To Hell and Back Again Ch. 06

"Good choice." Logan nodded and held up a coin. "Start by telling me who this handsome devil is."

"That is Asmodeus." She replied. "Prince of lust and lord of all you see."

"Lord of Hell?"

The demon looked at him as if he had said something stupid. "Lord of the Second Circle."

"Second Circle?" Logan nodded. "Ah, suddenly, this all makes a lot more sense! It's like that book I read in high school... something Inferno... Dante's Inferno! That was it. So, nine circles of hell? Different sin on each level kind of thing?"

The Succubus reluctantly nodded.

"Circle of Lust. Well, that explains all the fucking going on around here. And each circle is ruled by a prince?" He asked.

"Yes." She replied. Beauty's hand cracked hard across the back of her head. "No." She amended with a death glare at Beauty. "Seven Princes. The lowest level is the domain of Lord Satan himself. The highest level is called Limbo and has no prince. Satan has granted dominion of that realm to the Lucifer."

She glanced up at Logan with a gleam in her purple eyes. She looked him up and down. "I can see you live like an animal. It doesn't have to be that way. The Princes of Hell are always plotting and fighting against each other. Always looking for an advantage. You would be just such an advantage."

She nodded. Logan could see the gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Oh, yes. Lord Asmodeus is said to be very clever and to value two things above all, strength and loyalty. He would reward me with wealth and titles to bring you to him. And you..." The demon smiled.

"Agree to serve him and Asmodeus will grant all you could desire. Power, luxuries, endless pussy; it could all be yours. I can help make that happen."

Logan paused to consider her words. "Interesting. So then, according to you, humans can hold positions of power just like demons?"

For a brief moment, a look of distaste passed across her features, and then it was gone as if it had never been. "Some few exceptional souls, yes." But I don't like it, her expression had said.

Logan nodded. "Good to know. Guess I'll just have to kill them too."

*****

Karen watched the interrogation happen through a fog of disbelief. She watched the captured succubus tempt with poisonous charms and veiled promises one minute, and threaten unending pain with the next breath. Yet neither Logan nor Beauty seamed to care about either.

That made no sense to her. Did they not understand the danger? Perhaps not to Beauty. She was also a demon. She couldn't possibly understand. But Logan...

Karen could make no sense of the man. There was no fear in his eyes, no weight of hopelessness dragging at his shoulders. He spoke with such determination and walked as if the world must yield to him and not the other way around.

He had rescued her from a demon, with the help of another demon that he had somehow befriended, which was, in itself, impossible. Later he provided shelter, and even food, helped her regain clarity and some sense of identity back, again with the help of his pet demon. All without asking for or expecting anything in return except her thoughts and observations.

Why?

Then, when confronted by the possibility of discovery by a flying demon, rather than hide as any reasonable human soul would, he had declared his intention to fight back, to hunt the hunter. It was insanity!

How did he not understand? This was Hell. Resistance was unthinkable. Rebellion was unimaginable.

And yet... here they were. Standing over a defeated and captured demon. Just one of many, if he was to be believed.

It would seem Logan's insanity was contagious because somehow, he had talked her into trying to lure the demon out of the sky- on purpose! Who would do such a thing? Apparently it seemed, she would. Karen blamed such a foolish decision on his kind smile and big, green eyes.

But she had done it! Today terror did not send her scurrying into cover. Today she had fought back against her infernal oppressors and won.

That was what Logan did to her when he was around. Somehow, he made the impossible... possible, and in the process of doing so, cracked the darkness of her despair, letting in a single, thin ray of light. Not enough that she dared to call it hope, not yet. Karen had known too much pain, for too long, to consider anything so optimistic. But at least enough for a small voice to whisper questions in the dark of her soul.

Was hope possible? Was there potentially an end to endless suffering?

So many contradictions. So many impossible possibilities when Logan was near, with his sweet smile and broad shoulders. It was all so wondrous and terrifying. Wondrous because she had never imagined feeling this way. Terrifying because this was Hell, and anything that tasted of joy could not long survive.

"I could help you. Negotiate on your behalf." The beautiful monster was suggesting.

Cold panic and hot anger ran through Karen. Anger that the creature would think Logan so stupid as to believe her. Panic that he might.

