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Long Division

By: ZackOShea



Pi did not believe for a moment that Eddie was sick. The succubus had not pressed him into coming to the BBQ earlier tonight, or even laid one guilt trip. Abby hadn't been so kind. The poor witch was a bundle of nerves, all of them frayed. Not that she blamed the woman. While the sex kitten was crafted from lust itself she fully understood the concept of love. Thankfully she had never suffered from its poison. She turned away from watching the lights within Blackmoor Manor as an expressive sigh worked its up through her bust and past full lips. She nearly tugged a hand through her mass of black hair before recalling the effort she'd gone through putting it in the state it was. She'd lost count of all the hair pins used in the creation of a hair do which had made even Grecian beauties jealous in the past. She'd never meant too, of course. Envy was someone else's bag all together. 

The demoness felt all dressed without anywhere to go. She nearly looked back at where she called home at the moment before huffing. Edward Vance could sit and rot for all she cared. There was a party on and damnit she was going to have fun! Besides, someone was looking at her with lust. She puffed out her rack and cocked shapely hips to the left. It came to no surprise that it was Ivy who was staring. Pi was perfectly okay with that. She'd choose to slip into an all but sheer dress for that reason. It was so liberating to only have a thin sheet of white fabric between her nakedness and the world. The fresh air teased cotton against her full breasts and she was sure her headlights were on. The way it flowed up and through the skirt to caress her feminine apex gave her just the right sort of tingles. Oh and how it clung to the apple shape of her ass with every movement, it felt as good as a lover's hand sliding across the skin. Anyone that studied her would quickly realize she didn't have a scrap on underneath.

Surely Ivy had been observing her for a while and has come to that conclusion. The hunger in the punky girl's gaze was almost enough to sear flesh. Pi felt it worm its way into her lower stomach and ignite its own fire there. Ivy's eyes looked up from the plush woman's chest to her eyes; her own went a bit wide. She glanced back down at the sauce drenched food on the plate in front of her. It was easy to tell that the younger of the Wolseys was right uncomfortable tonight. More than likely her extremely different attire was due to her elder brother's prodding. Her perky frame had been stuffed into a strapless burgundy dress with a skirt that went down far enough the hide her feet. The way the front was sculpted did little to enhance the cleavage line. Worse yet she had a dark brown lady's jacket on over it so she'd not dare to show something as scandalous as bare shoulder. Her usually spiked hair was combed back and ears adorned with respectable studs. The choker she wore of black lace had a small ivory curio in the middle. No doubt it was a face of a relative who had died long before even her parents were born.

Pi took a moment to look away so the other woman's blush could clear. Locke's party had turned out a fair attendance. Eddie was right, though; this style of food was far too messy for the English. That and the oddity of it! If she heard one more person, boy or girl, squeal when they were offered alligator meat. It wasn't really all that unusual. There were so many people that both the wide marble patio and the ballroom it was attached to were filled. A few groups had already spilled over onto the stairs or lingered near the edges of the lawn itself. This last group was shunning the bright lights that had been set up so they could have private conversations. Occasionally she caught a tremor of lust from those little groups as well, but nothing too strong.

On the other hand Locke was in his element. He'd not cooked himself but had donned a Keep Calm and Carry On apron once food was doled out. The smell of the fare hung in the air, soaked into every sense. She'd never imagine it would be so... smoky. In a way it reminded Pi of home. There was of course a distinct lack of the wailing damned and cackling demons. The sauce selected had been just the right combination of spicy and tangy and her tongue still craved another bite. It wasn't like she had to watch her figure but still, the demoness wasn't going to pig out. Abby too hadn't really eaten much. At the moment she was Locke's side as if she was the hostess of the estate, which was a nice thing to see. It warmed the cackles of Pi's heart. Everyone should have someone they could be so perfectly comfortable with.

Save the infernal of course. They didn't need anyone. She was going to keep telling herself that. No matter how good makeup sex had been with Eddie just days ago... lakes of fire! She needed to get these unbidden feelings out of her system.

Abby had decided to go with the blouse she'd bought and a dark skirt that had a slim cut to high light her long legs. It wasn't as flowing as the outfit that Pi had suggested but it was plain she was comfortable in it. Just as plain? Locke liked the way she looked. He kept stealing glances over to her when she talked, watching the way her mouth moved. The man was so bold to even touch her lower back to direct her from time to time. No doubt the co-ed's heart fluttered with each press of fingertips. 

Abby caught Pi's gaze and smiled in such a cheerful way. Her anxiety was nearly gone. It had been replaced with a steady growing warmth. Really what she wanted to do was sneak off with Locke and let things get hot and heavy. The dusky girl didn't have the slightest idea why him wearing an apron made him look extra sexy tonight, it just did. It was also because of the looks he was giving her. She gave his arm a nudge before nodding to the Tolstoi couple. The Russian/English pair were a fine mix, if both on the heavy set side. It made them an ever better match Abby suspected. They smiled and nodded at her silent excusal.

"And where are you going?" The dashing brother caught Abby by the elbow and squeezed. His touch wasn't controlling. Instead it was curious. He tipped closer to her and his smile only grew more handsome.

Looking into his eyes Abby could almost forget Eddie existed. Which was in truth easy since the wanker had ditched them tonight. Not feeling well her ass. "A girl does need to attend to a few things now and again. Not to fret, Mr. Wolsey, I shall return to your side soon enough."

"Promise?" He made a crossing motion in the air over her heart. 

She felt the muscle pitter patter faster. "I do. Do not keep your guests waiting."

The tubby witch and warlock just exchanged one another a knowing, amused and adoring glance. One might imagine they were recalling their first few days together. Abby lingered in the contact with Locke before slipping off to powder her nose. She gave a Pi a salute along the way. The succubus winked over the top of her spectacles in response. 

Without the budding couple to watch Pi's attention wandered. A drink would be a good idea. Her hips rolled as she washed through the crowd to the open bar. Like any good English lord Locke had spared no expense. She settled her dark and smothering gaze on Ivy and with a small puff of breath past her sultry lips sent a sliver of demonic magic her way. Ivy looked up with a mild flush and blinked at Pi, then slowly smiled to match expressions. Pi leaned against the bar, turning the lines of her sculpted ass in the punk rock girl's direction. The breeze shifted the right way to send waves through the pristine fabric. Once Pi was sure that she had every ounce of the blonde's attention she made a slow point to the bar in question.

Ivy sighed in both lust and relief. She dipped her chin sharply in yes as a smile spread across her thin lips. Then she just made a motion to the man working the bar. More than likely the gent knew what the hostess liked to drink. She wiggled her legs under her dress slowly and tried to ignore the little bit of warmth that slid against her thighs. After all, Pi was taken. It was nice to get some attention – even if it was platonic though. She always felt out of place at these parties - she didn't really fit in with her brother's crowd. 

Pi slowly turned from looking at the other woman and let her smile slice its way into the bartender. Her order was little more than a purr. Soon enough she had two glasses set before her: the glass of rich merlot she desired and what she suspected was a White Russian. Her lips quirked, it didn't seem hard edge enough for Ivy. The lush amusement had not faded from her lips as she settled beside Ivy. The glass was offered out without a word. 

"Thank you, Ms. Baker." Ivy took the foo-foo drink and considered its contents before setting it aside. Her skirt rustled as she adjusted her legs. It took all her willpower not to slump. She'd not soil Locke's dignity by being anything but straight backed.

"Eloise." The demoness caught herself before saying Pi. She didn't want her secret to get out. Matters were already a bit chaotic with Abby knowing, as well as Belle being in town. It was time to be all the more careful. "No need to call me anything else, Ivy. You look, mmm, terribly bored." 

"Do I now? I shall have to work on that. Where is your Edward?" There was no bitterness in the perky girl's tone, and even if there was it would have been quickly erased by a drink of her creamy concoction. Ivy's small throat flexed three times before she finally took in air instead of booze.

A pout wormed its way onto Pi's lips, making the lower one look all the more ripe. She tilted forward and settled her chin on upturned palm. For a moment it might have seemed that her heavy breasts were going to roll right out of the thin dress which bound them. Of course Ivy was close enough to see down the front. The poor mortal couldn't help but let her eyes feast on such a sight. Pi's sulk faded into a smile. "I can see why you would be. While the party has been a lovely time I have never been much for mingling. At least not in this sort of setting. The food was delicious, was it not?"

Ivy looked down at the mess left on her own plate. There had been so much sauce that such couldn't be helped. She'd seen a few folks slopping it up with bread afterwards but she was already full. "It was fairly good, yes. I feel like something was missing, however. All I ever really tasted was the sauce."

