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 TITLE: A Daughter of Highgod
PART: 1 - Highgod, Maiden, and Succubus
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st piv impreg cons size rom ScFi fant
UNIVERSE: Grand Trinity
SUMMARY: When mortal festitivies and demonic schemes overlap, only
Highgod's omnipotent passion can sort things out.  Set in Grand Trinity, an
epic space fantasy setting of my own devising.

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   The slug-demon Baalzal had one moment of exultation, from killing and
usurping his boss, before realizing how much trouble he was in.  Oh, not
from actually murdering his boss (the former overseer of the 5th Circle of
the 74th Hell) - that kind of thing was allowed as long as the murdered
demon in question was in disfavor.  But now Baalzal was in charge of a
circle that was in sore need of repopulation and increased production... 
or he would go the same way as the former boss whose corpse lay at his
feet.

   There was a noxious puff of green smoke as a messenger imp appeared
before the slug-demon.  It trembled pathetically as it stammered its
message.  "The Old One wants you." Panicked by the news, Baalzal reacted as
most demons would when panicking: he disintegrated the poor imp with a
fireball.  Messenger imps were highly disposable, after all; they had to
be, being so often the bearers of bad news to powerful demons with unruly
tempers.

   What did the Old One want?  Baalzal's mind churned with worry.  He would
have expected the Deep Circle Authority to call him about his newly usurped
position, not the oldest of the Archfiends themselves!  "Hang up his
corpse," he ordered his new underling demons.  "He will be my trophy."

   He tried to disguise the trepidation in his voice as he gave the
command, but one insectoid gibethet sniggered.  Baalzal whirled his eyes to
see the offender, but could not tell one gibethet from another.  Frowning,
he disintegrated them all with a second fireball.

   With no further ado, he rose up on great batlike wings and zoomed from
the 74th Hell into the Demonic Superhighway.  This was a massive tunnel,
choked with demons traversing the Hundred Hells.  Crawling demons, flying
demons, demons riding night-mares and night-stallions...  it was the most
hellish traffic jam imaginable.  Clawing, biting, kicking, every manner of
violence was employed to gain another inch in one's progress to his
destination.

   It took Baalzal a hundred years to reach the Overhell, but once he
exited the great tunnel, time snapped him back to the same moment he'd
entered it from the 74th Hell.  Gravity was much stronger here, forcing the
slug-demon to drop his bulk to the ground and crawl, till he reached the
Old One, sitting alone at a long table.

   With infinite multiverses, each with infinite dimensions, there were
infinite hells.  The Court of 17 Archfiends oversaw exactly 100 out of
these infinite hells, and each of their hells was further subdivided into
circles.  The overseers of each hell's deepest circle directly oversaw the
upper circles - so why was the Old One cutting directly through the chain
of command to speak to Baalzal?

   He didn't look particularly imposing.  In appearance he was a hunched,
wrinkled old humanoid man, with wispy gray hair and a trimmed white beard.
His skin was blood red; but even more unusual were his eyes, multifaceted
and insectoid.  He was by far the oldest of the 17 Archfiends, and was
phenomenally powerful and canny, to have retained his authority - and life
- for so many millions of years.

   As Baalzal came up before the table, the Old One raised a clawed finger
to make words in the air.  His abominable flesh tore words of fire into the
air with a scritch, scritch, as though he were writing on very old
parchment with a quill.  The words were in a language of runes so
blasphemous that even Baalzal's eyes stung and watered from reading them.

   But these words were far preferable to hearing the Old One speak.  The
Old One had never spoken in Baalzal's millennia-long existence, but it was
known that his voice was weighty and dooming and powerful.  It was rumored
that the last time the Old One had whispered a single word, an entire hell
had been erased from existence.

   The words of fire that the Old One transcribed in the air wrote
Baalzal's fate.

   --You have 100 years-

   That was all.  But the slug-demon understood.  One century to revitalize
the 74th Hell's 5th circle - over which he was now in charge - or he would
be cast into an oubliette, a fate worse than death.  The words of fire hung
in the air, and the Old One made a brief gesture.  At his signal, a
messenger imp appeared in the typical green puff of noxious fumes, and
placed an egg before Baalzal.  It looked like a harpy egg, but a single
fiery rune was etched upon its surface.  The slug-demon didn't understand
its meaning, but it was truly powerful - even glancing at it with one of
his eyes blinded that eye for a second and left it stinging afterwards.

   The mark had clearly been placed there by the Old One.  A gift for the
new overseer, from the ancient Archfiend.  Baalzal loathed to take it - a
gift from an Archfiend was a double-edged sword, for if he didn't use it
well, his punishment would be all the greater - but neither did he dare to
refuse the Old One's token.

   He bowed his head deferentially and clasped the harpy egg to his bosom.
Keeping his head low the whole way, he backed up all the way to the tunnel
entering the Demonic Superhighway.  It took him two hundred years to get
back, as he had to be protective of the egg in the tumultuous traffic. 
Once he even had to fend off an attack from his own past self, heading to
the Overhell from the opposite direction.

