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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Lamia – The Abyss

“I wish to parley with your Lord,” I purred, staring at the women and the charred, skeletal demons that had us surrounded. I couldn’t show any fear. Not in the bowels of Hell.

“Let me tear them apart,” growled my sister Cora.

My sister was a brute. A manticore. She towered over me, her body a mass of muscles. I touched her arm and whispered, “Force is not the answer. We are outnumbered, and we need allies if we are to find our Mothers.”

I forced out a touch of my powers, soothing Cora’s rage. I was a lamia, so twisting someone’s desires to my will was as easy for me as breathing. Around us, other daughters of Lilith and those human followers of Mother were ready to fight. We had gathered many in the wake of the attack of Seattle, but more had to be lost in Hell.

“Who are you?” a beautiful woman with strawberry-blonde hair asked. She stepped forward from the enemy army. She had adorned herself in armor, a rifle gripped in her hand. Whichever demon they served had not twisted these women into whores or monsters.

It was a hopeful sign.

The skeletal demons were far older, leftovers of Molech. His power was broken by Mark over a year ago, and his poor, twisted sacrifices had been claimed by someone new. That was the nature of Hell. No pretenses of democracy or fair play existed.

Only naked force.

“I am Lamia, daughter of Lilith,” I purred, brushing back my purple hair off my shoulders and fixing this woman a seductive gaze. “We are merely trying to find our mother and sisters in this new chaos. We mean you and your Lord no harm. And who are you, noble mistress?”

“I am Lady Kayleah, concubine to Lord-Mayor Bray Colton,” the woman answered. “You and your kind do not serve the tyrant Brandon?”

“Never,” I answered, my voice twisting in disgust. “Why would I serve that worm?”

“He controls Lucifer’s territory,” Kayleah answered. “The Morningstar is rumored to have died and been cast back into Hell.”

Mark Glassner had triumphed once again. If he defeated Lucifer, I doubted any power in the mortal world could contend with him. I would dearly love to hold his soul and degrade him and that whore wife of his. He killed Mother and all my sisters.

“I propose that you take myself and Cora to see your Lord-Mayor so we may treat with him. We do not want to be associated with a rapist like Brandon.”

Kayleah’s lips tightened, giving fire to my suspicions about where she came from. The skeletal demons slinked forward, their charred bones rattling as they staggered forward. They surrounded Cora and me, their clawed fingers twitching like they wanted to tear into our flesh.

“We will return shortly, Mona,” I told the redhead human behind me, silver piercings dotting her nose. She had been one of the Coven, the first women who had served Lilith. She could be trusted. “Keep the daughters in line.”

“I will, Lamia,” she nodded, glancing at the daughters. She wasn’t intimidated by the monstrous creatures.

The skeletons escorted us to Kayleah. She fell in beside us and I asked, “You are one of those Brandon sacrificed to Molech, yes? Bray Colton was the mayor of Tacoma.”

Kayleah nodded her head. “When Molech died, Bray and his wife Yoon held us together. Now we have conquered Molech’s territory.”

As we marched, we passed more skeletal demons and bands of men and women in armor. “Your Lord is in the field with his forces?”

“We’re preparing to attack Brandon,” Kayleah answered. “The bastard will pay for what he did to us.”

Lamia’s heart ached for the woman’s pain. Molech raped the women sacrificed to him by Brandon, their bodies slowly roasted by his heat. I reached out with my power, taking away some of her sadness and replacing it with joy in her new life.

Cora glowered beside me, her clawed fingers tensed.

“Relax, sister,” I whispered. “I will forge an alliance, and then we shall find our mothers.”

I hoped Chantelle had not died, though she had been captured by Mark during the disastrous assassination attempt. However, there was no doubt Lilith was dead. Mark would never have allowed her to live. Cora died just outside Mother’s safe room, slain by the bastard.

We were led to a collection of tents on a grassy field. The burned, blasted land of this part of Hell abruptly ended on green grass. This area of Hell was shaped by Bray. He used the power of all the souls chained to him to create a pleasant spot.

More women lounged here, half-naked and lovely. We were in his inner sanctum. He was a man, and even he couldn’t resist forming a harem. They all eyed us with suspicion. Bray had earned these women’s loyalty. He didn’t enslave them.

Mother might hate me for forging an alliance with a man, but this one did not enslave women. And men were not nearly as bad as Mother liked to believe. Maybe it was just my appetites—I existed to bewitch men and control them—but I found their strong bodies held an eroticism that women lacked.