"Which had the right blend of sweet and spicy." First Pi primed her mouth with a swig of wine. Then she dipped one long finger along Ivy's plate and gathered it up. She considered the deep caramel and red coloring, along with the flecks of spices that walled within. Once she was sure that Ivy was watching the coated finger as juices dripped from it the seductress moved it up to her mouth. Ivy's breath caught when Pi's lips opened just enough for the end of the finger to have to press in, making the rich red flesh spread wider. Pi let her eyes close half way as she wallowed, making a show of cleaning off every last drop of the sauce. It wasn't exactly the sort of flavor she preferred. The effect it had on Ivy on the other hand, she could smell the sort of juices she adored welling up within the human. Pi popped the finger from her mouth and sighed heatedly. "Still, I find myself... hungry."

Ivy's eyes were as wide as saucers and she barely managed not to squirm in her seat. Plainly she was at a loss to what was going on. She swallowed another gulp from her drink, and then blurted out. "Aren't you dating Eddie?"

Back to the errant egghead again? Pi nearly slid away there, but she could understand the lesbian's confusion. As soon as two people were lovers, even in this enlightened age, everyone assumed they were an item. Even Pi had moments where she felt some sort of false ownership. It was time to move away from that. "Friends with benefits, my dear."

"Oh." Ivy wasn't sure if she could brighten or not. She'd have to be a statue not to realize the vibes that Pi was giving off though. She slid a bit closer to the full-bodied woman. Most daringly she settled a hand on the librarian's hip and rubbed slowly up and down. 

"Oh she says." With a huff the demoness dipped her finger again before pressing it to the front of her bust, smearing it across the dress. Then she popped her brows and sighed over-dramatic. "Oh. Dear me. I have gone and stained my dress. Miss Wolsey if you would kindly show me where I might clean it or change."

Ivy covered her mouth with a hand but it did little to stifle her laughter. By the way her eyes shinned the punk-rock girl fully caught the other woman's intentions. She saluted with her drink before draining it. A lovely shiver from her pelvis and up. "Of course, Ms. Baker. If you would follow me?"

Both of them rose, without much notice from anyone in truth. Those hobnobbing had better things to pay attention to. Not that Ivy wasn't cute, or Pi wasn't striking. There was just an abundance of lovely people here today. Ivy's usual cheer filled her youthful frame as she headed inside with 'Eloise' through a side door, away from the ballroom. Both of them were thankful for the silence and shared laugh as Pi snatched Ivy's hand.

"This place is so big; I do not wish to get lost." Pi lied. The manor house wasn't as sprawling as she though. The halls were as tastefully decorated as she thought they'd be. She lifted Ivy's hand, noting how fine boned her fingers were, nibbled across one with small tugs of her perfect white teeth.

Ivy's smile was just as dazzling, British or not. "Oh, but I'll make sure we aren't found for a while at least."

"Splendid." Pi didn't stop nibbling; she turned over the blue-blood's thumb and brushed her teeth on the meat of it. This should be just the sort of tryst to work on rectifying how she and Eddie should relate to one another. It was his fault for staying home sick anyway.

*****

Eddie wasn't sick, not in the traditional sense. Part of why he'd elected to stay home no matter how much his muse and his cousin protested was because he knew that he'd be cramping their style. He also realized that Locke didn't really want him there. Perhaps the guy, who was actually really cool, realized that he and Abby were having 'in-depth family relations' – or sensed something between them. It was clear how much the two were attracted to one another on levels other than physical. It wouldn't be right for him to get in between that. With Pi, it was complicated. Over the last few days they had waxed and waned in something close to a relationship. The succubus was insistent that they didn't have a relationship, even after the soft and sticky moment in the library basement. He knew if he'd gone with her the two of them would spend the evening curled against one another ignoring everyone else. No doubt Ivy Wolsey would have stared daggers at them too. So some sort of break was best. He sure hoped so anyway.

His life had become so fucking confusing. The mathematician was starting to wonder what way was up and which was down. No, that wasn't right. He was starting to wonder if Heaven and Hell, all the variations there off, were real places. Not just in some sort of metaphysical sense either. He had a feeling they were real tangible realities just outside the normal human senses. Right now, as he sketched on a piece of notepaper, Eddie was wondering if maybe they were dark matter. After all what if they were just out of tune enough that they couldn't be sensed, but solid enough that they produced gravity? That could explain... well nothing really. It would open up even more questions. It was those questions, the concepts and the equations they invoked that really caused him to feel ill tonight. So as soon as he had some semblance of an excuse he pounced on it. Was it unfair and cowardly? Perhaps. He didn't care, no matter how much of a hard time Abby had given him. The silence Pi displayed cut him deeper.

Eddie was trying not to think on that.

Instead, as he sat at the dining room table. What a table it was, really. He and Abby had had dinner in here once that he recalled and only used a corner of the space. He wasn't sure how many people the massive hunk of oak could accommodate. For now he'd moved several of the candelabra's aside and had papers spread out. The laptop that Aphex had gotten him was on, playing both electronic softly and chugging away on one of the renderings he needed. He needed for what? The little lines that he was jotting down on the various pieces didn't make much sense to him. That wasn't true; he was trying to take his idea for how the cosmos was put together in a spiritual and reality sort of way and forcing it to make sense. So far he wasn't doing a good job on it.

He tried to slid the chair he was in, but the it was sturdy and of old wood as well. He grunted and sighed before pushing it back. His knees creaked as he stood and for a moment Eddie felt like he was going to topple over. Another wave of equations rolled about in his grey matter. It was just too hard to think sometimes. After steadying himself against the lip he moved far enough to snatch up the book that he needed. He flipped back to marked pages about how holograms actually worked. Yes, he'd read it before but he needed to apply it to other forms of energy. Back down into the chair he sank with a rolling sigh. Emanations. Holographic Universe. Constant Energy. Dark Matter. He was missing something. No. He wasn't exactly missing it. All the pieces were there but he was too dumb, too human to put it all together. 

"Oh, foo. My beautiful Génial you do look like your head is about to burst." Belle leaned against one of the French doors at the far end of the dining room. She as not daunted by the room's size. In fact she recalled fondly the days where she dined within in ones that easily dwarfed this one. Those days of noble blood and fine costuming were far gone. Damn that madam guillotine. She surely hoped that the continued to find new ways to torture Robespierre back home. "And not in the way that I prefer." 

"Belle!" The book slid out of his hands and smashed off of the side of the table. It continued to tumble down to the floor with a heavy thud. The sound washed off of the walls as if emphasizing Eddie's outburst. He slowly blinked.

"Oui. From what I understand my rival is one house over, non? There is nothing to worry about. I shall depart long before she ever knows I was here." With a slow sensual roll of her back the thin bitch pushed off of the door frame. Her long legs crossed in front of one another with a steady click of heels as she moved to the opposite side of the table. Belle had poured herself into a tight black turtle net of virgin wool and charcoal slacks to match. Her blonde hair was swept back behind her ears, crinkled with that freshly showered appearance. Her smile was as ethereal as mist drifting across the surface of a pond. "Besides, I missed you. It is worth the risk."

"How did you get in?" He rubbed at the front of his throat and tried to keep his eyes on hers. Instead the gravity of her pleasant bust drew it down. It was such a joy to watch her breath. Eddie rubbed at one eye and tried to chase away bubbling lust. 

"The door." Her bell-like giggle filled the room with as much life as all the windows being opened on a summer day. She clattered her nails against the lip of the table, then drug them along as she very slowly walked her way around to his side. Every roll of her hips, sway of her ass and breath was meant for Eddie to watch, and watch he did. It wasn't long before she floated over to his side. Instead of claiming his lap the demon princess planted her small derrière on the table itself and slid to sit. She carefully moved papers aside as she did so. Her tongue poked out of the side of soft violet lips as she studied what was in her hand. Somehow she managed an air of childish innocence as she swung her dangling legs. "Oh dear, what the Devil are you working on, Génial?"


Long Division



"Stuff." He was tempted to snatch it away from her. Instead Eddie found himself studying how rays of sunlight matched her hair so perfectly. Just like the other infernal he knew Belle was devastatingly beautiful. 

She snorted, and covered her mouth as she did so. After fixing the budding genius with a faux-glare she set the paper aside. Then she leaned until her breasts were at his eye level, nipples poking against the fabric. In truth she wanted to get a better look at what he was doing. A sweet wildflower scent filled the air around her. "Hardly just stuff, Edward. Tut. I must say this is all very interesting. What sort of quantum theory are you working on here? Hrm. This looks quite a bit like some sort of summoning formulae."