   But he made it, and time snapped him back to the very moment he had
entered the superhighway from the Overhell.  Setting the egg into a safe
cache, he began barking orders and making liberal use of his overseer's
whip.  Under his direction, weaker demons were culled, the survivors
emerged stronger, treasures and weapons were stolen from other circles, and
pacts were made with hapless mortal souls.

   Baalzal thought he just might merit the Old One's approval - if it
wasn't for the matter of that egg.  A gift like that meant he was required
to do something truly astounding.  But fortunately - or unfortunately - the
egg soon hatched.

   Rather than a harpy newling, a fully grown succubus emerged.  She
appeared as a teenage human girl barely into adulthood, with full ripe
heavy boobs larger than her head, plus elegantly curved horns, a tail, and
small batlike wings.

   She looked at Baalzal with some distaste, but inclined her head.  "I am
to obey your orders, Master."

   Slug-demons like Baalzal were asexual, so he didn't understand the
sexual attractions that succubi had, but he DEFINITELY understood that they
were powerful tools of manipulation and aggrandizement.  A sly glee broke
out across his face.  "What is your name, servant?" he asked her.  Normally
a naming imp would bestow such a thing upon a newborn, but this succubus,
hatched fullgrown from a runemarked harpy egg, seemed to be different.

   She quirked her lips into a devastatingly cute yet sensual grin.  "You
have read my name before, and it blinded you.  If I were to speak it, you
would be deafened.  But you may call me Oeriss."

   ----



   Banners woven of white blossoms flew tall and proud above the
surrounding pine forest as the morning sun smiled down on the peaceful
village of Glendonlea.  The smokestacks were silent today, and the air had
been freshened by mystic charms for the holiday.  Lights of varying colors
were strung along houses and other structures, and garlands of berries and
grapes were everywhere.

   In their beds, lovers dozed in each other's arms, dreaming sweetly of
their holiday-eve trysts from the night before.  Smells of baking wafted
through the town, signs of mothers and wives who had gotten up early to
begin the festive cooking.  In the town square, an artisan fussed at the
workers who were erecting the curtained pillars that he had been in charge
of designing this year.  White tapestries depicted iconography honoring
Highgod, but there were also the various symbols representing the
Pentatheon, those 5 deities who ruled over this galaxy.

   In an apartment over a seamstress shop, a teenage girl padded softly
into her aged great-aunt's bedroom, carrying a tray filled with hot
steaming breakfast foods.  "Happy White Maidens Day, Auntie," she
whispered, smiling as the old woman stirred.

   "Alurabel!" Her wrinkled face contorted into a smile.  "But you should
not be serving me.  This year, you are a white maiden, and everyone serves
you."

   "I'm just a simple girl, Auntie," the eighteen year old girl tucked a
golden curl behind her ear.  "No need to fuss.  It's all to honor our
Highgod anyway." She made the sign of devotion to him that all young girls
were taught before they became white maidens.

   "Well, thank you for breakfast, lass," her great aunt said.  "Now, shoo,
get dressed - maybe you'll even get chosen!"

   Alurabel blushed at the thought.  Every white maiden dreamt of being
chosen by Highgod, but the event was astonishingly rare.  The only case
she'd ever heard of was a white maiden in a city from another country - but
that had been more than 5 centuries ago.  Still, it was enough to honor
Highgod nonetheless, and to participate in the communal joy that White
Maidens Day brought everyone.

   She put on her white dress: it was a simple affair, sleeveless, falling
to her knees, with some lace around the hems, and some elegantly
understated embroidery.  She had sewn it herself: Auntie had wanted to make
it for her, but in the last year her fingers had become stiffer and
stiffer. Now the old woman could barely keep up with the seamstress
business she ran, and it fell to Alurabel to sew all the clothing orders.

   The eighteen year old girl did not wear panties today; a white maiden
covered herself only with her dress.  She put a garland of flowers - pink
and red and white - in her long luxurious golden hair; she had woven it
herself.

   When she emerged from her room, her Auntie was there, cleaning the
breakfast tray that Alurabel had brought her.  "Thank you again for
breakfast, dear.  Happy White Maidens Day." The girl hugged her, and they
began giving each other their gifts.  This holiday morning was
traditionally a family affair, gifts being given in front of the hearth,
but all the family these two females had was each other.

   Her great-aunt finished by handing her a small box carefully.  Alurabel
took it gingerly, and gasped to see what lay within: a white lace choker
with an iridescent diamond carved into the shape of a heart!  "Auntie!" she
exclaimed.  "This is too much--"

   "You are a white maiden," the old woman declared.  "And you are my only
great-niece.  It's worth it." Alurabel smiled and accepted the gift,
kissing her great-aunt's cheek before putting it on.

   A knock at the door heralded the first of the day's door-to-door
carolers, who regaled them with poorly but enthusiastically sung renditions
of traditional White Maidens Day favorites.  Alurabel and her great-aunt
applauded and rewarded them with candies.  As the sun began climbing
higher, Auntie shooed her off.  "It's getting close to time, girl, you must
go!  I will be there shortly."

