Fucking Huge Greentext archive 3

>There are two main emotional paths Balgaar take post-change
>1: Staunchly hold on to their pride and refuse to engage i any silly human nonsense, holding out as long as possible. (Until finally worn down by other demons telling them to get over themselves, but they don’t know that.)
>2: Pretty much immediately buckle and embrace the comforts of human society.
>Miss Xa’enthul, Breaker Of Bones, had assumed she’d be more like the first category, but after getting her alterations she felt very… Confused.
>For the next few days her body felt so alien to her. The pain she had been used to constantly feeling in the background, the sharp agony that any Augmented Balgaar would focus on to drive their own war-frenzy had gone.
>Her stomach, once torn open and raw, was healed, and restored into a set of washboard abs. She hadn’t had those in so long…
>Even the wounds from her lost limbs no longer stung, the scarring faded.
>And her face…
>She would look at herself in the very large mirror installed in her new home. So.. so human.
>She had overheard a human male talking to his friend. Saying she had looked “cute.”
>Cute? Was she cute? Was cute… good? Balgaar were not supposed to be cute. But she couldn’t feel upset about it.
>She would touch her cheek, still looking herself over, feeling how silky soft her skin was now.
>Mmm. Soft. Soft things were new. There was nothing soft back in hell. She had thought that such weakness-promoting nonsense would be more awful… but it wasn’t bad.
>She was soft too… her front and her backside. They also felt not-awful. VERY not awful.

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>Walking through the UAC facility she worked at, she’d see humans stop and stare.
>It was embarrassing at first, she thought there was something wrong with her. But she realized they must have been like that human, they thought she was “cute”, and she started to like it. A lot.
>And she realized that a lot of her coworkers were “cute” too. Really cute, and so tiny! Tininess made them even cuter in her eyes. She could just scoop them up if she wanted to! And, and then what? She heard humans did thing to show other things that they liked them, but she was fairly ignorant in that regard.
>Her neighbor was an Imp girl, and Xa’enthul heard she went out and interacted with humans a lot. Maybe she’d know more.
>Soon Ayole, the Imp, was taking Xa’enthul out on the town, to clubs in big warehouses accommodating her size.
>It was wild. Everywhere there were demons of all social classes, interacting, living together with no quarrel. And she saw how humans shared feelings of liking each other. Touching, and holding hands, and embracing without crushing eachother’s ribcages. And… and kissing.
>She was very intrigued by the weird mouth-touch thing called kissing.
>She asked Ayole, who had already had quite a lot to drink, about kissing, and she beckoned her to lean down closer so she could explain.
>She grabbed both sides of Xa’enthul’s face and kissed her.
>”You… you think I’m cute?”
>”Babe you’re not just cute. You’re sexy~”
>”Sexy…”

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>Like some kind of hidden code, some part of her awakened. A wet, hungry part of her very essence. Sex. That was something Balgaar rarely ever engaged in. Their species was scattered in hell, usually one to a fortress.
>But now the urge to… to perform procreative acts was strong. Not even to produce young, but to share in this strange passion. This appreciation for the cute… no… sexy bodies she saw around her. So many soft curves.. and.. and sexy faces… and lips to kiss! She groaned, feeling needy. The bucket of strange beverage her friend had ordered for her made her face feel like it was on fire.
>Sex. Sexy sex with sexy cute things. Yessss…
>It was a blur after that. She came to at her own apartment, on her bed… with company.
>Ayole had a friend, one who looked a lot like her in fact.. or maybe she was seeing double.
>They were crawling on top of her, worshipping her body. Yes, that was proper. It was a sexy body. a CUTE sexy body. It needed love.
>And so did her tiny little cuties. Such sexy little cuties. Mmmm… They needed attention too.
>She grabbed one, she squealed in surprise, but not displeasure. She wriggled in her grip, but stopped struggling when she realized that she was getting pulled up towards Xa’enthul’s face.
>Slurrp, slurrp, slurrp.
>Mmmm, tasty too. So many good adjectives to apply to her new friends.
>The trists soon became a nightly occurrence. And any time a co-worker would give her a longer-than-usual glance, she’d happily approach them and ask if they thought she was cute.
>”Oooh… you’re cute too~”
>She would grin, hungrily looking over her newest friend.
>So tiny… So cute…

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>A lot of demons have a very.. different scale of what's new and different in the ways of romance.
>Rough fucking is fairly standard
>Kissing, though, is very different. Very confusing.

>Tender loving is the new taboo.

Predatory species and species inclined towards harem social structures tend to be pretty underwhelming in that department, so from a demonic perspective evolution would lead to humans being hung like Ron Jeremy on overdrive.

Huh, I'd assume that with all the hooves they'd have rather equine like endowments, or maybe elephant like

The stuff that determines it is social structure rather than the hooves and such. That said, cows do tend to form harem structures around bulls, who exert aggressive dominance. Correspondingly, adult bulls only go up to 16", and considering how fucking massive a mature bull is that's pretty feeble, especially since part of it is more for reach rather than penetration. They're also only about 1.25 to 1.5 inches in diameter.

Wait this fits perfectly for Nu-Mars backstory. It even explains why you cant see shit between canon demon's legs despite a total lack of pants.

>And why so many become total sex-fiends after the makeover, gaining such comparatively extreme sexual aspects, often not knowing what they're getting into (except for the humaboos)

Besides it being a good replacement for urges of violence/conquest.

