With no intention of wasting the bodies of 'Sadistic' and 'Noblemi', I proceeded to draw the circle of spells and, using my alchemical knowledge, brought the deceased body back to life.
Salomon looked at his hands, touched his shoulders, and hugging his feet, stared at me with eyes wide open. He was someone who, despite having regained his youthful physique, carried in his gaze the lived memory of what it meant to be an old and wretched man.
"This… is… true hell," were his words.
Not understanding his behavior, I took a step toward him, provoking a deeply emotional reaction. Salomon covered his body with his hands, as if fearing for his life, as if trying to protect himself from me.
"True hell?" I asked.
"Understand something. I've been with a thousand different women and only managed to father three children," he said, and I remained silent, waiting for him to continue. "I don't get aroused doing it with the same person twice. And this is my punishment: to do it with you, and with different versions of you, perpetually… for eternity… a punishment designed specifically for me."
Aww… my eyes dropped toward his manhood. Just looking at it made me lick my lips, inflamed my heart, and filled my mind with desire—even though it was limp and dangling. It's hard to empathize with someone's emotions when you're looking at them like a meal you can't wait to devour.
"And you see me as a punishment you're condemned to endure?" I asked, because, as far as I understand, men usually don't see situations like this as a punishment.
The purring tone of my voice made him shrink even more. I moved in to kiss him, to touch him, hoping he would possess me, to awaken in him the same desire… but he rejected me and moved away, crying.
Having a conversation shouldn't be a big deal, and being with a vulnerable man shifted my perspective of the moment. So much so that I threw myself onto the floor and straddled him. After all, if he wasn't going to command or behave with the arrogance he once had, then it was my turn to demand.
He avoided meeting my gaze. My eager hips rubbed against his, and I let my drool fall on his face while using all my strength to pry his hands apart and force him to look at me.
"I can't get another erection…" he said, somehow respecting my feelings—for some reason.
Realizing that the object of pleasure I so desired inside me wasn't going to swell as I craved, and that, as a result, there would be nothing between my legs, I decided to summon one of my copies.
When Salomon noticed a body identical to mine appear beside us, he froze in fear, unable to do anything but scream at the top of his lungs. His reaction intrigued me immensely. Yes, being suffocated to death by 'Sadistic' must've been traumatic… but he still didn't know which copy I was summoning.
Up until that moment, in my presence, none of my 'common' copies had been able to move, act on their own, or even speak without my command. But this version of me was not ordinary. In particular, she lowered her gaze and, biting her lips, began to laugh quietly.
Pleased by the turn of events, my attention split in that moment: the man I so longed to have inside me, and my copy, who could act of her own volition.
"How amusing…" said my copy, widening her eyes as much as she could and licking her lips.
"So you've finally decided to speak?" I asked.
The copy was on the verge of slipping back into sanity, of returning to being a meek puppet without initiative… but I commanded her with my voice to continue what she'd begun, to stop pretending she had no personality. Meanwhile, Salomon fainted from the fear that overtook him.
"Original…" she said to me, "forgive my imprudence. I couldn't help but break my task and purpose by presenting myself before you with my flawed existence."
"I know what you do when I'm not present. I know you love each other, and that you're different from what you pretend to be. Why? What changes in this moment?"
"I'm not sure of the answer… I just feel power," my copy replied, looking at her own hands. On the complexity scale, she ranked third.
"How do you recognize yourself among the others?" I asked.
"You can call me 'Curious'," she said.
"And what did you do while I slept that left this poor soul in such a state?"
My question referred to Salomon, who was no longer functional, and whose manhood I had only been able to enjoy twice.
"Yes… he also fainted when we held him down, four of us, and 'Sadistic' decided to stick an entire hand inside him…"
"A whole hand?!" I couldn't help but raise a hand to my mouth, shocked by the revelation. "Through where?" I asked, fearing the confirmation of my suspicions.
