The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 152: *Interlude - Stella*

Chapter 152: *Interlude - Stella*

Why can’t we all just fuck and get along?

That was the question Stella woke up with every day since finally evolving into the half-gnossinian-half-succubus she was.

Needless to say, it was a question that came with a lot of sighing.

For example, she had, while Kir was fighting off a bunch of crab-thingies, come to the conclusion that no amount of fucking would launder out the racism of the cuck-fucked asshole human who could have intervened to try to save them and didn’t.

More the surprise, she’d actually listened when Kir went through that whole sordid little history. The gnossinian in her couldn’t help but be curious at the time, piecing apart the problem and hypothesizing cause and effect.

Fucker was probably... what does Kir say? In the closet? Yeah. Fuck that Lugh asshole.

She giggled at her thoughts and stretched.

What made her think about that guy? Oh yeah. Kir said something about the other two assholes last night. Stella had just shrugged. They weren’t a problem anymore so there was nothing she needed to think about.

Stella was great at compartmentalizing her thoughts.

There were things to take care of.

Things to fuck.

Things not to fuck.

Rocks.

And math.

Working a shop for twenty years had unfortunately introduced way too much math in her life, and that was before Kir tried to teach her the sexy kind of magic math that let her make her fingers all sparky and tingly.

She actually had a decent body of offensive spells built up now, though shielding magic continued to elude her, but true to her succubus-half, she’d built up an even more extensive set of sexual magic that she tested out each day. In private, naturally, so as not to taint the experiments... And sometimes behind everyone’s backs when they weren’t paying attention.

But this was the first time since coming back to this accursed shop that she really wanted to burn down...

"Amp up these tits!" she giggled as she turned her thoughts to her now-usual morning "sexperiments." She started by teasing one of her nipples, her mind quickly rolling over the equation most favorable to applying just the right amount of tingling pain to make her back relax while her front sent waves of sensation up her spine.

Once those were fully erect and sensitive, she let her long fingers start to slide down between her legs, caressing her folds for just a few moments before sliding them in.

The long fingers were definitely one of the things she enjoyed about being half-gnossinian. Fuck whatever Amarena meant about being a "stick with tits", this was her body, and she was going to fucking own it!

"Ahn!" she swirled her juices into a domed cylinder of magic-controlled fluid. A cunt-juice cock that provided near-frictionless stimulation in stark juxtaposition to her long, deft fingers. She did not doubt that for people susceptible to the aphrodisiac qualities of succubus fluids, this would be an absolute win- "Ah-Ahn!" she lifted her other hand from her tit and slid one long finger into her throat, riding the wave of her orgasm to finish as she wrapped her tongue around the base of the digit.

Truth be told, she’d never enjoyed self-pleasure as much until after her evolution, when the spirit of experimentation and invention had brought her to heights she’d never been able to conceive when she was just an imp.

Sure, it was just physical pleasure. Not quite there when it came to satisfying her mana hunger, but still much, much better than when she’d had tiny little imp fingers...

Speaking of which, she licked her fingers clean.

After her morning quickie, Stella stretched.

The boys and Sam were downstairs talking, and Amarena was still passed out like a log. A snoring log, at that.

Was it eating food that made people snore? Amarena loved the stuff.

After about a minute of listening, Stella tuned out whatever was being discussed. Kir said something about visiting someone named Moshui. Stella had no idea if she was supposed to know who that was. If it was important, it would come up later. He’d plucked out a few of his feathers to trade, apparently.

Blah-blah "See if she can check out this demon tattoo," Kir rubbed the back of his neck.

Blah-blah "go with you if Amarena wakes up. I don’t want to leave her unsupervised." Blah-blah, Noir replied.

Blah-dee-blah-dee-blah. Worry this. City that. Food something.

Stella had lived in this city for over two decades! Why wasn’t Kir asking her about it?

Sure, she’d spent almost all of that time in this shop. Mostly behind the counter or sleeping in the rafters... But still! She’d heard things! Aytherian cities probably didn’t change that much over twenty years, even if the fuckers bred like ashbunnies.