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>While typically asocial in day-to-day existence, in some of the harsher realms of hell Imps would cluster together for increased odds of survival
>Nesting together in the same cave, sleeping in huge piles to avoid getting dragged off by predators
>For some imps crossing over to Nu-Mars, this instinct holds over
>Groups of immigrant imp forming social clusters to help each other feel safe in this alien world.
>Still sleeping together in large piles, but now a lot more... snuggly, after the body changes.
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>You've recently moved to Mars, receiving a good job offer for your programming skills
>Your new apartment's pretty nice all things considered
>Except for one problem
>Neighbors
>You hear them scrabbling and thumping around and moving things around constantly through the wall. Playing music at really late hours.
>After a week of trying to put up with it, but eventually your lack of decent sleep got the better of you.
>You get up, still in your PJs, march on out into the hall and knock on their door.
>An imp answers the door, and you are given pause
>She's dressed in nothing but a grey t-shirt that loosely hangs over her (more than modest) chest, and a pair of pink fuzzy panties with bunnies on them.
>"Hello?" She asks, a little nervously. You immediately get the sense she's very unused to Normal Human Conversation.
>You force your brain to reboot and ask, in a manner more subdued and tame than you originally intended, if they could keep it down, as you've been having trouble sleeping.
>She becomes very embarrassed and apologetic. Apologizing on behalf of her and her friends. They're unused to standard human day-night cycles,and loud music helps them relax.
>Friends?
>You see past her, and notice the hammocks and bunkbeds all lines up along the walls of the apartment
>In the middle of the room is a pile of cushions topped with a pile of imps
>They're all not wearing much, and what they do have on is as mismatched as the one at the door's.
>Some of them poke their heads up. Some are shy/surprised, while others smile and raise a finger and beckon.
>The one at the door continues. "It's pretty hard sleeping on your own, right? You could join us for the night if you like..." She says, twiddling her fingers shyly.
>You look at the demons, snuggled up on top of each other, curves squished up against curves, and your mouth answers before your brain could act.
>Uh.. sure, why not?
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>Half an hour later
>It's warm. That's one of the first big sensory observations. With all these imps cuddling up around you, the shared body heat completely discards any need for blankets
>The combined tactile sensations of soft demon curve, and solid demon muscle is the next thing. Some are more muscular than others, some plumper
>Thankfully a lot of them are 4th plane, so there's not as many spikes to worry about. And the ones that are 1st/2nd have theirs filed down to just be mildly umcomfortable to be pressed up against
>What's the most oddly comforting though is the sound
>The odd sighs, snores, and soft breathing surrounding you create this bubble of cozy atmosphere
>You feel yourself drifting off into a comfortable dream-state
>Until you feel the hand on your crotch
>You startle slightly, causing the imp to your left to groan in her sleep, as you realize one of them is lazily rubbing your crotch with her hand
>It doesn't go much further than intermittent gentle squeezing, but you begin to realize its going on all around you
>Every few seconds you'd catch an instance of soft, sleepy groping. Rubbing a breast, squeezing a thigh, kissing against a bare patch of skin
>It was like a slow motion, tame orgy.
>The imp behind you shifted, and pressed her bosom gently against the back of your head, making a gentle coo.
>Not wanting to make a scene, and too tired to get up, you 'resign' yourself to playing along, gently stroking against whatever your hand is next to.
>Hours later, you awaken with an imp girl's legs wrapped around your face.
>Despite that, it's the best sleep you've had in weeks.
>A week later you see about having a door installed between your apartments.
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>Lunch with Pain Elemental of the 2nd plane
>She's wearing a kickass leather jacket, but you notice some very prominant zippers on the front, where her huge boobs have the leather to the test
>When the food arrives, she suddenly reaches up and unzips her front
>Two big mouths nearly burst out from the leather pouches, big cartoonish tongues hanging down.
>"Mmmph, feels good letting the girls breath."
>She casually keeps talking with her face mouth as she feeds her sandwich to her left breast, the maw greedily devouring it with sloppy glee.
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>motorboat your 2nd plane PE gf
>get your neck and shoulders licked and nibbled by her breast-maws
>listen to her moan like a wet bitch while you do so
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>PE gf lets you titfuck her
>her long, warm tongues lick and massage your balls the whole while
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>Meanwhile
>You are different guy hanging with YOUR Pain Elemental friend with benefits
>She has mouths for hands
>Sometimes the alteration process is more art than science, so certain things wind up differently for different demons
>Anyway
>You two are "holding hands"
>Her warm tongue wrapped around your fingers as her hand sucks around your, savoring the salty taste of your human flesh
>It gets her a little hot and heavy, so she starts making out with her free hand to let off steam
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>To deal with daily tasks that involve stuff that one would rather not put in their mouth, Handmouthed PE's train their Lost Souls to hold things for them
>Watching them clean is like a weird version of that Snow White scene
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>"Whistle while you work!"
>Oh, you guys don't have lips or vocal chords...
>"'Hahhh' while you work!"
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>Your Pain Elemental friend starts hacking and coughing.
>You give them a few good smacks on the back because you're helpful like that.
>It reaches a fever pitch and then...
>hurk urk grgl HORK
>They vomit up a lost soul.
>They pant and gasp for a moment as the small beast floats around the room.
>They straighten themselves up and turn to you.
>"Heh. Sorry about that. Happens all the time."
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Random worldbuilding musing:

Kind of tempted to have all the bug-monster enemies from Doom 3 be their own faction. Vagaries, Trites, Cherubs, it just feels kind of right to have them be their own unique grouping in hell.

My concern is of course, limiting potential waifubility for the AU. Im just sort of thinking this over as a possibility.
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Makes sense to me.

Vagaries are, by all indication, "normal" demons instead of "boss" ones (Their bodies burn away upon death, for example)… and yet they only appear once in UED territory, with all other encounters in Hell or abandoned Hell Temples. So they aren't (quite) rare, but are almost completely uninvolved in the invasion of Mars. They also are only seen in Doom 3 and its expansions, absent from the rest of the Doom mythos.

Unless they're behind the scenes pulling strings (hah hah bad spider pun) on the Hell side of the portals, they probably have little to no affiliation with its armies. Curiously enough, they're also (marginally) more dangerous than the average Hell Knight, which - combined with their mobility - can explain why they're still semi-autonomous.

With Hell having been emptied both by the failed invasion and the new "rehabilitation" program going on, their population could be on the rise… with a noticeable split between those tempted to join the UED, those wanting to consolidate in Hell instead, and those (either sans- or post-treatment) going "fuck y'all making my own home". So you have a three-way tug between those trying to integrate, those posing trouble more for Hell loyalists than the UED, and those scattering the Martian wasteland making their own little Vagary-and-Trite fiefs
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My general idea is there's "The Hive", one of the major power players in hell after the major destabilization brought about by the IOS's death.

Generally more savage and predatory than other hell sects, pretty much focused on propagation and feeding, rather than "conquest" and any demonic religion motivation.

Vagary's on top, trites/ticks as the major populous/soldiers, and cherubs as the workers. I also have ideas about what a matured cherub would look like, theorizing that in Doom3 all the player encountered were ones in their larval stages.

Of course there are Vagary defectors though cuz mm-mm spider titties.

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Are Vagaries, Trites, and Cherubs related at all? I was seeing it like an ant colony kind of way where vagaries are the "queens" and are able to produce the other two.
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Well not canonically bit feels like a logical path to take, them all being in the same game and sharing the aesthetic of 'Insectoid monster mixed disturbingly human physiology."
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Yeah that was my thought too. I'd also say that they wouldn't be a one to one comparison with ants either, what with the whole one queen to thousands of workers, soldiers, and drones. I was seeing the vagaries still being pretty populous with each one having a couple dozen of worker cherubs and maybe a couple hundred trites.
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I think Vagaries were ultimately related to Arachnotrons from a dev perspective, so you could make a case for them being a cousin species sort of like maggots and imps. Plus that way you get to have two spider-themed waifus, Vagaries more commonly going the drider "spider centaur" route while Arachnotrons might err on the six armed humanoid style of spider-people to give some differentiation.

Perhaps demons that transformed to the style usually favored by the other species get pouty if you misidentify them.
Given that one of the main distinguishing factors would be vagaries having several eyes whereas arachnotrons only have two, correctly identifying them despite having an unusual body form might be something they find touching/flustering, since it means you noticed their eyes.

You could conceivably justify retaining the classic spider mastermind/arachnotron leg styles for four of the six arms as there being a sizeable nerdy gearhead contingent of transformed arachnotrons who like their utility for gripping large machine parts mechadendrite style.
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Well, Arachnotrons are really only called that because of their robotic prosthetics. Like, without them they're pretty much kraangs.

