Chapter 23
The rare items I had collected met the definition in that they were few and hard to find, but none had caught my interest in some time.
Any miscellaneous enchantments I received, like a necklace that provided bonus effectiveness to the Stealth skill and other such trinkets, I gave away to one of my followers.
A contest for who could take the most tentacle dick–for depth and duration–was one of my favorite methods for distributing loot.
The girls pushed themselves to extremes on that one, so much so that I can tell you that the tip of your penis entering a stomach via a girl’s throat feels a bit like sticking your dick in wet, acidic putty.
The sensation is more one of pushing through a malleable substance than it is sliding in and out of a hole.
At any rate, I could debate my continued prostitution at a later date. A client was waiting, after all.
When I opened the letter and saw the name, I knew I absolutely had to agree and tore the paper vertically.
Mammoni, the Mistress of Covetous, my business partner in bringing commerce from the hells to Sanctuary South, appeared before me.
Most of the other times I had seen her, her clay-like lower half had always been in the shape of a snake, like that of a lamia, or stacked under her torso as if she had a pillar pedestal where her legs should be.
Today, she had two legs that were convincingly humanoid, holding up her elegant torso and tiny, barely-there breasts.
“Always lovely to see you, Mistress,” I said, looking up into the slits of her snake eyes.
“I had begun to think you would ignore my request.”
“Never,” I replied. “I haven’t visited this boss room in some time. If you desire time with me, leave a message with one of my assistants in Sanctuary South, and I’ll oblige. They will be discreet, and you won’t have to wait. What do you desire from our meeting today?”
A long tongue circled her lips. “I have information to trade for your services as well as a business proposal.”
“You have my full attention.”
“Would you grant me ecstasy in exchange for information about your strongest enemy? In your mind, you are asking yourself if I mean him, and I do indeed.”
“If your information is not already known to me, I would agree to the trade.” I was happy she didn’t ask to take another one of my dicks.
Mammoni’s tongue came out again and unfurled to a length that allowed her to lick her own nipples without strain.
She flicked at one with the tip of her tongue and then pressed and rubbed in hard, wet circles.
She did the same to her other nipple, and then she looked down to admire how hard and pointy she had made them.
“Few are old enough to remember that your enemy was born a seraphim, and he spent centuries slaying any who would speak that fact aloud. Any who have lived long enough to remember have seen more value in forgetting.”
Abaddon was a fallen celestial? Interesting.
The demon merchant continued, saying, “Though most accounts speak of his 9 wives, in truth, he has had 13. Of the four not in books, three were from the hells. He killed two out of anger, and a third for betrayal, but the final wife was his first. She too was born a seraphim.
“She cast him out when she found him consuming virgins in the lower celestial planes and the material plane. Feeding on such women made him more powerful, and his first wife felt both envy and fear. She was jealous that other women had brought her husband pleasure, and she was afraid that he would someday betray her.”
Virgins were something of a delicacy among demonkind, but I had also learned that several system abilities offered rewards for seeking out virgins and using them in various ways. I had Hymen Harvester, and each of my women had been offered some version of an ability that required virgins for fuel.
I suspected Abaddon had at least one such ability if his first wife feared he would grow too powerful. I had long assumed that Abaddon could boost his stats and abilities in a way similar to me. This only confirmed it.
Mammoni continued, “She yet lives on the plane of the seraphim.”
“Is there any conflict or strife among the other 9 wives?” I asked.
“They fight and feud amongst themselves,” Mammoni answered. “I am unaware of any significant conflict beyond their insatiable desire for their husband’s cock. They are always desperate to feel filled.”
This information was indeed new to me, but I couldn’t immediately see an exploitable opportunity in what I had learned.
Attacking Abaddon via his wives in some manner had been on my mind for some time, and knowing that they bickered with each other suggested that idea might have merit.
What Mammoni shared, however, did not illuminate how I could carry that idea forward.
“Have I earned the legendary performance of Master Byron?”
I nodded.