Stella missed the little sphere of black fur she’d caught when she was just a wee little imp. The little cuddler had shown her how good soft things felt against her skin. What had she called her? Oh yeah, Pebble.

That relationship had lasted until some asshole wannabe soldier imp ate her. Stella hadn’t kept a pet since... though Cheshy had been an affectionate girl...

She wondered how their eggs were doing. Not that she’d ever admit that little experiment to Kir. Given what had followed... it brought up a lot of uncomfortable feelings for Stella.

Stella was brought back to the present when Kir stood up and walked to the door. Just like last night, he seemed to sense Kordia approaching well before he opened the door for her.

Stella’s arousal rose just a bit as he watched them exchange chaste little kisses in front of Noir for a moment. She could sense Noir was still somewhat aroused from whatever Kir and he had gotten up to while Sam and Amarena were asleep.

She’d felt it through the bond but let them be, and in the present Noir had an uncomfortable little fidget as his arousal became tinged by... was that longing or jealousy? Eh, it was still good stuff.

Stella inhaled deeply, drinking in the lusty mana wafting around her bondholder.

For the first time in a while, she contemplated just how weird Kir was to her.

He could have had this great harem thing going, but instead, he insisted on equality. On partners being free to have partners and partners of partners and... Well, he seemed to have no idea how much he tied people together. He’d certainly tied her up... Hehe.

Maybe enough that once the whole contract schtick was over, she might stick around. Maledict permitting...

Long story short though, any long-term relationship with him was a dizzying prospect for tracking relationships if he ever realized just how many people would love to ride his tight little boypussy... or his tight little ass... his tight lips... that long tongue and those horns that were just right for riding his nerdy little face-

"Stella?" Kir was looking at her with concern.

Fuck... Too much horny. Reign it in Stella.

"Huh?" she asked back.

"I asked if you’d be willing to look after Amarena and Kordia while Noir and I try to find a midwife to talk to about Sam."

"Oh! Yeah, of course!" Stella stretched a bit. "I said I would, so take your time."

"We already said we might be out until late," Noir cleared his throat.

"I’m probably just going to pass out for a bit," Kordia yawned. "Lumis ordered me to sleep..." she griped.

"Bed’s upstairs," Stella pointed a thumb behind her. "Need me to clean it?"

"I can handle it myself," Kordia mumbled, distrust in her eyes.

She gave Kir another small peck and then started her way up.

A few small goodbyes later, and Stella was alone.

Well, except for Amarena snoring on the floor.

Sitting on the table, Stella clicked her tongue and looked around...

"Well... Fuck..."

She was already bored.

She wondered if Amarena would enjoy waking up to a face full of succubus pussy but then thought better of it.

Given how she’d been knocked out after her usual round of on-again-off-again anger mismanagement, she’d probably bite Stella with those sharp teeth of hers... and not in a fun way.

Besides, consent was important. It made the lust taste soooo much better. There was literally nothing a succubus had to gain from trying to be sexy with someone who wasn’t conscious enough to tinge the mana... Though maybe if she applied herself to controlling dreams...

Nah, that way madness lay.

She thought back to all the fun she’d had back at Sreev’s war camp. Even if she hadn’t known any of the cubi there, she’d put on a performance she felt could make even Janice take notice!

If only she’d thought to talk some of them into coming along... she could have her own harem in her Kir-adjacent pod of lovers...

Yeah, that would be amazing...

For now though, she was wondering if she needed more self care or if she should ditch the sleeping girls and find some fun in the-

A demonic smile suddenly spread across her lips as she realized there was a source of fun nearby.

The night they’d arrived, she remembered getting a little, aroused spike from Kir as he struggled in the basement.

She’d been too busy laughing with Amarena to give it much thought at the time - drowned out by the Wrathian’s loudness - but there was no reason she couldn’t see if protean siphons had reproductive instincts...

She lifted the hatch to the basement open and was naked by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, staring around the now-clear and clean space.

All the junk that had been there was now resting against one wall.

Thanking the long-dead Demon Lord, Stella looked around for a moment before finding the "chest" waiting in a new corner, slightly larger than it had been.

"Hello, you~."

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