Wheras vagary's are full on arachnid buggy monster bug people bugs.
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my Personal thoughts are
>trites = annoying pests that swarm and eat anything
>vagaries = another demon that has the choice of going through the conversion process, choosing to help in either construction or disaster clean ups with their telekinesis
>Cherubs = act like giant moth baby things, bumping into windows and light sources

just my personal take
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Yeah. Though Trites are probably classified as a level of "pest" and more like "Serious demo-ecological threat that needs to be hunted down wherever its found"

And cherubs are like, hm. Like I said Im picturing more advanced stages of them, probably lower than vagary's sapience wise, higher than trites? So the few that get converted are probably like, kept by vagary's as pet/servants.
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>vagaries have pet cherubs
>they are like weird house cats, knocking over cups of water, using a litterbox or being tried to use a toilet
> "stray" cherubs routinely get in fights with pain elementals lost souls
>crazy cat lady of the demon world
>vagaries have pet cherubs
>they are like weird house cats, knocking over cups of water, using a litterbox or being tried to use a toilet
> "stray" cherubs routinely get in fights with pain elementals lost souls
>crazy cat lady of the demon world
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>A lot of converted cherubs are given big doofy cartoon antennae to look more friendly/less creepy
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Ooh! We could play with that idea the one drawfag had about hell guard worms, adopting different insectoid features for cosmetics!

>Bee stripes, moth wings, etc.

>The firefly package is very popular, and in a wide variety of bioluminescence colors!==
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Constant ads for Purely cosmetic changes for cherubs.
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>You’re that schmuck who got roped into fostering a Pinky demon.

>It had just arrived and already the situation was shaky. The thing was glowering at you while hunkered down on its bed, clutching it’s toy cacodemon like you were going to try and steal it.

>You held out your hands to try and show you weren’t a threat. “Heyyy…. girl? Uh…” What did that arch-vile say she was called? Oh right. “Lavender. I, uh… I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m your friend. right? Frieeeeeend.”

>You gingerly stepped closer, and immediately took two steps back when she responded with a deep growl, baring her huge teeth.

>Alright, nevermind. You were totally cool with spending the rest of your life in this half of your apartment, that’s fine.

>You hunkered down in a chair, and tried your damnd-est to appear like you weren’t paying any attention to her, nervously browsing on your datapad Giving her space seemed to work, as she nestled into her bed in a slightly less defensive posture.

>You breathed a sigh of relief, only to be jolted by a another deep growl. “Gah!” you cry. “What did I do this time?!” You say, giving the creature an accusing glance.

>She, however, looked confused and annoyed, like YOU were the one disturbing the silence.

>”Don’t look at me like that! I heard you growl at me! Look, we’re just stuck together, alright? So can we just TRY and get along for like five seconds? Please?

>She continued to stare at you in annoyed befuddlement, before the growling noise started up again, and she winced in displeasure. ”RRRRRRRRRR-“

>Oh. That was her stomach growling. Wow. Wait, shit, he had a whole crate of pinky food, right?
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>”Ah. Uh. You hungry?” You ask, beginning to move towards the refrigerated container. Maybe it’ll be less hostile on a full stomach. You open it, and have to take a moment to goggle at the size of the cuts of meat crammed in. They had to be cows twice the size of normal ones to make steaks that big. Well… nothing ventured…

>You hold up a big juicy slab of red meat, and you watch her eyes lock onto it. “Food?”

>She’s clearly divided between remaining in her fortified position, and getting at that meat. Another rumble from her stomach rives her to choose the latter. With an annoyed huff, she gets up, and trundles over. You look in the kitchen, and spot a huge bowl with her name on it, so graciously provided by the UAC. Slowly, carefully, you drop it into the bowl in front of her, keeping yourself as at much arm’s length away as possible.

>Thankfully, hunger finally seemed to overcome her defenses, and she licked her chops excitedly at the meal, ignoring you completely. With little fanfare, she dives in, tearing into it with her jaws, grunting and snarling ravenously.

>You observe in terrified awe at the spectacle before you, watching tiny chunks of meat fly through the air, trailing juices like protein enriched comets. With sickening certainty, you know you would provide about as much or even less challenge for her to tear through.
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>Moments later, she’s finished, holding the bowl to her face and licking it clean. She finally remembers you were in the room with you, and looks at you, holding out the bowl. “Rnnn!”

>”Uh… you want more? More, Lavender?”

>”Rrrn! Grrruh!””

>Alright she wants more. With lightning speed and efficiency, you make sure her bowl is re-filled before she started looking at you like you were seconds. Another breathtaking display of poor table-manners later, she finally seemed to look satisfied, dropping the bowl unceremoniously on the kitchen-corner floor, and moving back to her bed and curling around her caco plush.

>Alright. That was progress. Maybe. Hopefully.
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>You watched the Pinky, careful not to let her know you were staring, till sh eventually went into an uneasy sleep.

>You exhale, the immediate tension of the situation diffusing. At least now you could get past her into your own room and clear your head a little. You crept by slowly, making sure not to disturb her. You make it into your room, and flop onto your bed, mentally exhausted. Was this your life now? Tied to this angry beast that could kill you at any second? Maybe as much as the demons had reformed, they still needed SOME helpless idiots to torment…

>Wearily, you shut your eyes to clear your head, and before you knew it, you were out like a light, so worn by the afternoon your body forced you to nap while it had the chance.

>Suddenly you’re jolted awake! Something’s shoving at you and jerking your arm. Your eyes snap open to see the Pinky demon above you, and you reflexively try to get away, but she has her hand on your arm and you are not ready to try to test her grip. She barely notices your fear. It dawns on you she looks really anxious, pained even.

>”Hnnnnnnn!” She whines pitifully. She’s really looking bad.

>”Wha, what is it?!” You ask, surprised by the level of concern in your voice.

>She whines again,squirming in discomfort, before awkwardly gesturing hands towards her chest, and you goggle when your eyes finally catch the detail that she’s totally topless. She winces in pain when her hand accidentally smacks into her breast, and you see that they look oddly taut, and flushed, and bigger than you recall them being.

>Oh. Right.

>Milk.
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>But the lady told him that she knew how to work the milker herself? Was something wrong? You get up, awkwardly stepping around the demon, making sure as hell not to bump into her swollen chest, you make your way back to the kitchen corner where that freaky pump set up is.

>Oh for pete’s sake. There was a zip-tie set around the nozzles. You look at her with your eyebrow raised. She could probably tear through the steel walls of this apartment, and here she was struggling with a stupid piece of plastic. You fish around in one of your drawers for the kitchen scissors and begin to cut through the plastic.

> I said you begin to cut through the plastic.

> I SAID YOU-… Fuck. This shit wasn’t plastic was it? You take a closer look at it. Embossed on it is the logo for something called… Dura-tex. Alright, some stupid super plastic for stupid space cargo. had to do this the stupid manual way.

>You begin to futz with the thing, trying your damndest to get the nubbin back through the loop to undo the damn thing, but it was stuck in there and… GRAGH

>She anxiously urged you on, whimpering, carefully cradling her chest. God, how long had you been out? She was in a real bad way.

