A Taste of Hell: Yosepha

~~Author's Note~~

Welcome. "A Taste of Hell" is a mini series of small novelettes, each told from a unique point of view of side characters in my upcoming main series "The Pleasures of Hell", a fantasy adventure set in Hell. While the main series will have two PoVs, both human (brother and sister) and not featured in this series, these prologue/bonus chapters will give curious readers a taste of this setting from the view of the various angels and demons that populate it, and a taste of the erotic elements.

These chapters are entirely optional. No need to read them if you'd prefer to go into the main series blind.

Erotically, "A Taste of Hell", and "The Pleasures of Hell", will focus largely on monster girls and monster boys, usually paired with someone not monster-y. Expect lots of kinks to be explored, with exaggerated proportions, size difference, deep/large penetration, harems and/or reverse harems, and plenty of others. There'll be fantasies for dominant and submissive readers alike. Erotic scenes that are particularly long and descriptive will be bracketed with ♥♥♥ /♥♥♥. If you're not looking for a juicy scene, skim the dialog in these sections so you don't miss anything important.

As for this chapter, I may have gone a little (lot) overboard on the sex. It happens, I apologize! But it's a good chapter for exploring some of the more monstery aspects of the sex in this series.

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~~Three years before the Arrival~~

~~Yosepha~~

She was Yosepha, born of the Heavenly Island Ravid, and one of the mikalim angels. Battle called to her. The sword and shield of Michael flowed in her blood. She would die upon the planes of Hell, defending the gates of Heaven from demons of grand design and delusions of power both.

Except, here she stood, bored and waiting in one of the adult caretaker sanctums of the Ravid island, one of the last places she wanted to be, and frowning at her friend Janiya. It wasn't that she had a problem with sanctums. The angels within performed many services for the humans, of all ages, depending on the sanctum. Some played with the children who died too young. Some tended the war torn, and soothed the wounds on their souls. Some jousted verbally with the quick witted, or played games with the humans who wanted to spend their time in Heaven enjoying themselves, until they decided their time had come to move on.

It was just, this particular sanctum was one where the humans came to satisfy their sexual desires, an adult sanctum, and Yosepha did not want to be here. For many humans, sex was a great way for them to heal the damage to their souls. For others, sex was a game, one of many they wished to play to enjoy their time in the afterlife, until they were ready to move on. Janiya preferred to work with the humans who had suffered while alive, and who needed a gentle, sexual touch, to heal. And when her patient started to heal, she indulged their newfound joy with increasingly erotic treatment.

The white marble around them, with hanging drapes of almost clear silk, and open archways that allowed the eternal sky to shine light into the sanctum, was beautiful. The gold vines that swirled and lined each curve of the building shone brilliantly in the white rays of Heaven's light. This sanctum, meant for humans old enough to understand and appreciate sexuality, could not be entered or seen into by children, for which Yosepha was thankful; she couldn't stand the little brats. But there were plenty of things in the sanctum to annoy her regardless.

Yosepha sighed, and looked up and away from her friend, and the human man on her lap. But Janiya's sigh of pleasure brought Yosepha's eyes back, and despite herself, she found herself watching.

Janiya sat within one of the pools, with no roof above to hide them from Heaven's sky. The water reached her waist, where a man's head and shoulders rested on her thighs, his legs out on the bench built into the white marble pool's wall. Naked, the man sighed softly into one of Janiya's enormous, pale breasts, and nudged his face into it where it sat against his lips and nose. Janiya's breasts, utterly ridiculous in size, were more than capable of reaching the man's face on her lap, her left breast covering most of it. And when she leaned forward a little, her long red hair stirring behind her, she helped guide her nipple into the man's mouth.

The human man was plenty tall, six feet, but Janiya was an angel, standing six and a half feet tall; average height for an angel of female tilt. The large man was more than well kept in her hands, and he sighed his own pleasure into her soft breast as she made sure to press it down against his face. With her wings relaxed against her back, Janiya stroked the man's long black hair against the back of his head with her left hand, combing it through the water, while her right hand gently stroked his hard penis, just under the surface of the hot pool.

After fifteen minutes of watching this coddling, Yosepha groaned loud enough for her friend to look at her.