He felt affix by her stare and managed to look up from her boobs. "I... it's. It's hard to explain."

"Genius always is, non?" Her lips let loose a slow hiss of breath. Parts of her were still sore from the beating Pi had given her. With any luck Tangent was keeping Aphex occupied at the moment. Belle couldn't imagine her petite imp failing in such a task. Lay a man properly just once and you could walk all over him forever. She drew back to sitting proper before resting back on her hands. Her taunt stomach quivered as Eddie continued to study her. "Please do try to explain. I am smarter than I look, you know. Innovation is in my blood."

"Well... okay I will on one condition?" He slid to stand, needing something to wet his mouth.

"Oui." The answer was bright and full of hope. Belle suspected he'd ask to bend her over the table or some other sexual favor. Oh it was something she'd give freely. She hadn't felt flutters in her nethers for anyone in centuries. Thank goodness the sensation had made a return. 

Eddie was silent for a little too long as he trailed over to the mini bar. There he fixed himself a bit of orange juice, tonic water, vodka, sour and a splash of triple sec. Nothing like a Sonic Screwdriver to clear the senses. When he finally spoke there wasn't a trace of anything sensual in it. "No laughing or telling anyone else. Did you want something to drink?"

In turn the Frenchwoman almost responded with 'Your Fat Cock' bit thought better of it. "Whatever you are having, Edward." She watched him with a different sort of expression now that her lust would not be sated, not yet anyway. Instead she was unabashedly curious. 

"Okay." Of course the geek mixed up a second drink before coming back over. He offered, she accepted with a slow brush of her fingertips along his. It left a lingering tingle on his flesh. He didn't mind that at all but forced focus. There was no need to go into all the details of how he'd arrived to what he was working on. "I think, if you take into account several ideas about alternate realities and holographic universes, the relation of energy and how it's all related. Well. I'm trying to figure out how the higher and lower planes relate, mathematically, to the material one."

"Pardon?" Clearly that was not what she expected. Bell fluttered her eyes and her breath came out as a lyrical hiss. 

"Well." He sipped on his nerdy drink and savored the way it tickled his mouth and nose. Down Eddie sunk in the chair and this time was able to focus on her face. Like Pi, Belle had such classical lines. Her face was slim, fine boned but so very lovely it was distracting. Almost distracting anyway. He managed to glance back down to the sheets of scribbled notes. "I am talking to a demon right now. So obviously Heaven and Hell exist. I've talked to Pi and others about it. So I'm trying to figure out where they are in relation to Earth, the cosmos. My idea is that we're all just one part of the physical world, the cosmos as a whole. It is just that the math that governs reality at the moment is wrong..." He winced lightly, realizing that he might have just let go Pi's purpose and Abby's conjectures. "Well. That we cannot see or interact with one another, anymore."

"That sounds quite a bit more like witchcraft than math." Still the stunning blonde was clearly intrigued. She did not laugh but rather her becoming mouth pressed together in clear display of her curiosity. "Quite impractical as well, not the sort of thing most mathematicians think about."

"I didn't, until you two entered my life. I was firmly in the atheist camp." He sipped on his drink again, washed the citrus taste in his mouth before swallowing. "However, the world, the cosmos, it clearly works on math. So, even things supernatural and unknown have to, as well. Mmm, I mean I can see other applications of this sort of work."

"Such as?" Belle's wanton nature had all but vanished by that point. She pulled up a leg in a fine display of how flexible she really was and set her cheek on it. She wasn't here to muse the college kid, but rather to find out what he was working on with Pi. Okay, really she was here first to steal him away. Now, she found herself drawn in. "Some sort of transference of one's mortal coil from one point to another."

"Among other things, what are we but energy? Well I mean yes we're flesh and blood. But when you break it down we're all made out of the same thing, energy and empty space. Mmm, barely more material when you come down it that a reflection. It makes you wonder if we're nothing more than a reflection – crafted in His image and all that stuff. That's what got me thinking. The universe is a big place, full of mystery and wonder. There are parts of it that we can't see. What if that's what's being reflected creating what we can see. Creating us. 

So, if we're just a collection of energy why can't that be moved? You shift one aspect of what is reflecting and the reflection changes, moves. Maybe that's what the soul really is, that energy. We're not trapped in flesh but it is merely a reflection of something higher. Something so we can interact with side of the cosmos. I'd never really considered that. If I'm not really me but just one shard like reflection of... whoa this is getting into some heavy Moorcock bullshit right here."

The Eternal Champion? More like the Eternal Nerd, that didn't nearly have the right sort of ring to it. He was too far into his train of thought to notice that Belle was now giving him a queer look. Oh she was following along to what he was saying, but didn't really like the idea much.

"I mean the ideas in my head have to be coming from somewhere. The formulae, the tangents that are converging. Imagine it, really. Being able to find that true self. Or if this is what we really are being able to move it from one place to another just by changing... changing the angle of the reflection. Or... something. I haven't quite figured it out yet. It might just be as simple as figuring out where the energy is coming from, that of the divine and infernal. How to trace it anyway. From there how to find it and then open the way."

"Why?" Belle recoiled at the very idea. 

"To unlock the last great mystery? We're not sure what holds the universe together. Why there is dark matter, why things move the way they do. What if it's been Heaven all along or other planes of existence anyway? Shouldn't we explore and understand all we can?" In turn he blinked at her, confused by her sudden disdain for the idea.

As she pulled a hand through sun stroked tresses and looked outside. Progress was always frightening. Distressingly though, Eddie sounded more unhinged the more he spoke of the idea. Still it would be good to see father again without too much effort. "I suppose you are right there. Just no crazy ideas of storming the gates of Heaven. Some folks don not fancy that."

"No. No. I just... want to know. Besides, I mean if I invent teleporters or something that'd be pretty damn amazing wouldn't it?" Eddie smirked, without even an iota of hubris. He wasn't really being all that serious from the wavering tone of voice either. Still for a moment how such a change could affect the world blossomed behind his eyes. He shook such concerns free and moved to gather up the notes.

"It is not foolish, Edward." Belle said after a beat and reached out to stroke fingers through his mop, then caress the nails back over his scalp. She cooed. Hell-crafted machine or not Belle could read people. She didn't want to crush the mortal's flight of fancy. However, she could imagine how wonderful – and terrible the world would be. Food supplies could be shipped anywhere before they even had a chance to be anything less than fresh. So could troops, delivered directly into the heart of a city to kill it. 

Now the matter of both finding and opening Heaven... Hell. That did worry her in ways that progress had never worried her before. The idea that this simple boy she was petting could pierce such a veil was... ludicrous. Yet an irrational part of the princess knew Eddie could do it. That sliver of her being twisted and whimpered in worry. She adored humanity too much to have her kin and her enemies taint it once more. She let go of Eddie's hair and trailed a finger down to his brow, then along his eye, to his lips.

"I think you should focus more on this energy transference, for power or teleportation. I think it would cause you much less worry, non?" Her smile was as sweet as spun cotton candy. She didn't let him answer but tapped his lips once. "I will help you however I can."

Eddie met her gaze for a long stretch, before nodding with a small mm. Storming the gates of Heaven? That wasn't what he wanted. He just wanted to know. What was the danger in that?

*****

Abby could hardly believe how long it took Locke to come looking for her.

Locke could hardly believe how boldly she'd scratched her blunted nails along the teeth of his trouser's zipper. 

She'd taken hold of the tab and pulled down, inch by inch while using her luscious body to press him against the wall. He vaguely recalled her asking if anyone one from the party would wander this way. She must have been satisfied at his answer of probably not because she caught hold of his cock hidden within a sheath of silk boxers. 

What was the harm in getting what she wanted, what she needed? It wasn't like her cousin and she were an item. Eddie got more ass than a toilet seat and this, this was what Abby really wanted. If Pi had never entered their lives, would she'd have ever been this bold?

Abby pressed on. His meat was no longer hidden but still in her hand. Her fingers, made strong from the firm kneading of clay yet had a refined sense of delicacy that sent tingles cascading along the underside of his shaft. He'd opened up her blouse as well, letting lovely gloves of flesh spill out so he could finally find out what they tasted like. Their moans coupled with one another and hung in the otherwise silent hallway air. The party was forgotten. This was the only music, the only dessert either of them needed. It was also beyond Locke's wildest wet dreams. He had never expected the tomboyish focus of his desires to so direct with her wants. So... dirty. It excited him like nothing else.

