a brief rest she felt relaxed enough to start moving. Essie liked anal, and as she slowly started lifting and lowering her fluffy butt on Mal’s cock she realized she’d love it even without conventional lube. Most of the sensation came from the pink ring no doubt stretched so much that it was only a faint pink line around the maroon cock stuffed under her tail. and stuffed deep. There was something intense about feeling a guy re-arrange her insides until her ass became as receptive to a nice fucking as her pussy.

And even if Mal didn’t have his talented fingers in her honeypot, there was that weird sensation of the cock up her ass making her walls rub together. Subtle but really kinky - like her cunny was trying to masturbate itself. A moot point when she had him probing around in her, but having her rump stuffed meant she was deliciously snug and two fingers felt pretty intense. She leaned forward a little, preferring a back-and forth motion for this rather than up and down. Mal reached out with his free hand and cupped her breast, leaving the other to bounce free as she pushed her ass back, taking him deep before sliding off again.

Every once in a while she looked into his eyes, trying to read the solid-red color for some hint of what was going on behind them. He looked like he was with her, right here savoring the moment rather than taking a troubling trip down memory lane. Just to make sure every once in a while she clenched up, savoring both the girth spreading her ass and the groan this invariably drew from him. Apart from those clenches her movements were smooth now, her taut pucker polishing the length of sinner buried under her tail.

“Are you-ough!-ur fingers getting tired?” she asked.

“Not yet. Why?”

“‘Cause I was thinking you could stick something else up there…” she murmured with a sigh as she slid back and took him deep again.

“How long do you think my tongue is?” he said with a groan, getting himself a giggle in response.

“I was thinking about… this.” she said, reaching out and pulling up the slender length of his tail, running her thumb across the spade-shaped tip.

“Fuck, I keep forgetting I have that.” he said, watching intently as Essie brought the tip to her dripping sex, running it up and down before pushing the spade into her. “Feels… mnghhh… weird. Not as sensitive as a finger, but I can definitely tell it’s somewhere nice and warm…”

“...and wet. Now try moving it…” she said. She knew for a fact that succubi and incubi could do impressive things with their tails, but she wasn’t expecting much from someone who only had his for a month or so.

She kept a loose grip on the thin smooth skinned length as Mal concentrated and managed to get his tail wriggling. Her grip ensured it didn’t slip out of her, and even though it wasn’t thrusting it was wriggling around in there in a very novel way. She was careful to keep mal inside her as she went back to riding the cock throbbing under her tail. The hand that had been inside her joined the other one in groping her tits and Essie moaned as she felt her own wetness against the bare skin of a stiff nipple.

Her movements were smooth now, still slow but deep and intense even without the tail wriggling around in her pussy like a hooked eel. The tail sticking out between her lips was whip-thin but the spade-tip was nice and fat, and felt huge with Mal’s shaft sliding in and out of her tail-hole. His hands kneaded, his fingers tweaked and pinched her stiff nubs until Essie’s hiked tail was shuddering. If his cock had been in her pussy she’d probably be cumming now, but there was an advantage to having a guy between your cheeks.

All of the sensations were still there, all of the movements but… distant. It took a little more work and a lot more time to reach the finish line. The spade tip swirling around in her messy honey-pot was helping, as was the massage her tits were getting from the male she was riding. They were tireless, settled into a lazy but delightful rhythm punctuated by the occasional twitch of his cock or a clench of her pucker.

She didn’t even notice it tightening its grip until Mal groaned under her. He was close, and Essie wasn’t far off. The closer she got to climax the more her fluffy ass clenched, and soon it reached the point where she could barely slide back and forth on Mal’s glistening shaft. She felt his tail slow down inside her at the same time he began to throb, something that was impossible to miss with her rosebud stretched around him like a canine cork-ring. Even the sensation of him cumming up her ass was different and a little less distinct, but no less thrilling. Her paw snaked down her body and a touch of her clit proved enough.

She moaned as she came, the convulsions of her puppy-pussy pushing out Mal’s spade-shaped tip. Her ass was trying to do the same to his cock but with no luck since Essie was sitting on his lap, grinding her bouncy behind as the reflexive clenches only served to milk the demon holding onto her tits with no intention of letting go. She leaned forward, feeling his still hard cock shit in her cum-filled ass as their lips met. A symbolic kiss since they were both gasping for breath as she held him under her tail long after he finished cumming.