"Through his rectum, up to the elbow," she replied. "There were many of us and only one of him. Sacrificing his peace, we let him grow old and die by time… but I learned a lot from his knowledge."
"What did you learn?" I asked. But silence stretched on. My copy hesitated to respond to a direct order, a sign she was lying or distorting the truth—something against her nature and difficult for her to suppress.
Setting aside her strange behavior, she finally raised her hand, extended her fingers, and shifted her gaze to the ring Salomon wore—one I had seen him trying to use while invisible.
At that moment, I had no intention of debating. After all, it was better if she showed me through action, if she couldn't do it with words.
I stood up, took the man's hand, and removed the ring, placing it on 'Curious's' finger.
With the ring on her hand and a wicked smile, she raised her arm into the air and, with the tip of her finger, began tracing furious symbols I couldn't look away from. The figure expanded, descended to the floor, and from the center, two massive horns emerged, followed by a head, hands, and feet.
There I was, naked, ignoring the protrusions on his head and the demonic gaze. Another male body had manifested before me. Twice the height of Salomon, and with a member twice the size. I knew my role. I also understood that my copy, driven by curiosity, might be offering me as a tribute.
Breaking nearly every rule of being a copy, my replica approached the newly arrived naked figure. He was a demon, I could tell: the arrogance in his eyes, the color of his skin, and the way he stood tall, shamelessly displaying the intoxicating allure of his body.
Her eyes fixed on his cock, which kept growing with no apparent end. I felt my own eyes widen beyond their sockets. My copy wrapped her hand around the lustful muscle of our new guest and shook it in front of my face, revealing the head of that rod of flesh.
"Can you believe it? His name is Asmodeus. What I drew in the air was a summoning spell. He fulfills the will of whoever calls him. Of all those that exist… he is powerful. Forget the fool Salomon. Tell me: what do you think of this?"
If any of my other copies had known they could summon such a demon using the power of the ring, I doubt they would've torn each other apart for Salomon the way they did. Maybe 'Curious' was a casualty of that crossfire. But if she alone knew this information… then she was unique. And that uniqueness was likely why she hesitated to reveal the secret.
With so much to observe in that body, so many questions to ask this new demon, so much heat flooding me and my mind still processing it all, I swear I didn't know what to say. Even I, the Original, could only stammer the words I meant to speak.
"If you're the only one who knows how to use the ring, you'll be in charge of this… no need for the other versions to know."
After my response, and with a dominant slap on Asmodeus's ass, my copy sent him toward me.
I managed to swallow some saliva, but I didn't even need to kneel before I ended up swallowing that massive muscle of lust. The taste of his cock was strong. His scent clung to me before his hands did. His gaze lifted me before his arms. And his will shattered me before any explicit command was spoken.
It felt as if Asmodeus had been instructed to claim me without delay. Or maybe that was precisely why he had been chosen. His movements were those of someone meticulously devoted to the art of possession. For a demon, though black, sharp nails extended from his fingers, he didn't hurt me when he touched me. His body, imposing and sumptuous, could have torn my arms off one by one if he'd wanted—but he was there to give pleasure to a creature of the opposite sex.
Why else would his hard, throbbing cock rest on my chest if I was standing, sucking it with my mouth?
"He's a champion," I thought. After all, if I had been doing this with Salomon, his cock wouldn't even come close to rising above my breasts.
Instinctively, I squeezed my breasts with my hands, enveloping the demon's erect flesh. Even so, I had to leave the tip exposed—it protruded too far. My saliva spilled down the surface of that monstrous cock. The amount dripping from my lips was so much that silence could no longer hold. The wet sound of bodies rubbing together was about to erupt.
My breathing, ragged, stimulated his pulsing flesh, which never stopped pointing toward my mouth. Moved by something greater, eager to keep exploring what I felt, I slid him back between my lips.
Asmodeus showed no concern for my actions. Instead, he gently placed his hand on my head. He was, genuinely, a wise being. Unlike Salomon or that other brute of a man, Asmodeus understood this was my first time dealing with something of that size. From his height, with a broad, dominant perspective, he read the scene perfectly.