>Eventually, thumb’s red from forcing the damn thing, you finally undo the zip and the pump system is freed. You push the big obvious start button, and are immediately forced to keep your balance after she shoves past you.

>[Detecting Viable User] blared the computerized pump system, the pumps actually moving on mechanical joints to press against her chest. There’s the faint hiss of them sealing on properly, and then a rhythmic mechanical -shump, shump, shump- sound.
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>She, meanwhile, is in a state of blissful release. She’s panting as her aching bosom is drained, breath steaming, tong lolling. She lets out a deep throaty sigh of relief and you are suddenly reminded that as much as a demon this thing is, its also shaped like a very attractive woman, in your apartment.

>After what feels like an hour, but was probably more like five minutes, the pumping ends, and the cups pull away from her chest. She groans, rubbing her sensitive chest to sooth the sensations, wiping off an errant drop of milk with her finger, then licking it clean. She closes her eyes and exhales deeply.

> She opens her bright amber eyes and stares directly at you, then opens her mouth. “Th…Tha… Thanku.”

>What the shit.

>”What the shit, you can talk?”

>She nods sheepishly. “Can. Not lots word. Coat people say I smart and should go and smarter. No wanted.”

>Her language is simple and janky, but her speaking voice is a lot more pleasant than you imagined. A little snarly, but with a sort of gentleness suffused throughout.

>”That why I teeth and loud when here. Home small. No sisters! You, you smell not home. Bad.”

>Smell? You took a little umbrage, you tried to shower up as cleanly as possible today.

>”But that wrong. You help and feed. I…s…” She paused, struggling to find the next word.

>”You’re sorry?”

>”Sorry! I that! I sorry for teeth and loud and push. You are not bad. I try be… uh…good home sit here…”

>”Okay… I getcha. I’m just, ah, glad you don’t want to kill me!”

>“Oh, no! That is no! First thing coat people tell, first thing me an’ sisters get tell. No hurt peoples. Is thing bad girl is do. No be bad.”
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>”Uh, sure. Have a nice rest?” She nods and trundles back to her bed, snuggling up much more casually and comfortably.

>You decide to head back to the bed as well. It was still early in the evening, but fuck it. You’ll just wake up early and be prepared to deal with the next day with a full night’s rest. You feel like you’re going to need it.
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>You are jolted once again from your slumber, and Lavender is crouching by your bedside.

>”Whaaaat?” You ask exhasperatedly.

>”No sisters.” She says, softly. “Feel loney. I sleep you?”

>”Uh.” Would your bed even handle it? It was UAC science bullshit design, and if that fucking zip-tie was any indicator you’d be fine, but still… You didn’t feel entirely safe with her slumbering next to you. Sure she had apologized but if she had a single bad dream, she could easily crush your windpipe with an accidental squeeze.

>Stil… She was kind of… adorable, crouching there like that, trying to look small. It was your “duty” to look after her…

>”Alright alright, come on up.” You scoot to the other side of the bed, giving her easy access. She stands back to full hight, looming over you, before happily crawling onto the bed. You yep in surprise as she wraps her arms around you, caco plush still clutched in one big hand, and pulls you in tight against herself.

>”Me an’ sisters sleep like this. Feel good. Safe.”

>She makes a sleepy sigh of contentment and snuggles you closer to herself, her powerful muscles pressing against your back… along with her still topless chest. You hate to admit it. Alright you don’t hate it that much. But anyway, you must admit, there’s something to sleeping in the warm embrace of an amazonian demon babe.

>She mumbles an presses her cheek against your head, gently squeezing you with her arms. Alright no this is fucking great. You’re a goddamn weak-willed perv and this feels great. You were dreading this assignment, and it started out fairly rough, but now you had a feeling things were going to be okay.

>She squeezed tighter, and your head was suddenly nestled deep within her bosom, the pillowy yet firm mounds surrounding your vision.

>Help.
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>The demons of Nu-Mars count screamers among the ranks of their lovers.
>Imps: (Inarticulate imp shrieking)
>Hell Knights: "RAAGH! HARDER! HARDER, YOU SOFT ASS PUSSY! I WANNA GET FUCKING RUINED!"
>Cacodemons: "FUCKING YES! OH! OHHHH! KISS ME! LET ME KISS YOU! "
>Revenants: (A disturbing combination of screaming, crying, and laughing while orgasming)
>Mancubi: "OH, YOU SCRUMPTIOUS, LITTLE TREAT! MORE! MORE! *BURP* OH! E-EXCUSE ME!"
>Arch-viles: "YES! YES! OH, ICON YES! SO GOOD! YOU'RE SO GOOD! I WANT TO DO THIS FOREVER"
>Pain Elementals: "HIT ME! CHOKE ME! AAAHHH! BABIES! BABIES, COME TO MAMA! MAMA NEEDS HER LITTLE BITERS!"
>Barons: "YES! SERVE ME! PLEASURE YOUR GODDESS, MEAT! IT'S ALL YOU'RE GOOD FOR! YES! YES!"
—>Vulgars: A constant stream of sailor-level swearing and squeaks

>Maggots: Either moaning in stereo or the muffled sound of their heads making out with eachother