“You okay?” she asked, as worried as anyone could be after cumming as hard as she did. She slipped off his cock and the empty feeling only made her unease worse.

“It… it was you, wasn’t it? That night… the last night of my life…” he said, sitting up and staring at her as if he was hoping she’d prove him wrong.

“If it helps… I didn’t mean for things to end like that…” she said, but wasn’t sure it even registered.

“I… I saw you. I saw you... like this and I… I freaked out… I was on the balcony and…” he mumbled, going pale as he relieved the last few seconds of his mortal life. Pink was not a good color for him…

“Mal, I…” Essie began, wanting to say something to make him feel better but not having the faintest idea of what to say.

“When you walked into the bar, you just started talking, flirting like we were strangers, and all the while…”

“I didn’t know it was you until Tasha’s party, and by then I’d actually gotten to like you too much to bring it up and ruin everything. And it was you who gave me a different name…”

“I wasn’t exactly trying to lie to you when I did.”

“No, it actually made sense! You mortals have no idea how lucky you are! When you die you get to start another life! The whole thing all over again, you get a fucking do-over. We hellborn have no fucking idea what happens to us when we die, but nobody’s ever even heard of double-hell, so read from that what you will…” she growled out, and when Mal failed to add anything she ranted on.

“And the moment you drop, you have this whole “Oh no, I’m in Hell!” sob-story going on. And yeah - it sucks. It’s literal fucking Hell. But you wind up here because you fucked shit up back in the mortal words, so don’t expect a lot of sympathy from us who did nothing to end up in Hell other than being born here.” she said, her tail lashing behind her as she stalked back and forth, unloading more than she knew she was lugging around.

“And you know what - your attitude of picking a new name and starting over… that actually made fucking sense! Because all of the sinners who fall wind up carrying their mortal baggage along. You know there’s an imp in the city who started a pretty thriving business based on settling your fucking scores back in the mortal world?”

“Is that what you were doing up there? Someone in hell took out a hit on me?”

“No! I was doing Tasha’s job because she got sick. You knew her as Joan – Werejackal was her pet-project. I was supposed to… corrupt you. So that you’d wind up here someday.”

“Corrupt me… fuck, that figures. I get packed away to rehab, finally start getting my shit together, then you show up, get me high for the first time in months. Enough for me to freak out and fall… literally and figuratively. You don’t think I have reason to be upset about that?”

“It’s nothing personal, just work. Fuck, not even my job…” she said, but his accusation had taken a bit of wind out of her sails. Apparently dying sucked even when you didn’t stay dead…

“Kind of a fucked-up line of work to be in…”

“What do you expect? Hell’s a fucked-up place and it’s the only home I’ve ever known.” she said, but since Mal was getting dressed she guessed he didn’t think it was a good excuse.

“Yeah. Should be big enough for the two of us to steer clear of each other…”he said, and at that Essie turned her back to him.

“Fine. You know where the door is…” she said in a cold tone, and the sound of a door opening and almost slamming shut confirmed that - yeah, he did know.

Essie just sat on her bed in silence, not actually waiting and hoping Mal would come back, but also not having anything better to do. As minutes ticked by she realized solitude and silence weren’t helping, and she thought for a moment about going to the nearest bar to have a few drinks in a place that didn’t smell like a happy couple. Yeah? You did that last time you hit a bump in the road, and look where it got you… she thought, and compromised by just reaching for the nearest bottle.

*******

“You got a… minute?” Essie had been thinking about what she was gonna say when she showed up at her boss’ door, but her brain was too well marinated to come up with anything better.

“Essie? Why are you… holy shit - you’re wasted!” Tasha gasped in surprise, her fabulous face wrinkling as she caught her hellhound’s breath. Like a ventilation exhaust at a distillery…

“Yeah, figured it might be a nice change for me to show up at your door fucked up…” Essie replied, a subtle reminder for how often she’d made time for the succubus in a similar condition.