We were led to the largest tent. Kayleah thrust aside the flap and the skeletal demons parted to let Cora and me enter. It was dimly lit inside. A pair of thrones sat in the center. Bray Colton and a woman, presumably Yoon Colton, sat upon them. At one time, Lilith had considered using me to expand her influence to Tacoma and dominate the man.

That was before Brandon’s disastrous rule catapulted Mark into his dominance.

“Lord and Lady Mayor,” I breathed, pushing out my lust into the two figures as I curtsied. It was a little awkward while naked, but both figures’ eyes followed the bounce and sway of my perfect breasts. “I am humbled by your presence.”

Kayleah moved to the pair, giving each a kiss before whispering in their ear. Her armor melted away, and she knelt on the floor between them, naked and unashamed. Yoon’s hand casually reached out and stroked Kayleah’s hair.

Bray and his wife were equals. Excellent.

“Our beloved Kayleah claims you wish for an alliance,” Yoon purred.

“My sisters and our human mothers merely wish to be reunited with our family and our divine Mother, the Goddess Lilith,” I answered, pushing out more of my lust. “We wish to secure allies to help us in our task and, once we have attained our strength, to help defend us against the brutalities of Hell. Such as Brandon.”

“Brandon,” Bray growled. “That monster deserves to suffer for eternity, not ruling Dis.”

I smiled. “I could not agree more. That is why you need allies. I speak for the followers of Lilith. I am the daughter of High Priestess Chantelle and our great Goddess Lilith. I am Her most favored daughter.” My powers flowed out of me, pushing against the pair, inflaming their lust. “I wish to find common ground for an alliance. But perhaps this isn’t the right location for such delicate negotiations.”

“What are you saying?” Bray asked, his erection tenting the front of his regal clothing while his wife squirmed in her seat.

“Something more private. Intimate.”

Kayleah frowned at me. “Master, I think—”

“Hush,” Yoon purred. “I think an alliance is a wonderful idea.”

I nodded my head.

“But there would have to be terms,” Yoon continued. “A pact of mutual defense and support.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “If either of our domains is threatened, the other would come to in aid.”

“And in such a case, my Lord husband and I would be the dominant partners of the alliance.”

I licked my lips, letting my hands run down my body. “Perhaps that is something we should discuss in private.”

“Yes,” Bray nodded.

His wife arched her eyebrow. “Very well.”

The pair rose, and I knew I had them in my hand. “Wait for me.”

“Whore,” growled Cora.

“That’s how Mother made me,” I said, winking. With a giggle, I strode forward to join the mayor and his wife, passing farther into the tent.

We passed through a gauzy strip into a bedroom, a large, low mattress sprawled across the floor. It was big enough to hold ten or so people. More pillows were scattered around the room, ready, it seemed, so the Lord-Mayor could enjoy his harem all at once.

I could smell the lust permeating the room. I shuddered at the intoxicating scent. It was almost as wonderful as Mother.

Yoon and Bray’s clothing melted away. He was a muscular man, his face handsome and his cock thick. I licked my lips as he seized me, pulling me down to the bed. I knelt, shuddering as I watched Yoon move. She was petite, her skin a creamy olive, her nipples dark and hard. She pressed against my back, nibbling on my ear as Bray’s strong hands squeezed my breasts.

I shuddered at his massaging touch. He played with my tits, teasing them. Such wicked delight rippled through me. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. This wanton, wavering heat washed through my body.

“Lilith has to be the leading partner in any alliance,” I moaned as Bray’s lips sucked one of my hard nipples into my mouth.

I sent out my power, twisting their minds to obey me. He sucked harder, his passion swelling. My nipple throbbed, the pleasure surging down to my pussy. My cunt grew so wonderfully molten. My toes curled in delight.

“Yes, yes, that’s how it has to be,” I moaned.

“I don’t think so, succubus,” moaned Yoon. Her tongue fluttered against my ear. “Your Lilith was defeated by Mark. We know what his sword does. She is no longer powerful. But we are. We are the new gods of Hell.”

I moaned as her right hand slid down my stomach, reaching toward my pussy. Her touch was fire. Pleasure rippled through my body. I whimpered as she nibbled on my earlobe, teasing me. My lusts flared.

“Lilith will rise again,” I panted, Yoon’s fingers sliding lower and lower. “Our Mother is the oldest Human woman. She will be a power again once we find her. You will submit to this.”