>Bruisers: Passionate moans that grow more staticky and digitized the closer she is to climax
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>Arachnotrons: "OH! OH, MY LOBES ARE ON FIRE! AH! N-N-O ONE HAS EVER TOUCHED ME LIKE THIS BEFORE! GUH! D-DON'T STOP!"
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I thought it'd be more like:
>*barely coherent science babble pertaining to sexual intercourse and its effects on the brain punctuated by grunts*
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>Spider Mastermind: "I PLANNED THIS ALL ALONG!!! YOU FEEL FOR MY SEXUAL TRAP!!~ AHH~HH! I AM A GENUS!~
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>Cyberdemons: "YES! YES! YOUR PUNY, HUMAN BODY BRINGS ME SO MUCH PLEASURE! SERVE THE SUPERIOR BEINGS, MORTAL!"
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>Hell Baroness is a tough and mean girl on the streets but in the sheets is Super sub
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>towering beefy 4th plane baroness
>Totally terrifyingly indimidating but you can't help but be enamored
>By some impossible streak of fortune you manage to hit it off with her at the bar
>After a few too many drinks you wind up at her place
>On the elevator ride up to her apartment you start anticipating/dreading what comes next
>She's probably going to break you ever her knee or crush you between her steel thighs
>When you're finally at her bedroom, she asks if you'd be willing to... fulfill some very specific needs, that are pretty "out there". Dread enters your soul but you give her privacy while she fishes around for whatever ungodly prop she's going to force you on, into, or under.
>She says you can look again.
> She's offering you a pair of giant handcuffs, and she's blushing. Her body language turns completely demure and bashful, which is sort of bizarre on an amazonian behemoth like her.
>"Could... could you make me beg for it
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>You begin working out just to be able to keep up with her needs
>The force required to properly 'punish' her leaves you an exhausted wreck every time.
>And at your current state you can barely lift her 'paddle' let alone hit her in a way that registers as anything stronger than a light pat.
>The thing's more akin to a heap of raw iron than a sex toy.
>Still she loves the attention, and encourages you to compensate with verbal abuse.
>It takes a lot of practice to get into it without immediately feeling awkward and kind of ashamed, but eventually you manage to hit an angle that works
>Berating her for being such a traitor to her class, to debase herself in front of a puny human like you
>She just -gushes- with every added insult
>The scent of her arousal fills the room, a thick cloud of pure lust that makes your brain go foggy
>High on the power trip and the fuck-mist, you stop an demand her to bend down and service you
>She's panting like a dog as she awkwardly crawls, the handcuffs slowing her down, towards your lap.
>She wraps her lips around your meat, and just the shear heat of her steamy maw is enough to get you halfway to eruption.
>But just as her ministrations are about to push you over the edge, you shove her off.
>You command her to turn around.
>Eagerly, she presents, and you take that perfect, muscular ass with as much fury as a puny human can muster.
>She howls, literally howls with pleasure when you finally cum. You collapse onto her back, blacking out.
>You wake up in silken sheets, and see her in her a business suit.
>"Gotta run, big meeting today hun. Feel free to help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen."
>You nod dumbly.
>"Oh, and make sure you eat plenty of protein. -I'm breaking out the chains tonight~"
>She winks as she leaves through the door.
>You sigh deeply, muscles sore. She had you wrapped around her finger.
==
>big, milky demon tiddy
I want this. I want to suckle big, juicy demon tits and drink warm, sweet demon milk.
==
>imps get really clingy when being nursed from
>Hell Knights insist that their milk is the best thing for building muscle
>Cacodemons love to suckle themselves, and they love to share
>mancubi enjoy using their milk in all manner of recipes
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We need more humanized weapons.
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Don't tempt me to try and world-build this. My brain will do it.
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>Gun girls start all the way from a meek, young Pistol-chan to the thick, sensual BFG-MILF
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>Church of the penitent worships the Doom Slayer
>At some point they get their hands on a full set of weapons he used
>Super venerated holy artifacts in their eyes
>One high-up Summoner with contacts in the UAC labs has a crazy idea fueled by religious fervor
>To combine science, demon-spawning magicks, and the artifacts to create 'angels' of the Doom Slayer, to act as agents of 'his divine will' and symbols of both worship and lust
>Salanda personally looks over the proposal, and while thinking it's completely bonkers, can't resist seeing what will happen
>Experimental Nano-tech and Blood rituals are combined, the weapons subjected to waves of argent energy and transformative magicks
>The experiment is a success!
>The 'angels' are born, confused at their own existence, but not hostile
>They are quickly sheltered and trained as elite black-ops soldiers for the UAC
>They instinctively seek out "wielders" to pair up with, as it it enhances their destructive capabilities
>kept secret from the general public, but those who reach high enough echelons of the faith are allowed to bear witness.
>In their hearts they secretly yearn for the day their 'father' will return.
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>Pistol: Shortstack, looks small and sweet but surprisingly brash. Likes to make pew pew noises.

>Shotgun: Sort of the poster-child of the group, intermediary between them and UAC command, dedicated to following orders. Average (by mars standards) build.

>Super Shotgun: Stacked (double barrels), and sort of an old fashioned country girl. Sees Regular shotgun as a little sister and is intensely protective of her.

>Minigun: One of the big girls. Short tempered, one of the first to jump into the fray and start killing. Big, strong, forearms are two chain-gun barrels. Don't tempt her to bring out the third. Wink wink.

>Machine gun: Peppy, eager to be of assistance and prove herself to the rest.

>Rocket Lawn Chair: Fun loving, reckless, loves making things go boom.

>Plasma rifle: Brains of the group. More focused, makes sure the objectives are completed. Body covered in cool blue glowy bits.

>Gauss Cannon. Big, softest of the group. Slow to anger, and maybe a little slow on the uptake. But once she's worked up, she's devastating.

>Chainsaw: Wildcard. Rarely follows the plan. Almost animalistic in her passion for combat.

>BFG9000: Because of her power and energy consumption, tends to hold back a lot, both in combat and in social interaction. Most curvaceous of the group. Misses their "master/father/user" the most.
==

> Another day, another street.
> Humans and demons of all stripes all going about their lives.
> Without warning a sound like bagpipes torturing sheet metal rends the air.
> Demons wince as human heads turn almost as one.
> Hanging in the air is something all recognise, though only the demons from experience.
> An opening Portal to Hell.
> It wobbles and shudders then stabilises, a view of Hell expanding from a pinprick to a gaping hole.
> From the other side comes the unmistakable roar of gunfire.
> The baying of an angry shotgun.
> The scream of a furious plasma rifle.
> Those on the street can't help but react.
> Human hearts beat faster as adrenaline begins to flow.
> Imps crouch, muscles taunt and fingers curled.
> Cacos feel tingles in their throats and lightning begins to spark.
> Pain Elementals call their Souls in close, the small entities twitching with shared agitation.
> The lone Hell Knight steps forwards, placing his ebony bulk between the portal and others.
> Just as the portal opens wide enough for a clear look at the connected plane it is obscured as first one then many forms swarm through.
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> Imps. First and Fourth Plane.
> They dash through to martian soil, heads ducked under their arms, some giving wails of distress.
> The martians were still as if frozen solid with surprise.
> More and more Imps come through as the gunfire echos on, punctuated now by booming explosions.
> Finally after some two dozen Imps have come through a trio appears.
> A pair of Vulgar Imps flanking a Maggot. The slightly smaller pair are almost carrying the twin-headed demon, who bore eye watering burns to both legs.
> Finally a Summon slid through the rent in reality after the third plane demons.
> But then it stopped and turned back looking to where it had come from.
> And all gathered around could see what the fleeing demons had obscured.
> A man.
> Clad in green plated armour, bearing guns almost as legendary as the man himself.
> The Slayer.
> The Summoner reached out a ruddy hand in offering.
> But The Slayer gave only a small shake of his head, as if reluctant or sad.
> And then with a single bound he was gone.
> As if on cue the portal rippled and winked shut with an almost wet sound.
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> Finally the residents of Mars shook themselves and moved in with questions and offers of help on their lips.
> The martians found themselves beset by tearful Imps, sobbing exclamations of disbelief and joy.
> A bare minute later a USC response team arrived and took control of the situation.
> Pleasantly surprised with emotional refugees instead of deadly invaders the team called in for reinforcements.
> Soon the demons were bundled away to a USC facility for processing, rest, recovery and time to consider their options.
> For the humans who had been on the street it was a wild story to share; demons fleeing from their own kind and coming to Mars!
> But for those martian demons it was of far greater import.
> They had seen The Slayer.
> And he had wielded his unstoppable might to protect those who sought the better life of Mars.
> For so many of the immigrants it was a relief to a fear they hadn't known they carried.
> For now they knew.
> Even if the Legions of Hell came to wreak bloody vengeance on those who had chosen a different path.
> The Slayer would protect them.
> Demons who had once set themselves against him would in turn be shielded by his strength if they were willing to set aside their old ways.
> And in the dark places of Mars a unfocused group metamorphosed into a united Cult.
> So began the Cult of The Slayer.
==

>Though in Nu Mars there's -already- a cult/organized religion worshipping the Slayer. The Church of the Penitent. Though they tend to keep the Slayer worship aspect on the down-low in the general public, really mostly to keep from upsetting demons who are more sensitive about the subject.