"Janiya, come now, can't you do this another time? I wanted to speak to you," Yosepha said. The humans had all the years they wished, to satisfy their desires. Their endless indulgences could wait.

The damnable woman smiled up from the pool at her, emerald eyes shining under wet strands of red hair. She shifted her shoulders a bit, large, soft wings resettling against her back and where they met the wall of the pool, and she shivered as she leaned back again. Even leaning back, the soft woman's ridiculous breasts were large enough to reach the man's face and bury it, so he could continue suckling on her, while she massaged his girth.

"You may speak. Jomei is relaxing."

Relaxing, right. The Asian fellow definitely looked relaxed.

Yosepha rolled her eyes, and looked across the small pool to another angel who sat with his patient. Masada was a beautiful angel of male tilt, and well over seven feet tall, slightly taller than angels of male reflections. Short brown hair, azure eyes, tan skin, and the musculature of any mikalim. He was no mikalim, but he looked the part, save for the gentle, tender look in his dreamy eyes.

Like Janiya, he sat on the ledge built into the pool wall, water up to his waist, and like Janiya, his patient sat on his lap. Unlike Janiya, his patient was a human woman, and rather than rest her head on the man's lap, she leaned back and away from Masada's chest so she rested horizontal along the surface of the water. Masada held the small, blond woman's hips, and he gently eased her back and forth in the water, slowly sinking her down onto his shaft until her body accepted every inch of him, before he just as slowly eased her off half his length. Back and forth along the surface of the water, the human woman let out quiet whimpers and moans, as she melted into what looked like a very soothing, pleasing pace.

Of course, Masada was massive compared to her, and angels were well endowed relative to humans, even relative to their own size. There was a discernible bulge along the small woman's belly showing how much her caretaker filled her, a sensation she obviously enjoyed. Leaning back as she was, Yosepha didn't have to lean over very far to get a peek at how much the woman's smooth, tiny slit was spread around the angel's thick girth, spread utterly taut, and how her juices coated him; the water of the pool would not wash such fluids away, such was the adults' sanctum pool.

"Masada," Yosepha said with a grumpier tone than she meant. Ah well, too late now. "Be careful with the poor girl."

"I have been taking care of Jennifer for years," Masada said, and he smiled up at Yosepha with the same damn, perfectly patient and charming smile as Janiya, before he slowly, tenderly, eased the woman down and down onto his long length, until her lips met the base of his girth. The distension along her belly reached past her navel. "I know what she likes."

Jennifer managed to open her eyes enough to smile up at Yosepha and nod, before she closed them again. She whimpered, obviously struggling to manage how deep the angel penetrated, and how thick he was. But Masada was right, he knew what he was doing. Which of course made Yosepha all the more uncomfortable, standing around, watching two angels and two humans enjoying themselves.

Yosepha didn't normally have much of a sex life, but her last encounter had etched sex so deeply into her mind, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Even watching Masada now, an angel she never really thought about in a sexual manner, was stimulating. The way he held onto the small human, and penetrated her so deeply...

Yosepha took two steps back to stand over and beside Janiya's shoulders, and let out an annoyed groan, hoping to grab her friend's attention. Janiya ignored her. In fact, her friend sighed heavy bliss, let go of her patient's length, and instead used her right hand to stroke her free breast. Fingers gently plucked and softly pinched the swollen, pink nipple, while the man on her lap suckled away, earning some more groans of pleasure from her. She quivered, and her moans turned into light mewls, betraying a creature as grand and powerful as her.

But soon her noises settled, and she relaxed back against the pool wall as she took her patient's penis back into her grip.

"Really, Janiya?" Masada asked from across the small pool. "Orgasm, before your patient?"

Janiya laughed, a soft and fluttering sound, shrugged, and stroked her patient's head lovingly, as well as his length. "Jomei refuses to let me treat him without indulging me."

Yosepha grumbled under her breath, quiet enough to keep the two chuckling angels from hearing her. Damn gabriem. She sat down on the edge of the pool, and let her bare feet dip into the warm water. Everyone else was naked, but she wore her white silk robes and jewelry, and it'd be staying that way, no matter how many times they invited her into the water.