Bray laughed as he released my nipple. He stood before me, his hard cock bobbing. I gasped as she seized my purple hair in a tight fist. “You are mistaken.”

I gasped as he yanked my head forward. His dick pressed against my lips. I didn’t even resist. Didn’t want to. I trembled in Yoon’s embrace as my lips opened wide. I swallowed the Lord Mayor’s hard shaft.

He groaned as I swirled my tongue about his spongy crown. His precum spilled over my tongue. He might think he was in control, but I could feel his lust flooding through him. I used it, pressing on his mind, twisting him to my desires.

I sucked on his cock, pleasing him, working on him and…

It wasn’t working. He wasn’t responding. He was resisting my tide of lust. Despite his desire for me, despite how much he ached to use me, he wasn’t submitting to me at all. He wasn’t bending to my lust, growing eager to please me.

His hands tightened in my hair. He fucked my mouth up and down on his cock. I panicked as his cock plunged deep into my mouth. My powers always worked on men. I should have him wrapped around my pinkie. He shouldn’t be able to resist me.

Not when I sucked on his cock.

Yoon’s hands slid around my body as her husband fucked my mouth. I groaned as she lifted my hips, forcing me to kneel. I whimpered, her breasts sliding down my back. They slipped passed my rump. A moment later, her lips kissed at my ass.

“Mmm, she’s a gorgeous creature,” Yoon said.

“Yes, she is,” Bray groaned, his cock plunging into my mouth.

This had to work. I sucked hard, letting my lust flow into him. I wanted him to worship me and…

I was rebuffed by his will.

Then I gasped as Yoon’s hands parted my butt-cheeks. She settled behind me. Her tongue fluttered through the folds of my pussy. I gasped at the wicked contact. She licked up through my cuntlips to my taint.

To my asshole.

I whimpered about Bray’s cock as Yoon’s tongue swirled around my puckered asshole. She caressed my sphincter, sending pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned around Bray’s cock plunging into my mouth.

“Mmm, yes, she’s a wicked thing,” groaned Yoon.

I gasped around Bray’s dick as she wiggled her tongue against my asshole. My anal ring parted for her. Her tongue worked into my bowels. Pleasure raced to my pussy as she swirled around inside of me and…

More than pleasure rippled through me. Lust battered into my mind.

They were slipping their will into me. Yoon’s naughty touch stimulated me while her husband dominated me. I moaned, struggling to resist. Then I gasped as her slim fingers slipped into my juicy pussy.

My cunt clenched about her probing fingers as I struggled to regain control of my lust. They should be losing their minds to my lust, not the other way around, but her fingers were amazing. I shuddered as my orgasm swelled.

“That’s it,” purred Yoon. “Mmm, you’re starting to understand.”

She thrust her tongue back into my asshole. Her fingers plundered my pussy. I sucked harder on Bray’s cock, my tongue swirling around his crown. He held my head as he thrust his cock forward, plunging his dick in and out of my lips. His salty precum flooded my mouth, the delightful flavor compelling me to suck on him harder.

I wanted to taste his cum.

“That’s it,” Bray growled. “Submit to us, little succubus.”

No. I did not submit. I made men submit to me.

I tried to focus my thoughts, but the lust burned through me. Yoon’s tongue wiggled deeper into my asshole, sending shuddering electricity to my pussy. Her fingers curled in my depths and found my G-spot. She massaged it.

Pleasure shot through me. I moaned on Bray’s cock, coming so close to orgasming. My climax threatened to drown me. I whimpered, my body shuddering as those naughty fingers kept stroking me, touching me in that special spot.

I had to maintain myself. I couldn’t lose control.

I threw all my power into Bray’s mind. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I could feel that his balls were ready to cum. I sucked harder, ready for that moment. When he erupted, I would dominate him. I fought against my orgasm, sucking with all my might on his dick.

He grunted, his hands tightening in my hair. I pushed on his will as his cock erupted.

Thick, salty cum flooded my mouth. His mind was lost to the bliss of his orgasm. As I gulped down his thick load, I shoved my will hard at him, using the power of his climax to aid me. I slammed into his iron will.

Rebounded

He didn’t bend. He didn’t submit.

His cum pumped into me, using my mouth. Yoon’s fingers and tongue sent me over the edge. I couldn’t fight the lust. I gasped around his dick as my orgasm erupted through me. The pleasure rushed out of my pussy and smothered my mind.