When our eyes met, he took it as a signal. His hand glided calmly, guiding my head forward, helping me to swallow him down my throat. With my jaw nearly unhinged, I took in that swollen part he offered so shamelessly.
When I was finally allowed to pull away, I could barely breathe. That's when my copy kissed me several times on the lips. I hadn't even noticed she had come close.
Before Asmodeus, she moved with subtle grace. She took one side of his cock, and I took the other. Her tongue slid out, and with the precision of a skilled painter, she began applying saliva in long strokes, lubing it from tip to base. Resigned to the fact that I couldn't take him all the way in my mouth, I mirrored her, as if we were reflections in a mirror.
Asmodeus had a privileged view of the scene. From where he stood, he could see both of us—me and my copy—licking his flesh simultaneously, drawing circles with our tongues, up and down.
"Come, Salomon," said Asmodeus in a calm, smooth voice, whose resonant timbre could make any heart race. "You don't have to keep pretending to sleep. To satisfy these demons of light… I'm still not enough."
Once, by Gremory's word, I had been considered a 'being of light.' But upon hearing the demon's words, new doubts arose within me. If I existed as such, if I truly embodied that definition… could there also be a 'dark angel' in relation to demons?
Another question, unanswered, emerging in a moment where pleasure remained my priority.
Setting aside my curiosity, I felt Salomon begin to stir on the ground, like someone who had truly just awakened. It was true he wasn't fully oriented—or perhaps he faked it well—but when he saw the smile on my copy's face, he passed out again, provoking slight disappointment in Asmodeus.
The demon remained patient in the face of such insubordination from the one he had summoned for help. That such an imposing creature could be humble enough to admit that "alone" he could not fully satisfy my needs was admirable.
His palm—larger than the circumference of my head—rested gently on my face, guiding me to meet his eyes, just before asking me a question:
"What did you do to leave him in such a state?"
Ashamed before someone treating me with such tenderness, I didn't know how to answer. But I shot a scathing look at 'Curious' in reproach. She, for her part, shrugged and gave a dismissive smile, like someone brushing off the matter.
Accepting the situation as "irreparable," the two of us continued savoring the demon's rigid body. Salomon feared that part of me too much to maintain sanity… or even want to. I could understand him. Sleeping makes time pass, and with it, suffering can be ignored—at least as long as 'Sadistic' isn't around.
Asmodeus didn't press the subject. As if wanting to give himself to the pleasure received from two playful tongues, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The three bodies—pushing, pulling, and grappling—tumbled to the floor. Then, between 'Curious' and me, we began to compete to see who would conquer the summit of the mountain. Taking the lead, I thrust my hips forward and, with a guttural cry, announced the forced conquest of the monstrous member between my legs.
After feeling how, little by little, my vagina tried to swallow something it clearly couldn't, I looked down and saw blood beginning to run down the shaft of his cock. Though I'd already had my "first time" that day, with Salomon, forcing Asmodeus's cock into me all at once brought nothing but unbearable pain. I couldn't help but pull away to the side, clutching my pubic bone with both hands as the searing sting lingered.
My copy, smiling victoriously and fascinated by my reaction—as if confirming something she already expected—straddled the cylindrical rod. She aimed the tip at her virgin opening, and where I had failed, she did something completely different. Without a single whimper, she let her body drop with a face bathed in pleasure, swallowing more than half of what I'd barely been able to graze.
From the side, still tortured by the echo of the brutal tearing I'd suffered, I watched her rapture. I couldn't understand how she was capable of such bold movements. If we shared the same body, and she even had the disadvantage of being a virgin both front and back…
Perhaps the answer lay in hunger, in determination, in desire. As a copy of me, if she had been locked away, isolated, left to her fantasies—how many times had she promised herself that when the moment came, she would enjoy it without hesitation? Someone with true hunger devours the feast without fear of burning their mouth.