Her fears were foolish, of course. He was too smart to fall victim to poisoned promises. Logan waved his dagger at the demon from where he knelt. The beast wisely chose silence.

Good! Karen thought with fierce joy. You're not calling the shots anymore, you evil bitch. Look at you squirm!

"Anything I want, huh?" Logan was saying. "Can he offer me a way out of Hell? No? Then fuck off, lady."

Except the beast wasn't exactly squirming, was she? Was it another attempted seduction? No, her movements were too subtle and too lacking in grace for that. The demon almost seemed to be twitching, or pulling...

Karen's eyes went wide. "Logan, watch out!"

The demon, suddenly free of her restraints, jumped forward, slashing at him. Logan cursed in surprise, fell back, and fell over in his abrupt haste to get away. Claws narrowly missed. The tail did not. Whip like, it cracked across Logan's face as the demon spun about.

Beauty tackled the succubus a heartbeat later, and they fought like angry tigers, but her grip was tenuous. The enemy demon had the element of surprise on her side and managed to shake Beauty off. The enemy gave no thought to either female. Her murderous gaze was set on Logan as he struggled to rise to his feet. His dagger lay many feet away. It might as well have been miles.

Beauty dove on her again, driving them both to the ground in a brutal tangle of claws and savagery. Karen watched as one demon tried to kill her friend, and another fought to save him. The impossible made possible, all over again.

Fear washed over Karen. Not fear for herself, not even for Logan. It was the terror of sudden comprehension, knowing that if Logan died, she would once again and forever after be alone. Desperation, hot and wild, burned the fear away.

Karen would later not remember reaching for and feeling the weight of Logan's dagger in her fist. She would not recall charging forward, dagger held high, and a scream of berserk rage on her lips.

What she would remember is how the blade felt stabbing through flesh and scraping past bone, again and again. Watching the light fade out of those evil, purple eyes. More than anything, she would not forget that moment of fierce triumph when she fought back and was a victim no more.

*****

They return to the cave in good spirits. Today felt like a victory, especially it seemed, for Karen. No one had expected such a fierce response from her, least of all Karen herself.

Logan was happy for her and very damned grateful. Without her surprising intervention, the plan, his plan, might have ended on a far more tragic note. There was no one to blame except himself, of course. Had he been more concerned about the prisoner and less about the loot, the escape could have been prevented.

I have to do better. Logan thought. There is no margin for error. Another mistake like that could get someone killed.

He made an effort to shake off grim thoughts and smile. He owed Karen that much. This was her moment of triumph, and he would not ruin that for her.

"So, Karen the slayer..." Logan winked at her.

Karen looked at her feet and blushed like a schoolgirl, but she also grinned. She had a nice smile. Hopefully, they would see a lot more of it from here on out.

"We should celebrate." Logan went on. "Let us feast! Let's see..." Logan tapped thoughtfully in his lower lip. "We have cooked bristle pig, smoke strips of bristle pig, and... oh yes, burnt bristle pig."

Beauty smiled. Karen giggled.

"It doesn't matter," Karen replied. "You do recall that I did not even remember the taste of food before meeting you, don't you?" She looked up at Logan. "I'm beginning to remember a lot about me, thanks to you." She turned and smiled at Beauty. "And to you. I have not forgotten what you did for me and I don't think I ever got around to saying thank you, so... thank you very much, Beauty."

"Welcome." Beauty replied.

"Well cum, indeed." Logan chortled.

Karen gave him a long look, then burst into laughter. Beauty tilted her head and looked from one to the other.

"It's a joke. A pun." Logan explained. Beauty just kept staring at him. Logan waved his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I'll explain the concept later." He looked at the demon. "I suppose we have a lot to talk about."

"Talk. Yes." She agreed.

Once back in the safety of the cavern, he touched Karen on the shoulder. "I need to speak with Beauty. Will you be alright on your own for a while?"

"Of course." She smiled. "Go."

He found Beauty soaking every nubile inch of her naked, lavender body in the hot springs. It reminded Logan of his own grime. He proceeded to strip and wash himself clean in the lower pool before climbing into the higher pool with her. Her golden, lantern eyes watched him go through the motions, revealing nothing of her thoughts.

Logan sighed as he settled into the steaming water. He finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence. " I have you to thank, as much as Karen, for saving my ass out there. Your quick tackle made the difference. Beauty, you are quick, and strong, and damned effective, all without any training. With you, it's all instincts."