>Fresh bands of refugees are nothing new. There are specialized teams sent out constantly to monitor, initiate contact with, and chaperone cells of non-hostile demons to designated hell outposts.
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>Guy working at a Nu-mars bookstore.
>Yes some people still read physical books in the space future. Shut up.
>Start seeing this fairly huge demon girl hang out at the store a lot.
>You're not exactly sure what kind she is. She's muscular but not hell-knight level buff, her skin's kind of a ultra-pale pinkish color. She tends to hid her face behind a big scarf too. Which you thought odd, considering how temperate the Colony keeps the artificial atmosphere.
>Then again you heard a lot of demons had issues dealing with the temperature shift after living in hell. So maybe it was just really cold by her standards.
>Didn't explain the skirt though.
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>After seeing her amongst the customers for a week or so, you finally work up the urge to say hi. You tend to try and be personable with the patrons, but she's always been silent towards everybody, keeping to herself a lot while she reads.
>You spy what she's reading. Pretty rudimentary stuff but that's to be expected. Most demons are starting off at at ground level, human-culture wise.
>You start off with your standard "Hi how're you liking the selection" ice-breaker.
>She startles slight, -shit-, but she doesn't look perturbed. She mumbles something indistinctly behind her scarf.
>"What was that?" You ask.
>"'..'s good..." She mutters, still rather mumbly.
>You inquire if she'd like help finding anything, maybe find good stuff based on what she already likes.
>She shakes her head. "..'m fine...I have stuff..."
>Alright so she's an open book.
>You notice the giant duffel bag she's always lugging around, placed in the chair next to her. She always puts her purchases in that. If that's where she keeps all her books she must be really trying to catch up on human literature.
>"Avid reader huh?"
>She nods. "Yeah... I love it." Alright. So she's not exactly shy, more like she's not all that used to talking.
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>You ask if she's got a store membership. Its your duty to hawk it, and she's a frequent enough customer that she'd benefit from it anyway.
>She shrugs, shaking her head. “That a kind of… pact?”
>Fresh out the portal this one.
>”Er… probably not like you’re used to.” You explain the situation. She blinks in surprise, this concept totally new to her. She seems totally up for it too, so you lead her over to the register.
>While you ring her up and fill out her membership card, you try and make small-talk.
>”So what kind’ve books do you like, besides this?”
>She clams up again. It’s so weird seeing someone who could probably break your neck with ease act so shy. “Oh… uh….Just… Stuff…”
>You shrug internally. You finish the transaction, and rip the receipt from the register. “Alright, here you go. Need a bag for this?”
>She shakes her head, bringing forward her big bag. “…’m good.”
>As she opens it though, the zipper snags. She fumbles with it, grumbling slightly.
>Stupidly you offer your help, feeling oddly compelled to have her think positively of you. “H-here, lemme help-“
>She panics slightly as you reach over and try to futz with the stuck zip. She pulls back the bag, and semi-fortunately that sudden jerk with your hand still on the zipper fixes the problem. Semi-fortunately, because as it opens, the contents spill out.
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>Dozens of magazines. With generic Anime-looking people on the covers, and even some demons!
>No. Wait… You’ve seen these before. On that “special interests” shelf. English printings of that weird Demon made manga that human-obsessed demons make and send out back into hell as a bizarre kind of advertisement for Nu-Mars life.
>The title grabs your attention. ‘IMP CHAN’S HUMAN ROMANCE SAMBA!!!’
>You gaze back up at the demoness. Her face is turning beet red from embarrassment.
>”I like the… art…” She says.
>You try to ignore the fact that one of the humans frequently featured on the covers has eerily similar hair to yours.
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>that weird Demon made manga that human-obsessed demons make and send out back into hell as a bizarre kind of advertisement for Nu-Mars life.
I have visions of a demonically infused version of the Living with Monstergirls precursors to monmusu with the POV character reversed.
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>be a demon
>Walkin around in hell, like ya do.
>Suddenly a small tear opens up in reality
>A few feet above the ground in front of you a pile of scrolls plop to the ground and the portal immediately closes
>You tentatively pick one up and unfurl it
>[H...Human prefect boy chan... Can you find it in your Blood-core to love me, desu?] - Roughly translated from demonic scrawl.
>...
>You quickly scoop up the pile to share with your cave-mates.
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>Be a human woman working in an office
>Having a night out with the other girls
>The seven of you are made up mostly o fhumans
>But there's Sandy the Imp and XelXelXel the Arch-Vile.
>Most call her Xelly for short.
>Sandy's pretty nice. Kind of detail oriented, but not bad.
>Xelly's very chill. Reminds you of that chick you knew in college who used to deal pot.
>After the second round of shots, you're nursing a margarita, and the conversation eventually turned around to Xelly and her life story.
>"So, I'm so sorry if this is rude but, what did you used to -do- back in hell? I mean, you work in finance! They don't have jobs like that in hell right?
>Xelly chuckles, voice deep and rich, with a hint of that trademark reverb.
>Nah, hell still doesn't have cubicles. Surprising, right? But nah its cool. I was a standard front-line mage. Rezzing the demons that fall down, keeping them from falling in the first place. Standard arch-vile shit. You get kinda pigeon-holed if you aren't, like, a Baron. By demon standards my life was actually pretty boring.
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>"Pffft," You reply. "You were boring? At least you were doing actual demon magic."
>"Oh, so you did fake demon magic?" She says, raising her eyebrow.
>"Well..." oh boy, you knew you had too many blabbing like this. "You wouldn't know looking at me, but back in college I was actually kind of heavy into wiccan shit."
>"Oh my god Becky, YOU?" Asked Shaundy, shocked.
>"Yeah. I had the pale make-up and everything. Shit, every Sunday me and the "coven" that was mostly just my pals in poetry class would dress up in hoods, make a shitty pentagram and try and summon our "spirit of the goddess."
>"What? Oh my god, really?"
>"Yes, haha! It was so fucking lame! We'd spend all night chanting 'Ohhh night mother come bless our coven. Ohh night mother your daughters call for your eldritch knowledge!'
>The girls all burst out laughing.
>Xelly however just kind of chuckles and sips her drink.
>"So..." She says, leaning forward, giving you a a long look.
>"That was YOU I kept hearing."
>You freeze, then swallow hard.
>"Oh..."
>"For years I wondered who's voice it was who kept me up all night." She said, leering at you. "Hm. Maybe I should pay you back and keep -you- up all night~."
>You take a long hard sip of your drink. Remembering the things you 'really' said during those 'summonings'. They were really just an excuse to make out with your hot goth friends.
>"So would you prefer to keep calling me Xelly, or 'Mother of the night?'"
>Help.
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How about
>eating out a cacodemon as she floats in midair
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>It's one of the secret upsides to dating a caco
>You can satisfy her with oral without even having to get out of your comfy chair
>Leaning back in the recliner while she floats right on top of your face
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>You start making out with your Cacodemon honey
>Her pillowy lips press firmly against your face
>Your mouth is filled with her thick, juicy tongue
>She tastes of citrus and electricity
>She suddenly pulls away and performs a midair somersault
>Her sinfully delightful thighs wrap around your head
>Your face is buried in thick, juicy demon muff
>She tears open your pants and hungrily sets about your clock
>You spend the next hour standing there as you 69 with your lover
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>Cacodemons can suffer from "sleepfloating"
>It's like sleepwalking, but more vertical
>Most Cacodemons prefer to sleep in the air just to avoid it
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Working for the UAC and dating a Cacodemon.
>"I find her interesting because she's a client and because she sleeps above her covers... *four feet* above her covers."
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>tfw dead asleep cuddling your floating waifu when she turns in her sleep and you suffer a mini heart attack as you plumet the two or three feet onto bed
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>Horny baroness GF yelling at you as you try desperately to keep up with her
>"VODKA MAKE YOU STRONG LIKE BULL"
>her horns always reminded you of bulls
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Be random Anon living/working in a cheaper part of town. More demons live here than in the ritzy-ier suburbs.
Apartments are okay, noisy, thanks to all the inter-dimensional tenants but okay.
Have a baroness gf? She walked in the laundry room one day while you were there folding clothes.(A pretty weird thing to happen, especially since she had no laundry or wore clothes for that mater) She noticed you and then followed you back to your apartment. She spent the rest of the day just watching you as you awkwardly stepped around the too thicc demoness in your too small apartment. Trips from the living room to the bathroom involved having to shuffle around the circumference of the Baroness' bootylicious badon-a-donk, you could swear you felt the heat radiating off her skin as you carefully stepped around. She also stole your apartments keycard and has been a regular visitor since.
She's fairly curious about your body and her body and especially interest in what happens when the two are put together.
She was in a regular habit of stripping you naked, but ever since she found that your normally floppy appendage could get erect, it's become her favorite subject of investigation.
Today you're laid down in her lap, the skin of her soft thighs hot as a car steering wheel during summer. Her massive chest's plump weight is pinning your upper body down as her right hand is slowly jacking your stiffening erection.
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You can't help yourself and manhandle the heated mass of a teat to your mouth. You swear you hear a sizzle as your mouth closes around a nipple, pointed like the glowing end of ember. The Baroness takes a gasp of surprise as your tongue lovingly caresses and strokes the length of her stiffening, thumb sized nub. Her hand stops moving as she becomes lost in the gentle, suckling motions of your mouth.
Your erection is now at a full turgid state complete with drooling precum. The Baroness manages to snap out of her daze as the smell of your full arousal causes her nostrils to flare and take notice.
You're thrown, rather forcefully, onto the couch and she throws her gaping maw down onto your crotch. The goat skull like head buries itself between your legs and you feel your cock being engulfed in a hot cavernous orifice. She certainly has the enthusiasm but the sharp tips of her fangs scraping against the underside of your cock, the forceful lunges of her head that had her snout punching into your gut, and the sheer size of her mouth make head that is more appreciated for the sentiment and for the sensation.
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>Towering mountain of squishy fuck meat who is clearly dying to have you explore ever nook and cranny
>VS a steel-cables-for-muscles amazon that would nearly break you as she rode on top of you, growling at you to call her your queen