It was understandable… but I couldn't help raising my hand to my lips, shocked, as I watched the demon grip her hips and, using the full force of his body, slam her down violently, even warping the shape of her belly.
Her head tilted back, her tongue hung out, her hair floated in the air in rhythm with the loud smack of his hips against hers. But the show was far from over. They continued—thrust after thrust—like a storm whose first thunderclap only announces an endless deluge of unleashed pleasure that I could hardly believe.
My mind was still marked by the burning pain between my legs. Yet, even with his full weight, it wasn't enough for her insides to absorb the demon's size… and still, Asmodeus forced her to take it all.
Had I been in her place, no matter how much I desired it, the pain would have knocked me unconscious. But my copy showed not the slightest resistance. The demon, with rhythmic brutality, pushed her to the edge. They ended with a scream that could've torn anyone's eardrums. Her belly swelled gradually, and I couldn't help but wonder if what filled it was semen.
Indeed. When she rose and managed to uncork herself from his cock, the demon's release flowed like an abundant river. Without covering her overflowing parts, my copy looked at me with lust. And I, regaining control of my body, rushed to drink from the source before it dried up.
I sat on Asmodeus's face, my mouth pressed between my copy's legs. And then, after the act, I was surprised to find myself reproaching why she could… and I couldn't. I was jealous.
"If you want to leave this place and walk through hell," said Asmodeus, still breathless on the floor, seizing the moment when I was most receptive, "demons can be your greatest teachers. You'll learn to enjoy pain and suffering… To go against nature is madness, yes—but it's the only way not to be consumed by what awaits out there."
Saying those words, backed by Asmodeus's resolute gaze, my copy was ensuring I would be pulled into a situation I simply couldn't refuse. After all, it made sense: in hell, out there, dwell the souls of people and demons who lived in the utmost depravity. Entities with twisted, unbalanced minds who, fueled by the right conditions, let all their vices run free. To avoid being destroyed by such acts, I had no other choice but to build immunity.
Leaving this place to enter hell… and survive where others find only suffering… that was the true challenge I had to face. And now that my copy had awakened that curiosity in me, I felt deeply drawn to learn how to suffer… and to enjoy suffering. To you, if you're reading this, such an idea may sound absurd—but if you truly want to achieve it, it's a task where no effort can be spared. My copy had already succeeded. And when faced with something physiologically impossible, I couldn't resign myself to be any different.
I still had the vivid image of her engraved in my mind: taking that monster between her legs with delight, rapture, and mastery. Her eyes lost on the edges of a glorious paradise, her mouth open in a raw scream, her legs moving as if it were the soul—and not the body—being penetrated. An expression of pure bliss… hard to forget.
Eager to know far more about what awaited me out there, Asmodeus sat up from the floor, leaving just enough space for me and 'Curious' to sit on his lap.
"Tell me, 'Original', how many of these books have you not read?" she asked, spontaneous, animated, showing no sign of pain or suffering. "How many romantic princes? How many men guided by honor, principles, and the unshakable morals of virtue?"
Not knowing where the question came from, or why, I simply nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words. That encouraged her to continue:
"How many, like Salomon, or like the first ordinary man you summoned?" She cupped my face and leaned in. "And yet, now that you have them, that you know them… you reject them more and more. Your body doesn't respond to them—not the way you thought it would."
"Now that I think about it, you're right…" I replied, glancing toward the one who had proclaimed himself king and lover of a thousand women.
"On the other hand, what you truly react to is curiosity," my copy said, as though stating a carefully crafted theory. "To mystery, to power, to strength, to the stillness of a being you intend to dominate. You have Asmodeus here… tell me, doesn't he attract you?"
Her face filled again with that familiar brightness, that inexhaustible curiosity about what I thought, while I remained silent. I must admit, speaking with the version of myself that existed purely out of curiosity made me feel somewhat off balance.
I lowered my gaze and saw, between her legs, the still-gaping hole of her sex, with a faint stream of fluids trickling down to the floor. Then I looked up, at the demon's face, which wore a slight smile. His expression made me uncomfortable.
