To the Victor goes the Spoils

Authors note: doing the own nothing dance!! And reviews!! Yay reviews!!!


Dreamer lifted her head from the mattress, looked about quietly, and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Her lord and maker was not here. She and Angelique reclined upon Topec’s bed, leisurely passing the time with small conversation, comments on the state of their sections, and souls. The first was not with them, she did not help to keep the lords bed warm, no. he visited her privately. She wrinkled her nose again, disliking the smell of female demon that still lingered in the air. She hated these times, when he took a strange bitch to his bed for the sake of breeding. In her opinion, all demons should be made cenobites. Like Angelique! She had been a princess of hell! She now made a decent cenobite, when she wasn’t being… well for the sake of being blunt, just like a demon bitch.

Oh she had her airs about her, and would go on for hours if you’d let her about how fine she had been, how no stud would ever have been good enough for her were she still in her first shape, but Dreamer knew better. She’d seen how Angelique’s eyes followed her maker during the days, and how she sighed over him at these damn times. Really! She couldn’t feel what the demons felt, but she sighed from memory, and her eyes would not leave him. Dreamer, of course, would not have bragged of better behavior where Topec was concerned, but sighing!? No. she had more pride than that.

…she also had a sinking suspicion, that Topec had Angelique made into a cenobite to break some of her outrageous pride. It seemed to have worked… to well. The Chatter beast snuffed the air lightly, and wagged his behind in the place of a tail as the doors opened. Topec paused on the threshold, scenting others in his quarters, but dismissing them almost instantly. He entered the room, walked to the desk, moved something about for a moment, and held out his hand. Dreamer rose from the bed and bowed her head, placing her hands in his. Angelique rose as well, and mirrored the gesture. They were all cenobites, yes. But they were his consorts. Male cenobites took female cenobites as company if they chose to, and most did. Some females even acquired males. The norm however, was one male, and one to three females.
Topec brushed them both gently as he made his way past them and to the bed, he stretched out on it much like a lion, his pins his mane. His eyes, half shut, watched his females quietly. Dreamer mover first, ascending to the bed and curling herself into his left side, he did not refuse her, so she stayed. Angelique followed, and placed herself to his right. Topec closed his eyes now, content to rest for the moment and let all else pass.
Eventually his breaths were soft, steady, and the deceptively powerful body lady still. Dreamer herself was beginning to glaze over, when she felt the mattress shift a little, and rose on her elbows to look curiously at what Angelique was up to.

The former princess of hell was caressing Topec’s back with her fingers, running them over his shoulders through the leather, his spine, his sides… Topec stirred, but did not wake. She trailed her hands down further, kneaded his buttocks, further down, his thighs, calves… once again he stirred, but it seemed to Dreamer from the way he shifted to allow Angelique easier access that he didn’t mind the touch all too much. Angelique looked up at dreamer and made the conspirators ‘come hither’ motion. Dreamer came over. Angelique took her hands and placed them where she had been previously massaging. Dreamer kneaded gently, moved her hands as Angelique pulled the robe out of their way. Topec stirred again, this time lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at them. He shuddered lightly when they touched his skin, their fingers seeking between his thighs. Dreamer found him first. He arched forward into her hand, groaning lightly in the back of his throat, swelling under her fingers as she caressed him. Angelique, not to be outdone, took hold of what else was available, and kneaded the sacks gently.

He hissed, tried to roll over to meet him but they playfully held him down. He saw the humor in this and so his second attempt rolled left, before swiftly flipping himself to the right and onto his back. Undaunted his consorts resumed where they had left off. He bucked and groaned, stunned by the sudden presence of a warm mouth on his exposed stomach, his manhood proud in her hand. Angelique bent until she could run her tongue against him as well, lapping the side of him, blowing on him teasingly. She brought her mouth up higher, tasting his tip, lapping mercilessly. He panted, closed his eyes, gave himself into their hands to do with as they would.
They did not disappoint. Dreamer looked at Angelique, raised an eyebrow in a silent, “Whose turn?” Angelique grinned, clearly saying, “mine.” Dreamer moved slightly out of the way, letting Angelique straddle the restless Topec. Slowly, she hitched up her skirt, letting her cunt run over his tip. Black eyes opened again, locked on her, to intense to refuse his wishes, to shun his dominance. She lowered her head worshipfully, ran it gently against his chest. A soft sound, his approval, one hand gently cupped her breast through the leather, the other touched her throat, and passed over it gently. Both hands moved down her waist, seeking. They passed over the bunched leather of the skirt, traced her inner thighs. Angelique sighed, rubbed against him lightly… cried out as he pulled her down on him, hard.

In an instant he had flipped them again, looming over her as he thrust into her welcoming channel. She crooned, her nails scrapped at his back as she tossed her legs around his waist. The bed creaked, Dreamer reached out between them, rubbing the space where their bodies were merging. Topec tossed his head back, grit his teeth as his thrusts began to loose their steady pace. Angelique lay limp, moaning lowly now under her breath every time his shaft speared her. She tensed suddenly, cried out, wrapped herself to every contour of him she could reach. Her shivers were his undoing, he quaked, panted, pushed hard against her… there came the sound of fabric ripping as his fingers tore into the mattress.
His shout of completion was voiced to all of hell. In the last spasms she withered below him, rubbing and licking his chest, and clenching her sex…

Dreamer sat back, a little dejected. She nuzzled him softly, knowing he could not give her what she wanted, saddened by it. Tired eyes of Black slid open, observed her low shoulders, her deep set, dejected gaze. Topec pushed himself into a crouch, pulled her head into his shoulder, let her nuzzle. Well practiced fingers traced their way down familiar territory, rubbing a nipple hidden from direct touch, tickling her sides, cupping her firm buttocks and pulling her closer until she reclined with her back to his chest, her head supported on his shoulder. His fingers turned more skillful, rubbing inner thighs through the flimsy barrier of chain and leather to where she wanted him to be. Dreamer moaned, lifted her hips for him, shuddered as he traced her sex, just teasing now, giving her a feel for what was to come. Two fingers slipped inside. They spread, stretched her, began to slide… in and out, in and out, his thumb brushing her clit wit every stroke.
She tossed her head, moaned, pressed herself further down on the invading digits. Her eyes shut as she rubbed herself back and forth, trying to stir him beneath her. Angelique smiled in a satiated manner, watching them with lidded eyes. Dreamer groaned again, tossed her head back in need. Well, far be it from her to let a friend suffer. She crept over, lapped Topec’s fingers, silently asking permission. He regarded her with a little surprise, but did not force her away. She lowered her head as best she could around his working hand, and started lapping.

Dreamer screamed, pushed forward hard enough to unbalance most. Tossed her head with her pleasure as the wet appendage paid homage to her flesh. The lapping turned into a sucking, a tugging at the clenching walls, a few well placed flicks to the clit…
Dreamer was done, she shook and whimpered from the sensations, her orgasm pulling her down until she was nothing more than a twitching mass on the sheets. She stilled finally, panting for breath, her eyes fluttered until she had focused on her two companions and gave each a lazy smile, Topec swept her back to his right, contented as she snuggled into him, dead to Leviathan and Labyrinth the moment her head was down. Angelique scooted herself over to them, she whispered her devotion to Topec, kissed his chest reverently, and sank down with a weak sigh. Soon, he was alone.
Zipe Topec looked up, up to where the black beacon swept the skyline, felt the boom of his God. That was all he knew.

He sank down between his consorts, the now and ever under lord of Hell, and merged his waking conscience into his God for a well deserved rest.