   So Alurabel, with some hesitation, set out on her bare feet through the
town to the square.  She was greeted enthusiastically by passersby, for
white maidens were highly honored on this day.  Her cheeks felt permanently
flushed, with some embarrassment but no small amount of excitement as she
reached her destination.

   The pavilions were up by now, much to the satisfaction of the artisan.
Marble pillars carved into the shapes of female angels were arranged as
points of squares, with heavy white tapestries forming curtain walls to
make temporary pavilions.  Although the tapestries were hanging closed now,
Alurabel knew luxurious bedding and incenses lay behind each one.

   There were other white maidens milling about, all older girls.  Alurabel
was the only new white maiden this year; the other girls had been white
maidens before.  Everywhere that Highgod, the omnipotent creator of all
universes, was worshipped, girls ages eighteen to twenty-three were
consecrated to him.  They could not marry until their twenty-fourth
birthday, and donned traditional dresses as white maidens on this holy,
celebratory day.

   The other girls shunned Alurabel however.  She was a poor girl, and they
sneered at her simple if well-made handcrafted dress; they all had fancier
white dresses, and several had jewelry as well, as opposed to Alurabel's
simple floral garland.  They had probably shared the Maiden's Kiss among
themselves, but they would not do any such thing for her.

   The Maiden's Kiss was a term for a young girl bestowing a kiss upon
another young girl, seeing as they were forbidden from the touch of a man
till their 24th year.  White Maidens Day saw the white maidens doing this a
lot, particularly in the other sense of the phrase: lesbian sex.  Alurabel
noticed that some of the girls were sweaty and flushed, with jewelry
slightly askew, and giggled quietly.  She was glad they they had enjoyed
Maiden's Kisses, even if she wouldn't have the opportunity.

   A few minutes before an hour till noon, the town priest and his acolytes
rounded up the white maidens.  The middle-aged priest was a portly, bald,
and kindly fellow.  Although he was not ordained as a cleric of Highgod, he
did his best to act in what capacity he could; as the local Pentatheon
priest, he was the closest thing Glendonlea Town had to a proper Highgod
cleric.  In Highgod's grand kingdom at the center of creation, there were
many of his priestesses of course; but that was many universes away from
here.

   The town priest greeted Alurabel kindly, recognizing her as the only new
white maiden this year.  She curtsied as he addressed them all, intoning
the ceremony that formally consecrated them to Highgod, and beseeched the
supreme deity to find one of them worthy.  Then, one by one, he bade the
white maidens to approach a unicorn, one who was visiting Glendonlea just
for White Maidens Day.

   The noble she-creature, with shaggy silver hair and a crystal horn, bent
her head and allowed each one to stroke her mane, thereby confirming that
all the white maidens were in fact still white maidens, and had never known
the touch of a man.  Alurabel was the last, and the unicorn bent her head
for her as well, as the eighteen year old girl stroked her silver mane, her
eyes wonderstruck by the creature.

   "You seem familiar..." the unicorn spoke to her in a soft voice as
Alurabel stroked her.  Alurabel blinked.

   "Huh?" She had known the unicorn could speak, but hadn't heard it
address any of the other white maidens.

   "I do not know you, nor you me," the unicorn said after a moment. 
"But...you remind me of another white maiden I once met, far away,
centuries ago."

   Alurabel didn't know what that portended, but curtsied and thanked the
unicorn for her words, for a unicorn's words were always weighty and
carefully chosen.  Now, as the clock tower struck an hour till noon, all
the townspeople were gathered in the square, watching the white maidens
each enter a separate curtained pavilion.

   The 18 year old girl had never been in one before, this being her first
year as a white maiden, and was astonished by the luxury.  Plush bedding
was on the grass, covered in silk, with fluffy pillows and blankets strewn
around.  Sweet incense candles burnt, each designed to last exactly one
hour.  A bowl of grapes and two goblets of wine were set by the bedding. 
Alurabel was free to eat the grapes and sip her wine, but the second was
reserved for Highgod himself, should he deem her worthy and appear to her.

   For one hour, till high noon, the white maidens would wait, hoping to be
chosen.  It wasn't likely that any of them would, of course, and then they
would all emerge from the pavilions to join the festivities of the
townsfolk: dancing, singing, street plays, all sorts of celebration, for
Highgod's only command was to rejoice.
Alurabel took a tentative sip of the wine; it was a rich dark red color,
and flowed smoothly down her throat.  Then she laid back upon the blankets.
She knew better than to think that glorious Highgod would actually appear
to her, but she allowed herself to fantasize.  Her eyes hooded, the
combined scents of fresh air and incense wafting through her nostrils, she

saw in her mind's eye the supreme deity appearing in the pavilion with her.