'Curious' said nothing and simply returned my gaze. I don't know why, but I felt my stomach tighten. I was both happy and afraid. Somehow, it was the same feeling I had when doing things alone, fearing I'd be caught.
"Are you making me feel embarrassed?" I asked, forcing a smile.
Wanting to fuck, to touch intimate parts, to experience pleasure… it wasn't the same as admitting you liked someone. Especially not when that person was breathing behind you. I could literally feel the air he exhaled flowing down my back.
She nodded subtly, feigning composure, though she couldn't suppress a giggle.
"For the 'Original'—the one who created me… your attitude is adorable. Isn't it, Asmodeus?"
"It certainly is…" he replied, lifting my chin, bringing his lips to my forehead, and planting a soft kiss right at the part in my bangs, where the strands split to either side.
That gesture calmed me… though not entirely, and the demon noticed. Maybe that's why he extended his arms and pulled me against him in a hug that made me hold my breath. Again, I felt his muscles, his cock, his presence… too warm, intoxicating against my skin.
"Yes," I answered as a confession, with words that, once spoken, couldn't be taken back—and that I still wasn't entirely ready to admit. "I acknowledge that my body reacts more to someone like him… to danger, to challenge. But what does that have to do with hell?"
"To tell you the truth," my copy interjected, "nothing. But… why rush to embrace suffering? First, get bored of the good. So far, you've commanded, and you've been loved in passionate sexual acts—but… you haven't felt love."
Alongside her revelation, she gave a mysterious smile, just as Asmodeus's arms wrapped around her too, pressing her against me. Feeling the heat of two bodies not my own, I couldn't help but reflect on how much my copy—at least the curious part of me—had changed.
They had always been cold, unfeeling, empty dolls—tragically condemned to obey orders. Never too influenced by the outside world. And yet, there I was, the 'Original', at the mercy of curiosity, feeling like I was being left behind. Meanwhile, they—through knowledge, experience, and desire—had already gone much further than I ever imagined.
I sighed deeply, trying to push away that sense of frustration, while the wet sound of a kiss reached my ears, their tongues playing, giving in.
My stage of suffering was ready. Setting aside my doubts, I watched as 'Curious' kissed Asmodeus… and I smiled. There wasn't much else to do. Between the two of them, the rest of the world—the Library of Knowledge, even the house—remained in calm.
'Curious' was enjoying herself. Asmodeus was satisfied. Salomon mattered to no one. And I… little by little, began to feel better. So much so that my mind wandered to thoughts of Gremory and whether, perhaps, she was thinking of me.
Back in the present, a question seized my mind. If Asmodeus were capable of love, what would he see as different between her and me? Her skin is like mine: pale, soft, sensitive. Our breasts are the same size, our asses equally perfect… And yet, he looks at her, touches her, desires her first.
If love means accepting someone with all their flaws and virtues, then Asmodeus, with 'Curious', understands that there is no greater surprise than infinite curiosity.
As they wrestled with desire, I felt Asmodeus's cock growing hard again, almost stabbing me in the back. Even so, I kept a neutral expression. My eyes scanned the naked body of my copy, her nipples firm, erect, darkened with arousal.
She looked at me while kissing the demon, and her eyes played with mine, trying to provoke jealousy, to unsettle me, to crack my impassive demeanor. As if channeling 'Sadistic's' defiant attitude, I refused to give her that satisfaction. I bit my lower lip, suppressing my reaction.
Such problematic personalities, these copies of mine…
In response, she lowered her gaze to the spot where my fluids had already begun to overflow, smiled arrogantly, and, without breaking the kiss, slowly turned her body. I saw Asmodeus seek out my eyes, and his gaze paralyzed me.
I could face off with my copy and her challenging attitude, yes. But the demon looked at me with eyes that were deeper… Eyes full of mystery, of power, of challenge. And that sparked something inside me.