I swallowed Bray’s cum. Every last drop. I moaned my bliss as my pussy convulsed around Yoon’s fingers and my asshole writhed around her tongue. The pleasure swept through me. His dick kept spurting.

My orgasm drowned me as I swallowed his last drop of cum. I reeled from the lust.

“Yes!” he growled.

His hand slid down to seize me by the neck. I gasped, my pussy convulsing hard around Yoon’s fingers, as he ripped my mouth off his dick. He wrenched my head up to stare me in the eyes. His hand squeezed tight about my throat and…

I could feel a collar hovering about my neck fashioned by his will.

“We will be the dominant partner in the alliance,” the mayor growled.

“Yes,” I moaned, lost to the pleasure.

Yoon ripped her fingers from my pussy. She reached around me to cup my chin, her fingers smearing pussy juices across my cheeks. She turned my head and stared me in the eyes. “We shall seal our alliance by marriage,” she purred. “You shall join us as our wife, ruling at our side. We will be bound to Lilith by ties stronger than words.”

I couldn’t agree to that. I would be parted from Mother forever.

And yet, I wanted to submit. I wanted to obey this pair.

“Agreed!” I gasped and felt Bray’s will seal around my neck like a leash. I was chained to him, parted from Mother.

That enormity struck me for a moment. I was beset by a tidal wave of emotions that mixed with the dying delight of my orgasm. I sucked in deep breaths, struggling to understand. I groaned and…

I could still aid Lilith. I was these two powerful individuals’ wife. Power flooded me, pooling between the three of us. All the souls they controlled washed through me. I would guide my spouses to aid my mother. I shuddered, my eyes widening, lust burning hot through me.

Bray sank down to the bed and pulled me down onto his lap. I didn’t fight him.

I submitted to my new husband.

Our lips met in a three-way kiss. Yoon’s mouth was sour with my ass. Our tongues licked and sucked. Yoon’s hand reached between my legs, grasping our husband’s cock. She brought it to the entrance of my pussy.

I sank down his cock, groaning as his thick girth filled me. It was as wonderful as being fucked by Mother. His dick slipped into me. My pussy clung to him. Pleasure swept through me. I broke the kiss, gasping, moaning.

“My husband!” I gasped. I rose, my breasts jiggling as I rode him. His strong hands roamed my body as my pussy slid up and down his dick. “Our alliance shall change Hell!”

“Yes,” Yoon moaned. He leaned back and she straddled her husband’s face, lowering her shaved twat to his hungry mouth. “Together, we shall defeat Brandon.”

I rode our husband with hard, fast strokes. I worked my pussy up and down as I watched Yoon shudder in delight. Her small breasts jiggled as she squirmed on him. My purple hair danced around my shoulders as I worked my cunt up and down his thick dick.

Yoon licked her lips. Then she leaned over and nibbled at the slope of my breast. She caressed my sides as her lips kissed up my tit. I shuddered and moaned, stroking her hair. My pussy clung to the thick shaft, my nerves burning with pleasure.

She found my nipple.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped as she sucked on my nipple.

My cunt clenched down on my husband’s cock. I worked my pussy up and down him, pleasure trembling through him. Yoon sucked and nibbled. Her lips felt amazing. Her tongue circled my bud while her hands stroked me.

“Yes!” growled Bray as he feasted on her.

“I bet she tastes wonderful,” I moaned. “Does she, my husband?”

“Uh-huh,” he growled.

I worked my cunt up and down his dick as Yoon sucked on my nipple. She nibbled and gave me such pleasure. I trembled, my pussy clenching around his thick cock. The pleasure spilled through me, a wild passion that had my purple hair sweeping about my shoulders.

My clit ground into his pubic bone every time I bottomed out on him. He groaned into Yoon’s pussy, feasting on his wife. Our wife. I shuddered, still dazed that this had happened. My pussy clenched around his cock as I slid up his dick.

“So wonderful,” I growled. “You have so much power. It’s intoxicating!”

Yoon pupped her mouth off my nipple. “Mmm, it is.”

I groaned as she squeezed my breasts. She kissed up my tit as my hips swiveled. I stirred my cock around that thick dick, stimulating my pussy. The pleasure swelled in my depths, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

Her tongue licked up my neck. My eyes fluttered as I savored Bray’s cock in my cunt. Yoon’s wet tongue felt so hot. She reached my cheekbone. She followed it up to my ear. She sucked on my lobe as I slammed down our husband’s shaft.

