I woke up. Not like on other days. That time, I could see the sky, feel the wind, and roll over on a bed of bodies. Salomon was there. He didn't say anything, he simply hugged me like always. And for the first time in a long time, I felt something inside me begin to heal. I still can't explain what it was, but I no longer felt as alone as I thought.
In my battle with Fear, I gained the acceptance of several copies, the support of prestigious demons, and the release from the hands that had bound me.
The sensation was strangely light, as if I were floating in a state of absolute calm. The tranquility that wrapped around me contrasted with the brutality of the scene beneath me. Lying on my back, completely naked, the weight of the bodies that held me began to fade, making me feel suspended between the mundane and the ethereal.
The light, soft and warm, poured over my skin with an almost maternal gentleness, caressing every curve and fold of my body. It was as if the world, despite all the chaos at my feet, had paused to contemplate the stillness of that moment. The glow wasn't invasive, but comforting, like a silent embrace that dispelled all worries, all fears. As it moved across my skin, everything else seemed to vanish: time, place, judgment. Only that pure feeling remained—peace, total acceptance.
My body, exposed under the sky, didn't feel vulnerable. On the contrary: the nakedness was liberation. A direct connection to that light that erased the wounds of the past. Floating in that sea of serenity, the mountain of bodies was no longer a prison, but a platform from which I reached a peace I had never known.
And that's when I understood: when I could see the sky, I knew that all the fragments of me—even those still missing—were at peace with whatever decision I might make.
Salomon didn't stop complimenting how beautiful my hair looked as it moved with the wind, his words sliding gently as his eyes roamed over my body with palpable desire. First, they settled on my face, pausing at my nose and then my lips, as if every detail fascinated him deeply. Soon they descended, exploring each curve with a mix of admiration and lust.
He lingered on my breasts, appreciating the softness of my skin, and his gaze dropped to my pubis, exposed naturally. My sex, as pink as my nipples, was revealed without reservation between my legs. Hairless, it appeared pure, like a hypnotic image. His gaze carried not only desire but also awe, as if he were admiring a work of art meant to be revered.
Every inch of my skin glowed under the light. In that moment, his gaze was the only reality that mattered, while the wind continued caressing my hair and his words flowed like sweet whispers.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, with an intense look. It wasn't just curiosity—it held a deep warmth capable of melting anyone.
His question floated in the air, not for what it said, but for how he said it. As if he wanted to explore every corner of my mind. His eyes sought more than an answer; they tried to understand me intimately. His gaze, steady and sweet, had a magnetism that erased any distraction.
"Very well," I replied. "After accepting the fury within me and the other emotions… I could feel something had changed."
"If you had died…" he said. "I was afraid you'd wake up alone."
He was right. Fury had pierced my chest with her hand… how was it possible that I was alive? That was the question that appeared in my eyes, and the one who had the answer was Gremory, who at that moment had her back turned to me.
"Let's call it a miracle," she said, with that sarcastic tone so uniquely hers—the one that always lifted my spirits. The same one she used when she didn't know how to explain something.
That a demoness like her cared about my wellbeing, managed to heal a being of light, and went against her own nature just to spare me the pain of waking up alone… that was priceless.
The words of a demon are usually crafted to sow doubt, to make me question my own feelings. And even if I didn't want to agree with her, deep down I knew she wasn't entirely wrong in calling this 'a miracle.'
What happened between my other parts and me was far more than a physical connection. It was as if something deep, hidden in the furthest recesses of my being, had awakened. A subtle but undeniable change. So much so that when they were freed, they slipped from my grasp completely… and at the same time, I tried to escape life. Now that I'm back in control, I can feel the thoughts of hundreds of thousands of copies resonating in my mind. It's as if the barriers between us have broken.
Something deep… and dangerous. Something that, no matter how much I tried to deny it, I know has changed me forever.
By creating copies of myself, there are no longer inferior versions or an "original." If I die, another will go on living my life as if she were me. As is happening now.
On the ground lay the two parts of me that had pierced each other. They were dead. And yet, Salomon recognized me without hesitation, without even waiting for me to awaken.
"Small and great parts of me," I said softly, "come to my side."
From the surrounding area, my copies visibly blushed upon hearing me. No matter how many there were, none were empty, none condemned to live on separate mental islands. They were me, and I was them. As if a spark of hope ignited within each of them, freedom touched us all equally, regardless of our personalities.
Perfect parts of me… even capable of blushing, of doubting, of looking with uncertainty and hope. They didn't know how long they would be allowed to live, but they were willing to find out.
As I watched their expectant faces, I realized something crucial: accepting my fury, and the other emotions, had opened a new crack within me. One that no longer allowed the imposition of power to be the only response to those who followed me. After all, there would no longer be distorted versions of me. They would no longer live under my command, obeying my desires blindly. They were different now… versions of me that, depending on the situation and the circumstances, had to find their own path.