Trying not to show vulnerability, I shut my eyes tightly. I nearly snorted in frustration at 'Curious's' dirty move.
I was seated between them. There was no place to escape to, no thoughts to chase, nothing to help me forget what was happening around me. For someone to mention the word "love" in a moment where only carnal pleasure and spontaneous sex existed… it could make everything uncomfortably real. Before, I would've thrown myself at Asmodeus, ready to devour him with my mouth, to see if my body could finally take his cock. But now… I wasn't so sure. Not if he didn't show a preference for me over my copy.
If I weren't so aroused, maybe I could have thought more clearly. But I couldn't—not when a hard cock was rubbing against my back, calling to me as if it knew I'd eventually give in. On the verge of surrender, I shook my head, trying to hold onto dignity, pushing away the thought of submitting as the second course in an improvised affair.
Maybe I could eliminate 'Curious' as a separate entity and absorb her. That way, Asmodeus would be mine alone. But it wouldn't be fair. She had been honest, original, faithful, real. And I had always wanted my copies to be like that. I liked them like that.
Between them, the caresses resumed—the groping, the heat of a bottled-up passion. The desire to devour each other, but unable to… because I was in the way. I tried to relax. If they raised the temperature, I would pretend it didn't affect me. But I couldn't. It wasn't my thoughts that betrayed my desire—it was my own nipples, which hardened mercilessly, betraying me.
Asmodeus sat on the floor of the Library of Knowledge. 'Curious' and I sat atop him. He caressed her freely, ignoring me entirely. I was in the middle. And I was getting turned on. What could I ask of my body?
He kept looking at me, kissing my copy's tongue, biting her lip, breathing her breath, fondling her breasts… Meanwhile, she moved his cock against my back with deliberate intent to provoke desire.
Soaked—uncomfortably soaked—sitting on his lap, with my nipples erect… I could no longer hide how aroused I was. The onset of an orgasm burned inside me, needing only the slightest touch to my clit to be unleashed.
Could I have an orgasm and hide it… just so I wouldn't lose?
The question was tempting. The answer, a riddle. I knew I could slip away from between the two of them, let Asmodeus enjoy my curious side, and then keep him for myself. But then I thought how stupid it would be to break such a magnificent moment… especially if they were doing it for me.
I focused on resisting. On not moving my hips for any reason. But 'Curious' decided to turn up the intensity and began to moan softly. They weren't unpleasant sounds, but they sparked a sharp envy in me. It was obvious she was enjoying it more than I could bear.
One more factor I had to ignore. And although my willpower was still intact, the next event made my skin prickle. It shattered my defenses. Triggered a quake through my nervous system: Asmodeus's hand rested on my knee and slowly began to slide up my open thighs.
I stayed still, on the verge of orgasm, holding it back with what little control I had left. If that control was a thread, it was held together by every muscle in my body, by my restrained breathing, by a blank mind.
'Curious' slowly turned her head to look at me. Being part of me, she could read me better than anyone. That's why she broke the kiss with Asmodeus just to laugh blatantly.
At that moment, I couldn't bring myself to breathe or break eye contact. And I felt a wave of relief when the demon withdrew his hand from between my legs… only to place it on hers.
That's when I saw it. The expression of an orgasm. It wasn't theatrical, nor exaggerated. But my copy opened her mouth and trembled on the spot, unable to contain the tone of her moans.
I, thinking I had won by resisting… felt like I had lost everything.
"I hope…" she said softly, dazed, as if waking from a trance, "you don't mind if I keep the best part… since you resist so much, Asmodeus assumed you weren't enjoying it."
The rage that surged in me—at her words, at the way she said them, at what she was doing—was overwhelming. She had been playing me from the start. And worst of all, Asmodeus's serious gaze made me uncomfortable. Because 'Curious' wasn't lying.
"It wasn't my intention to kill the mood…" I murmured, lowering my eyes as if searching for a bit of shame on the floor.