“You delightful succubus,” cooed Yoon in my ear, her hands grabbing my waist and sliding up and down my skin. “You shall bewitch our enemies. You shall enslave new allies to our cause.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my breasts rubbing against hers as I rode our husband.

Our nipples brushed as her lips found mine. We kissed, hers still seasoned with my sour asshole. I groaned, my cunt clenching around her girl-dick. I slammed down her, taking every inch of his cock into my cunt’s depths.

Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing around his dick. Bray’s strong hands gripped at my thighs, his cock throbbing inside me. My tongue dueled with Yoon’s, kissing her as we both moaned in delight.

Bray gave us both bliss.

The lust built between the three of us. Our emotions merged together through our bond. Yoon’s lips were hot as she sucked and nibbled on my lip. I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her tight as my orgasm built and built in me.

I broke the kiss, gasping out in pleasure. I was coming so close, driven wild by their touches. I stared into Yoon’s eyes. Her nose brushed mine as our nipples caressed. Jolts of delight shot down to my pussy.

The pressure swelled.

I slammed down his cock, my twat reveling in every inch of him. The friction shot through me. The heat it created became pleasure. My eyes widened as my orgasm exploded in the depths of my pussy.

“Bray!” I howled, my pussy writhing about Bray’s cock.

“Yes!” he grunted as I squirmed on him.

My back arched as the pleasure rippled through my body. My cunt spasmed around his dick, sucking at him. I gripped Yoon hard, our tits heaving together. She moaned as she nibbled on my ear, teasing me.

“Cum in me, husband!” I panted, stars bursting before my eyes. “Cement our alliance in marriage! Make me your wife fully!”

“Yes, dear,” Yoon purred. “Cum in our new wife.”

Yoon shuddered in my arms, her voice purring in my ear as she joined me in rapture. We were both cumming. Orgasm after orgasm surged through me as I rode Bray’s cock. My pussy writhed around his dick, gripping him.

Bray drank down Yoon’s juices with hunger. I could hear his passion. He growled and thrust his hips up, his cock burying deep into my pussy. I bounced atop of him, my convulsing flesh sliding up his dick as the rapture drowned my mind.

I slammed down his girth.

His cock erupted.

Cum burst into me in a hot flood. I shuddered and swayed atop him. My pussy milked him, my orgasm intensifying as the rapture burned hot through me. I kissed Yoon again, both of us moaning through our pleasure.

I held her, my pussy drinking in the cum that spurted over and over in me. I bucked atop Bray’s cock, milking him dry. It was incredible. This pleasure surged through me. It carried me to the peak of ecstasy.

I hung there, kissing Yoon.

My pleasure died. I collapsed into Yoon. The two of us shifted around, sliding down against him. His cum leaked out of me as the three of us were a sweaty, gasping pile of pleased flesh. We held each other as we descended from our climactic highs.

A weird feeling stirred in my heart. This strange… warmth. I blinked, wondering what it was. Was it affection for the pair? Maybe. I had eternity to explore any feelings for these people.

First, I had to tell Lilith’s followers of the alliance.

I left my new spouses. Cora was suspicious as we headed back to the other followers under the guard. She knew I reeked of sex. I waited until we arrived. Once they were all assembled, I told them about the alliance.

The other followers of Lilith and my monster sisters all accepted it except for Cora.

“You debased yourself, sister!” she snarled.

Mona flinched at the outburst.

“You lay with a man!” my leonine sister roared. She quivered, towering over me.

“I secured our future,” I told her with haughty imperialism. I had so much power brimming in me. Cora couldn’t hurt me. “We needed allies. We needed a place to shelter while we find Mother.”

“You no longer serve Mother,” Cora snapped.

“Our alliance came with a cost. I paid it. But I still love Mother. I will still be your ally, Sister.”

I reached out to touch Cora. She smacked my hand away. The hatred in her eyes hurt. We were the daughters of the High Priestesses. We were the first two of Lilith’s daughters born. And my sister hated me.

“I will find Mother on my own,” Cora snarled, her tawny hair bristling. She turned and leaped, sailing through the air and landing beyond the ring of skeletal demons I now could control. She rushed out into the plain.

Mona shook her head. “You made the right decision, Lamia,” she said. “The rest of us understand.”

“Thank you,” I smiled, giving the woman a hug. “I just hope Mother will understand. Wherever she is.”

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Chantelle Paquet-Holub

“We can split into two groups and hit the army from both sides,” Lana said. “Abby, you need to eliminate the scouts.”