“Well come in and have a seat before you fall down. Let me just play the hostess for a moment and get us some refreshments…” she said, bending over to rummage around in her liquor cabinet, her skimpy robe riding up and proving to Essie that she really was drunk. She was seeing way too many butt-cheeks…

“Thanks, I’ll have a…” she began but Tasha plopped a can of energy drink in front of her while she took a bottle and a single glass for herself. “Seriously?”

“Mmm-hmm. If you start sobering up and I start getting drunk we’re gonna meet each other half-way. So you gonna tell me why you’re showing up here with your tail between your legs? Last time I saw you that fluffy fucker was high and wagging…”

“You know that guy I’m with…”

“Mal, right? Yeah, he’s cute. If you’re done with him I wouldn’t mind taking your sloppy seconds…” she said with a succubus’ lack of subtlety before she downed her first shot.

“Yeah, well it turns out I’ve been having yours. He’s Mal née Roy. Roy… Wallace…” she murmured, watching Tasha’s eyes go wide before the silence hanging between them erupted in laughter. The laughter of a succubus, like any part of her, was meant to arouse and seduce. Either as a party-girl giggle or the bemused chuckle of a dominatrix. This was different - shrieking, gasping laughter that had Tasha’s tits threatening to bounce out of her silky robe with every ragged breath as she clutched her sides.

“I am so glad I can still bring joy into the lives of others…” Essie bemoaned, ears flat against her head as her boss recovered.

“Oh…my…Satan! This is classic! Like when you hear some guy hooked up with a slut at a party then in the morning they realize she’s actually his long-dead grandma!” Tasha gasped out, wiping tears and runny mascara.

“Yeah, that’s funny when it happens to sinners! It’s not supposed to happen to locals…” she said, opening her can and taking a hopefully sobering sip.

“Wait, so he gave you a fake name?”

“No. He chose a new one when he fell…”

“Huh… well I guess it makes sense for them. They’re kinda starting a new life when they drop…”

“Yeah, I really don’t need any metaphysics right now…”

“But what about your nose? Don’t tell him you didn’t give him a sniff first…”

“I did! He shme-smelled… nice. And… kinda familiar. But I wasn’t on the clock and… and what are the odds?”

“And when did you realize who he was?”

“At your party. A song by Werejackal came on and he… kinda let it slip.” she murmured into her can as she took another sip.

“That was weeks ago. I figure since you two were all lovey-dovey he didn’t figure out who you were and what happened. And since you kept it from me until now, I figure you didn’t come clean with him. So what happened?”

“He… remembered that night. Post-nut clarity I guess. I… fuck, I apologized… I think…” Essie mused, wracking her brains and trying to figure out if she’d actually said that she was sorry. “But he got into a huff, acted like I killed him on purpose or some shit and stormed out.”

“Just like that?”

“I… I may have tried to… give him some perspective. Like how he might have died but wasn’t… actually dead. For fuck’s sake… you’ve fucked around with mortals, whatsh… what’s their big deal about dying?” she asked, folding her ears back as she took another sip.

“There’s no going back…” Tasha said, and the ready reply made Essie’s ears perk up to catch the rest. “I think that’s the big deal. They leave behind everyone they love and care about. And in the case of sinners… if they want to see them again, they have to hope their loved ones end up in Hell, which even I can tell is kinda fucked up…” the succubus said idly crossing and uncrossing her long legs before continuing.

“We make the best of the shitty hand we’re dealt down here but mortals… they have a shot at Heaven. Even though it’s their own mistake they wound up here, they always resent winding up with us. Maybe I shouldn’t have sent you up there to do my job because my job is making sure those mistakes are made. But like you said - what are the odds?” she asked with a shrug of her perfectly sculpted shoulders.

“Yeah, real longshot. So what the fuck do I do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know… about him? Us…” she murmured, hiding her muzzle behind the can.

“Holly shit! You must be wasted if you came to ask a succubus for love advice! Bitch, we don’t get mixed up in that crap! Not in our line of work. That cunt Verosika let herself fall in love and look how it played out for her. Besides, are you really telling me you’d be ready to grovel just to get him back.”

