Helltaker rubbed his eyes as he awoke. He slowly turned his head, and a vertebrae popped uncomfortably as he did so. Damn it, I need to stop letting Luci sit on my face, she’s killing my neck, he thought. Finally, his eyesight cleared as he blinked away his grogginess. He checked the clock on his bed stand.
[05:14]
Helltaker sighed. His mouth was incredibly dry. I must’ve been sleeping with my mouth open, he thought, and he confirmed this hypothesis when he wiped away a bit of drool from his cheek. Cerberus always wears me out, he thought, as he pushed two of Cerberus’ sleeping forms off his chest. The third, curled up by the edge of the bed, raised her head and blinked blearily, her ears perked up even as her other two bodies softly snored.
“I need a glass of water,” Helltaker said quietly, his bassy rumble gritty from early morning vocal fry, “would you like me to fetch you some, too?” Cerberus blinked again, and her ears relaxed. She smiled gently and nodded, then rolled over to spoon one of her slumbering bodies. She cupped one breast in her right hand, and used her left hand to interlock fingers with her second form. Her third body then sleepily crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up to allow Helltaker to leave the mattress. She stretched her back and arms as he slid past her.
Helltaker put his feet into the soft, fluffy white slippers at the base of the bed. Cerberus’ standing form slinked back onto the bed and tucked her other two bodies in. She then curled up in the warm spot where Helltaker had been sleeping.
What an odd being, Helltaker thought, to take shifts with oneself during sleep. Must have one helluva survival instinct. He turned to a simple wooden rocking chair in the corner, festooned with a pile of cushions, blankets, and pillows. He reached over, picked up his neatly folded white silk night robe, and put it on.
He quietly crept out into the hallway, careful not to awaken his other wives asleep in the various rooms on the second floor. As he passed the final closed door before the stairwell, he noticed light spilled out from beneath it. I see Pandemonica is working late as always, he thought, I’ll make her some coffee.
A step on the stairs, the one above the landing, creaked just loudly enough to startle Helltaker. He paused for a moment, worried he’d disturbed his harem. He waited in silence, breath held, but heard no change in the background noise of his home. He let out a sigh of relief. I can’t stand it when they wake me up in the middle of the night, the least I can do is not awaken them, he thought.
He continued down the stairs and stopped on the last step when he caught a glimpse of the couch perpendicular to the bottom of the stairs across the open plan living room. It was where Justice slept; she’d insisted she preferred the couch to beds. But tonight, she was not asleep. Justice’s blind eyes were covered by a sleeping mask, her ears were covered by a pair of wireless headphones, and her left hand was wrapped around her smartphone. Her right hand had found its way into her sweatpants, and her mouth was slightly ajar.
Helltaker stared at his wife for a while, then swallowed a sudden excess of saliva. Come on, focus. Leave her be; just get the water and coffee, he thought, but even still he could not pull his gaze away from her muscular forearm which flexed with every clockwise stroke of her clit. His eyes crept up her arm to look at her modest breasts, which rose and fell with each deep, powerful breath the demon took. Her perfectly round, puffy areolas were almost visible through her thin, white undershirt, and her hellishly hot breath steamed in the cold, pre-dawn Polish air. Helltaker shivered, and it was not due to the temperature.
Gather yourself, it's nothing you haven’t seen before, Helltaker thought, and he took a deep, slow breath to center himself. He then softly stepped down onto the dark hardwood floor, which creaked loudly. He fought the urge to jump at the sound and snapped his gaze back over to Justice. She sat up slightly, and pushed back her left ear’s headphone cup. She turned the uncovered ear towards the source of the sound. After a few moments of perfect silence from Helltaker, she shrugged, and then covered her ear again before she leaned back to resume her self-pleasure.
Helltaker crept past the sofa to the kitchen, thankful for the thick pentagram-patterned rug covering the creaky wooden floors. He entered the kitchen and removed a pitcher of water from the fridge. He poured some water from the pitcher into the tank at the back of the coffee maker, spooned some coffee grounds into a filter, and loaded it in.
