Sextuple

“Fighting evil? Is that what motivates you lot?” sneered Unhath, folding her three sets of arms, each hand sporting a sixth finger.

The Marilith, a great demon with the lower half of a massive serpent and the upper half of an attractive, six-armed woman, leaned back on her snake tail and glared at the assembled warriors.

“If that’s all you want there’s much better you could do then me. One demon? One of the limitless horde of the abyss? You think slaying just one drop of water in the endless sea of darkness that is demon kind will make any difference?”

Unhath was unarmed, though a set of six scabbards hung by her waist, each one containing a blade with a wicked, jagged edge. The straps supporting them crisscrossed her body, the leather made of foul dretch skin, their lengths restraining her prodigious breasts in an impromptu harness.

Surrounding her were eight warriors, each a member of the Brotherhood of The Sun. Their tall cloth hoods and bulky chain mail cast strange shadows on the walls of the dungeon, their spears’ making long shafts of darkness that crisscrossed the crypt. The company, originally fifteen warriors, had fought their way through the dungeon, slaughtered a score of demons and their foul worshippers, to find the terrifyingly alluring snake-fiend at the head of it all. Brother Akkad, the most learned of the party, warned them that Mariliths were dreaded captains of demonic armies, strategists and abyssal generals par excellence.

“We have sworn oaths, foul one, to destroy every fiend in the lower planes, and you are no different!” Shouted Brother Sargon, his bushy beard poking out the bottom of his hood.

“Run her through brothers, before she can do further harm!”

Sargon rushed forwards, aiming his spear at the demon’s heart, bellowing a guttural warcry, his mail clanking and jangling as he did so. Sargon’s boots thudded heavily against the hard stone of the dungeon as he charged at the monster, the tall peak of his hood waving behind him. Brother Ashurban dropped his weapon, the spear bouncing and rolling a few feet away, and leapt after him, reaching for his comrade to pull him back in line, but the other warrior was to far.

Unhath smirked and there was a blur of motion from her serpent half, and her tail whipped from it’s resting position, wrapping around Sargon’s ankle. The burly soldier took a curious half-step, and found his leg held immobile, before being yanked into the air by his ankle and dangled before the buxom demon.

Unhath grinned and slithered toward her captive, placing four of her hands on her hips, one behind her head and wagging her finger with the sixth.

“Good initiative, your allies should take after you. Always better to act on one’s impulses then to over think things, but you don’t charge an enemy greater than yourself without support. Were you under my command I‘d have you flogged for that.”

The serpentine fiend pulled at Sargon’s hood, tearing the tall red fabric in two and revealing the man beneath, his beady eyes bright with terror, his olive skin beaded with sweat and his beard drenched in the same.

“Release him fiend, this is your last warning!” Said Brother Akkad, his voice shaky and unsure.

“No, no I don’t think I will,” said the marilith, “I have a better idea.”

The feminine monster ran one hand through her short black dreadlocks and seductively wormed her forked tongue over the ring that pierced her lower lip. With deliberate slowness, three more of her hands, stroked brother Sargon’s armored form, a pair of fingers stroking the underside of his chin, another six-fingered hand running over the outside of his mailed thigh. The suspended warrior gritted his teeth, and looked imploringly at his companions for aid and guidance.

“You should forget about trying to slay me; for one you’d fail, and besides, there are a thousand tanr’ri just waiting to take my place. You cannot fight entropy,” she said as she slid her fingers around the edges of Sargon’s panicked face, two of her other hands working to undo his belt, the final three undoing her own meager coverings.

“But there is another foe, one you wouldn’t waste your efforts in fighting“ she continued, as her scabbards fell to the ground, revealing her full, round breasts, her areolas tinted a pale green.

The warriors turned to Brother Akkad, looking to him for guidance, their weapons wavering as the demon disrobed their brother. The senior warrior chewed his beard, estimating their odds of besting her without Sargon. If they attacked, she would likely slay him, even without her weapons. He knew all greater demons possessed many magical powers, even though he knew not what this one in particular could do. It was becoming clearer and clearer to him that their situation was hopeless; they would lose Sargon if they tried to attack, and it was likely at least three more of their number would perish to bring the monster down; if they could at all.

“I think the Brotherhood has lost enough of it’s members today, lets hear your proposal fiend.”

Unhath removed Sargon’s belt, pulling his greaves and other leg-ware from his body with one great tug. She slid around her quarry, keeping one hand on Sargon’s chin and another two on his hairy buttocks.

“If you attempt to fight me, you will die, and the evils of my kind will go unpunished. But there is an army of devils, weak, cowardly baatezu, who you could slay in droves. Those despotic monsters are not as limitless as my kin, and your actions would actually matter, would slow their aims of tyranny and weaken their war efforts.”

“You’d still uphold those precious oaths, fight the forces of evil and protect the innocent and that trash,” she said as one of her hands reached around Sargon’s flaccid member, her six digits wrapping around his phallus, “no strings attached.”

“And if we don’t trust demons easily?” Said Akkad, warily eying her actions from under his hood. He could tell his men were getting confused, some even aroused, by the serpentine monster’s attentions to their brother.