“I… I dunno…” Essie said, ears low as she tried to think. She hated the idea of groveling but the two of them… fuck it had been so good before it went to shit.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that answer.” Tasha admitted, surprised by the sight of the normally confident bitch sitting there with her ears folded and her tail down. “Well then my advice is - do it…”

“What… grovel?”

“Call that plan B, but try just talking first. Try seeing things from his point of view and then try a real apology. He looked happy to be with you so odds are he’s feeling as shitty as you are right now, so his perspective might have changed. If not, give him that sad puppy look you’re hitting me with right now.”

“Okay, I…guess I could do that…”

“You wanna crash here?”

“Nah, just… call me a cab, would you?” she said. If she was going to sleep on this and think it over she wanted to do it at her place. It still smelled of him, of them. That’s a big deal for a hellhound. If she had to grovel, she wanted a reminder of why she was doing it…

*******

It wasn’t a coincidence that the bar was empty when Essie walked in. She’d stayed within earshot, waiting for the last drunk to shamble out. Then she worked up the guts to actually do this. This wasn’t the first relationship she had, and when the other ones went south she didn’t bother trying to salvage them. Either that was a dumb thing to do, or this was, but there was only one way to make sure. She found Mal cleaning the tables, and it was only the creak of a stool that alerted him that someone had walked in.

“Sorry, we’re closed…” he said, piling glassware on a tray.

“What if I didn’t come in for a drink?” she asked, and saw him straightened and take a deep breath before turning to face her.

“What did you come here for?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest. His tone wasn’t exactly warm, but maybe that was good. They’d said some stupid things in the heat of the moment, maybe cold calm would work better.

“To… to apologize.”

“For killing me?”

“Honestly? No. I… that was an accident. And as for coming to Earth to get you high and having sex with random strangers… that’s just what we do here. We’re demons, that kind of shit if our nine-to-five. Free will – the choice to be good or bad… to end up in Heaven or down here… that’s what mortals have.”

“Fair enough. You didn’t actually push my face into that blow, and… yeah, it wasn’t part of the plan for me to freak out like that. But if that’s the case, what are you here to apologize for?”

“For what I said. For acting like dying is no big deal… “ she said, taking a deep breath before getting the rest out. “Look, just because you get another life doesn’t mean your old one isn’t over. A loss is still a loss. And your life ended way, way too soon. On one hand you didn’t suffer, but on the other you didn’t get to say goodbye.” She said. Mal was still quiet but he took a seat at the bar, so she counted that as a good sign.

“Sometimes… not often, but every once in a while I’ll get scared shitless about what’s going to happened to me when I die, and what has happened to the people I lost. I’m not the only one either. We see you sinners getting another go at life and when you gripe about what you lost you just seem ungrateful that you… that you wound up in Hell – fuck, this sounds so stupid now that I’m saying it out loud!” Essie groaned, but she did catch Mal’s smirk out of the corner of here eye.

“I’ve talked to someone who pointed out some things. You get sent here to suffer. You leave people you care for behind, and the only way you have a hope of seeing them again is if they fuck up enough to get sent down here. Even if I didn’t have a choice in whether or not I’m gonna fuck your life up, I don’t have a right to act like it was no big deal.”

“Sounds like you got some sage advice.”

“From the record holder for most ice-dildo insertions…” she said, and got a chortle out of Mal.

“What the actual… h-how ma-“

“Eleven.”

“Fuck… talk about a brain freeze.” Mal said, actually shivering as his mind formed an image. “But I think you broke a record yourself?”

“What? How?”

“You said you came here to apologize, gave that long-ass speech and didn’t use the word ‘sorry’ once.”

“Fuck, didn’t I?” Essie asked, but once she ran through her words she wound up just shaking her head. “The take-away here is that I don’t do this very often.”

“So how come you’re doing it now?”

“I… look, I was probably the worst thing to happen to Roy Wallace. But Mal was… probably the best thing to happen to me. I liked what we had and… I guess I didn’t want to let it go without a fight. I was kinda hoping you felt the same way…” she asked, ears instinctively folding back against her head.