   She imagined his scent, his muscles, his face.  She imagined his voice,
speaking sweet words of divine love to her.  She imagined seeing his
magnificent god-cock, and her fresh teen pussy quivered wetly beneath her
dress.  Her small hand reached down to diddle herself as she imagined it.
Her breath began to come in short huffs, her nipples - which stemmed small
but luscious pears on her chest - growing unbearably taut as she swirled
her finger around inside her pussy.  "Highgod..." she murmured nearly
silently, imagining that the omnipotent deity was fucking her, bestowing
upon her the gifts of his passion, his seed, and his daughter.

   She was so lost in her fantasy, that it took her several moments to
register that the sky had gone dark, and the sounds of celebration had
turned to outcries of shock and terror.  A nearby explosion rumbled the
ground, jolting her to awareness.  She pulled aside the tapestried curtain,
and gasped to see fireballs raining from the black-clouded sky, gleefully
conducted by a cackling figure hovering far above but slowly lowering to
the earth.

   Guns were pulled, and a hail of bullets greeted the invader, as the
local witches tried to shield the town from the force of the fireballs. 
The city's attacker seemed impervious however, and the fireballs were too
potent to be well protected against.  Each one impacted the ground with
quaking force, sending people flying and structures crumbling.

   "It's a succubus!" someone yelled, and Alurabel was able to see now,
that the figure hovering directly over the town square was indeed a
lust-demon.  Apparently a very powerful one at that.  Despite her vivid
naked beauty - which made the 18 year old girl's already wet young pussy
quiver even more - the succubus was using brute magical force rather than
subtle manipulations to destroy the town.

   The priest's acolytes donned their masks, becoming aspects of the
Pentatheon and channeling divine power.  A golden hammer, a red sword, a
red staff, a gnarled finger, and a baleful eye raised to the sky, as the
acolytes challenged this hellish intruder.  Witches hurled their charms at
her, and gunslingers switched out their lead bullets for silver.

   It all had no effect.  The succubus screeched with wicked laughter as
the onslaughts failed to even faze her.  Bucket brigades were forming to
put out the fires, but to little avail, as more and more fireballs rained
in a hail of flaming destruction.

   Where was her Auntie?  Alurabel looked all around, worried sick for the
elderly woman, but her eyes did not find her.  She whipped around and saw
the unicorn, staring at the sky.  "Can you help us?" the girl begged,
unsure if she was asking help for the town or for her great-aunt.

   "I cannot fight her," the unicorn said, gesturing with its horn at the
cackling succubus in the sky.  "She is a maiden, and I can harm no virginal
girl, even one such as her." It turned its wise gaze to the girl, reading
her thoughts as though they were written upon her face.  "But I will
protect your aunt." She nuzzled Alurabel's face briefly, then galloped into
the crowd.  Sparkles trailed from her horn, putting out fires, and her mane
glowed in the fiery light before she vanished around a corner, beyond the
18 year old girl's sight.

   The town mayor was raising his hands.  "CEASE!" He bellowed. 
Reluctantly, witches and acolytes and gunners halted their assault. 
Intrigued, the succubus paused in her attack, fireballs stopped in mid-air
at a wave of her hand, as she waited.  "What do you want of us, creature?"
the mayor asked.  "We have done you no wrong."

   The succubus grinned.  "I am ordered to raze this town to the ground and
obliterate its people from living memory."

   The mayor's mouth worked, searching for an answer, and a chorus of
audible clicks signaled gun safeties being removed again.  The mayor waved
his hand calmingly at the townspeople; their magicks and guns weren't
working anyway.  "There must be something else you want, that you could
take in exchange for our lives."

   Alurabel silently prayed to Highgod.  Save us, she pleaded.  The supreme
deity of all creation could blink and this succubus would be
destroyed...but would he notice her, amidst such a vast omniverse?

   The succubus appeared to consider, but a teasing smile playing at her
lips suggested that she had planned this all along.  "If one of you will
willingly forswear your freedom, and bind yourself to me as my prisoner and
my pet, for all time, then I will spare Glendonlea."

   The town square suddenly became very silent and still.  No one so much
as whispered.  Alurabel's heart burned within her.

   "I will go!" a hoarse voice called, and all eyes alit upon a thin old
man, who was skin and bone, with age-mottled flesh and wisps of white hair
upon his scalp.  "I have little time remaining to me, and so am no great
loss."

   "Pah!" the succubus spat.  "What need has a succubus of a decrepit,
withered sack of bones?  No, I need someone young and strong.  Who among
you, who fits that description, will trade her soul for this town?"

   "I will," Alurabel said.  The words burst out of her, surprising even
herself, yet she did not regret them.  The eyes of the town turned to her,
seeing the youngest white maiden offer up her soul and freedom to save them
all.  The other white maidens, who had snubbed her, shifted their feet
guiltily.

   High above, the succubus grinned with hellish delight.  The town priest
came to Alurabel and laid a hand on her head.  "Highgod bless you, child,"
he whispered, barely able to speak, his eyes red for the terrible price
that was being paid for the town's salvation, "for where this she-demon
takes you, the Pentatheon has no power."