“Then you’d be wise, but my hatred for the Baatezu is greater then my desire to lie. Still, we will make a deal like we do in Azzagrat, with the joining of fleshes.”

Unhath laid back, so her entire length lay on the cold dungeon floor, dropping Sargon roughly to the ground, her fingers still wrapped around his cock. The Brothers of The Sun could see Sargon’s face wince in discomfort as Unhath started to stroke up and down, squeezing the shaft of his cock. Sargon gasped, and sat up to stop Unhath, but her tail coiled around his waist and pulled him back.

“Come now, no need for that. We are allies now, united in the fight against the legions of hell. What better way to commemorate this joining of arms,” she said as she tugged his member, feeling it grow harder between her fingers, “then with a different joining of arms?”

She rubbed Sargon’s organ faster, stopping at the top to rub his head with her six fingertips, which caused him to gasp and buck his hips. Unhath could feel the warmth of his penis in her hand, the little thrusts of his hips as he attempted to match her rhythm. She grinned in malicious glee as Sargon winced his face in pleasure, his hands grasping at the hard floor.

“This one isn’t the only one who desires to fight the threat of the baatezu, is he?” Asked the demon as she pumped Sargon’s phallus, her five free hands beckoning the warriors over.

“You do know how to march, don’t you? Don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you. Come and partake of the pleasures of the flesh; consummate our agreement.”

Brother Ashurban was the first to come forward, shuffling a few paces towards the lewd scene before turning back to look at his stunned comrades, seeing their tall, dark silhouettes framed by sputtering torclight. They watched the demon with rapt attention, Brother Haal had even dropped his spear and was busy fishing in his pants for his other one. Swallowing, Ashurban removed his hood and approached the grinning demon, eyeing how Sargon’s hips thrust up in time with her, how she occasionally traversed all the way down his shaft and played with his testicles. He stood over the reclining woman, swallowing and trying to look away from his comrades, a few more of which were beginning to follow him. Before he could say a word a trio of deft hands were undoing his pants, pulling them down and stroking his member, bringing it to rigid attention , causing his legs to quiver and his hips to buck involuntarily.

Soon time four others had surrounded her, each one’s shaft being pumped by one of the marilith’s strong hands. Their gasps of frustration and arousal delighted Unhath, who licked her dark lips in anticipation. Only two of the humans had not come over yet, had not submitted to her desires. They were so easy to manipulate, so willing to embrace her sinful charms, using any flimsy excuse to satiate themselves. Two of the men on her left were particularly well endowed, and she relished squeezing their engorged members tightly, almost painfully, feeling their sweaty skin slide between her fingers. The most recent Brother to approach her had shut his eyes and leaned his head back, mouth slightly agape. The bearded warrior held onto her vigorously pumping hand, trying to guide and direct it as he thrusted powerfully upwards, as though he was penetrating a woman’s nethers. Unharth made sure at the apex of each of his thrusts to rapidly clench and unclench her hands, to stroke and tease his head.

The seventh member of the company approached, already naked and masturbating, standing at the edge of the group of hot, sweaty men and the buxom snake-woman. Unhath hissed maliciously and swung her hips, her whole lower body moving in time. Slowly, the tip of her tail wormed its way up his leg, running up his inner thigh and coiling around his member.

“Nobody is getting left out, mark my words. Now I order you to let go of that tool and let your commander do her work.”


Brother Sargon grunted, his face wincing in pleasure as his cock spasmed and released its seed across Unhath’s torso, splattering her shoulders and neck with semen. The monster rolled her head back and stuck her tongue out, giving the warrior a better angle to paint her body white with his cum.

She turned to face Brother Akkad, the last member of the party who had not yet come to her. Grinning, she pumped the six warriors she held in her grip faster, her biceps flexing with each tug. The men groaned, some almost lost their footing, and the one she held in her tail gasped as her scaly end constricted his cock, wrapping around it and stroking it from its base to its top, the powerful muscles allowing her even greater control then she had with her hands.

A second Brother came, gasping as he did so and bending double, his ejaculate coating her upper armpit and one of her middle arms, a few drops still leaking from his shriveling member staining her fingers.

“They all enjoy it, see? They’ve all decided that joining to combat the devils is a far superior choice then attempting to fight me, so why do you resist? Come and join them, come and join the fight against Baator. I COMMAND you to, soldier, that‘s an order!”

“You are monstrous,” he grunted, averting his eyes from the blasphemous scene before him.

“A demon of the foulest pits, I will never share my seed with you.”

Unhath tugged harder, enough to elicit grunts of pain from some of the men, bringing them closer and closer to orgasm. She reveled in her adroitness; able to control and overpower these men in coitus as she could in a display of arms. Their feeble wills were her to direct and toy with, to use as pawns in a great game of infernal strategy. A game of which she was a master. The man she held in her tail shot into her coils, droplets of his ejaculate dripping from between her lengths, her sinuous lower half pulling harder and harder on him to milk out every last drop of seed, but some still dripped onto the duneon floor.

She bit her lip and frowned at Akkad, her reptilian eyes looking him over. Her sharp eyes noticed a telltale bulge in his pants, one hand resting nervously over it.