“I go now,” Abby, a type of monstrous daughter known as a Dabbat, hissed. She was a brown-skinned, hairless woman, her eyes slitted like a snake. With a burst of yellow sulfur, she burrowed into the ground. As a Dabbat, she could control the earth even here in Hell.

“We need to move fast,” Luka added. “The army is near. If we want to be in position.” The Alukah licked her fangs, her blood-red hair twitching. She could shape it into wings or weapons.

“I think it’ll work,” I said, glancing at the outline Luka had sketched in the dirt. We could hide behind sulfur hills that the army marched between. We would attack them and free the women they had chained like chattel. “We’ll show these fucking men what happens to rapists and slavers.”

“Yes,” Lana nodded, her blonde hair flying about her head as she nodded. My wife summoned a sword in her hand. “We’ll cut them to bloody ribbons and leave them to suffer for eternity on the plain.”

“Yes,” Luka moaned. “I’ll feast on their leader’s blood.” Her crimson hair transformed into bat-like wings. With mighty flaps, she took to the skies.

“Let’s move,” I shouted, leading my half of Lilith’s followers and children to the east.

Be safe, Lana whispered in my mind. We were connected by the Siyach ritual, able to communicate with a thought.

You as well, my love.

My force reached the hill and climbed it with speed. Near the top we fell to our bellies, crawling up the last few feet so we wouldn’t be seen. My lithe, dancer’s body had no problem wiggling through the dust. Young Crystal lay beside me, a conjured spear in her hand.

I peered over the top.

The army marched on the other side. A horde of men carrying spears and formed up in ranks like a force from a thousand years ago. At the head of the column were four figures riding on hellish mounts. The lead rider was wearing the red-lacquered armor of a samurai of all things, his face-mask hideous like a demon’s snarling visage. The three other riders were women in kimonos, riding side-saddle, their faces painted like geisha. At the rear of the column were the female prisoners, all chained and stumbling along with slumped shoulders, their bodies naked.

“We’ll free them,” Crystal grinned, enthusiasm shining across the girl’s beautiful face. “And we’ll punish all those men.

“We will.” I took a deep breath, then sent to Lana, We’re ready.

Attack! Lana screamed in my mind.

* * *

The Samurai

“You seem tense, my Lord,” Chisato purred from behind me, my concubine’s voice a soft whisper. “What weighs on you?”

I worked my jaw as I gazed at the yellow, sulfurous dunes that spilled around me. A group of women and demons lurked near here. I wasn’t sure where. “The scouts have not returned. We are near those women and we are blind. I fear we march into a trap.”

Saying those words… My shoulders itched. If I had to fight, where would I want to do it? On the hills, for sure, but which, and would I have time to reach them? I made my decision.

I looked over his shoulder at Abimbola. The Black man strode forward without a word, stopping at my heel. “Samurai?”

“Halt the column and ready for combat,” the Samurai ordered. “Then send out a platoon to scout in—”

“My love, above you!” screeched Orihime.

I heeded my concubine’s warning. A flying demon plummeted from the dusty sky, her wings formed from her red hair. She was naked and lovely. I reached for my sword as the demon struck me. The impact threw me off my nightmare. The demonic horse neighed and reared as I rolled on the ground.

The demon hissed, its fangs snapping at my flesh. Scarlet eyes peered into mine through my war mask. My hand froze on my sword. A great lethargy swept over me. Those eyes were so hypnotic. I just wanted to lay there and stare into them.

The demon’s fingers found the silk knots that held my war mask in place, pulling it free. Her fangs were so sharp. I wanted to feel them buried in my flesh. My cock hardened with the excitement of the demon feasting on my blood.

…My Lord…

A distant voice yelled at me. Lovely and pure.

A second voice joined hers, as perfect as a cherry blossom falling from the tree.

…fight, my love… a third voice screamed.

The demon’s fangs sank closer.

My eyes found my three concubines, their white-painted faces full of fear. Their love pulsed through the chains binding us, driving back the hypnotic stare of the demon. Her sharp fangs touched my skin, piercing my flesh like a pair of needles.

“No!” I bellowed, clenching my gauntleted fist and smashing it into the side of the demon’s head.

She tumbled off of me, her fangs ripped free of my flesh.

“You are so strong, my Lord,” Hikaru shouted.

“Defeat the demon, my love,” Orihime smiled while Chisato nodded her head.

I rose.

The demon charged.