Unlike her friend, Yosepha was of dark skin, with short curly black hair. At slightly over six feet tall, she was shorter than most angels of female reflection, and she carried a little more muscle on her lithe frame than the soft Janiya.

Plenty of the humans desired Yosepha, and more than a few had asked if she wished to join them in the adults' sanctum. They said they liked her obsidian eyes, her sharp face, and often said things like 'her ass was to die for'; the pun was not humorous. She said no. She had little interest in most humans. Though, watching Masada with his patient now, she had to admit there was a certain appeal in her smaller, frailer body compared to the angel's. But not enough to draw her sexual desires.

The things that did...

Sighing, she got up, and stepped over to one of the nearby mirrors, tall enough for any angel. Angels within sanctums were always in their rest state, holding the potram rune in their minds that came naturally when they weren't fighting, or debating. Yosepha's garb with potram was lovely, a white silk robe that left her arms exposed, gold bracelets and chains that circled her wrists, biceps, her tiny belly, her ankles, and several gold necklaces and earrings. Gold mascara and lipstick as well, all part of the presentation of her potram and her latest reflection.

Romakus said he loved the way the gold contrasted her dark skin.

She shivered, rubbed her arms, and looked over her shoulder to Janiya. The man in her lap had gotten up, stood in front of her, and now merrily thrust his length between her breasts as she sat for him. The girl on Masada's length now sat upright, and pressed her chest to his body, hugging him, and bouncing on him desperately. There were other couples in the pool, humans, quiet in the presence of angels. Some were masturbating, and others engaged each other sexually. They'd also worked themselves closer to climax, until even their hushed voices were laced with moans.

Rolling her eyes, Yosepha leaned against a pillar overlooking the pool, and watched. Just because she didn't have a particular desire to join them, didn't mean the sight wasn't slowly growing on her. Janiya and Masada were gorgeous, and ridiculously charming. Heaven knew what it was doing when it birthed them, and the other gabriem. Humans melted at the sight of them.

Yosepha smiled down at the small woman on Masada's lap, and how, despite her attempts to take a more aggressive role, she was quickly overwhelmed and forced to lean back, limp in Masada's hands. The human was tiny, compared to the angel. It was easy to imagine Yosepha on Masada's lap, except, not Masada. Romakus. His huge hands on her body, his titanic wings burying her in shadow.

Yosepha shivered, and watched.

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"I think you should avoid him, Yosepha," Janiya said, shaking her head as she slipped her toga back on.

Tell her? Don't tell her? She wanted to. It ached, not telling her friend what happened. But it was better to get her opinion without bias, as painful as it might be.

"He helped me defeat several devorjin, Jan. And we both know he's working for the Damall."

"The council has officially ordered all angels to consider the Damall as dangerous, and not to be trusted."

"I did! I treated him as hostile when I first met him. But... but he saved me." She hugged herself, rubbing her bare arms where her white robe didn't cover. Her fingers trailed over the gold bracelets around her biceps, and she fiddled with them as she looked down.

"Yosepha, any mother could see you're hiding something."

Yosepha rolled her eyes. Janiya wasn't a mother, though the gabriem certainly had a habit of thinking of themselves as parents.

"I talked to him, ok? After... after the fight."

Sighing, Janiya sat on her bed. High in one of the white towers of Ravid's gold city, Yosepha stood in one of the open archways, half a mile above the streets of gold. An angel flew by, and then another, mostly gabriem heading to various sanctums to spend time with the humans. Games, sex, the socializing sanctums were always popular. But there were other sanctums as well, where angels helped humans overcome the damage to their souls, often with nothing more than an open ear and open arms. It was the children, who often needed those sanctums.

"What lies did the serpent spin?"

"He didn't lie. There was little to lie about."

Janiya joined her in the archway, sliding the clear silk that hung from above aside as she did. "Yosepha, I can't imagine he wasn't trying to manipulate you in some way."

"Why would he? The Damall have been killing demons for centuries."

"Demons have been killing demons for centuries. Why should we treat the Damall any different now?"

"Because we've worked with them before. They've proven they're trustworthy."

"We have never worked with them. Sharing a goal does not necessitate cooperation." Janiya sighed and shook her head. "Perhaps they simply bide their time, until they can steal a spire for themselves."