He pressed a button on the coffee maker, and the machine began to quietly brew a pot of coffee. He poured himself a glass of water, which he drank quickly. I love night-water so much, he thought to himself. After he drained the glass, he found his bladder felt a little fuller than he’d previously realized. Well, I have time while this brews, he thought, and so he refilled the pitcher, placed it back in the fridge, then left the kitchen for the bathroom.
Just after he crossed the threshold, though, he heard Justice softly ask, “Hey, bro, what’re you creepin’ around for?” Helltaker sighed.
“I was just going to the kitchen to get some water and coffee,” he replied quietly. He turned his head to look at Justice, whose hand was still active inside her pants. She had pushed her headphones down around her neck, and her head was still leaned back against the cushions. She had a calm, confident smile on her face that made Helltaker’s knees weak.
“I take it Pandemonica’s workin’ late again?” Justice asked, her voice laced with a subtle smug amusement. Her hand seemed to have picked up the pace in her sweats, and her lips were parted a bit more than they had been before.
Oh my… Helltaker thought. He took another deep breath to focus his mind and find a response. “Uh… y-yeah, Pandemonica is working late. I figured I’d make her some coffee, y’know? Be a good husband…” His voice drifted off towards the end of his response as Justice set down her phone and lifted her shirt. He watched as she groped her perky breasts, then licked her index finger and thumb. She ran her digits over her pink, inverted nipples, and Helltaker adjusted his robe as his member began to firm up beneath it.
Justice’s subdued smile grew into a smug grin, and she asked, “What’s wrong, big guy? Somethin’ distractin’ you?” Helltaker did not respond, though his gaze did not waver either. He watched as her legs spread further apart and her hand descended further within her pants. He did not need to see where her fingers were headed to know what she had planned.
When she rolled her head back just a touch further and sighed with an increased intensity, Helltaker found himself at his limit. He confidently and silently strode across the room as he untied his robe. His considerable cock swung free from the garment, and he let the silk robe fall from his shoulders.
As Helltaker kneeled in between the couch and the coffee table, Justice saucily asked, “What do you think you’re doin'?” Helltaker slid his hands under her thighs without a reply and grabbed her pants at the waistband. He lifted her thighs and ass as he pulled her sweats down around her knees, then pulled her bottom close to the edge of the sofa, with his cock poking out over her belly from between her thighs.
Despite her involuntary relocation, Justice did not stop her self-penetration, her ring and middle finger two knuckles deep in her blushing pussy. Helltaker leaned in to put his head beside hers. “We’re really close friends, so I figured helping you masturbate would be the least I could do to show my appreciation for your companionship,” Helltaker whispered. Justice chuckled faintly and withdrew her hand from between her legs.
Helltaker’s hand then descended down to grip the base of his cock. He withdrew his member from between her sweaty, muscular thighs and lined his shaft up with her clit. For a little while, he rubbed the upper third of his meaty manhood against her labia, and his sighed, frosty breath mingled with hers in the half meter of space between their lips.
Helltaker then wordlessly inserted himself within Justice’s dripping womanhood, and caused his lover to release a sharp exhalation. “Y’know, I’m startin’ to think this isn’t assisted masturbation. I’m startin’ to think this might be unprotected vaginal intercourse durin' my ovulation, bro,” Justice said, her voice filled with a playful pleasure.
Helltaker leaned forward and kissed her. Their lips locked together as her tongue slid within his mouth and rolled across his own. Someone’s hungry for affection, Helltaker thought. He pulled away and gently replied, “I can pull out if you want me to.” Despite his words, his member remained hilted within his wife’s pussy.
Justice set her phone down and put both her legs together, her ankles laid side-by-side on Helltaker’s right shoulder. Helltaker leaned back as she sat up and said, “I never told you to stop, champ.” She pushed her sweats up to her ankles, then pulled her legs back towards her and rolled her pants off her feet. She leaned back into the couch and let her legs fall back down, spread wide-open as she tossed her pants aside.
