Chapter 1: Chapter One

Anaraxis: Demonic Plane
Anaraxis strode into the polished marble lobby, heels clicking sharply against the floor in the otherwise silent room. The lobby to Brimstone Inc. was opulently decorated, all polished marble and gold, as was befitting the third largest corporation in the underworld. There had been a truce between Heaven and Hell almost 200 years ago, the two now acting as vicious business rivals with only occasional minor skirmishes.

During the recent period of relative peace the mortal plane had been acting as their battleground, each group of massive corporations working to expand as quickly and ruthlessly as possible. As a result of the fierce rivalry, and without the destructive fighting that usually accompanied demons and angels, the mortal plane had rapidly advanced, reaching a modern level of technology incredibly quickly.

Anaraxis was the kind of woman that wars were fought over in legends, or at least, she would be, had she not been such visibly a succubus, especially due to the way she was dressed.

The burnished bronze heel of her torturously tall heels met the sole of her foot, ending in a long, dark purple fabric which wrapped around her plump thighs, tight enough to visibly deform her smooth thigh flesh. Her greyish purple thighs were themselves bare, the woman's crotch barely covered by a red silken thong that barely covered the start of her labia, proudly showing off her cleanly shaven groin. 

Beneath her strappy thong there was a clearly visible clit piercing, a large ring that peeked over the sides of the garment hinting at its rather significant size. A long strip of cloth in the form of a purple loincloth hanging from her hips didn’t bother hiding her underwear, instead framing it shamelessly by drooping far past her thong, almost dragging on the beautiful flooring.

Meeting at her tailbone was a long, thin tail, the same purple-grey as the rest of her skin, the tail swished with each of her long strides, mesmerising with its pendulum like regularity. At the tip of the tail was a large, flat, spade-like protrusion, only enhanced by the weighty bronze ring that pierced it at the end, matching multiple rings that adorned the shaft of her appendage.

Slightly further up her bare back was a set of bat wings, far too small for her to fly with by any conventional wisdom, these were unmarred by any foreign objects, and were currently folded close to her body.

The demonic woman’s top was hardly, if at all, better. A handful of bronze plating to match her heels wrapped itself under her bust, reaching around the sides of her ample chest to cradle her nipples, leaving her cleavage and underbust free for the world to see. Another garment made of that soft purple fabric covered her arms and collar bone, once more highlighting rather than hiding her assets.

The woman’s beautiful face was perhaps the most striking. Pure black, glossy lipstick had been heavily applied to her, as well as some heavy eyeliner, drawing attention to her mesmerising orange eyes. Her pointed ears had been adorned with piercings, three rings on each ear’s cartilage, a matching nose piercings on her left nostril. Her shoulder length flame red hair drew the eye, perhaps only slightly less than the two thick grey horns that curled upwards atop it.

Finally reaching the other end of the lobby, the front desk empty. Anaraxis stepped behind the desk and placed down her expensive leather bag, the colour matching her skin exactly, before turning towards the reinforced sliding door behind it. The demoness reached out to the biometric scanner affixed to the door, the door hissing open moments after her hand made contact. 

Stepping into her boss's bedroom, Anaraxis looked around, spotting the huge man as he swung his naked legs out of bed. The fiend had flame red skin, marred in dozens of places by huge ragged scars, which he wore proudly even when he wasn’t naked. 

Unlike Anaraxis, he had no wings or a tail, instead his demonic features manifested in a set of truly impressive obsidian horns which stuck nearly straight up from his forehead, just before his mess of long black hair, ending in wicked spikes. He also had a pair of digitigrade legs, similar to those of a wolf, which rippled with even more muscle than the rest of his sculpted body. 

His legs ended in a set of hooves, which clacked against the floor as he stood, giving his secretary an annoyed glance.