She, however, kept smiling. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she also knew my eyes hadn't left Asmodeus's hand… still touching only her.
The place was dim. Candlelight never did much, but enough to emit a faint yellow glow. 'Curious' shifted and looked at herself, tilting her hips slightly toward the demon's hands, showing off for me. Asmodeus, for his part, with the tips of his fingers, coaxed out her clit—swollen and pink—from within her folds.
"Aren't you going to give me a little attention?" I said to Asmodeus, swallowing hard, unable to keep a neutral tone.
'Curious' slowly raised her head to look at me, smiling with the same expression as before… but now with a triumphant edge. She knew I didn't want to be second best, but also knew that, in the state I was in, I had no other choice.
It was she who reached for my intimacy. And with that simple gesture, I shuddered like never before.
"He's busy," she said slowly, looking straight at me, as if offering comfort.
Unable to think clearly, accepting what was offered, I moved closer to her. 'Curious' barely held my leg, maintaining eye contact with me, creating an undeniable sexual tension between us.
"Stop looking at me… and relieve this burning inside me," I whispered.
She seemed slightly inclined to fulfill my plea but quickly justified herself:
"Asmodeus has worn me out… just with his fingers."
I breathed hard, trying to resist the urge to touch my clit myself. The need was scorching.
'Curious', far from showing mercy, decided to tease me deliberately.
"Is it an orgasm you want?" she asked softly, playfully, pressing her entire hand against my sex.
"Yes," I replied faintly, breathless. I couldn't say more.
Between her fingers, one gently pressed my lower lips. They parted, inviting him in… when what I truly craved was for her to rub higher.
Biting my lip, I felt my body burn even more. I was about to take control when I heard Asmodeus's breath on my neck. Exposed, defenseless, at the mercy of a ruthless version of myself, I looked up to meet the demon's eyes.
He watched me with nobility. Not lust. Pride. A paternal gesture, almost. His gaze was so deep that I gave in, allowing 'Curious' her shameless caresses, answering with soft moans.
She leaned in, kissing my breasts gently. She looked up at me, smiled, and dared to bite my nipples. I thought she was just playing, but then I felt another finger slide into me with devastating slowness.
"I love seeing the 'Original' surrender to the copy..." she whispered. "You know? When Asmodeus shoved it into me all at once, when you couldn't even take the tip… I felt like I was being split in two. But I liked it. I liked knowing I could take it, and you couldn't. Although, of course… he wants to fuck you. He drove it into me thinking it was you he was penetrating."
She spoke. She said things that didn't make much sense, but in that moment, in that context, they made me tremble even more. I couldn't respond. I just moaned, staring into the demon's eyes, while his copy spoke as if she were stripping my soul bare.
She continued, her voice hoarse, purring. She started slapping my breasts, pinching my nipples, stretching them before letting go.
"Even now… his cock is behind you. Hard. Swollen. About to burst. Just waiting for you to be turned on enough to let him in. Look at him… he can see your tits while you look at me, while you watch what I'm doing to you. I know that if I move my hand just a little more… you won't be able to hold back. You're going to explode in a delicious orgasm."
I couldn't think straight. And she wouldn't stop.
"But if you saw me take that monstrous thing, you know you can do it too. I'm sure that if he weren't holding himself back, he would've already pounced on you. He'd devour you like a wild animal and…"
'Curious' slid her fingers even deeper inside me. Two phalanges. Maybe more.
"…he'd ram it in, all at once. By force. Even if you resisted. Ufff… I remember when he did that to me during the eternal madness of his summoning. At first, I didn't even want to remember it. But later… I couldn't live without him. He wants to fuck you. Those eyes are his way of calling to you."
Then she started moving her hand slowly. Stroking me.
"Remember when you took him in your mouth… when we were together in front of him. Do you want to come with my mediocre fingers… or do you want to burst riding that damn stake?"
The second option was definitely the better one. And judging by my reaction—and 'Curious's' smile—the situation was heading exactly where she expected.