Helltaker leaned forward and kissed her again, his hands placed on either side of his wife’s toned hips. When he pulled back, she rested her arms along the top of the couch and rolled her head back with a warm, comfortable smile spread across her face.
Helltaker glanced down at her phone. The device was unlocked and the app currently open displayed an audiobook titled Hot Zone with a lewdly muscled man’s torso connected to a pair of legs adorned with combat fatigues and a pair of beefy arms clutching a jet black rifle on the cover. “What are you listening to, anyways?” Helltaker asked, as he began to run his cock back and forth within her pussy.
Justice pulled her hands down from the top of the sofa and placed her headphones back over her ears, then started to stroke her clitoris again. “Just a lil somethin’ to help me get where I’m goin’,” she replied, her voice relaxed and soft. She wiggled her way a little deeper into the couch cushions and wrapped her legs around his hips.
Looks like she’s trying to focus, Helltaker thought. Justice began to grope her breasts again with her free hand. Fine by me, he concluded, and he gripped her hips to gain more leverage with which to penetration his wife’s warm, wet womanhood.
Helltaker leaned forward and kissed Justice on the neck, which evoked a staggered moan as he left a hickey just beneath her jaw. He quickened the pace of his hips as he kissed his way up and across her jaw to Justice’s lips, where he once again found her tongue in his mouth.
After some time of this intimacy, Justice placed her right hand on Helltaker’s chest and pushed him back, although her legs still maintained a tight hold on his hips. She pulled her headphones away from her ears and said, “Hey, you’re kinda distractin’ me from my smut, what with how hard you’re fuckin’ me with that treetrunk of a cock and all. Would you mind slowin’ down, bein' a lil gentler, and holdin’ my hand? Just so I can focus on the porn, of course…”
Helltaker chuckled and replied, “Right. You just want me to get nice and gentle so you can focus, not because you want me to make sweet, passionate love to you, or anything.” Justice grinned heavily again and exhaled with mirth.
“Yeah, bro, definitely, we’re just close buds doin’ a lil co-op wankin’, no hetero or anythin',” she replied, her voice filled with a heated affection that implied anything but platonic friendship. She replaced her headphones over her ears and leaned up towards Helltakers lips. They kissed again.
Helltaker’s right hand slid off her hip and intertwined with her left hand as she dropped her right hand from her breasts to her clit. Helltaker’s pace slowed and he focused on drawing out the length of his thrusts. He hilted his cock within her and then withdrew until all but the tip of his massive endowment was outside of her pussy’s lovingly tight embrace, only to repeat the process each time.
Helltaker pulled away from their extended kiss, then gently pressed his forehead against hers so he could look upon her delicious breasts and taut abs, but more importantly, he could watch his cock lovingly run her through. He observed her breathing increase in frequency and depth; the skin around her pale cheeks, neck, breasts, hands, and pussy flushed a bright red as her excitement increased. The grip her legs had on his hips tightened, and so did her pussy.
She’s gonna cum, Helltaker thought, as a giddy excitement filled his chest and throat. He was also close to orgasm, and he brought up the tempo of his strokes in response. He began to fuck her so hard that her headphones fell off. After her husband roughly dicked her down for about another minute, Justice gasped and began to cum. Her pussy contracted around his tremendous manhood with such force that a considerable volume of her own lubrication was ejected out, coating Helltaker's mighty testicles, thunderous thighs, and chiseled pelvis with her love.
Helltaker felt himself about to bust when he thought, Wait, she said she was ovulating. I should pull out! He attempted to withdraw from within her, but found her legs had clamped down hard around his hips. With no avenue of retreat, Helltaker had no choice but to hilt himself and attempt to ride out the immense stimulation of her orgasm; regardless of his intent, it was a fruitless endeavour. Within seconds, his resolve failed, and his astounding cock shot a massive load of cum deep within his wife's fertile womanhood.