   "Take care of my aunt," she said, and she felt herself rising into the
air, the succubus mystically pulling her new captive into the air to float
beside her.  Alurabel gulped, unable to deny the rising tides of lust
surging through her in the she-demon's presence.  She was utterly gorgeous,
unlike her own plain self.

   "I am Oeriss, pet," the succubus said, and pulled the white maiden to
her, covering that soft plump 18 year old mouth with her own.  Smoke and
flame whirled around them.

   "Alurabel!" an elderly woman screamed, borne upon the unicorn as the
she-creature strutted back into the square, but her great-niece and the
succubus vanished, the sky becoming light once more.

   ----



   Heat and desire flushed Alurabel's entire body as the succubus, Oeriss,
kissed her.  She moaned as the other girl's tongue traced her lips.  The
sensations were so pleasurably exquisite that it was a long moment before
she realized that she was no long in Glendonlea.

   She looked around, gasping at the hellish landscapes.  She shrank back
as a gigantic slug with demonic horns came up, noxious fumes emanating from
the slimy trail it left in its wake.  "Excellent, Oeriss!" it hissed in a
terrible voice.  "We have poached a devoted follower of Highgod himself! 
The Old One will be pleased."

   The succubus put a hand possessively upon Alurabel's sweet round
buttocks, only the thin fabric of the white dress separating demonflesh
from human.  "The credit and the glory are yours, Baalzal.  But the girl is
mine."

   The slug-demon waved dismissively.  "Of course, I care nothing for
mortal scraps.  The achievement is what matters.  Enjoy your new pet."

   "Alurabel."

   Two slug stalks and two succubus eyes turned towards the eighteen year
old girl, who faced them defiantly.  "My name is Alurabel," she repeated.

   "You have no name," Oeriss said.  "You are my pet now.  You can leave,
Baalzal." The slug-demon shrugged and left, as Oeriss placed her hands on
Alurabel's shoulders.  She was taller than the 18 year old, and looked to
be about 21, with massive tits.

   "I do have a name," the white maiden insisted.  "It's
Aluuuuuuuuuuuu....." Her declaration broke off in a heated moan as the
succubus gently tweaked her nipple through her dress.  Gasping and
sweating, the teenage girl eyed the succubus warily.  "What are you going
to do with me?" she asked.

   "I am going to ravish you," Oeriss declared.  "I am going to make
raunchy lesbian love to you.  I am going to eat your virgin muff while you
eat mine.  I am going to slurp on your tongue and leave hickeys all over
your fair flesh." She leaned in, till her nose was barely touching
Alurabel's.  "But only if you want me to.  Seduction is the sweetest when
the victim willingly surrenders to her baser desires."

   The blonde girl gulped.  She couldn't deny how much she desired this
demon girl, nor how wet her pussy was.  How much of that was her own
libido, and how much was the succubus' magical presence, she wondered. 
"The unicorn...  she said you're a virgin," she said.

   Oeriss seemed nonplussed for a moment.  "I am bound to remain so, but
for one man," she said.  "What of it?"

   Alurabel looked down at her feet for a moment.  "How...  how old are
you?"

   Oeriss frowned.  Demons' victims were typically either terrified or
overcome with wild lust.  This...  conversation was not at all what she
expected.  "Time is fluid and strange in this hell.  We do not have age as
you understand it.  However, in mortal terms, you would call me twenty-one
of your years."

   Alurabel bit her lip thoughtfully, then met Oeriss's eyes.  "You're a
white maiden too," she said.  "And Highgod espouses love and passion.  I
will make love to you.  We will share the Maiden's Kiss."

   Oeriss grinned victoriously, and clasped the younger girl to her in a
steamy slurpy kiss, exploring that luscious 18 year old mouth with her
extra-long succubal tongue...

   Time was indeed fluid in hell, so it could have been hours later, or
days, when Oeriss came down from her last high.  Alurabel lay sleeping
beneath her, passed out from her last tremendous orgasm.  Their naked
sweaty nubile forms were entwined, and the succubus's nipples still poked
at the less-endowed human girl's taut nubbins.  Their inner thighs were
sticky and wet with mingled juices.

   Alurabel had surprised Oeriss with the depths of her wild passion.  Even
the girl herself had seemed surprised at how much lusty desire had lay
hidden within her.  She had worshipped the succubus's body with her hot
mouth and tongue, and cried out in uninhibited bliss as they tribbed each
other, slick cunts squelching upon one another.

   Oeriss pressed her lips to Alurabel's forehead, and her hot kiss lay a
mystical sleep upon the white maiden.  She would never wake again, save
that Oeriss willed it.  And she would surely will it often...but not at the
moment, for soon the Old One's plan would come to fruition.  The plan for
which she had been created, of which Baalzal knew nothing.

   So the succubus floated on her wings in mid-air, with Alurabel
slumbering on the ground below her.  She watched, and she waited.  Time's
fluidity in hell meant that Oeriss was waiting millennia, and yet only an
instant passed before the moment she had awaited came.