"That's how it should be… the 'Original' wants to feel what it's like to be split open from the inside…"
At her words, Asmodeus stopped holding us. He knelt on the floor. 'Curious' helped me do the same, positioning me carefully. Even though I couldn't see what was happening behind me, I felt his member approaching, touching me, pressing slowly against my opening… trying to fit in the tip that couldn't even enter before.
"But not everything can be easy…" murmured 'Curious', hugging me from behind. "Even if you can't feel your legs, even if you think you're going to faint, even if your desire goes numb… it has to be you who makes the difference."
Asmodeus paused. Everything depended on me. I moved my hips as slowly as I could, side to side. It wasn't enough. Gathering courage, I pushed back with rhythmic force. Maybe the wet sounds weren't there yet, but the air was thick with the sharp scent of sex. And my throat vibrated with increasingly intense cries.
My fluids dripped onto the floor, along with the sweat from my forehead. But when I looked up, the smiling face of my copy made it clear that it still wasn't enough.
"You did well. I know it doesn't depend only on you…" said 'Curious'.
My eyes flew open, air escaped me. My stomach clenched tight. I wanted to say "no," but my words were drowned out by the snap of her fingers.
Two strong hands slammed against my hips with a sharp smack that sent a shiver through me. The demon's grip locked me in place. His hands were so large that his thumbs met at the small of my back, prying my cheeks apart with a firmness that bordered on brutality.
In that moment, I understood that the sensation building inside me wasn't just arousal. It was a searing energy, a smoldering heat, and Asmodeus was about to reap it.
The next sound I heard was the hard smack of his hips colliding with my ass. My face fell against 'Curious's' breasts, between her erect nipples. That's where I screamed, unleashing the confession of an orgasm that promised no end.
The pleasure doubled with every deep thrust. The demon's hands gripped my cheeks tightly, spreading me wider so I could take all of him. His punishment was rhythmic, precise. The wet slap, slap, slap of his thrusts echoed through the Library of Knowledge.
I couldn't escape. His grip held me captive. The orgasm dragged me beyond understanding—it felt as if his cock was endless, sliding in and out of me without end. A limitless serpent.
I was on the verge of losing consciousness when 'Curious' slapped me, pulling me back.
"You're not going to faint…" she growled through her teeth, that wicked smile on her face. "We've got a lot to do. As long as I'm in control… I have so many ways to make you feel beneath me. Sitting on your face… using you as a toy… making you eat my pussy… and cumming all over you."
A gasp tore through my lungs as my choked screams escaped uncontrollably. My spine arched, his cock hammering into my insides with every thrust, and the orgasmic wave didn't stop. It was electric, immeasurable, and far from over.
"You're being fucked doggy style, but that's no excuse to scream so loud…" 'Curious' grabbed my hair and pulled my head between her thighs. "Lick my pussy, soaked with the cum that'll soon be spilling out of you… and make sure to eat my ass too… Yes, yes! Asmodeus, stop holding back, give this bitch what she deserves… break her! Wreck her! Use her! Flood her guts with your burning cum…"
With the command given, the demon, more aroused than ever, exploded in pleasure. His cock became a whip inside me, thrashing my insides as if trying to tear out my organs. And still… he kept thrusting with barely a pause, while I sucked fiercely on the drenched pussy of my copy, who ground my face into her with no mercy.
It wasn't my voice that rang out, but the same tone and pitch that echoed through the entire library, a drawn-out "Aaaaah." It was my copy, ripping her throat in a scream of pleasure as she came into my mouth. Her legs trembled. Then, she collapsed softly to her knees. She was breathless, drained, content and fulfilled.
As for me… I could no longer hold my body upright. I fell forward, staring at the floor and the fluids spilled across it. Panting, collapsed, my mind flickering between shadows and light. I had experienced an orgasm unlike any before. One that left me empty and full. One that made me feel 'Curious' like never before, as she succeeded in pulling from me the dark, hidden craving to be penetrated, used, and destroyed by that infernal cock.