She cocked her head. "Instincts?"

He nodded. "It is... who you are. What you are." Logan heaved a great sigh. "Like how you feed. Honey, you did not do anything wrong. The venom in your saliva is just part of who and what you are. I might as well be angry at you for being purple."

"Logan angry." She agreed. "Beauty not understand."

"Yeah, I guessed as much." He splashed water on his face and blinked at her. "What I am trying to say is I was wrong to be angry, and I apologize. You are the best thing that has happened to me since arriving in this shit hole. I could not do this without you. Forgive me?"

Beauty slid through the water with hardly a ripple and settled her body against his. "Forgive." She smiled. "But what does "apologize" mean?"
"To regret something you did or said. To want to make it better." He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "Kind of like this."

She purred and molded her curves against his naked flesh. "I like this apologizing."

"Then you will really like make-up sex."

It felt very fine to hold Beauty in his arms again. It felt right, like snapping a piece back into the jigsaw puzzle of his crazy life. They laughed and kissed. Kissing led to touching.

To his great surprise, Beauty pulled away. She glanced across the cavern at the other woman sitting in front of their tiny fire and then back at Logan. "Karen is alone."

"You're right." He grunted and attempted to ignore his dick playing periscope in the water. "What are we thinking? Maybe we can sneak away later tonight after she goes to sleep?"

Beauty kissed him and stood. He watched streams of water cascade down her generous curves and left her lavender flesh gleaming in the orange crystal light. After a moment, it occurred to him that she had spoken but he had not heard a word.

Logan pulled his eyes up from her luscious curves to the amused expression on her face. "What was that?" he asked.

"Relax." She repeated. "Finish get clean."

"No argument from me." He grinned.

Logan enjoyed the view of her climbing out, then settled into the hot water with a sigh of contentment. He must have dozed off because the sound of water gently splashing startled him awake.

He looked up to see Karen easing herself into the water from one side. Beauty was doing the same from the other end. Logan looked from one to the other. "Hi, ladies."

The women came together from opposite sides of the steaming pool of water. Logan watched in absolute fascination as these two lovely women spoke, asked questions, and sought permission of each other, all without a single word spoken. All before his pounding heart could beat five times.

There was no hope of understanding. What passed between them was far too subtle, far too female, for him to follow, but that was just fine. Logan did not need to know.

This was for his benefit, yes, but it was a gift that was not his to give, only to appreciate with the deepest gratitude. It was, he decided at that moment, the single most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life. It would be a cherished memory in the dark days yet to come.

Breasts softly collided as lips met in a gentle invitation of welcome and desire. Graceful arms reached for and around to the steam slicked inward curve of the lower back and the outward, succulent swell of female backside. Tongues dueled in eager circles.

Beauty slid around behind the other woman, trailing kisses up her shoulder. Lavender hands slid up and down pale, wet breasts and belly. "Karen need clean too." Beauty smiled at Logan.

Karen gasped and arched as finger brushed over her nipples. The demon licked at the shell of her ear and nestled her face into the crook of Karen's neck and looked at Logan. Black hair and white hair lay together in gorgeous contrast. Dark eyes and golden eyes stared at him with identical expressions of hunger and invitation. Karen bit her lower lip. Beauty smiled a wicked smile.

"Logan going to help?" the demon asked.

"Oh, Hell yes," he breathed and moved toward them both.

A moment later, Karen was trapped between them, gently sandwiched between hot, demon succulence and hard, male muscle. Logan spread her legs and pressed up against her with full-body contact. He found her mouth with his own and fed it slow, hungry kisses.

Beauty held Karen cradled between her lavender legs, trailing kisses around her neck and shoulders and lightly pinching at her pink nipples. Karen cried out into Logan's mouth at so much electric contact all at once.

He leaned forward to cradle Beauty's cheek in one hand and kiss and nibble at her full lips, just the way he knew she liked. He tasted her on his tongue, knew what she was doing to him, to them both, and no longer cared. The demon's mouth was soft, eager, and sweet.

When he pulled back, Beauty turned Karen's face toward her and claimed her mouth and tongue again. Logan let his attention wander lower across the helpless woman's writhing body. His mouth explored her breasts and tasted her nipples. At the same time, his hand drifted below the waterline, down the inside of her thigh, slowly tickling his way closer... and closer...