She pulled at his turgid girth slowly, fingers pressing in just the right way until a fat drop of pre-cum oozed out. With great skill the artist applied to the soft flesh just blow crown and her hand glided all the better. Her other extremity was nestled into his handsome head of pale tresses for she didn't want him to stop feasting on her tits until she was ready to have him driving into her. Somewhere deep inside Abby tried to chide herself for being a wanton whore. It didn't work. The only thing she wanted, the only thing she needed, was to sear the boy next door with the depths of her passion. That was going to be a few minutes yet, so for now she sighed hotly and arched her back. It wasn't like his face could press any tighter to her chest. That didn't matter. "Don't stop. Oh God, Locke."

He wanted to tell her that she didn't worry about that. His finely crafted mouth was busy, though. Suckling at her dark nipple was divine and he didn't want to stop. There had never been anything better tasting than that pearl of flesh caught between tongue and lip. His hands freely fondled the sides of her rack, pressing them to his aristocratic visage. They were so soft, yet so warm. He could feel her heart hammering away. His hips rolled against her stroking and he moaned, finally letting the tit free. It shimmered with his saliva. Up he moved for a kiss, once her hand lightened anyway. 

Locke decided he was wrong. Her mouth was a thousand times more delicious than her nipple, especially when she gaped for breath and he invaded with his tongue. It wasn't long before her moist muscle elegantly curled against his. The two tongues glided together like... like... one of those famous pairs of dancers. Fred and Daphne was it? Locke couldn't think very clearly at the moment. He felt like he was going to pop in her hand, across her wrist at any time. In his mind's eye the dutiful brother imagined his cum sliding down Abby's arm, dripping over the crook of her elbow. She must have sensed how he was about to fall over that edge because her hand eased away from throbbing maleness. The tension to let it all fly died off but his hips chased after her sticky hand. 

"Not yet, Romeo." A giggle bubbled up from the co-ed. Now that she had a hand free she tugged at his trousers until they slid free from hips and pooled at his ankles. Thankfully it took his boxer briefs with it. It thrilled her that he was willing to do something so decadent as this. She groaned heavily. Liquid pleasure had long ago overflowed down her thighs and she was certain Locke could smell it.

He could and it was better than any perfume. "You will not think me terrible if I fuck you against this very wall here and now, I do hope?"

"Locke." Abby giggled again and tugged his head away from her breasts by pulling at his hair. "If you don't fuck me against this very wall here and now I'm going to hold it against you."

They met gazes and the raw need for one another was apparent. Both of them had wanted to indulge in not only all things carnal, but matters deeper. This afternoon it was their young loins that mattered most, though. He took hold of her skirt and pulled until it was mingled with his lost pants. Now her feminine scent was strong in the air. Locke took a step back, even if he did regret cool air washing over his skin. He tugged his fancy shirt off and tossed it to the side. This way they could admire one another's almost nude states. 

Abby was conflicted, though not about having sex with Locke. Oh she didn't just want him, every fiber of her body hummed with need for him. She grunted and reached out, grabbed his face and pulled it back to her. He didn't mind her wet fingers on his cheek; in fact it excited him all the more. Sex was something done without reservations, when it was real. He gave into her kiss and took her slim hips in hand. He didn't pull them closer but instead held them against an ornate tapestry while his hovered closer. Her hiss of utter delight when his rigid need pressed against her tender stomach skin was intoxicating. She arched her abdomen and rubbed against him. Oh her insides were quivering with the need to be spread.

Abby stifled a hard cry as Locke invaded her nether lips with his fingers and wasted no time sliding two into her. Her body pressed down hard, trying to get the digits as deep as she could. Her pussy walls clamped down. Her cheeks flushed with heat and she whimpered. "Not enough."

"What is it you want then?" His forehead rested against hers and a wolfish grin spread across such handsome features. The question was utterly rhetorical. He ground against her stomach in cruel foreshadowing of what he was going to do to her, with her. Her beasts were crushed against his toned chest covered with soft hair. In fact he had a clear treasure trail running all the way down to trimmed pubes. 

Later she would analyze the difference between Eddie's body against her, and Locke's. The poor woman might feel a twinge of shame then, but for now she was riding high. His athletic frame promised a night of such intense passion. Her body spread wider as he slipped a third finger into her passage. Oh what lovely wet music he was making with them. Part of her wonder if Pi had taught him how to do that? Probably not. She gritted her teeth and gave him a heavy look. "Not... ngh... enough."

It was filthy how hard she squatted down on his hands, gushes of salty excitement gathering in his palm. Her hands stroked over his arms before she reached up and curled fingers tight into the tapestry. Even trapped somewhere between Locke and the wall she felt like she was going to crumple at any moment. Next time, next time she would take this slow – though she'd said the same with Eddie. Hopefully Locke didn't think her a slut. Was she one? Abby didn't care.

"Oh? You want something more?" His thumb grazed at her clit but only so he could get better leverage. His other hand curled against her ass and Locke lifted her up with a slide of cloth against old stone. It was him that hissed when his shaft hit wet petals and slipped along until it struck his fingers. His crown was precariously close to her opening.

Her hiss didn't have any words to it. Her legs strained like the tip of a dying man's tongue striving for water just out of reach. When his fine fingers spread her wider she squealed but bit the sound down. Thankfully Locke didn't torture her splayed pink any further. As his three fingers retreated rampant desire took their place. Abby's head lulled back and she focused on breathing, adjusting. Her legs wrapped around his thighs. One of them managed to hook over, the other remained splayed to the side until her lover powerfully wrapped his arm around it to hold her place. Not that she was go anywhere now that he'd speared her.

Once she'd conformed to his girth – which was considerably more than Edward's – wet congress began. He filled her quim so utterly that it made it feel smaller than before, the pressure was almost painful. To Abby it felt perfect and she rolled her hips against Locke's strong thrusts. Her hands wound deeper into the course fabric, tension rising.

Locke found her pussy more than adequate. The way slick walls drug against the sides of his shaft with just the right amount of friction, how she squeaked every time they completed an arc. He well knew he was bottoming her out already. His heavy balls still didn't quite reach her labia but it didn't matter. There was enough feminine juice dripping from her to coat them and his root until it started to gleam. The hall could not contain the rising scent of sex, nor the hard wet sound every time he dragged his cock nearly out of her before pushing back in. What Locke found the most amazing, and becoming, was the sensation of the tight ring of Abby's cervix pressed against the round of his tip. He'd never fit a woman so expertly before like a lock and a key. "Would it be terrible if I begged to cum inside of you, Abigail?"

It was impossible for her to answer at first as he used his teeth to grip and suckle at her lower lip. Her cry echoed down the corridor and no doubt was a clear claxon that someone was getting plowed hard and with abandon. Her clit was crushed and rubbed by his steady stroke and that made it difficult to recall what speech was too. Really, with him fucking her so damn hard the only thing she needed more than her own orgasm was to know that Locke's hot spunk was flying deep into her. It wasn't a rational desire by any stretch. Above her the fabric began to rip. "Please." 

"I am hardly any good at begging." He grunted and shifted his weight to raise her up higher with his next too pushes. Now Locke was a man who had prided himself on having some stamina. However, he had never been inside a woman who fit so delightfully around his dick. Pulling out was not an option, nor was slowing down. The need to breed now ruled him completely, without any real desire to sew life into Abby's abdomen. If there was a danger of doing such she would have told him no. Locke's forehead settled against hers, pale hair mixing with her darker hue. "So, I would rather demand that you take my seed."




Long Division



She was undone by those words. She came without warning, digging her heels into the back of his thighs. Close. He had to be close in that moment. Her inner muscles milked at him. The ancient tapestry was undone as well. Centuries of history was ruined as it slid down to curl against her trembling shoulders, soiled by oozing juices. Amazingly, to Abby anyway, Locke's hips continued to powerfully churn. With each slap of his hips back into her gripping need more fluid spattered out. Just as she was sliding down from her breathless plateau Abby was overwhelmed by fast spreading and liquid heat. It successfully invaded her core and from there felt as if it seeped into her very blood. Back into orgasm she was cast, joining with Locke into crying shrill. Her body had been turned into a fine tuned sex machine thanks to her cousin and the succubus. Locke, however, knew how to really drive her as if they were part of a formula-one racing team instead of lovers.

Lovers.

She liked the idea of that. Even as her legs loosened her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. She knew this feeling was going to fade with her aftershocks and that depressed her like nothing else could. Her nails scratched lightly at his shoulders. "Sorry about the tapestry."