“Not gonna lie… it was pretty sweet. Before I met you I’d been here for… maybe two weeks? Infernal damnation hadn’t really set in. This place looked fucked up from day one, and being with you didn’t really change it. But it was an exciting kind of fucked up.” he said, and Essie managed to keep her tail from wagging.

“Tending bar means listening to people’s problems, and when it comes to sinners… it’s always the same. Whether they died a year ago or a hundred years ago it’s mostly what you said – baggage. They’re stuck in the same rut that got them here. And they’re miserable. I’m never going to be able to completely let go of who I was, of the people I left behind. But I don’t want to be miserable, some cliché lost soul in eternal torment. I feel alive, so I wanna try living. And that was working out a lot better when we were together…” he finished, walking up to her and taking her paw in his. This time Essie allowed her tail a brief wag.

“So where are you living now?” she asked.

“I’m… renting a room upstairs.”

“Well that’s… convenient?” Essie ventured.

“It’s the starter-home from Hell. It’s basically just a bed and-”

“Sold!” she said, taking him by the wrist…

*******

Mal hadn’t been kidding, and in fact even ‘bed’ had been a bit of an exaggeration. The bed was just a mattress in the middle of a tiny room with the only light coming from a bare-bulb lamp with a power cord that looked to be mostly duct-tape. If it had been a bed they could have sat on it, but since it was a mattress on the floor they didn’t have a lot of options but to lie down. But if Essie was being honest, she wasn’t really in a sitting mood.

“You’re going to have to be patient with me…” she said, baring her throat and letting Mal kiss his way up from her bare breasts. “It’s going to be a little while until I can say it. But I’m going to try and show it…”

“I think I can live with that…” he murmured into her neckfur, his shaft hard against her thigh.

It worked like a signal, making her legs fold open an invitation he didn’t miss. She welcomed his weight on top of her as he settled down between her thighs, close but not in a hurry. And she wasn’t going to rush him. They’d had amazing sex before, and sure as Hell they’d do it again. This was something else, things people in heaven were probably mature enough to work out in sweet words. The best the two of them could do was this - to make themselves vulnerable to each other and trust the other person not to take advantage.

When Mal finally reached her muzzle she cupped his face with both hands, moaning into a deep, slow kiss. It felt different this time. They say you only really appreciate things after you lose them, and Essie figured she’d come close enough to losing Mal to make her really… appreciative. Her ears folded back, her tongue was kept in check, for the most part. Mal rested just enough weight on her to press her tits against his chest, the bare patches of pink skin around her stiff nipples registering the heat of his body in a way that fur kinda dulled.

She loved her floof, of course, and as Mal’s hands traveled up and down her body she got the impression that he did as well. But there was something to be said for skin-on-skin contact, including the heat she felt on the pink patch between her legs. His cock was resting against her mound, parked where she could feel it throb against her clit. Her body was responding to it, making demands but this time it could wait. The last time they had sex, it was so similar to when she fucked Mal as part of her job that it gave him deja vu. This time it was going to be different.

She let her hands trail idly along his back, letting her claws tease the bare skin stretched over enough muscle to make her feel like a bitch and a woman. He’d started grinding against her at some point, their kiss never faltering as their bodies started to move closer and closer to what was coming. When she felt his glans slide across her little buzzer and fall between her thighs she reached down and guided him in.

There was something about the way a blunt tip went in - the way it always seemed like it was going to miss its mark until the angle got just right and it slipped where it was needed. She felt herself stretch, her tail shuddering under her as her eyes rolled a little. A subtle arch of her back and Mal began to slide in, lazy, languid, long. He was going slow enough for her to feel every vein and ridge as it entered her, her ears now perked as they picked up the miniscule sounds. The wet little noises of her own honey being pushed out of her body, and on the edge of even a hellhound’s hearing the velvety sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other.

Her toes curled when he finally bottomed out inside her, taking his sweet time and making the push distinctly… sweet. Maybe there was a drawback for spending all that time with demons who were incarnations of lust - you get really into the skill of sex - the intensity, the showiness, nubile bodies pushed to their limits in the pursuit of ecstasy. This was slow, tame and it should have felt that way.