I had created them as reflections, to obey. Now they had to build themselves as beings with identity, with purpose. Their faces, still flushed, displayed a mixture of emotions: confusion, doubt, fear… but also something more. Perhaps it was understanding. A spark, a small flame of comprehension. They had heard my words.
"I'm not perfect," I added, letting sincerity guide me. "But in accepting my mistakes, my desires, my darkness… I've realized we're not so different. You and I… we're the same. So I ask you: accept me as I am, with my flaws, with my weaknesses."
The silence that followed was dense, almost tangible. I could feel their eyes on me, trying to grasp the weight of my words. I was asking something great of them: a shift in how they saw themselves… and in how they saw me.
I didn't know if they could accept it. But I had taken the first step. One necessary to rebuild something deeper, more genuine.
Frightened, my different versions moved closer to one another, seeking comfort in the nearness of their bodies. They wanted to hide what they were feeling, but soon realized it would be futile. The emotions were too strong: fear, uncertainty… but also something deeper that began to bloom, to grow from within.
They looked at one another with a mix of tenderness, arousal, and a shame they couldn't ignore—but didn't want to hide either. It was as if, for the first time, they allowed themselves to feel their emotions without the filter of duty or the commands they used to follow. Their flushed faces, trembling lips, and naked bodies were the physical manifestation of the vulnerability coursing through them.
When they were close enough, their eyes met in silent understanding. In that moment, without a word, they kissed. It was a soft kiss at first, filled with a need for connection that went beyond simple physical desire. Their trembling, exposed bodies embraced in shared intimacy, as if the world had ceased to exist around them.
The warmth of their joined skin, the brush of breasts, and the softness of lips created a bond that seemed to fill the void that once separated them. Through those embraces and kisses, they learned to accept themselves, without restraint or judgment, guided only by the raw truth of what they felt. In that contact they found refuge, a moment of peace that came not from an external command, but from their own need for connection.
I could see Salomon, Gremory, Asmodeus, and the other demons emerging among the bodies, watching the scene with enigmatic expressions. Despite all their attempts to destroy this place during my battle with the others, none had succeeded.
Defeated by the impossibility of obliterating everything, as they saw the outstretched hands of my various versions, their eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and wickedness. I was the consolation prize they could claim. Their bodies trembled with euphoria as they watched how all of us, generally, behaved as one.
Letting go of any restraint, they grew affectionate—hugging, taking, devouring, and playing among us. Between me and the demons, the thousand bodies became wrapped in a slippery game of pleasures, saturating the air with a thick atmosphere of desire.
The demons, fascinated by the spectacle, licked their lips in anticipation, delighting in every caress, every kiss exchanged with overwhelming sensuality. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other, legs and arms entwined in a heated embrace full of moans, further igniting the arousal of those watching us.
Surrendered to pleasure without inhibition, our skin glistened under the light, our movements became fluid and sensual. The bodies of my different versions melded as if they were one, and the demons, ecstatic, understood that this scene wasn't a fleeting pleasure, but the absolute expression of a will surrendered to the power of carnal desire.
As for me, a feeling of satisfaction washed over me as I watched the scene. I felt happy to have been the cause of such euphoria. Embracing Asmodeus, my lips sought Solomon's mouth, melting into an endless kiss.
Passion returned to my heart. My skin burned, and the fluids between my thighs overflowed with every motion. Driven by desire, Solomon offered his member with uncontrollable fervor, while Asmodeus devoted himself to my breasts, caressing them with a mix of tenderness and voracity.
Tongues intertwined, saliva mingled, kisses grew more intense, charged with animalistic need. Moans escaped our lips, banishing any trace of silence. Pleasure was the only law that ruled us. In that whirlwind of sensations, where physical contact was everything, time ceased to exist. So did logic.
Somewhere, one of my copies or one of the demons might have tried to rationalize what was happening. But they soon realized it was futile. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was the shared pleasure, the fulfilled desire, and the total surrender to the chaos of our intertwined bodies.
Aroused, I spread my legs with almost sacred anticipation. With a decisive gesture, I took Asmodeus' hand. His cold skin contrasted with the heat radiating from mine. I guided it to my sex, seeking the touch that would stoke the already blazing fire.
The contact was immediate. A wave of sensation shot through my body from head to toe. The pleasure was instant. For a while, I had believed myself doomed to never enjoy sex. That fragmentation had left a wound of insecurity hard to heal.
But those beliefs were fading. The pressure of Solomon's fingers sliding into my cavity, along with Asmodeus' cock, washed away all doubt. My wet flesh opened with ease. And with every gasp torn from my throat, the past unraveled.
I let myself be taken by the pleasure that consumed me. There was no room for anything else. Desire enveloped me completely, growing with every caress, every passing second.
