Chương 49: SS (A) – Devil’s Pride

The sky it flashed, heave ho, heave ho His pillow toed to the brink The curtains ran between my legs as we began to sink I closed my eyes, heave ho, heave ho As the ship was rent and fell Eddies in the water headed to the mouth of Hell"Hush now, hush love, here's your gown." There's the bed, lantern's down."

"I'm begging you please wake me up In all my dreams I..."

"How'd it go," I asked Raven as she formed from my shadow.

"You were right," she said with a sigh.

"She still didn't believe he was gone."

"I'm always right. Life would be so much easier if people just assumed that and did everything I told them to," I replied, puffing up my chest with exaggerated pride. Raven rolled her eyes. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against me and knocking her white and red hood from her head. My Island was already plunged into the night when the sun set in San Francisco. I took a moment to stare at her.

Pale skin shone in the light of the moon, her white cloak the only source of brightness atop the otherwise empty meadow I had chosen. We were high enough to see the Island but not high enough to breach the clouds. The stars glittered in her dark purple hair, and amethyst eyes met mine, emotions flickering in them briefly before her control exerted itself and she regained her placid look. I smirked down at her. She wasn't the smallest of the family, but she was close.

Despite that, her form was full and lush, sinful even. It compelled me to rub and explore her body, to drown in pleasure, but I held firm. For now.

"Being afraid of Demon Lord like Trigon is smart," I continued, fingers ghosting along her lower back as I talked.

"I was. But I absolutely cannot stand blind faith. And the fear she felt for Trigon was just that in another form. Nothing is perfect. Nothing is eternal. Everything is flawed. Everything will end. She just needed to see it to believe it. It will be a while before it really sinks in. She's young. She'll learn."

"I told her I'd look out for her," Raven said, her voice monotone but breathing heavy.

"Train her."

"If you want to, I won't stop you," I nodded casually as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"But that is for tomorrow. It is still your birthday for a few more hours. Let's send it off with a bang." Raven was in the middle of rolling her eyes at the pun when I picked her up by her ass and kissed her. The kiss started gentle, almost hesitant on her part. As the seconds dragged on, Raven untensed bit by bit and started to lean into my touch more and more. Eventually, she let me in, and our tongues danced. My hands were busy luxuriating in the fullness of her rapturous rear.

If I were forced to choose my 'type' at gunpoint, I'd have to say I was a breast man. To quote a wise sage, 'Oppai are heavier than a man's life.' But that was incredibly reductive, and I... was a true gentleman. Yes, breasts were glorious. But so were butts, thighs, legs, navels, and almost every part of a woman's body. You did not just love a walking pair of breasts but the complete package. So, when I say this, know I am not speaking casually or from ignorance. Raven's bodacious booty was the stuff of legends.

Thick globes filled my hands and spilled over. Not an ounce of flab or sag. The flesh was tight and springy with a layer of essential muscle under comfortable padding. Forget bouncing a quarter off it. You could bounce a hundred-dollar bill off these cheeks and send it to the moon. Her form-fitting leotard only accentuated the appeal, and I considered it a crime of the highest nature that this terrific tush was hidden by her cloak.

Then again, I was a possessive bastard, so I appreciated that this amazing ass was all for me. As we kissed, I luxuriated in the feel of her remarkable rump. Hefting, squeezing, and kneading it with joy. Of course, one of my hands danced along her body, teasing, tickling, caressing, and exploring. I paid appropriate homage to her breasts, pressed against my chest, but I always returned to her beautiful butt. Even as I explored her body with my hands and her mouth with my tongue, she returned the favour.

One of her hands was possessively gripping my hair, holding me fast to her, while the other spent considerable effort fondling my chest and abdomen. And my butt. I wasn't the only one appreciative of a bountiful bottom. We were moving against each other, grinding, grasping, fondling, and consuming each other in a dance as old as any sin. Then, as my hands started removing her skin-tight uniform, she froze for a second. Pulling away from her bruised lips, I met her lust-clouded eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's too much," she responded, panting for breath between every word.

"She's being loud."

"Hm?" From my understanding, Raven maintained control of her powers and emotions by delegation. At any given point, one of her emoticlones was dedicated to maintaining absolute management of her powers. This allowed her to experience the full range of emotions without suppressing them as she had her entire life. They all counted as one being, feeling the same things.

Any of the emoticlones, Pride included, could be the 'public' persona, but more often than not, it was Raven's primary consciousness, simply due to her being the best middleman. To hear that I had drawn enough conflict between the various personalities through a bit of kissing and some heavy petting fed my ego. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

"Sorry," she responded. I caught an impression of regret on her impassive face. Her monotone voice contrasted the blush on her face and the situation.