He growled out, “Ana, stupid girl. I told you to wake me up at 7 sharp with your normal method.” Anaraxis nodded meekly, knowing better than to let the huge man know that it was only 6:30, and that she’d been about to start his normal wakeup, which consisted of a languid 30 minute blowjob followed by a rapid facefuck once he woke up with his cock buried in her throat. The man huffed in annoyance, rising up to his full 6’10” stature, dwarfing Ana’s mere 5’0”. “Well, you’ll have to deal with my morning wood as you give me the daily briefing slut.” He said in his beautifully terrifying timbre, stalking towards her.

“Of course Sir.” Ana responded, feeling herself already running with arousal. She turned around, hands grasping at her smooth butt as she spread herself wide for him. “The first order of business is- ARGH” Ana let out a pained moan, her brutish boss having torn off her silken underwear and sheathed himself in her asshole in one fell swoop, her natural succubus stretchiness allowing her to take his solid foot of cock into her without any lube. 

Beginning to fuck her in earnest, like the piece of meat she wished to be, Ana’s boss growled in her ear, a bestial, dangerous thing. “Did I tell you to stop talking whore? Carry on.” Ana’s eyes dilated into pinpricks, her masochistic pleasure running on overdrive as she stumbled along the rest of her briefing.

“O- of course not Sir. Mmf, th- the hellhounds are back today, they wanted to- oh fuck -to talk to you about a possible hostile takeover of some Angel businesses.” Ana stumbled out, her breath driven out of her every few words as she was repeatedly lifted effortlessly before being mercilessly driven down onto the waiting pole, her eyeliner running already from the violent fucking. 

“An- and after that- FUCK -the imps want to talk to you about a late shipment of mana potions, they saaaayyyyy” Ana trails off int a scream as she orgasms hard, her barely lubed asshole clenching down hard on her boss’s huge cock as the man pumps harder and harder, cumming deep within her bowels. Holding her down, hilted inside of her, he releases rope after rope of cum, filling the succubus with literal litres of white liquid, Ana soon passed out from the intensity of her orgasm.

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Ana came to on the hard marble floor, feeling at her beautifully sore thighs and finding a deluge of cum pouring from her wrecked hole. She whimpered in arousal, tugging at her now uncovered clit piercing in a vain attempt to relive the brutal sexual torture she’d been put through, her other hand gathering thick wads of the sticking liquid that was running on the floor and bringing it up to her mouth. Swallowing with a loud moan, Ana desperately began to clean the floor, and her own asshole in earnest, one hand viciously attacking her clit. The door slid open and Ana looked way up at her huge boss, still busy moaning and writhing on the floor.

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As the big demon smiled down at her, Ana felt her body begin to tingle in a way that she’d never felt before. Looking around, dazed, she found her body was glowing softly with angelic light. “What the fuck are you doing Ana?” Her boss asked, concerned.

“I- I’m not doing this Sir! I swear!” Her body was tingling more and more, like thousands of needles had been poked into her skin and removed over and over.

Ana’s boss stepped backwards with a grunt, the light painful to stand in, as his succubus grew increasingly bright. After a few seconds of painfully bright light, there was a blinding flash and the light disappeared, alongside Anaraxis. 

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Anaraxis: Material Plane
Ana found herself sprawled in a small, dark cave. An intricate ring of runes and geometric formations the only evidence left of the summoning circle that had brought her here. "W- what are you foul beast?" A light, feminine voice stammered out in its best imitation of an intimidating demand. "H- how did you intercept the Goddess' divine summoning?" 

Standing and looking up at the terrified young woman clad in the pure white robes of the clergy, Ana scoffed. "I didn't do shit honourable priestess." She mocked, reading the runes that had been scorched into the floor and laughing. "Looks like your Goddess did this to you, something about your thoughts being too impure for one of her clergy, the two of us are apparently a perfect match." Ana smirked at the woman who was blushing furiously, clearly trying to keep her eyes off the demon's dripping and practically naked body. 