A chuckle worked its way out of Locke's throat as cold sweat slicked his skin. "It can be repaired or if you like left in this state as evidence of our coupling."

His archaic way of speaking always lent him a special sort of charm in Abby's heart. Locke was just like the classical Gothic heartthrob of novels she had grown up on, the men she first lusted after. Now he was hers... at least for a few more minutes. In the modern hookup society she didn't expect anything to come of this. Her insides felt ravaged and just a mess. She was glad that his cock was still wedged in her so it would not come spilling out. "I'll take it with me, to hide the evidence."

"Splendid." He lapped salt from her neck. 

"Splendid."

"Do we have to go back to the party?" Abby sighed and nibbled along the line of his strong shoulder. Oh he was pleasantly sculpted. Her tongue matched his actions. 

"Yes, alas. Once my legs work again. We shall have to get you panties." 

"I am sure that you have boxers I can use." She countered. He merely mmm'ed in agreement with the idea. What man didn't fancy a woman wearing his clothes after being rumpled by hard sex?

*****

Belle watched the pudgy man scribbling away with a sense of growing awe. It wasn't a feeling was not unknown to the demon princess. Many of those men that Pi visited each time she visited Creation had become great figures of history. They were given the power to change the very world. Yet, she had never seen one so very consumed by it as Eddie. The stroke of his pencil across paper was so very fluid, almost ecstatic as the minutes ticked by. They had ceased speaking some time ago. Now she was not even sure if he knew that she was still present. The most odd was how Eddie would look up and study empty air before adding something else to the circle of his work.

That was how the arithmetic was laid out, instead of in straight lines. The proofs were built within one another, or overlapping at the oddest tangents of their circumference. Belle now studied the emptiness before Eddie. Her flesh pebbled but not out of pleasure. There was... something there. Whatever Eddie was seeing in his fugue was almost tangible. She reached out and brushed her fingers against his temple and felt a jolt slip up her arm and her breath caught. The creative spark within the American had a tangible frequency to it that threatened to consume her constructed being. Metal bones pulsed as it curled closer to her heart and the Frenchwoman shuddered, almost sputtering "Mon Deiu" if not for her infernal nature. Belle recoiled to her feet and considered what to do. Her inhuman nature started to bleed color form her skin. Such raw potential could do so much for the sake of idle progress if only molded it properly. She wanted to take him by the reigns and set him onto that path. Her mind was still filled with ideas of how to promote sloth through teleportation. Fear kept her in check in this moment, fear of the spark within him. It reminded her of the way her maker spoke of his Maker. 

Belle shuddered. "Eddie?"

He didn't answer her but instead aligned several sheets together. Then he turned holding them up to the light so he could see the circles overlaid. A small ah-hah popped out of him and he slid trying to reach his laptop. Instead he planted his face right into the blonde's bust. Not even the drag of supple flesh just the other side of thin fabric woke Eddie from his reverie. Belle gasped – half in surprise – as he slid around her to the machine. She supposed she might have herself to blame for that, after all they distracted men from what really was important. His fingers pattered down keys, flipping through programs before frantically setting up a render of what concept consumed him. 

"My Génial, what is it that is going around in that handsome head of yours?" Belle was more forceful when she spoke this time. She even went as far as to slink behind the mortal and rest her crossed forearms across his shoulders. One thing that pleased her about the chubby fellow was how sturdily he was actually built. For emphasis she pressed a kiss to the top of his noggin.

The question, or the kiss, must have gotten through to Eddie. For her part Belle was blinked as something akin to static electricity coursed through her from the point of contact. The mathematician cleared his throat and spoke. "Well. If the universe is nothing more than an emanation, like a spectrum of colors off of a prison, yet solid. Mmm. It would built itself on layers that are just enough out of sync they cannot see one another. Yet they are all close enough, or I guess related by origin so they have an effect on one another. Perhaps some of the weaker forces transmit though from layer to layer, like gravity. Though, then they couldn't be called weak forces. I can see the way that they align sometimes."

"They?" 

"The sigils." With all the fine motor control of a tripped-out hippie Eddie gestured to the empty air before him. He then went about tracing the orbit of something only he could see... until it started to take shape before Belle's eyes as well. 

In a fit of rare horror the devilish princess recoiled from her lover's back. More symbols tore through the comfortable veneer of reality like earthworms driven to the surface by violent rain. What was even worse was that they were undulating like living things too. She covered her mouth as they started to swirl on lazy axis and form circles. Eddie was studying them for the moment before tapping away and modifying the equations he was inputting.

"Like a lattice that creates itself. That would be my guess. Each refraction is just as real as the one before it. Just as real as the one after it. As the progression continues they become more complex but in the end there is one strand that runs through and connects them. Or... it is the energy that makes the hologram. The light behind the shadow puppet... " The man didn't realize he was rambling. 

Belle did and she folded her arms with a shiver before turning her head away. The icons didn't make a lick of sense to her. She was a creature of technology and progress – not barbarism. She wondered if Eddie had some sort of contagious insanity. Her tongue brushed across fine lips. There was tug of war between Belle's need to shake him from reverie and her drive to mire the world in fresh creations. 

"But where does the light come from. Likewise what is the light? If there is nothing binding it together then how do they interact with one another? I have to be missing something." Eddie continued to mumble.

Unable to resist the lithe woman turned her eyes back to the free floating madness. She could see what he was saying now. It was obvious the slowly orbiting layers were meant to fit together. How, now that was the question. They were red like blood, liquid on the surface but not seeping anything. What exactly was Pi trying to do with this human? Never in all the centuries she had been stealing away prizes from Pie Thighs was there anything like this. It had the stench of magic to it, but still everything moved like gears, or the sweet majesty of math. 

"Eddie, what are they?"

"I... I don't know." He stared at the rotating shapes and then down at the screen. With a hiss of bubbling rage he pushed the computer hard, sending it sliding almost over the opposite edge of the great table. Papers were scattered in a tide. "I don't know." 

After a moment of hesitation the Frenchwoman reached out and lightly grazed her painted nails against his shoulder. She took a step closer and focused on the unknowable. Her stomach knotted up. "Have you told Pi, or what is her name, Abigail about this?"

"No." He rubbed at his eyes and considered clawing at them.

"She wails like a cat when fucked." Tangent interjected. The off-white cat was half-way through rippling glass when she spoke. Her tiny head focused on the pair and whiskers twitched. There wasn't even the smell of sex in the room. This had to be something dire. "What the hell are you two staring at? Is he stoned again?"

The rude beast's interjection broke Eddie free from insanity. In the instant he focused on reality the floating icons winked out of existence. The change was so sudden that Belle gasped before rubbing at her eyes in a delicate fashion. She started at the now empty air before a look of contempt blossomed on her lovely face. "They are gone."

"What are gone?" Tangent asked as she jumped onto the table and looked for paper to lay on. Such was second only to sunbeams whenever she was stuck with four legs. Her tail lazily flicked as she inspected the two of them. 

Eddie turned and looked up at Belle. His eyes were 

bloodshot as if he'd spent all night at a kegger. He groaned and rubbed at the back of his neck. "You saw them?" 

"Oui." Belle raised one thin brow as she looked from him to the curious imp. Really, it came as no surprise that her assistant couldn't see what she'd witness. After all Tangent hadn't touched Eddie in the moments of his reverie. She had and now she was chilled all the way down to her iron bones. What exactly had Eddie tapped into? Without any seduction in mind the infernal pressed forward and leaned over Eddie. The small range of her cleavage was warmed by his breath, but Belle managed to ignore the feeling. Instead she flipped through the four renders to explore them before pulling back. While it wasn't all Greek to her what Eddie was aiming at for the moment was above her pay grade. After a light pull of her top she curled into the chair next to him. "Do you recall setting any of that up? It all, well, it is breathtakingly complex."

"I... " Absently Eddie reached out and petted along the once-white cat's spine. Tangent purred despite herself and leaned into the affection. She had no want for anything sexual with the mortal like the other two lady demons though. She had her Aphie and that was enough. Eddie blinked. "I sorta of do. It's like trying to remember a dream."

Tangent fell onto her side as she was in terrible need of tummy rubbings. "You two are starting to wig me out. Can you tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Later." Bell promised with a short nod. After brushed sun-spun strands away from her eyes she focused on the mathematician. "This has happened often?"