“Yet I make you hard?” She said.

“Do these,” she puffed out her chest, drawing attention to her breasts, “not attract you?”

She squeezed the men tightly, causing a fourth and fifth cum as one, painting her breasts and midriff with ropy strands of sticky white semen, the two men‘s cum speckling her skin with white. The final two she tugged faster and faster, a needy, sultry grin on her face, her eyes flitting from one to the other. She angled the leftmost one’s member at her face, and he shot out his seed, an enormous amount of the sticky white stuff splattering her visage, some landing on her outstretched tongue which she swallowed with glee.

The final Brother followed suit, his cum hitting her side and pooling where her serpentine half joined with her humanoid section.

Disengaging from the gasping, winded warriors, Unhath slithered over across the crypt to Akkad. Her half-dozen hands rubbed her cum-stained torso, rubbing the fluid into her skin and causing it to glisten, long strands between her body and fingers forming from the lewd act.

“You cant be the only one here who doesn’t release. What would your men think, the one they follow not consummating their oath to fight the devils?”

She slithered around to face him, the older man blushing from the debased demon’s perverted acts. Hissing between her lips, the marilith slowly descended, at first to eye level, placing four of her cum-stained hands on Akkad’s armored chest. The warrior moved to stop her, grabbing her shoulders and pushing, but found the demon too strong, and as she reached his waist he found his strength to stop her fading. The cum-covered demon’s hands reached around him, squeezing his buttocks and pulling his crotch closer to her face.

“ I order you to let yourself release,” she said, sighing breathily into his groin. Unhath bit at the brim of his pants, her teeth scraping against the skin of his crotch. Slowly, she pulled down his pants with her teeth, revealing his half-erect cock.

“Come with us…”

Akkad groaned as the demon’s lips locked around the head of his cock, her mouth forming a wet seal around his maleness. Her lips sucked hard, drawing him in, and her arms clutched at his body as she gulped down more of his length. Akkad was powerless to resist, and his hands slowly traversed up her shoulders to grip the back of her head, balling up her dreadlocked hair in his fists. His cock became harder, allowing Unhath to draw more of him into her mouth, covering his phallus in demonic saliva.

Rolling her his head around in her mouth, Unhath coiled her tongue around his penis, constricting it and tugging it with her prehensile muscle. Akkad groaned, his body feeling hotter, especially in his heavy chain mail. Her wet mouth suckled on him, and as she rolled her head and worked her jaw, Akkad felt his reservations fading. Two of her arms had worked their way up his body and held the back of his neck, another two doing the same for his buttocks. Her third and fourth hands squeezed her breasts, toying with her nipples and playing with her sizeable mammeries.

Emboldened, Akkad surged forwards, pushing the buxom fiend back and grabbing the sides of her head. Shutting his eyes and groaning, he started to roughly fuck her face, driving his member deeply into her throat. Unhath groaned and arched her back, curving down to give him a better angle and squeezing his throat and rear, all the while mauling her own tits. The human’s dick penetrated her wet orifice, droplets of saliva mixed with pre leaking from the corners of her mouth. Unhath suckled more vigorously, her lips working in time with Akkad’s violent thrusts. His hips moved faster and faster, his balls slapping against Unhath’s chin with a wet smack.

He could hold back no longer, and pushed himself as deep in as he could, driving the head of his cock into the back of the demon’s throat. His balls churned, and he emptied himself into her, shooting his seed directly into the back of Unhath’s throat.

She didn’t let him withdraw until every drop had been milked from his cock, and even then the marilith kept his organ in her tight oral grip, rolling it around her mouth and teasing it with her tongue. When he finally was released, Akkad fell to the ground in a sweaty, panting heap, watching the demon uncoil and rise above him, strands of saliva and cum covering her chin. Each of her hands glowed a bright green, and in a flash of abyssal magic the other seven brothers vanished.

“Excellent mortal, the deed is done, and done very well. Those seven will find themselves at home in The Blood War, I’m sure by the time the Babus are done branding and enlisting them they’ll fit right in among the other slaves.”

“M-m-monster,” gasped Akkad, the horror of what he had done dawning on him. The sheer blasphemy of it; willingly copulating with a demon, one that had seduced and enslaved his comrades, it was soul crushing. And he had enjoyed it! He had the chance to resist, to fight her, and he chose to let her have her way with him and his men!

“Of course, what else would you expect me to be? You’ll join them on the fields of blood soon enough, but I don’t want you on the front ranks. No, you’ll be right by my side at all times my pet, after we get you fitted for a collar and leash of course.”

Unhath leaned over Akkad, running her tongue up his neck and to his ear, leaving a trail of saliva where it went. He shuddered in fear and sadness when the enormity of what was happening dawned on him. Unhath’s coils wound around him, as her many hands started to unbuckle his armor and run their many fingers through his beard, and the buxom monster sighed passionately into his ear.

“My adviser, for all time, that’s what you’ll be. And of course when I want some pleasures of the flesh, I’ll have you right at my side. You should be happy, maybe if you please me well enough I can turn you into a demon yourself, then we can have some real fun.”