I drew my sword. My blade blurred as I performed an iaijutsu draw. My katana became a flashing blur as it ripped out of its scabbard. The demon screamed in pain as my sword cut her in half. She fell in a screeching, quivering heap on the ground at my feet, her blood pooling into the yellow sulfur. A second flick of my sword decapitated her.

It wouldn’t kill her, but someone would have to heal her, or she would spend eternity severed from her body.

My senses came back to full sharpness as the last of her hypnotic effect vanished. Roars and shouts surrounded me. The women and demons were attacking my army. I seized the reins of my mount, hauling myself back up into my saddle.

“Abimbola!” I bellowed, assessing the situation and settling on my tactics.

“Samurai?”

“Split our forces. A third will hold the western enemy while the rest attacks the east. Once we have crushed the eastern foe, we will bring our full might to bear on the remaining attack force.”

“As you command, Samurai.”

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

I charged down from the west at the army. Luka had their leader pinned. We had our surprise. We could take them. I ran between the Supergirl, a gender-swapped madman, and Haja, one of Lilith’s daughters. Haja was a dangerous being. Her eyes were always shifting through rainbow colors, standing out from her pale-white skin and hair.

A laser beam lanced out from her eyes, carving through the enemy soldiers, incinerating them in their armor. They screamed, their pain providing droplets of power that I could use. Confidence surged through me.

We would win.

On the other side, Chantelle led her force into the fray. There may be more enemy soldiers, but we had the element of surprise and Lilith’s monstrous daughters. These bastards wouldn’t stand a chance.

I reached the base of the hill and charged out across the sulfur plain. A cloud of yellow dust kicked up before us. The enemy soldiers recovered quickly, forming into a spear wall. They leveled their points at us and, shouting and yelling, marched forward at us at a jangling clatter.

I gathered my power, the combined might of all our souls, and sent a wave of energy out, slamming into the spear wall, bowling over the front ranks. Men flew and screamed, crashing into the ranks behind them.

“Yes,” hissed Haja, her laser eyes lancing out.

Then a spear flew and took Haja in the gut. She screamed as she fell. I couldn’t stop running to help her. We were almost upon the soldiers. More spears were thrown from the back ranks. With a thought, I battered one out of the sky before it hit my stomach. Then I fell upon the soldiers forming their wall of bristling pikes. I hacked with my sword.

“For Lilith!” I screamed as I laid about with my sword, slicing men in half.

Lilith’s daughters and followers crashed into the ranks. They tore into the enemy. The pain they inflicted provided more power for me to draw on. This crazed thrill shot through me. Exultation beat in my chest.

My heart thudded as I fought. I shot out my powers, throwing away soldiers. I battled and yelled, my vision almost red with my wrath. Sweat poured down my body, and my limbs grew tired as I hacked and swung.

I ignored it. I drew on the power to keep me strong. We pushed deep into the line, a mighty wedge that buried into their ranks. The enemy soldiers folded. While their center fell before us, their flanks began wrapping around us and…

In a moment of clarity, I realized that we were being encircled. The soldiers fought with skill and training, not in a frenzy like Lilith’s daughters and I did. Their retreat in the middle suddenly seemed like a plan to surround us.

Now the enemy attacked us from all sides.

“I think we’re losing,” I gasped as the enemy pressed their attack. I saw women and Lilith’s daughters being cut down around me.

Lana, I don’t think the battle’s going well, my wife shouted in my mind.

Flee! I shouted at her. Get away. We’re surrounded.

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

I wanted to flee. I wanted to listen to my wife, but the Samurai rode around us, leading more of his soldiers. His sword was deadly, cutting down a bullish Lamassu with a single stroke. We were cut off. Surrounded.

We’d lost.

My stomach sank.

The Samurai rode forward into our midst, clearly unafraid. His sword dripped red and more blood splattered on his crimson armor, only visible by the way it glistened on the red-painted metal. I walked towards him, shaking in disgust. I raised my hands high.

“You are the leader?” he asked, his voice thick with a Japanese accent.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Your women will be spared if you surrender,” he barked. “You have the privilege of joining the God-King Brandon’s harem.”

I flinched. “Him?”

The Samurai nodded his head.

I looked around. Young Crystal fought beside her mother. Other women screamed in pain as they were driven back. These men would butcher us and leave us to lie in hacked pieces to suffer for all eternity. Already, most of Lilith’s daughters had suffered that fate. We couldn’t help Lilith if we were left in agony.

My stomach clenched and I trembled. There was no choice.

I have to surrender, I told my wife. I have to save who I can.