Gotta admit i'm conflicted here
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>both
>get sandwiched between mountain of squishy fuck meat and steel-cables-for-muscles amazon
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>insanely horny
>plush everything
>juicy DSL
>enormous boobs
>thicc booty
>hyooge
>stronk
I have a MIGHTY NEED
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>demons with oral fixation
>imps nibbling and sucking at your exposed flesh
>playing with a cacodemon's big, sexy maw
>helping a pinky brush her teeth
>Hell Knight screamer silenced with a ballgag
>mancubus gal calling you her "li'l lollipop"
>baroness with big, plush, lipstick covered lips
->tfw you'll never have a baroness' huge insatiable lips on your cock
>tfw you'll never experience ecstasy as the sensation of your dick passing through her slick lips and into her waiting wet maw consumes you
>tfw you'll never feel the touch of her lips on your groin nor the probing of her hot tounge on your helpless head or her powerful hands as they manhandle you
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>Her natural body heat making every smooch hot and steamy
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>tfw you'll never feel your dick be squished between her pliant lips
>tfw you'll never hear the squishy wet sounds of her lips smacking around your length, or the muffled moans of glee as she licks you like a lollipop
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>Your entire body shudders as you climax
>She's slurping and sucking lasciviously
>Milking you for every last drop
>You finally collapse, spent
>With a final, lingering, wet smooch she withdraws
>She looks at you with glowing, adoring eyes
>She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue
>Displaying the little pool of cum gathered there
>She looks incredibly proud
>Then she pulls in her tongue and closes her mouth
>She tilts her head back, exposing her throat
>There's an audible gulp as she swallows your load
>You can see the muscles in her neck flex as she does
>She looks back at you, smiles, and slowly licks her lips
>"Mmmm~" She says. "Yummy~"
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>Massive Mancubus gal
>In a living arrangement with a small group of Vulgars
>She pretty much relies on them since she's so deliciously plump that its hard to reach past her own chest
>They grab ingredients and cooking utensils for her, and also crawl over her to towl off sweat, or attend to those hard-to-reach nooks and crannies.
>They're happy to help, since they get gourmet mancubus cuisine out of the deal.
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>getting licked head to toe by your demon lover
>hearing her moan in pleasure at your taste
>her huge, juicy lips engulfing your face
>her long, thick tongue filling your mouth
>feeling it probe at your throat
>getting lightheaded from her ministrations
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>A Cacodemon slams into the caged wall of the arena, attempting to float back up only to be pinned to the ground by your foot.
>As the announcer finishes his countdown and declares you the winner the crowd goes insane, Demons and Humans alike cheering at the Top of their lungs
>The roar of victory you give only urges them on.
>You are Anon, the only human fighter in the Mars Underground
>Tonight's been a good night, lots of new challengers.
>The bruises and burns on your body are sing in pain, the flood of adrenaline turning pain to pleasure
>As your downed opponent is dragged off the announcer goes on about some special fight you'll be in
>You hope they're going to pit you against some Pinkies, it's been months since you've gone head to head with Pinkies
>But as the Doors opposite to you open, you give an almost feral grin as a Hell Baroness confidently strides onto the arena floor.
>Dead Silence descends, time for the Smack Talk
>Her voice is husky and deep, but irrefutably feminine "I Hear you are the best, breaking you will be all the more pleasurable if that is true" she almost purrs
>You smirk back "You Hell Barons are all the same, all talk no shock" you snipe
>The Bell rings and you nimbly duck under a backhand that would've sent you straight into the cage's wall
>You deliver a strike to her side and it feels like punching a steel door
>It goes this way for a time, her barely missing and you delivering a negligible blow in response
>The tensions are so high that when she finally manages to get a hold of you the crowd roars.
>After she's done slamming you around like a ragdoll she pulls you barely conscious from close and whispers "Is that enough shock for you little man?" she purrs
>Your response is to headbutt her and knock yourself out.
>And that's how you met your Wife
==
>Pleasurable sex for sex's sake is fairly new to a lot of demons
>But just as new is all the tender intimacy that goes along with it
>Sweet hand holding and tender embraces are confusing and near scandalous at first
>Previously implacable Hell Knights completely melt the first time a lover lays a series of tender kisses along the nape of their necks
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>massaging demons
>hearing an imp purr while you rub her feet
>rubbing a cacodemon's shoulders and holding her still so she doesn't float away in bliss
>giving a mancubus girl belly rubs
>walking barefoot on a baroness' back to give her the relief she needs
>stroking an arachnotron's luscious, achy lobes
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(in respince to rule 63’d Computor-screen faced demon from doom 3)
>"A-ah! P-please type a little more gently!"