Their lips drifted apart at some point so they kissed again, the already slow tempo coming to a stop as their tongues twisted while he stayed still apart from the twitches of his erection and an occasional clench of her honeypot. He started grinding against her…or maybe she’d started humping against him. Languid little movements that he eye might miss but that had her nerve endings tingling happily.

It had been a while since she’d done this. Years, actually. She’d been little more than a puppy, and so had he. She told him she loved him, he did the same, and then they did something they didn’t really know how to do, so they did it very slowly. But neither she nor Mal lacked experience. At least not the physical act.

Mal started moving, shallow but deep strokes that shifted her on the groaning mattress as he in turn ground his tip against her cervix. Tapered cocks feel a little more intense when they press into that spot, but tend to twinge a little if they jab. Mal was a very nice mix of hard and soft, and right now she was blissfully enjoying it. He broke their kiss and leaned down. She lifted her muzzle and bared her throat to him, and managed not to giggle as he nuzzled and huffed into the soft dark fur covering her neck.

She looked across his rosy back and was almost surprised to see her hindpaws up and swaying a little as Mal thrust into her. She didn’t even remember lifting her, but when his next thrust jabbed her just right she wound up wrapping the limbs around her smooth-skinned lover. That seemed to get him a little riled, and his strokes got a little longer and his thrusts came in a little harder.

She had one hand on his back, the other buried in the mess of stark white hair. She clung to him, savoring the weight pinning her, the heat of his body both against her and inside her. He was going a little faster, because the need for intimacy couldn’t really push back some other kinds of needs. She clung to him a little as he lifted himself on his arms, getting a good look at her. Mal played with the orange locks that hung loose on either side of her face, twisting one between maroon fingers. She liked the way he was looking at her, and this time she didn’t have trouble reading those solid-red eyes.

She’d given him plenty to look at whenever she was straddling him, but that had been showing off. Now she was just there, and very obviously happy to be there. He was thrusting with just enough force to make her tits bounce, the nipples capping each firm mound proving irresistible. He bent his head down and caught one in his mouth, and Essie arched her back and almost came from just that. She thrust her chest out, played with his hair and traced the curve of his horn as his tongue teased the rubbery nub caught between his lips.

The little room had no window, there was nothing in there to mark the passage of time and only the groan of the old mattress’ spent springs to tick away the seconds. By the time he pulled his face away from her chest both of her nipples were wet to say nothing of the spot where his shaft sank inside her. She gave a nod, pulled him down and clung to him. He braced his knees and put a little more force into his thrusts, moving her back and forth as they worked themselves to the end.

And even though she knew that they had been at this forever, she was reluctant to see it finish. The little room smelled of Mal, the same scent he’d left at her place and that had been haunting her during the few days it took her to work up the courage to come here and ‘grovel’. Somehow she’d skipped that part and instead of on her knees she wound up on her back, and as content as she could be. Well, almost.

They’d been ignoring it for as long as they could, but their bodies were in their prime and this close to the goal they couldn’t be held back. Mal was barely thrusting now, he was mostly rolling his hips and moving in and out as much as she could. Essie was clinging to him, and normally she would have given him room to really work her over, but right now holding him was more important than letting him rut her.

She held back until she was whining and whimpering, managing to get Mal’s name past her lips once or twice. Her orgasm didn’t hit her, it rolled over her like an avalanche in slow motion. Slaws came close to breaking the rosy skin of her demonic lover’s back and her legs wrapped hard enough around him to keep him from doing anything more than grinding against her. Her own gasps reached her folded ears, strangely gentle considering that the corners of her vision were blurring as she clung to consciousness along with Mal.

She might have floated down if not for a throb somewhere deep inside her, and then a warm jet spurting from the twitching tip of Mal’s shaft. He rocked her back and forth in time to each throb, each surge of cum flowing into her, and without a knot to hold it in flowing out of her no matter how firm a seal her pussy was trying to make around the smooth cock buried in her. After they got their labored breathing in sync, Mal tried to do the gentlemanly thing and get his weight off her, but with her limbs still wrapped around him it wasn’t really working out.

“Feeling a little bitchy?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm. Just pretend we’re knotted…” she said, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss she didn’t break even when something small and furtive scurried across the floor. She’d have to talk Mal into moving in with her. This place was a helluva dump…