There was no denying how terrifying a thought that was. Someone like Romakus, with the power of a spire in his grip, would be dangerous indeed. But, worse than any of the spire rulers Heaven currently contended with? She didn't know. But, Romakus didn't rule the Damall. No one knew who did, and the idea of a mysterious figure no angel knew of, becoming a spire ruler, was even more horrifying.

"Then all the better I learn what I can from Romakus. I don't intend to share any information with him."

Her friend shook her head. "It could end poorly for you, Yosepha. Just because you tell him nothing, doesn't mean he might not... hurt you, or worse."

"As you said, the council has ordered they be treated as dangerous and not to be trusted. I am doing just that. However, the council has made no decree blocking me from seeing Romakus again." The council made few decrees, but no angel that wished to stay in Heaven could go against the rules of the council. Luckily for her and her plans, the rules were not specific enough to prevent her from speaking with members of the Damall.

The few rules that existed were enough to protect the human souls, and maintain the balance of the Great Tower. Little else was needed. Protect Heaven and ensure it continued to perform its purpose, all rules served that goal. The rules said nothing about angels and demons interacting with each other, as long as it didn't violate council decrees.

"Arioch--"

"Cannot order me to do anything, Janiya, and you know that." The horns had not been sounded. There was no war. Yosepha was free to do as she wished, and Arioch could not command otherwise. If she wanted to scout the vortex, she could. If she wanted to visit Hell, and risk her neck on her own foolhardy goals, she could.

"I wasn't going to suggest he could. But Arioch is clearly concerned about you, Yosepha. This will be, what, your tenth excursion in the past year?"

She sighed and nodded. It was true.

"Others may be willing to let the demons amass, but I'm not."

"I understand you're restless, Yosepha. But why are you willing to risk your life on a whim?"

"It's no whim. The Damall are amassing, and Romakus is willing to speak to me. I have to learn more." And save the fool's life, if she found him in the same circumstance as last time. "If the council refuses to order our forces, and Arioch refuses to acknowledge the threat, I will deal with it myself."

Janiya grabbed her wrist. "Please, friend, you are one angel."

Smiling, Yosepha turned and pat her friend on the shoulder with the other hand. "Then come with me?"

"You know my place is here."

"You are not bound to this place."

"No, but I would not forsake the souls here. I do not want to. They need my help, Yosepha. You may not feel for the humans as I do, but please understand that they have earned their place here."

"It need not be for long. A week. Maybe two."

Janiya shook her head. "And if something happened to me? I am sorry, dear friend, but my place is here, taking care of the souls within."

Yosepha would never understand Janiya, or any of the gabriem. But then, that was how it should be, how the creator had intended it to be. Yosepha was mikalim, and it would do her no better to fault Janiya for her heritage than it would for her friend to fault her for hers, and her need to fight.

"Do you truly think it impossible for a demon to be trustworthy?"

After a long, heavy sigh, Janiya let go of her wrist. "No. But only a fool would consider it a wise choice to trust one before they've earned it, Yosepha."

"Of course. This will take time, but I think it would be more foolish to simply ignore what the creature has to say. I will be careful, and take every precaution before I so much as suggest cooperation with the brute. But... I will speak with him again."

Nodding, Janiya kissed her on each cheek, and bid her farewell.

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Bookmark: I saved your life, well I saved yours!

Yosepha flew back to her room. It was plenty large, a single floor of one of the many great white towers, and each outer wall comprised of numerous arches that served as windows and entrances. She pulled closed her white curtains for each window, announcing to her fellow angels that she wished for privacy. Sighing, she stood in front of a grand mirror, framed in spirals of gold, and she admired her reflection's reflection.

She was more fond of this body compared to her old one. The dark skin and lean frame, and short, dark curly hair, were lovely. A sleek and mischievous face with obsidian eyes. The gold tattoos that many angels' reflections bore these days, both angels and humans found them beautiful; as it should be. The gold lipstick, gold eye shadow, and gold fingernails, the gold and silver earrings, necklaces, rings, and belly chain, all given to her by her latest reflection and its potram rune. Upon receiving the new reflection, she had been delighted by its elegant beauty and contrasting colors.