There’s always hope, Lana answered. Lilith and the bulk of her daughters are out there. Cora and Lamia will save us.

I swallowed and, for the second time, realized we had lost. “We surrender!”

* * *

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“We surrender!” I bitterly snarled, looking at the faces of the stunned women I led.

An ebony-skinned man pushed forward, his face full of lust. “On your knees!” he barked. “That’s where women belong.”

I shuddered in disgust as I knelt before him. His armor vanished at his thought, his thick cock growing long and hard. I swallowed, trembling with fear and loathing as he moved closer. I saw the look in his eyes.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

“Mother!” a low, growling voice hissed.

The ground shook.

I opened my eyes to see Cora. My daughter stood above me, her tawny hair bristling with her anger. Her clawed hand swiped hard through the air. The blow ripped the Black man’s head off. She kicked his body into the charging spearmen, knocking over a couple of them.

“Cora!” I shouted in joy.

“Mother!” she snarled and seized me. I gasped as she threw me over her shoulder and leaped away.

“No!” I screamed as we almost flew over the tops of the soldiers, their spears flying up to stab us. “We have to go back! They have Chantelle!”

“Sorry, mother,” Cora growled when she landed. My manticore daughter leaped again, carrying us to the top of the hills. “I cannot fight them all. I can only save you.”

“No, no!” I screamed. “We can’t leave my wife to those brutes! Please!”

“We won’t forever,” Cora said, jumping again. “Lamia has found us an ally.”

“An ally?”

“Yes!” Cora hissed. “Lamia has… despoiled herself with a man. She has married one of the new warlords of Hell, but in doing so, she has secured us a powerful ally. This warlord will have to rescue Chantelle. He swore to defend us.”

Cora saved me, I sent to Chantelle as my daughter raced across the plains, bouncing me on her shoulder.

Good, Chantelle whispered. I’m glad one of us escaped Brandon.

My blood ran cold. The Brandon? Terror beat in my heart. The atrocities Brandon committed against women in the three days he occupied Tacoma had sickened me. My poor wife was in his clutches.

Lamia has made a powerful ally. We’ll rescue you, I promised my wife.

I know you will.

My wife’s positive thoughts brought tears to my eyes. She had complete faith in me. I wouldn’t let her down. I wouldn’t let her remain Brandon’s prisoner a moment longer than necessary. I would free her from that bastard’s grip.

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

I shuddered as the black chain was forced around my neck. I looked behind me at the butchered daughters of Lilith, moaning and gasping in pain, unable to die. “I’ll come back for you. I’ll heal you when we’re free.”

The Samurai rode past us, his three concubines at his heel. Those geisha did not care one bit that we were chained. We were added to the host of women destined for rape at the hands of Brandon and his disgusting men. The soldiers all leered at our naked bodies as we were led through the dunes.

They would have raped us already, but the Samurai stopped them. “Brandon gets first choice,” he reminded them all. “You get the scraps.”

The geisha all nodded their heads like that was the most normal thing in the world. They were as vile as the men. Their fellow women were enslaved, and all they could do was fawn over the Samurai, their eyes dewy with lust for the warrior.

A whip cracked, and the column marched forward. I looked over my shoulder in the direction Lana and Cora had fled. Help would come. My wife would not let me languish in Brandon’s hands. My Lana would save us all.

* * *

Bray Colton

“Lana is one of Lilith’s high priestesses,” my new wife Lamia purred. The purple-haired woman was intoxicating to be with. Yoon was right to bind her by marriage. “She is married to my mother, Chantelle.”

“And Cora is her daughter?” I asked.

“Yes.” Lamia smiled, amused that Cora returned so soon after she had stormed off. “Lana will speak for the followers of Lilith. Already they have sworn to her.”

“And she wants my aid to free Lilith’s followers captured by Brandon?”

Lamia nodded her head.

I looked out at the high priestess of Lilith. She was an exotic beauty, her breasts large and round, her blonde hair falling about her shoulders. She moved with a dancer’s grace, striding forward with the hulking Cora at her side.

“Step-mother,” Lamia bowed. “I am pleased to see you.”

“And will your husband help us rescue your mother?” Lana demanded.

“I will,” I said. Rage surged through me. Black and brutal. “I want to crush Brandon and feel him squirm before me.” He had to pay for what he did to Yoon and the rest of my women. He could join Molech roasting in our fires for the rest of eternity.

A smile crossed Lana’s lips. “Then what are we waiting for?”

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