The girl opened her mouth to protest, but Ana tutted, bending over to grasp the girl's jaw with one slender hand. “Now, as I see it, that means that it’s your fault that I’m stuck away from my work. So, in return, I’m going to toy with you and make you mine until I get bored with you and then toss you. That sound fair to you pet?” Ana asked condescendingly, orange eyes boring into the priestess’s matching blue pair. The priestess, still held within her grip, nodded vigorously, eyes wide.

Ana laughed lightly, letting go of the furiously blushing woman and straightening. “You know, most people need more convincing before they’ll become my pet, not you though. Maybe we are a good fit after all.” She hummed thoughtfully, a knowing smirk across her face as she looked at the priestess. “N- no! I just… I need your help to leave! There’s demons all around here!” The priestess stammered out her explanation, clear to Ana that she was trying to convince herself more than anything else.

Ana looked down at the kneeling woman. Scoffing, she continued, “Well, we might as well get out of this shitty cave, first things first though, what’s your name? Oh right, you mentioned demons, what kind?” Ana asked, curious. ‘Not common to see hostile demons on the mortal plane, at least unless they’re hunting angels, I suppose that it’s not too much of a stretch for them to hunt the clergy.’ 

“Ah! My name’s Isabelle! Isabelle Everett!” She responded, glad to be off the topic of her current sinful thoughts. “Th- the demons attacked the nunnery! I think they were Hellhounds, they’re huge!” Isabelle explained, eyes wide.

Ana nodded. “Sounds like a pack of them, must’ve been in heat to attack a nunnery, good news is that all of your friends will be fine, buuuuuut their chastity vows might not be doing so good…” The demon trailed off, enjoying watching her pretty priestess erupt in a huge blush. “Well, I don’t feel up to fighting dogs today, tell you what pet, I’ll strengthen you with my magic and you can fight them okay? But if you get captured I’ll leave you there until you’ve had a couple of litters for them. Sound like a fair trade?” Ana asked, cocking her head.

“I- I’ll do what I need to do for my friends Miss… Uhm, what is your name by the way?”

“Oh I’m Anaraxis, pet, though you can call me Ana, or Mistress if you feel like it~.” Ana giggled, leaning towards the girl. Isabelle opened her mouth to ask her what she was doing, but Ana took her opportunity. Diving forwards  and locking her lips with the surprised priestess, Ana extended her supernaturally long tongue, several inches of muscular flesh passing past her luscious lips, diving down Isabelle’s throat.

Letting out a muffled squeak of embarrassment,, Isabelle half-hearedtly tried to pull back, held in place by her new mistress’ slender arms and her own unwillingness to move. Whilst she was making muffled noises of pleasure and reluctant objections, Ana pulsed her magic through the woman's skin, altering her body to be more in line with that of a newly fledged succubus, at least internally.

Slowly, Ana toyed with the woman in her arms, distracting her from the feeling of her bones strengthening and her muscles becoming denser. The succubus also threw in a few lewd modifications to the priestess’ body, enabling her asshole to produce its own lubricant as well as becoming orders of magnitude more stretchy, which she also applied to her mouth and vagina.

Less than a minute later, Ana stepped back. Her tongue extricated itself from the light headed human, who was now dripping arousal down her thighs and onto the ground. Ana waited for the girl to catch her breath, before quirking an eyebrow. “Well, now that I’ve made you stronger, at least physically, are you ready to go fight some rape-dogs?” She asked bluntly.

“O- oh, th- that was why you did that…” Isabelle nodded. “I- I’m ready.” She said, her back straightening as she projected an air of false confidence, testing her altered body by lifting a large sword from the rack that had gone unnoticed so far. “This was the Paladin’s armoury.” She explained, her eyes downcast. “I- I don’t think that she lasted very long against the Hellhounds…”

“Ahh, don’t worry about losing dear. All that you’ll lose is a little bit of time and your virginity. I would say that you’d lose your dignity too, but I don’t think you have much of that left, even your goddess called you out.” Ana teased, receiving a blush in return from the nervous priestess.

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