After a nod Eddie told her of the previous times in quiet details. He explained that he'd not told Pi and while he spoke to a warlock of some esteem on the matter, that didn't help either. Part of him was frightened, of course. With each passing day, though, he felt himself compelled to continue to work on this idea. "Has anything ever happened like this ever happened to those Pi has helped?"

"Non. Not that I know of anyway." The blonde stated simply, then nibbled on her lower lip. "Every one of her charges have not tried to change the world but tried to define it with cold hard math. This... this feels like some sort of magic to me. I mean it has the guise of math, but."

He found he didn't like the way the woman's brow crinkled with worry. On impulse he reached out and curled a hand around hers and squeezed. It was but a small display of reassurance. It was then and there that Eddie decided Bellephagoria was not as evil as Pi thought. There was some sort of bad blood between them, sure. Perhaps that fence could be mended. Then again he'd already accepted one devil into his life, along with a witch. One more vile woman couldn't hurt, right? He traced a finger along her pulse. 

What went unsaid forced Belle to relax. Warmth chased away her worries as she started at his simple smile. There was something big afoot here and Eddie was the focal point of it. He was so unlike all the others that had been under Pi's wings. The tenderness so causally offered to her was unexpected and it caused a blush to stain her cheeks. She turned her head down to hide it under curtains of pale gold. 

Tangent caught it though and kitten sneezed in disgust. It was up to her to break up whatever sort of moment this was. So she caught Eddie's other hand with her claws and rewarded his kind pets with the application of tiny teeth. As planned the man recoiled with a start and nearly fell out of the chair. She managed just a slip of a cat smile before having to dash down the length of the table scattering papers everywhere. Her mistress would be angry with her for some time, but it had to be done. She heard a stream of French curses chasing after her but kept skittering with all the speed her four legs could manage. The transformed imp sprung off of the table and hit the ground running. In the next instant Tangent was through the door into the kitchen. 

Whatever was at hand had been thrown at the cat, but the remains of Eddie's bagel bounced off of the door. The tender moment was ruined and Belle hovered between relief and fury. She brushed crumbs from her hands and set her hands on her hips. Oh that imp was going to get it later. Like all demonic mistresses she could tug on the ties that bind and demand Tangent come back to her. Though. that wasn't the sort of relationship that they had. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." Eddie licked at his wounds. "She didn't quite draw blood. I guess that they act like cats when they look like them."

"Cats and imps, I am convinced, share a common ancestor." Belle's laugh rang out, light and airy before she took two steps and fell into his lap. She tipped her head back, exposing exquisite throat and letting her hair drape over his shoulder. After a wiggle she got comfortable. "This is very serious business though. Shall I kiss it and make it better?"

In a moment of weakness he offered out his hand. "I know. Very serious. I don't really even understand what I'm working on. I just think... I know it's important."

"Then I shall aid you with it as I may, you have my word. I will even try to stop fighting with Pi." Belle sounded doubtful at the end of her statement. She wrapped both of her small hands around his and lifted it to take a look. The cat scratch was hardly bad at all. The tip of her soft tongue snaked out to brush against it slowly. "I am honored you told me." Instead of confiding in Pi. It made her feel, well, extra special. She ran her wet muscle along the outer edge of his forefinger. Without another word slipped the digit into the warmth of her mouth. The Frenchwoman hollowed her cheeks and pulled slowly on the captured flesh. At the same time, even though emphasis wasn't needed, one of her hands lowered down to the front of Eddie's pants. She raked her nails over the front of his jeans.

Right now she didn't want to think on the oddity she witnessed any longer. It put unfamiliar unease into the pit of her stomach. As Belle figured it having a belly full of steaming man juice would wipe away that feeling. She let the finger go with a husky sort of breath, and then teased it with her teeth. "Génial.I need you in my mouth, my throat."

"I thought you weren't here to seduce me." Eddie moaned and pressed his hips to her hand. The floral scent that rose off of her pale skin was welcoming. Truth be told he was terrified as well and couldn't bring himself to look at the scattered papers. Nor could he bear to look at the laptop as it worked away. Somehow... in a way he could not explain, he knew this was going to lead to something horrifying. Eddie just couldn't stop himself.

"Psh, a woman has every right to change her mind. You should know this by now." 

*****

Ivy's room was far more girlie than Pi expected.

There were of course the requisite NIN, The Clash, and The Sex Pistols posters on the walls. Splashed up there too was an MLP poster and several dried flowers that had to have come from school dances. One creamy white case was full of books for those that dabbled in science – the other stuffed animals and expensive dolls. The four poster bed was probably older than the manor and the computer on ivory-hued desk bleeding edge. Its screen saver apparently never shut off, nude women scrolling across one after another. Ivy plainly was not shy about her sexuality and an open appreciation of the female form. 

This was plainly evident because she'd already pulled Pi's dress from her with a hungry growl and let it pool at the sultry woman's feet. Pi pressed back on the tip of her cute little toes and let herself drop to sit on the edge of the bed. Oh, the satin bedspread was very nice against her tush. Her generous curves jiggled as she watched the punk rock girl. No words were said, she simply bade Ivy to strip with a slow motion of one finger and smoldering look. The lesbian obeyed with a coy little smile. It wasn't that the succubus had bewitched Ivy. The young woman's fiery desire had asphyxiated all other thoughts. Lust was often more powerful than any enchantment and lingered longer than any drug. Pi wasn't worried one bit about what this tryst might bring for the future. Plainly the coupling to come was something driven by pure brazen need, nothing emotional.

It was just what the infernal needed today.

Ivy shimmied from the prim dress, which might as well have been a straight jacket to her. There was a moment where double-sided tape tugged at the flesh of her a-cup chest. By the time it was removed the pale pink nipples had peaked. As boney as the blonde was she was surprisingly toned, perhaps wiry was a better word. Ivy's muscles were hidden by just the right amount of softness. She paused when she got to her hips and looked down with hooded eyes at her own crotch. A show was made of revealing red thong first before the dress fell away. She took a slow step forward, sliding on the ball of a foot. One of her thumbs hooked at the underware's thin band and pulled it aside, teasing. "You are so unbelievably hot, Eloise."

"Why thank you." A purr followed the words as the demoness slid further back onto the bed. Her legs went straight out and she hooked her feet behind Ivy's thighs to pull her closer. The women's gazes didn't meet. Oh no, Pi's dark gaze remained on the forbidden fruit being peeled. "More."

The feminine fiend's demand pulled a husky sigh from Ivy's throat. She nodded and glanced to the other strap as she pulled it away from her English-pale flesh. From there it was just a matter of tugging and letting her shaved cunt gleam with liquid desire. She slid the thong along to the point where it gravity could do most of the work. By the time she was at the edge of the bed and leaning into Pi's embrace she didn't have a shed of clothes on her. Her hands went right to Pi's thighs and then slowly slid up, enjoying every inch of the plush curves presented to her. "Breathtaking."




Long Division



"I hope not." Pi purred with a pleasant jiggling of her bust. "I hardly want you to pass out, yet."

The two shared a challenging smile and then a steamy kiss. Their lips pressed open in a mutual effort to gasp as heated flesh and feminine lines settled against one another. Their bodies contrasted greatly but that made the full press all the more exciting. Pi's soft tongue curled against Ivy's which needed not one ounce of temptation before sliding wet and slow. Their faces tipped in unison so they could fit together all-the-better. Pi scratched her nails across the mortal's sides and then trailed them along the top ridge of her slight ass. Her fingers settled at tailbone only for a moment before sliding up Ivy's spine and with it came a trickle of demonic magic. Not that such was entirely needed to light every millimeter of skin with the tingling of passion, but it couldn't hurt. Ivy had to break the kiss, her back arching and head tipping back as she let out the most exalted sort of sigh.

"It has been a long time for you, has it not?" 

Ivy merely nodded as her cheeks flushed. She wanted to say something more but heavy sighs beaded up one after another as Pi spread kisses across her small tits. There was just enough of a curve to them to stroke lips across and her painfully erect nipples were soothed by the other woman's breath. Of course as soon as the succubus' lips moved away from tense meat she whimpered as the ache returned. Pi was kind enough to kiss one breast again, and suckle this time. Ivy curled one slight hand against the back Pi's skull. "Mmm, right there."

The aristocrat's other hand needed something to so Ivy felt the far heavier curves of Pi's rack and found she rather liked them. There was no envy about how full her lover's figure was. Oh there were times when the slight girl hated the way she looked, but with such attention lavished onto it how could she be anything but satisfied? She tugged at one nipple before letting her hand flatten and knead. More than likely she could play with these all night! With any luck she would.