   A man walked into hell.  One moment he was not there; the next he was
walking out from empty air through the landscape.  He wore a fine red
loincloth fit for royalty, embroidered with gold thread, and red and gold
epaulets adorned his broad shoulders.  He was tall and bristling with
muscle, and his flesh glimmered with a bronzed radiance.  His hair was
sunny curls spilling upon his shoulders, and a beard dressed the front of
his face.  His eyes were pure white, shining orbs that pierced everything
they saw.

   The man looked across the vast gulf of the 5th Circle of the 74th Hell,
looking directly at Oeriss.  She smiled, her pussy moistening, and gave him
her sultriest come-hither look.  And he walked towards her.  The smile upon
his own face was broad, and made her knees weak.

   The intrusion panicked Baalzal, and he marshaled all his hordes against
the invader.  Imps fell from the sky in swarms like locusts; monstrous
dragons breathed baleful hellfire; demonic bacteria floated in deadly
clouds of gas to envelop him.  But the man was unstoppable.  He didn't even
slow, continuing his steady measured stride.

   He flexed his will, and the ground heaved and quaked, dozens of
volcanoes spontaneously rising out of the hellscape with explosive force,
spewing tremendous geysers of magma into the scorched air.  Lightning bolts
shot out of nowhere to disintegrate Baalzal's armies.  Wind whipped the
imps around like helpless motes in a storm, and thunder croaked, deafening
his demonic accosters.

   And all the while, his eyes were fixed on Oeriss's.  Tingles of
anticipation shivered up her spine.  All the other demons were fleeing and
gibbering in terror, despite Baalzal's panicked attempts to rally them, but
Oeriss was far from afraid.  She reveled in it.  The sheer power the man
was showing, the GLORY of it, the taste of his utter virility that soaked
the essence of his power, made her pussy so wet that her juices leaked from
her slick cunt to slither down her inner thighs.

   And as awesome as the display of his power was, even more incredible was
the way that Oeriss could see it.  She was no ordinary succubus, or the
townspeople of Glendonlea would have repelled her attack with ease; no, her
soul had been runemarked by the Old One, and she possessed the strength and
insight of a pit lord.

   To her vision, reality was unraveling and reweaving.  Before her eyes,
omnipotence exerted itself upon the hyperdimensional collapse of the
sensible dimensions.  Thrumming ley lines lashed and snapped and tangled.
Metaplanar archeforms were erased from and imprinted upon the fractal
pattern of the Astral Weave that undergirded all universes that ever were.

   The man drew closer to Oeriss as she watched him, a smile playing about
her succulent lips.  The last of the demonic soldiers was swept aside by
storm winds, and Baalzal trembled alone before the approaching invader, who
had not spoken, nor lifted a finger, only walked, whilst his supreme will
dictated events.  It had not been a battle; it had been a display of glory,
nothing less.

   The slug-demon quaked with fear, but did not budge as the man approached
him.  The man's blissful smile broadened, and then something even more
terrible than the cataclysmic destruction, of moments ago, occurred.

   Life blossomed in the 5th Circle of the 74th Hell.  Flowers and grass
shot out of the ground, as if a giant carpet of greenery was unrolling from
the man in every direction.  Freshness defeated the hellish aromas of the
diabolical circle.  Saplings sprouted, and grew into mighty trees in
moments, and fruit ripened instantly from their branches.  Grapevines burst
from the ground, fully grown and heavy with ripe full grapes.

   Baalzal squeaked in terror at this most horrible of events, and fled as
fast his wings would carry him.  The man did not even break his stride, and
came to stand before Oeriss.  "I have your white maiden," the succubus
proclaimed proudly, her voice hoarser than she had expected, due to the
desire drying her throat.  "She is locked into eternal slumber with all the
power that a succubus runemarked by the Old One can muster.  Only if you
lay with me will I free her."

   The man smiled, and her knees turned to jelly, her heart soaring with
happiness as she beheld his kingly face.  He said not a word, but knelt
beside the slumbering Alurabel.  Bending his head, his golden curls falling
about the 18 year old girl's face in curtains of sunshine, he pressed a
gentle kiss to her forehead.

   To Oeriss's astonishment and consternation, the girl's blue eyes
fluttered open, looking directly into the glowing eyes of her savior,
inches away from her own.  She gasped excitedly, and named him in a
breathless whisper of adoration and worship.

   "Highgod..."

   The supreme deity, and creator of everything that ever was or would be,
smiled at her, thrilling her young heart with boundless joy.  It was
impossible to be anything but incredibly happy whilst in Highgod's
presence.

   He spoke, and his voice was a deep baritone that shivered through her
whole body, making her wet pussy tingle.  "Alurabel..." He pressed a soft
kiss to her lips, sending shocks of ecstasy thundering through her.  It
seemed like a long time, but was merely a moment, before he pulled away,
turning to look at the dumbfounded succubus.