"I did promise she'd get to go first." As she talked, I caught sight of her cloak. The garment had been tossed to the ground in our movements, but my eyes still saw the red spreading over the once-white cloth. In less than a second, crimson had replaced the white, leaving the cloak a dark red with a white circlet woven into the hood. Pride's four red eyes looked up at me, her mouth curved into a lustful smirk.

"My monster," she purred, a hand brushing my jaw in an almost gentle gesture. Then she was on me. Her short stature proved to be little problem as she jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist and grinding her mound into my crotch. Her mouth assaulted mine in a frenzy of desire, her tongue trying to wrestle mine into submission. One of her hands held my hair once more, only now it was a harsh tug that would have hurt any lesser man.

The other hand, nails sharpened to claws, tore my shirt to shreds in a burst of violent tugs.

"I liked that shirt," I said with a pout as I pulled away from her lips. I had to use quite a bit of strength as she did not want me to stop.

"I was hideous," Pride said between kisses along my jawline.

"That was the point," I nodded.

"I thought you'd appreciate it."

"Hmmm?" Pride hummed in question as she suckled at my neck.

"A subtle fuck you to everyone," I explained, my hands tweaking her engorged nipples through her leotard. She moaned.

"I'm so powerful that I don't have to dress nice or put on a costume. I can show up in shorts and an eye sore like that, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. How many other people can say killed a demon lord in flip flops?" Pride let out a deep, lustful chuckle as she released my neck, hickey firmly in place. Her thrusts against my groin increased in ferocity.

"You are right," Pride purred, pausing her kissing.

"I do like that." And then, finally fed up, she burned away my shorts, leaving me naked in the night air.

"Did you just dry hump my underwear into oblivion," I asked with a smile, looking down. My naked cock was trapped between us, pressed tightly against the damp fabric of her outfit. Her arousal had formed a wonderfully distinct cameltoe that would have been obscene even in the best circumstances.

"I'm anything but dry," she drawled, grinding against my length once more for emphasis.

"And you are mine!" She declared passionately, shoving her leotard aside and impaling herself on my dick.

"My monster." She sighed in contentment. I grunted. My demonic wife was, perhaps unsurprisingly, incredibly hot. Figuratively and literally. Wet too. And tight. But it was the heat that stood out to me the most. It was like a furnace. A human probably would have lost his dick. I, who had bathed in lava and endured the Fires of the First Flame, enjoyed the warmth for a moment. Then she began moving. Her cunt massaged my length as she rocked her hips back and forth, obviously experienced with passion.

It was a steady rhythm, slow and sensual, focused more on gyrating than the traditional thrusting. My dick, consumed to its base, never felt the night air as Pride did her best to bring me to orgasm through skill alone. I might have let her had she not opened her mouth.

"Yeeeessssss," she hissed, gyrating her hips slowly.

"You are mine! This dick is mine! Your children will be mine! Forget the others. With my new power, we do not need them. Be mine and only mine! MY Monster!" Yeah. No. Intellectually, I knew this was only one facet of Raven. Her darkest, most deviant desires. Everyone had those feelings, no matter how saintly they pretended to be. My wife's were more developed than others due to her demonic heritage and ability to disassociate those personality traits. On top of that, she was hyped up on Demon Lord juice.

I couldn't blame her when I knew I was an incredibly possessive bastard myself. At the same time, any faction's greatest weakness comes not from outside forces but from infighting. Best nip this in the bud right now. I grabbed her hips, freezing them in place with my firm grip. Pride smirked up at me, unbothered.

"That's a nice look you have there, monster," she purred, massaging my length with expert control of her inner muscles even as our bodies remained still.

"I need to correct a few things," I said. Then I collapsed to my knees, slamming Pride's back against her cloak on the ground.

"Urk," she grunted in surprise from the blow. I was firmly against any sort of domestic violence. Always had been and always will be. Pride? She shuddered at the violence, not orgasming but relishing the blow non the less. Sticky Fingers was great for telling me my partner's boundaries. And the new Demon Lord did not have any. In a move that would have been difficult, if not impossible, for a regular mortal, I lifted Pride up once more and grabbed her thighs.

With enough strength to dent metal, I pulled them apart until her legs were spread and no longer trapping my waist. Still impaled on my dick, I spun Raven's body, the friction sending pleasure to both of us instead of the injury it would have caused most people. Then I slammed Pride down on the ground once more.

"Urk," she grunted again, still unhurt in the least. Rising to her hands and knees, she threw a smirk over her shoulder at me, four red eyes daring me to go further. To push more.