Pi nuzzled Ivy's prominent breastbone and then kissed her way up to wallow on the hollow of her neck. She lapped like a hungry kitten. "Your hand feels ever so lovely. Oh. Keep that up would you?"

"Only if you keep your mouth there." The human moaned and her hand gripped the soft globe within it. Flames of desire licked along Ivy's bones and wormed their way into her very marrow. She'd not been this wet in years, she was sure. Her head tipped back, her throat rippled with a whimper. The warmth of Pi's tongue sent a cascade of gooseflesh across her skin. She was totally in the demon's thrall. Safely though, one might add.

The direst intention Pi had was to made the other woman cum, and have a smashing good orgasm herself.

It wasn't long before the librarian's fingers wormed between athletic thighs and dove into Ivy's quim. The tight little package spread willingly to the invasion and then sought to keep the digits there as firmly as Ivy directed Pi's head back down to her boobs. With great practice Pi's thumb brushed over aching clit while fingers probed even deeper. It didn't take long for Ivy to start vibrating. Her wiry frame shook so hard she stopped massaging the infernal's tit and instead let her hand meander soft stomach. The sound of the expert finger-bang was sloppy but sheer perfection to both women's ears. Pi shifted how she sat. It was that small motion that drove the girl to slide away. A trail of her desire was left across expensive and tasteful bed spread.

"Oh. I have been a terrible hostess, not looking 

to your own desires." Ivy's 'pout' was anything but rueful. In fact it was downright impish! She rolled away exposing her ass and needy slit. A giggle pushed from her as Pi took the chance to go right back to fingering her. As fantastic as it felt she couldn't let that just go on, it was too hard to concentrate. So she swatted back at the sex-kitten. "Stop that."

"Make me." The older woman loomed over her victim with a glint in her eye a pushed her fingers in deeper, three this time. Oh there was something so very satisfying as the mortal cried out – her face contorting in pleasure as her innards were stretched. Her skinny ass ground back against the pleasure. Pi put so much into each prod that her heavy chest pendulously swayed. Ivy was caught almost as if hypnotized by the display. What lover of the female form wouldn't be when presented with such a dish? Ivy sobbed and tightened her greedy walls against her lover's digits and almost let herself cum. 

"Oh... oh... okay." Somehow the spunky blonde managed to wiggle away and dipped her hand between mattress and baseboard. Out came her bag of tricks and she rolled onto her back with flourish. It was just in time to watch Pi paint her chest with Ivy's sticky honey. She loved the viscous way the fluid pulled between Pi's fingers and the round of one breast. 

The succubus' eyes twinkled with delight. Her voice was a purr of pure damnation. "Oh. What are you going to pull out of your handbag today, Ivy?"

"I..." The slight woman watched the buxom one's hand slip down over comfortable stomach and into lightly furred apex. The very idea of mixing juices set a new fire at the pit of her pussy, even though she conceived that she couldn't have gotten any more aroused. Everything was covered with a shroud of lust and Ivy barely recalled that she unsheathed a knobby toy from the bag. The double sided dildo was held aloft like a knight's weapon. 

"Oh... very devious." Pi continued diddling herself while leaning forward. She started steamy into the mortal's eyes and ran her tongue over the cold plastic crown. Then she flicked at the slit before taking it into her mouth as if it was a real throbbing cock. There was a slick noise as she pulled her hand from between her legs and motioned for Ivy where the other end needed to go. The punk complied without hesitation or shame. She flattened out on her back and pressed the other phallus into her messy cunt. Her hips shifted and she sighed comfortably as she got it to slide in nice and deep. Pi sharply grinned around the sexual aid. Then she curled her hand around its shaft. Instead of stroking it as she would a man's meat she slowly slid it in and out of Ivy while blowing the other side. Her moans were muffled, the human's were free ranged –and loud.

Poor Ivy found herself slipping, both over the edge of control and the bed. She slapped her hands on the footboard. Once a good grip was contained she growled and started pushing her hips hard. It wasn't long before the oversized faux-dick had her bottomed out and stretched wide. Pi likewise took her side of the toy deep into her throat and continued to pretend like she was committing fellatio. She didn't gag, even if she could taste Ivy's desire for such a sound as in pre-cum. 

Was it cheating to be able to see people's fantasies in their fluids? Probably.

Pi positively mewled as she felt tingles of Ivy's explosive orgasm jiggle in the dildo. The fake phallus filled the girl's small sex so completely that there was only the barest trickle of cum that made it out of the sides. For several seconds Ivy forgot even how to breathe as her back arched and shoulders quaked. Finally she let out a ragged cry as the experience hit its peak, and then slumped back to the bed. A fine sheen of sweat spread across her English pale skin. 

The temptress popped her mouth off of her end and licked at it slowly before slinking back. She ended up sprawled at the far end, propped up on pillows. Her own thighs were spread wide and pink even more so. "What are you waiting for?"

"Head, spinning." Ivy giggled in a silly way and then covered her lips. Her cheeks were flushed and eyes filled with dreamy desire. Aftershocks rippled up and down the joystick still wedged within her. She wiggled closer to her desire though, drawn toward the gleaming hole. She had to explore its depth. It wasn't long before one of her leg snaked over the mature woman's, but she was in truth a second round of fucking might just kill her. It would be worth it. 

Pi cooed as the rubber mushroom, still wet with her own spit, slid against her slit. Once she was properly scissored with the lesbian the fiend didn't hesitate. She slipped the dildo into her own snatch and cuddled right up to the other woman's groin. "There that is – OH!" Her whole body jiggled as Ivy started screwing her. Back she fell into the pillows and curled one close. Their hips ground against one another without any worry. The feeling of filling and being filled at the same time was what they both craved, both needed, both received. For her part the succubus forgot what it was like to play with sex aides. It was like a breath of fresh air. That was if she could breathe. Her lungs were strangled with pleasure as her labia rubbed against Ivy's. Neither side of the double-sided magic wand could go any deeper, but Pi was riding high on the tide of satisfaction. The knobs put just the right sort of texture against her messy tunnel. The pressure against her cirvex was just right, and then her spot was struck by the grinding dong as she turned her hips a few inches to the left. 

Ivy's legs tightened against her, tiny toes pressing against the small of stately back. Pi's own cute foot brushed at one of the girl's tiny breasts. It wasn't long before both of them shook, fully taken by waves of painful ecstasy. Pi was the first to come down, her breath husky and body occasional wracked by aftershocks. She licked at her lips.

The demoness had gotten her itch scratch and it left her feeling immensely satisfied. Edward Vance could sit in that massive lonely manor bored to tears for the rest of the day for all she cared. She suspected even now he was regretting not coming. 

*****

"You're hair is so soft." It was the first thing Eddie could think of saying after spilling his seed down Belle's throat.

In response the demon princess merely hummed in sweet delight. She nuzzled the side of his half-erect cock with her cheek before lapping up a freely oozing essence from his tip. Part of Belle was aware she had a few errant dribbles of cum across her demure cheek, and that part was thrilled. Her mouth was salty from Eddie's rod – her throat and stomach warm. Her well-manicured nails stroked under his balls before rested his chin on his thigh. The man's jeans were barely splayed open. Her panties were soaked but she didn't need an orgasm to be happy. Bringing such joy to the mathematician was pleasure enough. The way his hand felt in her hair, even if it was relaxed now, well she'd call it heavenly if she wasn't a creature of Hell. She turned her sparkly gaze up to his face. 

"What?" He spoke soft and flicked her cornsilk bangs in front of her gaze

The Frenchwoman giggled and puffed them back out of the way with her breath. "That was very nice, is all. It was good for you?"

"Oui."

"Oui, he says." She threw back her head and laughed. Unlike Pi, the daughter of Sloth, couldn't gain any insight from spilled juices. There were other ways she had to glean though. One of which was drinking breath but she was too content where she was at the moment. Besides she had glimpsed what drove Eddie. It terrified her, thrilled her at the same time. Belle rested he cheek on his leg again. Her soft breath tickled at his testicles. 

Eddie leaned back in the chair. "Yes. Oui."

Silence stretches several minutes before he spoke up again. "So."

She fluttered elegant lashes. "So?" 

"Can I ask you a few questions?" He scratched at the scruff on his chin. 

Belle nodded and slipped from where she knelt. The moment had past and it was time to be comfortable. With a dancer's grace she settled in the chair across from him. Her slim legs folded at the knee. 

"Good. So. What sort of demon are you?" His query was a bit sheepish.

At first there was just a pretty smile hanging on the woman's lips. Then Belle shrugged with a slow roll of shoulders. "I do not know what Pi told you, Edward. I am the daughter of the Prince of Sloth, crafted by his hand."