The two panted for a little while after they finished, their foreheads still pressed together. Then, suddenly, Justice wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Her lips met his with a passion that shocked him and left him stunned.
After several minutes of this intense embrace, he managed to pull away. “Hey, Justice, you mentioned being fertile right now… is your womb compatible with mortal seed?” Helltaker asked, his voice breathy and hoarse.
Justice smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah it is. Demons are incredibly receptive to breedin’ with mortals. You probably just turned yourself into a father.” She replied.
Helltaker smiled softly and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’ve never wanted anything more.” He replied, his voice shaky with joy, “I love you.” He threw his arms around her and embraced her tightly, a gesture she gleefully reciprocated.
After a few minutes of silent tears and gentle nuzzling, Justice whispered, “So, what’re you thinkin’ about, handsome?”
Helltaker chuckled and replied, “Uh, well, not to ruin the moment or anything, but I was thinking about how badly I need to pee right now. Mind if I go take care of that real quick?”
Justice slowly released her grip on him and said, “You better come back for round two when you’re done, big guy.” Helltaker grinned and nodded enthusiastically.
He swiftly slipped off to the bathroom. He caught his giddy expression in the mirror and laughed to himself, as quietly as he could. A father! I’m gonna be a dad! Helltaker thought. After taking a moment to recollect himself, he took care of his immediate need. He washed his hands with vigor, then quickly left the bathroom, an almost idiotic grin smeared across his face.
When he came back to the couch, though, he found Justice completely passed out on her side. Damn, I must have put her to sleep, Helltaker thought. He reached down, picked up her sweats, folded them, and set them on the coffee table. He then gently lifted her legs up from where they were hanging off the couch and placed them on the cushions. Finally, he took the blanket off the back off the sofa and tucked her in. He stroked her hair for a little while before he kissed her forehead and then whispered, “I love you so much.” He stood up and set her headphones atop her sweatpants on the table.
He walked over to his discarded robe, his stride infused with a dancer’s rhythm. He cheerfully donned his night clothes and entered the kitchen. He removed a mug from the cupboard, his head happily bopping to an unheard beat as he poured Pandemonica a cup of joe. As he left, he stopped at the fridge, removed the pitcher of water, and then continued on to the stairs. He planned his steps carefully to avoid any creaky boards or stairs, smoothly ascending with the grace of a suave Casanova.
He set the pitcher down beside Pandemonica’s door frame and knocked gently on the door. He waited for a moment, until he heard a sigh followed by an exasperated, “Come in.” Helltaker opened the door, beaming joyously at Pandemonica, coffee mug in hand.
Pandemonica’s tired face quickly lightened into a soft smile. “You always seem to know just what I need,” she said, her eyes fixated upon the mug in his hand.
“I’m just trying to be a good husband,” the towering man replied.
Pandemonica chuckled softly and said, “You’re such a himbo.” Helltaker set the coffee down next to her. She wrapped her hands around it and lifted it to her lips to take a long sip of the hot, black beverage. She quietly sighed with satisfaction, and then looked up at him over her glasses in a lurid way that made his cock stiffen.
“You know,” she said, “If you’re going to give Justice a child, I’m going to want one, too. It’s only fair, after all.” She took another sip, her eyes still locked on his.
Helltaker smiled and said, “Well, now is as good a time as any to get started on that.”
Pandemonica set her coffee down, stood, hiked her skirt up over her hips, and then sat back down in her chair, which she spun about to present her now exposed pussy to her husband. “I couldn’t agree more. Get on your knees.” Helltaker dutifully knelt before her and pushed his head between her thighs. His tongue began to lap at her clitoris and she wrapped her soft, pale legs around his head. She picked her coffee mug back up, took another long sip from the ceramic cup while her amazing husband ate her out, and watched the cold morning sky turn a warm amber color as the sun rose over the horizon.