"Harder." The entire time, she had not stopped working her kegel muscles to try and drag me to orgasm.

"Let me explain something to you, puny demon," I said in a conversational tone. I grasped Pride's hair tightly, holding her head in place to meet her eyes.

"I love Raven. You are a part of her, so naturally, I love you too." Pride smirked, opening her mouth to say something else.

"But." I withdrew until only my tip was still inside her. She squirmed, hips bucking in an attempt to get me back inside. I held her in place.

"You are not her. Not fully. You are a fraction of a fraction of who she is. I am not yours. You are mine. Ours. Our little murder tool. A pet. A rabid dog. We'll let you off the leash to bite our enemies. That is all you are good for. Still, if you are a good girl, you get rewarded." I slammed myself into her with enough force that the earth under her red cloak cratered from the impact. Her ass, those wonderful peach-shaped globs of flesh, wobbled hypnotically from the blow.

Pride's eyes, all four of them, widened as her mouth opened in a grunt/moan.

"If you are a bad girl," I continued, holding still balls deep in her.

"If the pet starts thinking it's the owner, then it gets nothing but scraps. Love. Happiness. Knowledge. Bravery. I'm sure they are chomping at the bit to replace you. To be good girls. And Raven would let them if I told her to." My other hand grasped her left breast roughly and twisted. Pride moaned again. God, I love supernaturally tough bodies.

"Never forget. It was I who gave you Trigon on a silver platter. I am not yours." I leaned forward. My body covered her tiny frame entirely, and I allowed not an inch of movement. My words were purred in her pointed ears.

"You. Are. Mine!"

"Yeeeeeessssssss,"Pride gasped.

"Yes, what?" I murmured gently as I nibbled on her ear and lit up every one of her nerves with pleasure.

"Yes, Daddy!" Pride screamed as she came. Her cunt undulated and spasmed against my length, trying to milk me for all I was worth. I held on, riding out the wave of pleasure. I was a bit surprised by the whole 'daddy' thing, having been going for more of a 'sir,' 'boss,' or 'master' if she was feeling kinky. I internally shrugged, not allowing the surprise to show on my face. Whatever made her happy.

"Good girl," I said softly. I rose to my knees, leaving Raven's body shuddering as it lay on the cloak. Withdrawing myself again, I repositioned Pride's ass to the perfect height. I slammed forward, only slightly more gently than before. Better I pound this lesson into her now rather than risk infighting in the Family. So far, there had been minimal conflict despite the larger-than-life personalities of the women.

Largely thanks to their maturity and friendship with one another, as well as some of them being lovers. My movements were steady and rhythmic for all their brutality.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Pride chanted like a mantra in her delirium.

"Good girl," I repeated for lack of better things to say.

"You're a real Daddy's girl, aren't you? Are you ready to be mine?" It wasn't my fetish, but I was happy to work with my wives exploring their own so long as it wasn't an actual turnoff for me. I pulled back slowly and slammed forward instantly. I delighted in how Raven's ass responded, and one of my hands was always fondling it. I was going to fuck that ass one day. Not today, though.

"Yours, yours, Daddy's good girl. All yours. Your pet. Your daughter. Your slut. I'll be a good girl, so fuck me. Beat me. Rape me. Just keep fucking me!" I grimaced at the word 'rape.' I really did not like that. But I could stomach a bit of roleplay if it got her off. So long as it was between two consenting adults, I didn't think anything was wrong with fantasies. As violent as I was being with Pride, I didn't forget that today was all about Raven.

"You don't tell me what to do," I growled, pressing her head into the ground.

"You lay there and take what you are given." After I was done with Pride, I'd be much gentler with the other emoticlones and Raven herself. Didn't want her to think less of herself or that my words and actions were anything more than bedroom fun.

"DAAAADDDYYYYYYY!" Pride screamed to the moon and the stars as I came inside her. Then she collapsed. Sweaty, her leotard sticking to her skin, she looked like a mess. Her hair was dishevelled, her four eyes glassily staring at nothing as she panted for breath. Her ass was red from the rough pounding I had given it, and her cunt twitched as it leaked my cum onto her cloak. I had killed a demon lord a few hours ago, yet this sight filled me with more pride than Trigon falling for my trap.

Then Raven's cloak turned pink, and Happiness jumped on me and rained kisses on my face.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated in between smooches.

"She's so mean." Sometimes, I think my wives are more quirky than I could ever be. Grabbing Happiness' cheeks, I kissed back gently.

"You're welcome," I say.

"Now it's your turn." Then again, I would absolutely hate it if they were boring.