I felt my nipple disappear between the lips of another entity. It was Gremory. With her tongue, she played with a skill that drew involuntary moans from me. At the same time, Asmodeus, with precise movements, massaged my sex. And Solomon managed to insert another of his fingers into my second hole.
In that constant rhythm, the sensations accumulated. Every caress, every touch sparked the onset of an orgasm within me.
I couldn't hold it back anymore. I began to tremble, feeling the pleasure climb to a point of no return. My breathing turned erratic, and my body surrendered to absolute ecstasy, exploding in an intense wave of arousal that overwhelmed me completely. Embracing Asmodeus, my muscles tensed and relaxed all at once, yielding to the desire that consumed us.
From that moment on, our bodies—repressed for so long—became a whirlwind of unrestrained sensations. As if freeing ourselves from the yoke of repression, both sexual and emotional, multiplied the intensity of each encounter exponentially. In the simplest act—being penetrated, kissed, embraced, and loved by those three beings who filled my world—I found exactly what I needed.
Even amid orgasms, each touch instantly reignited our excitement, making our bodies react instinctively. Without words, caresses and kisses burst forth in a passionate, burning dance. Among mountains of bodies—a homogeneous mass of demons and versions of me—we did it without rest, filling every corner of the world we inhabited.
The false sky, the earth, and the trees bore witness, silently applauding each caress, each orgasm. The vibration of desire seemed to shake the foundations of Heavens, a place bowing before the unbreakable force of our passion.
But my world was always my body... and the bodies of those who accompanied me. Even as I recovered from the contractions triggered by orgasm, I kissed with sweetness and tenderness, leaving a trail of little kisses that traveled up the genitals of Gremory and the two men at my side.
They moaned uncontrollably as those kisses became strokes of my tongue, crossing the line of the intimate. They trembled as the heat of my mouth enveloped their members, disappearing into my throat.
Gremory and I, overcome with arousal, surrendered ourselves to both men and women alike. Kneeling side by side, we competed to see which of us could hold the member in our throat the longest. Both of us looked up, moaning.
They, unable to resist any longer, let out an almost animalistic grunt.
And seeing them trying to hold back, attempting to prolong their climax, I shouted:
"Come on!," I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment. "In my mouth, please…"
And then I swallowed him whole again.
"Look at me," Solomon said. "Look at me while I come."
I obeyed. Our eyes met, and the connection was absolute. I stared at him intensely, and as he began to tremble, I quickened the rhythm of my head. His hand stroked my scalp with a blend of force and tenderness as he came, emptying himself completely into my throat.
Willing to yield the next ejaculation, Gremory leaned in and slid her tongue along my soaked slit, caressing me with demonic precision.
The cycle of the day came to an end. And in the eternal night, the seasons shifted to cleanse and consume the dead bodies. Little by little, from among hundreds of thousands of copies and demons, only four bodies remained… still yearning to feel, without barriers.
Beneath torrential rain, brutal cold, cruel drought, and abyssal fire… I was still being penetrated.
Solomon, Asmodeus, and Gremory continued to plunge into the tender folds of my vulva, fascinated by its texture, by the desire it stirred in them. Holding each other tightly, when no one else remained, the four of us kept moving, driven wild by lust, convulsing between slow and fast movements. We were four bodies consumed by pleasure, surrendered to a passion that seemed eternal.
"Freedom!" I moaned, aroused. "I love it when they fuck me in the ass…"
With my face buried in Gremory's sex, I spread my pale cheeks to feel the deep thrust of their cocks. One in my womb, another in my bowels.
"Yes… like that… hard… do it hard…"
We moved in unison, embracing each other, sharing a blend of tenderness and endless passion. Each thrust, each clash of our bodies, bound us tighter. The pleasure we shared grew without restraint, wrapping us in a unique, intoxicating experience.
One final orgasm shook us. Our bodies collapsed at the same time, exhausted. I felt Asmodeus' cock release every last drop into my womb, while Solomon's quivered deep in my guts.
Then I saw it: his body, trembling… giving in. Solomon was leaving life behind. What humans call a heart attack… I called it: dying while making love.
After the storm, came the calm. Silence took hold of the place.
Asmodeus, who was tenderly caressing my back, also faded. His body dissolved into liquid shadow, like a cloud disappearing after the rain.
"Can I sleep with you?" Gremory asked in a soft whisper.
"Of course," I replied with a peaceful smile, as the world around us faded into a well-earned rest.
"I have to admit I was scared…" she added, her voice sounding like a farewell. "I didn't want to believe Solomon. Over time… I became someone who never held on to hope, just so I wouldn't be disappointed."
"Thank you for being by my side," was all I could say, with complete sincerity.
"If you ever pass through my realm, ask for me… I'll make sure you have a very good time," she whispered, resting her head on my chest.
"I'm glad to hear that… my friend."
I couldn't see her face, but I felt her smile. Happy to be treated as something more than a demon.