   Oeriss's plan seemed to be falling apart, yet disappointment was
elusive, for it was impossible to be unhappy in his presence, even for her.
She just gaped at him, speechless, her eyes tracing every rippling curve of
his bronzed musculature.  Highgod crooked his grin at her, making her knees
wobbly.  "If you wish my love, you need only ask."

   He stood up and held out his arms.  Without quite planning it, Oeriss
launched herself into his embrace, feeling his thick strong arms clasp her,
fondling her back and her sweet 21 year old ass.  Pleasure guttered in her
throat, as her juices anointed his hands.  The succubus knew contentment
and joy like she'd never felt, and her joy spiked still higher as Highgod
lowered her to the ground beneath him, his loincloth vanished as though it
had never been.

   Alurabel had a perfect vantage point from which to behold the
breathtaking sight of the deity's massively thick, enormously long fuckrod.
An engorged red knob at the end of two full feet of curved, veiny cockmeat
pushed between Oeriss' puffy wet lips.  The succubus' back arched, and
ecstasy hollered from her throat as Highgod's gigantic fucktool penetrated
her virginity, sinking deep into her pussy.

   The 18 year old girl watched lustily, her nipples and clit achingly
hard, her young cunt quivering and leaking uncontrollably, as Highgod
fucked the rapturous succubus.  Oeriss' cunt clutched and spasmed
climactically on his tremendous cock as he drove balls-deep inside her, his
huge bloated nuts squelching into her cute young ass.

   Then, he began fucking her in earnest, Oeriss squealing with orgasm
after orgasm as he rutted her delicious body.  He was so much taller than
the young woman, that her face only came up to his chest as he fucked her,
and her humongous boobs smooshed into his chiseled abs.  She was
practically crushed beneath his dominating weight, overwhelmed by the sheer
glory of his omnipotent passion, her mind blanked with euphoria.

   Oeriss' limbs flailed of their own accord, twitching and jerking in the
throes of her nonstop orgasming, and her juices leaked messily from her
pussy as Highgod's giant cock pummeled her soaked cunt, making a puddle on
the ground beneath her sweet butt.  His obese nuts dragged through the
puddle with each thrust of his cock, smearing themselves with more juices,
and each slapping smack of flesh on flesh was wetter and squelchier than
the last.

   For hours Highgod fucked her, his harsh baritone grunting music to her
ears as he tirelessly jackhammered her pussy.  She never stopped climaxing,
her flushed sweaty body feeling weightless with delight as she creamed all
over his huge dick again and again.  Alurabel was hot and wet and sticky
just from watching; Highgod's very presence filled her with joy and sensual
ecstasy, but even more so when he was making sweet wild love to someone.

   Somewhere in the back of her mind, Oeriss knew she had fallen completely
and utterly in love with Highgod, against all demonic tenets.  She wanted
to warn him not to cum inside her, for that would activate the trap that
the Old One had laid for him.  But ecstasy tore away all thought and speech
from her.

   Finally, the deity's nuts boiled over, clenching tightly to his groin as
he sheathed himself completely inside the convulsing succubus' twat.  His
enormous cockmeat bulged even fatter as a massive geyser of jizz surged up
his incredible length to spew hotly and potently into the demon girl's
fertile virgin womb.  A split second later, it was immediately followed by
another massive geyser, and another, and another, divine spunk blasting
nonstop inside Oeriss's fresh tight pussy.

   If anything, Oeriss' pleasure spiked further.  She thrashed, her body
wracked with magnificent rapture, and Alurabel squealed in amazing orgasm,
simply by being in Highgod's presence as he reached the height of his joy
within a slick juicy pussy.

   The rune, which was inscribed upon Oeriss' soul by the archfiend,
exploded, but merely crackled harmlessly along the omnipotent deity's
flesh, as he kept cumming inside his new lover.  Highgod's humongous balls
were inexhaustible, spurting jet after jet after jet of divine cockslop
into the demon girl's thoroughly bred womb.  For nearly a quarter hour he
unloaded his nuts inside her, frenzying Oeriss with wild delight.

   And then, when he had finished cumming, he fucked her all over again. 
Hours more he pounded away inside her succulent, constantly-juicing
honeypot, before filling her up with another quarter-hour's worth of jizz.
And STILL he kept fucking her like this.  Alurabel lost count, but it had
to be at least a dozen times that the omnipotent deity had shot his cum
deep inside the succubus' insatiable cunt.

   Finally, after an age, Highgod pulled away, kissing the succubus in
farewell.  She lay sprawled in a bed of blossoms, her pussy oozing goop,
her skin glistening with sweat, her mouth ajar and drooling, her eyes
rolled back in her head.  Aftershocks twitched almost violently through her
little body.

   "My lord," Alurabel managed to pant breathlessly.  She too was sweaty
and flushed.  He smiled at her, and her heart glowed with the warmth of his
presence.  He held out his hand gallantly to her, and she took ahold of
him...

   ----



   It had been 40 minutes till noon when Oeriss had attacked Glendonlea. 
It had been 20 minutes till noon when Alurabel offered herself as a ransom
for her townsfolk, and she had vanished into hell with the succubus.