>"I don't think t-these websites are appropriate to view while working!"
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That's exactly along the line I was thinking with this gal.

>Most bruisers post Change get office jobs, paired up with programmers/admins/people-who-do-a-lot-of-computer-work

>Their combination of demonic biology and cybernetics actually makes them really efficient processors.

>They rely on a partner to get actual work done though, partially as a secret social experiment by the higher-ups.

>Their partially computerized brains allow them to dictate their mannerisms with precision, and many set up routines to act as un-threatening as possible out of desire to be accepted in their new home.

>The fronts of theiir hoof-boot-feet can extend out and lock down to allow them to kneel down to fit in their desk-stations and remain still for long periods of time

>Which helps since, though they universally refuse to reveal it, being typed on is intensely pleasurable.
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>being typed on is intensely pleasurable
>"Oh~! Oh, yes~! Hit my space bar! Hit it like it's been bad!"
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>They find being used as a video-game system incredibly intimate
>LAN Parties are like weird techno-love-ins
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>Don't even get me started on the MMORPGs

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>Vagaries earning some spare cash by spinning webs in strategic areas to catch wild lost souls that keep harassing people.
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>Cacodemons chasing lost souls out of their airspace with brooms and squirt bottles.
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>Belly Mouths
Yes. YES. YESSSSS.

Also, now I'm imagining a subset of punk demons who purposefully leave their faces monstery out of rebellious demon pride.
(But of course there's still plenty of humans interested.)
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>Your Cacodemon girlfriend's stomach starts growling.
>Literally.
>It's snarling, drooling, and gnashing its teeth.
>"Ugh," She says, speaking from her primary mouth. "I'm starving! Can we get lunch?"
>You both stop at a hotdog stand.
>She gets her wiener and immediately stuffs it in her abdominal maw.
>"Ahh, yes!" She sighs as her belly loudly chews and smacks on its treat. "That's better!"
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Alright let's give the Doom 3 pinky a whirl.

>Big, big, BIG muscular torso, plenty of room for some huge-ass milkers
>Typically dumber than 1st/2nd/3rd planar
>Arms are so big they tend to still lope like beasts
>Faces are smooth and featureless except a gigantic pair of pillowy lips
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From the Doom wiki:

>Appearence
The Prowler is a muscular, agile demon with a body type similar to that of an Imp. They have three small, beady eyes that take up most of its face and a large, gaping mouth that opens up similar to a Cacodemons. They have a purple and black skin tone and a row of bones going down its back. Perhaps its most distinguishing feature is the jagged claws on each of the Prowler's fingers.

>Combat Characteristics
As the Prowler, the player has the ability to leap great distances and cling to any wall or ceiling. The player can identity where it can leap via a red outline of the Prowler itself. The Prowler can also see enemy players through walls via red outlines of their characters. If the Prowler makes contact with an enemy player while leaping, they will grab the player by the head and smash them into a nearby surface, killing them instantly. The Prowler, when on the ground, can also grab enemies and rip their arms off for an instant kill.
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>leaps great distances
>clings to any wall or ceiling
>sees through walls
The perfect stalker with a crush.
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>Can see people's outlines through walls
>Voyeuristic Prowler who just lays back on her wall, jilling off while watching all the people in her apartment building who are fucking.
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>Watching all the people in her apartment building who are fucking.
>That hot Cacodemon next door has a cute, little human over.
>The Baron below her room is getting some action from a pair of slutty Vulgars.
>The little Imp tribe above her just started their afternoon orgy.
>The Hell Knight couple across the hall have combined the Kama Sutra and pro wrestling.
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>Making out with a Harvester tends to make your hair stand on end from the static build up
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>Date a Harvester.
>Never worry about recharging your devices again!
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>Just moved up to Mars, figured I'd
get as far away from my folks as possible. They said I fit the profile, so why not?
>It's pretty choice up here, tons of hot punk girls, and molded up hell chicks. Hot stuff. No pun intended.
>Always figured it'd be way easier for me to get laid up here. Stories said demon chicks would jump on any cock.
>I'm looking around like a kid in a candy store, realize I'm lost.
>Make a wrong turn, bump into this weird tall demon
>Super sexy, though. Purple and black is hot. Some kind of Imperial?
>She doesn't say anything, just looks at me weird. I leave, no fuss.
>Couple days later, can't shake the feeling someone's watching me...
>It's all the time, too. Weirded out, but I'm only kinda scared.
>Eventually start seeing little glimpses of the demon I bumped into here and there.
> nothing major, just the occasional flash of purple on her skittering just out of sight as soon as I turn my head
> definitely the same one though. You can tell because she's got a weird notch right above one of her eyes
> over a few weeks she seems to be getting more and more bold with watching me, and I'm kind of getting comfortable with it. She's not actually doing anything, so whatever. Basically just kind of a stalker.
>One day after getting out of the shower, get a knock on the door.
> open it, no one's there but a picture of her with a heart next to it and a short note written on it
>' U think I'm cute?'
> at first I just want to write yes, then I get a stroke of brilliance.
> leave selfie at apartment door with note of my own
> not an hour later another knock. Get there and there's another picture with hearts all around her and a giant YES
> feels like I'm in one of those old-timey High School movies
> is actually kind of fun though
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> some folks say that dating Imps is easy, since they tend to be the most humanish out of the gate. I can tell you from experience though, that that's entirely false. In fact, dating Imps is probably one of the harder things to do. Notice how I'm not saying dating AN Imp.
> that's because dating just one is nearly impossible unless you really get an anti-social Imp, which is as rare as getting hit by lightning.
> if you're dating one, you're dating at least four others, minimum. Upshot is at the very least, 'dating' is slightly different on Mars than it is on Earth. Here the word basically means 'who you're fucking more often than others.' So that's some money saved.
>Still, it can get really really really exhausting. The only reason that you think that having five giggly, horny, oversexed demons on you at nearly all times is a good thing, then you haven't actually experienced it for longer than maybe a day or two.
> don't get me wrong, the spirit is willing, but..
> then again, it really doesn't get old when you have them hanging off of you in public. And calling you Daddy without a shred of shame. Or when one of them offers at themselves up as a pillow after a tiring day. And then the rest went to massage you. And then it leads to some lovely kissing and touching. And then the other fun things.
> Oh, who am I kidding. Dating Imps is awesome.