She grinned. “Before I share my proposal, a question: I know you desire your enemy’s defeat, but does this desire stem from a want of his property or the necessity of eliminating a threat?”
Having dicked down a few dozen demons at that point in my life, I believed that these visits could no longer shock or surprise me. Penetrating otherworldly genitalia would have that effect on any reasonable person, I think. But Mammoni put me off balance with a simple question.
Yes, Abaddon was a threat who needed to be neutralized, but now that Mammoni asked, I wasn’t sure if I desired to own the abyssal plane.
When I thought more about it, I sought to take the abyssal plane from Abaddon simply because it belonged to him.
I felt more strongly about not wanting him to have it–or anything at all–than taking it for myself.
When I imagined the scope and scale of what would be required to maintain control of the abyssal plane, I was repulsed.
The politics and the thousands of rivals and having to administer this initiative and that project…
Fuck that. I didn’t want to run the abyssal plane.
I just wanted to take it away from Abaddon.
“I enjoy acquiring wealth like any being,” I answered, “but my primary interest is in removing an enemy who intends to harm me. I would have left him wholly unbothered if he hadn’t moved against me first.”
Mammoni’s grin widened even further. “I desire his domain.”
Finally, fortune chose to favor me. “And I desire to be free of an enemy and to enjoy profitable trade with the hells.”
She nodded, her head dipping and rising to an extreme that reminded me of a horse shaking to escape its bridle. “I am willing to trade so that we both realize the futures we envision.”
“The demon speaks lies, viceroy. I know this. Trust. Trust.”
“In exchange for helping me defeat my enemy, I would recognize you as the new ruler of the abyssal plane?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“My conditions: This comes with a promise of continued peace between you and me so that trade may continue, and, unless you have a specific item you desire, I would like first-pick of his treasure.”
“We have an accord,” Mammoni announced with a menacing hiss.
Her legs melted together, her lower half transforming into a solid pillar. A vagina took shape where one would be, were Mammoni human, and then another appeared next to it. And another. And another.
When she was done, her lower half had 20 vaginas in total, wrapping all around.
I was impressed to see that Mammoni made each of them unique.
Some were tucked in tight like little change purses.
Others were pronounced with curtains to part on your way in.
And every variation of labia shape and style in between.
I considered myself something of a connoisseur, so for me to be impressed by her breadth of knowledge on the human vagina was a true feat.
I’ve been asked this a lot, but no, I don’t have a favorite type of lips. I’ve found every one of them to be devastatingly beautiful. I loved that I could close my eyes and slide my hand down the front of a pair of panties, knowing by the feel of the flesh in my fingers who I was about to finger.
Absolutely incredible.
So I got to fucking Mammoni’s pussy collection, appreciating the sensation of my 20 dick tips all converging on one point.
They touched in the way that one dick in a pussy and one dick in the ass of the same woman touched, and all of the dicks belonged to me.
I suspected my enjoyment of moments like this one would have been much different were that not the case.
“Test me, Master Byron,” Mammoni whispered between moans. “Can you make me quit?”
I pulled two of the tentacle dicks free and forced them both into her mouth. She shouted at first–the noise muffled by my meat–and then went limp, her body overcome with pleasure.
When I defeat you, Abaddon, I’m going to do so much worse to every one of your wives, and they will love me for it.
Walking a kingdom you created does wonders for your ego. A lesser man would lose perspective.
Who else could say they single-handedly built a city? I not only had the vision, but I created every brick with my own power. I put each of them in place. I did in a month what would take humans hundreds of laborers and years of effort.
People recognized the opportunities my city created, so its citizens came from far and wide to make Sanctuary South their new homes. My subjects represented 4 different planes and the spectrum from nobles to the working class.
I was especially proud of that diversity.
For how new it was to both sides, the humans and demons of Sanctuary South meshed with ease.
Despite the strange horrors that emerged from the hells to do business in the city, humans adjusted quickly to this version of normal.
The natural energy felt as if these beings had lived amongst each other for decades.
Demons and humans alike bowed as I passed them in the street.