   Now, five minutes until noon, the townsfolk were milling sorrowfully,
tending wounds and putting out fires.  Auntie was holding her face in her
hands, still too in shock to cry, just sitting atop the noble unicorn's
back in a daze.

   The elderly woman was the first to notice.  She snapped out of her daze,
raising her face to the edge of town.  "Hark!" she called.

   The singing of birds grew closer.  A tug on the hearts of everyone drew
them to the edge of town.  Out of the pine forest came Highgod, striding
towards them.  He was clothed again, and in his arms he cradled Alurabel,
her white dress restored, as she clung to him, wrapping her arms about his
broad neck.

   Though they had never seen him, they knew him.  As one, the town bowed
down to the supreme deity and creator of all things.  Tears of joy seeped
from Auntie's eyes as she bowed.  Birds broke out in song.  Flowers
blossomed in his wake.  Tamed wolves and bears loped joyously, allowing
themselves to be petted and stroked.

   Hearts mended; the sorrow and pain of the last hour was washed away as
though it had never been, joy replacing it.  Wounds healed.  Auntie's
joints became fluid again, losing all stiffness.  Laughter, birthed by
sheer delight, bubbled up out of everyone's throats, and it became a
rousing cheer, a chorus of praise and worship to the Highgod who had
descended from his heaven to save them and restore their youngest white
maiden.

   Highgod carried Alurabel into her pavilion, the white tapestry closing
behind them, and it was only then that Alurabel realized that she had been
chosen!  In that instant, she read the depths of his all-encompassing love
in his white eyes, and her spirit opened up her eyes to the truth: she was
a vision of loveliness, only her own modesty and the jealous gibes of other
girls blinding herself to her own exquisite beauty.

   Her heart leapt.  "I love you!" she murmured fervently, and Highgod's
deep whisper of returned passion tickled her ear.  Their clothes vanished
as he lay her down beneath himself on the luxurious bedding.  His gigantic
knob prodded her soaked cunt and he covered her plush mouth with his own,
kissing her deeply before sinking his massive divine cock within her hot
slick folds.

   Alurabel had been joyous before, ever since Highgod graced her with his
presence in hell; but now her ecstasy skyrocketed far beyond anything she'd
imagined possible, as she felt his enormous pleasure-giving dick stretching
her fresh teen pussy wide around his immense girth.  Her cunt clutched and
gobbled greedily on him, as he fed her more and more of his majestic
cockmeat, till his nuts slapped lightly into her tight adorable buttocks,
just as the clock tower struck twelve.

   Then her pleasure ripped from her throat, her shrieks of virginal
rapture ringing through the town square as Highgod fucked her, hilting his
giant beast of a cock inside her tight hot wet soft young cunt again and
again and again and again and again...

   It was midnight, and the festivities were still in full swing in the
square, around the pavilions.  Only when the clock struck twelve, did
Alurabel's screams of joy reach a final crescendo and trail off.  The
passion of Highgod for his white maiden had resulted in spontaneous growth
all throughout town.  Grapevines, blossoms, and fruits had sprouted from
every nook and cranny.  The fields of grain outside the city walls had
multiplied and ripened into several years' worth of harvest.

   The crowd hushed, their dancing and music ceased, as they waited for the
white maiden to emerge.  After several minutes, she did, clad in her white
dress again, revealing an empty pavilion behind her.  Highgod had ascended
to his grand kingdom at the center of creation once more, leaving behind a
splendidly blest town, and a young lover, now bearing his child and wearing
his ring as a token of their passion.

   Alurabel would live out her days in a long life of eternal youth and
health, her heart forever joyous, having known the joy of Highgod so
intimately.  Her daughter would grow until she too was eighteen, before the
angels would sweep her away to become her divine father's bride in his
sanctified Odah at the center of all things.

   ----



   In the 5th Circle of the 74th Hell, the slug-demon Baalzal frantically
attempted to salvage things.  He chopped the trees and blossoms, burnt away
the grass...but the lush greenery always grew back instantly.  He heard the
unspeakable sound of the Old One's terrible, blasphemous voice, the
archfiend's words shattering the 74th Hell and detonating the bodies of all
demons within it, including Baalzal's.

   The slug-demon was next aware of standing at the exit of the Demonic
Superhighway into the 74th Hell.  His essence had been reconstituted.  The
nine circles were desolate, ruined, and destroyed of life and structure.

   But the 5th Circle remained, inviolable, a garden paradise untouchable
by the Old One's rage, which had decimated the entire hell.  Profane words
of baleful fire stitched themselves across the air in front of Baalzal, the
potent sigils making his eyes sting.  His heart leapt for joy as the Old
One's edict declared that he would NOT be imprisoned within an
oubliette...then thudded into what passed for his stomach as the appearing
flames ordained for him a fate even worse than an oubliette.

   Baalzal was to be overseer of the 5th Hell - or rather, the garden
paradise into which Highgod's very presence had turned it - forever.

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