"See. That's something I don't get." He worked 

tucking his dick back in and zipping up. It wasn't easy to ignore her pout. "If you and your father represent Sloth. Well, you are so energetic and he had to have some drive to 'craft' you. I have to admit I don't get that either. I don't suppose I can look."

"Only if you agree to fuck me when you are able to get hard again." There was no waiting for a response. Belle stood and removed her clothing swiftly. Great care was taken as the threads were damn expensive. She folded then slowly, giving her an erotic if domestic show. Her poor pussy was dripping with pent up need. "I think you will find most of the Deadly do not reflect the sin they pedal, no matter what is shown in popular fiction." 

He watched with rapt attention as petite wings peeled through the skin over her shoulder blades like a butterfly's wings filling for the first time. She gave them a good shake as her already fair skin lost all color. Exquisite horns curved away from her forehead, slicing up through fine hair akin to flowers turning toward life-giving sun. She arched her back with a feminine sigh of relaxation, rump pressing backward. From her tailbone a cat-like tail made out of skeletal steel pieces uncoiled. It came to a fine tip, unlike Pi's. While it was plainly artificial it moved with a sense of life. She stamped one foot as toes melded into one another leaving metal hooves erupted from scar tissue behind. They were her only unbecoming feature. The furnaces of Pandemonium burned in her eye sockets as she turned to look at him. The damned royal held her hands to the side and crossed one leg in front of the other, so very poised. "Well? Do we have a deal? As you can see, I am terribly wet."

"Well." Eddie rubbed as his throat before motioning her closer with a lazy beckoning of fingers. "If you let me take you like you are, yes."

"Do you have a demon fetish, my Génial?" She spoke with deep amusement. Like a classy stripper she walked back over to him and claimed his lap. One of her nails, now shimmering silver, was run across his lower lip.

"Maybe?" It was the best response he could 

give. 

Belle grinned and gracefully shrugged. "As to my own... nature. I was made to bring idleness to Mankind via all his lovely toys. The more convenient the life of those of Dust become the more time they spend on diversions, even at the sacrifices of doing a good days work. Social networking and the games involved, oh, you cannot imagine how much taint that spreads across the globe now. Quite fantastic, really. So I have to be... perky, progressive and aggressive to make sure technology moves forward. 

"I get that from papa, he is the prince of sloth yes, but also the patron of ingenious and insidious inventions. I am the crown pinnacle of his achievement I have to say so – so do not believe my siblings if you ever run into them. As to why, before you ask it." She hushed him with a press of one finger and winked one burning eye. "Every man has the desire for children, most of them anyway. If not of flesh and blood then they wish to create some manner of legacy. As a rule, demons and their halo'ed kin are sterile. He had to build his children. As we are not really creatures of Hell we have an easier time coming to and interacting with Creation. So many reasons packed into one body."

"A lovely body at that." He curled his large hands against her small sides.

Her breath was full of pretty bell tones. "Why thank you." 

"So how are you made then?" Slowly Eddie ran his hands up and down the pallid woman's sides. "You're bones feel, odd."

"They are crafted from hell-forged and enchanted iron. So they are as light as human bones but with the most complicated of gears, struts and other structures so I have a mmm... full and flexible range of movement." Belle rolled her hips for lewd emphasis. Then she offered one arm for him to inspect. "Go on, examine my elbow."

After a swallow Eddie complied. As he knew what to look for he soon felt the tiny cogs turning under her skin along what might be pistons gliding within meat. It was odd because the Frenchwoman still felt warm, alive. Was it any stranger than a succubus or witch? Certainly not. He had to wonder what other fantastical women he was going to meet. He glided his soft palm along her forearm, noting how her skin pebbled, her breath caught and nipples perked. "Marvelous."

"I know." She winked again. It would be more correct to say that the pinprick of flame in her socket winked out as she closed her eyelid. That was neither really here nor there.

His next question was the natural one to follow. Eddie wondered if perhaps it was better not to know the answer, but he had to ask. "So what about the skin, muscles?" 

"There is no shortage of such bits laying around the Circles of Hell. I am not crafted from such a vile crop, not to worry. Papa struck a deal with Amon, the Prince of Wrath, for access to the pools of boiling blood. It was from that unholy liquid poured into a mold I was formed." There was no lack of pride in the demon princess' tone. It was as if she expected Eddie to be impressed.

Instead he was perplexed, a bit disturbed, but hid it well. It didn't matter how Belle was made. Only that she was in his lap and naked now. That explained why she had a vindictive streak toward Pi, Belle was literally grown from the soil of Wrath. He decided to take a more discrete path, though. "Wrath? I don't see that at all. So there is a Prince for each deadly sin?"

"Uh. Oui. How can you not know that with a succubus in your home and a witch for a cousin?" One of her pale brows arched in a dainty manner.

Sheepishly he continued to rub her arm. "I was an atheist before this all began."

"A man after my own heart." She giggled once more.

"Which is made out of?" As the geek asked the question he tapped on her sternum and then slid his fingers over the spot. Whatever answer Belle had he didn't hear. As soon as his fingertips connected his sense were assailed by a fresh fugue. He didn't need to ask any more questions as to Bellephagoria's origins. Suddenly they were splayed before his sense like an open book. Save of course that half of the 'tome' was written in magical script and the other in mathematical terms. As before it appeared in blood red script floating in the air. The woman was a wonder of engineering. The human skeletal structure had been imitated, and improved on. Her organs were nothing like anything he had inside of them. They were all misshapen lumps of meat which performed the functions needed to keep the woman running. Many of them baffled him at first before their purpose bloomed in his mind. In fact he no longer realized there was a stunningly beautiful and naked woman in his lap.

Level by level down to every last sinew and thread of magic Belle became something like a blue print before him. She was lacking one essential part, a soul. After all she was not a human, she didn't have free will. She was crafted by her 'father' just as he had been made by God. Then again humans were made from simple dust weren't they? Eddie didn't know what to believe anymore. 

His other hand moved and started to trace and adjust the sanguine symbology that floated before him. Math. She was based on math, or was it magic? He was starting to feel that in the end it was all one in the same. Part of the geek was tempted to adjust this string of numbers, or that, just to see what would happen. He wondered if he would be able to 'improve' her. What if he ruined her? Worse yet what if he succeeded? Why had this never happened with Pi...?

A slap to the face jarred him from the haze, but it still took a couple of blinks for him to fully regain his faculties. He winced as he found Belle's gaze nearly literally burning into his skull. "Sorry."




Long Division



"What happened?" Her voice rolled out with nothing but tender apology for the strike. The demon princess tipped in and feathered kisses on his reddened skin. "You became distant, your eyes full of wonder. Did you see those sigils again?"

He nodded mutely and slid his fingers down to her shapely stomach. The muscles he was just mapping out a moment ago contracted as she wiggled, a sudden ticklishness rioting across her palest of skin.

"What this time, mmm? Oh my poor Edward." Belle stroked fingers through his mop and even nuzzled that lousy beard. "More spatial relations?"

"No."

She didn't fancy how quiet he was, nor how he turned his gaze to the side. "What?"

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Hungry? I know I am."

When her devastating pout didn't drag the truth from him Belle pretended to let it go with a shrug. The topic was filed away so it could be brought up later. Even if she was a machine forged in the circles of Hell, she was still a woman. They did that. "I would like to remind you that I am all full. Well not all full. Someone promised me a hard fuck. You are not going to go back on your word, oui?"

"I said once I'm hard again." He countered. "Food will give me the energy too."

After a huff she slid out of his lap and stalked away. Every step accentuated her erotic and noble lines. There was nothing as well built on Earth or in Hell than Bellephagoria. As she loved her wings shifted and twitched to keep her balance. "So you say. I suppose I shall have to believe you, non?"

"Yep." He sat there admiring the view. It was plain to him that the Frenchwoman wanted to be admired. Then again what woman didn't want to be? To be admired was to be cherished, sought after, needed. Something like that anyway. Eddie stood, still clothed, and didn't make any effort to join her in nude galavanting. He was not nearly as comfortable with his own body as she. 

"I will hold you to it." After casting a wink back over her shoulder Belle paused, at the door. "This way to the kitchen, oui? I do hope that you know how to cook. That is one skill I have never been able to master."

"I can boil water and scramble eggs. So I'm sure that I can figure something out. Besides I think we've still got leftovers."

Her musical laughter danced all through the house. 

Men, they never changed. 

FIN