"Touch me, Logan." Karen moaned. "Please, oh please."

He touched the folds of her swollen pussy and gently dragged his fingertips over her soft swells. Up and down, softly exploring her shape and randomly brushing at her clit. All across the outside surface but within. He knew water was a poor lubricant, and he wanted her slick and ready for him when he took her. Until that sweet moment of conquest, there were other ways.

Logan reached down and cupped the sweet curve of her ass cheeks in each hand and then lifted. Karen gasped in surprise as he raised her lower half out of the water and level with his face. He held Karen there as he leaned forward to part her folds with his tongue and tasted her juices.

Karen was lithe of build and light as a bird, and Beauty was stronger than she looked. Between Logan and his demon lover, they held the woman suspended in the steaming air as he buried his face in her dripping pussy. Karen's head fell back against Beauty's shoulder. Tremors shuddered through her pale flesh. Her mouth fell open in a choking scream as she orgasmed.

Logan eased her down. She groaned as the hot water kissed against the sensitive post-orgasm flesh of her sex. He and Beauty kissed and caressed her until the last tremor of pleasure had passed.

Then Beauty gave him a stern push away. He chuckled. "What?"

"Sit on edge." She ordered.

Logan smiled and complied. Water streamed down his burnished complexion and rolling muscles as he lifted himself. His cock popped out of the water and slapped against his belly, thick and dark with engorged blood and lust.

Karen stared at it unblinking. Beauty looked past her shoulder at Logan again before leaning over to murmur into the other woman's ear. "Karen want to touch?"

The woman slowly nodded without taking her eyes off it.

"Want to taste, yes?"

Another nod. Karen bit at her lower lip. The Succubus gave her a gentle push forward.

She slid up between his legs. The head of his cock gently bobbed at eye level. Karen reached up to trail fingertips over the bell shape of the head and down across the thick, veiny shaft. Dark, Asian eyes looked up at him as ink-black hair floated in the water around her shoulders. Humor touched the corners of her mouth.

"That's a nice dick, Mr. Proud Bear." She said.

He grinned. "Thank you. I'm so glad you think so."

Karen wrapped one, dainty little hand around the pulsing shaft of meat. She opened her mouth wide and dragged the flat of her tongue up from base to tip. Logan hissed in pleasure.

She rose over the head and closed her lips around it. Karen began to suck on his cock as best she could. Logan groaned encouragement as she managed to take more of him past her lips.

"Holy shit, that feels amazing, Karen. You're doing so great. Don't stop."

Beauty slid up beside her, also between Logan's legs. Her hand curled in Karen's hair and pulled her sucking mouth off his dick. "Taste good?"

Karen tried to nod in the demon's grip. "So good."

"Taste more." The demon smiled a wicked smile and guided her head back down.

"Fuck," Logan growled at the sight of the luscious Succubus slowly face fucking Karen's mouth down his shaft. Inch by inch the woman swallowed him, humming and grunting as the length pushing into her throat. Karen almost made it to the bottom before she began to struggle.

Beauty let her go. Karen pulled away gasping for breath and trailing saliva from her lips to Logan cock. The demon pushed the other woman aside with her hip. "Not bad." She said and settled between his legs.

The Succubus looked up at him and smiled. Logan knew that look of challenge in her golden eyes. Karen was about to get a lesson from the expert. Sweet anticipation stole his breath as he grabbed onto the edge of the pool and held on tight.

Beauty started slow, stroking his balls and tickling his heated flesh. The tip of her tongue traced the veins and beneath the head. It was all for show. She knew what he wanted, knew what she was going to do for him.

Just not yet. In their time together, Beauty had learned the value of anticipation. Like everything else, she had mastered its use in no time.

She pillowed her soft mouth around the tip. Tickled the inside of his thighs. Kissed down the shaft. Blew warm breath across his wet, aching flesh.

Logan grunted and growled, squirmed, and grasped at the edge with restless fingers. He moaned. He ground his teeth. And he laughed because, for all her merciless torturing, this was the Beauty he remembered and desired. He had her back and, sooner or later, when she was damned good and ready, she was going to suck his cock better than anyone else ever had in his whole adult life.