Princess of Hell

The attendants moved with practised grace as I settled among them, their touches confident yet respectful. The dark-haired woman immediately positioned herself behind me, her hands beginning a slow exploration of my shoulders and back, while one of the muscular men knelt beside me, his fingers trailing along my thigh with expert precision.

"Look at you," Aria said with a grin, pausing in her own activities to watch me. "I remember when you used to blush just thinking about this kind of thing. Now you're practically purring."

I shot her a look, though it was difficult to maintain any real indignation while skilled hands were working their magic on my body. "Says the woman who thinks about sex more than breathing. Some things never change, Aria."

"Guilty as charged!" she laughed, arching her back as the man behind her found a particularly sensitive spot.

The woman behind me began working on a knot of tension in my shoulders, and I couldn't suppress a soft moan of appreciation. It felt like I'd been carrying the weight of the world lately, and having someone focus entirely on my physical comfort was more therapeutic than I'd expected.

"You seem different today," Aria observed, her voice slightly breathless as she spoke. "Good different. Even if you look like you haven't slept in a week."

I considered her words as the attendants continued their ministrations. She wasn't wrong—despite everything that had happened, despite the exhaustion that seemed to cling to my bones, I did feel… lighter somehow.

"I told my father everything," I said simply, not elaborating on the specifics. The servants didn't need to know the details of my complicated existence.

Aria's eyes widened slightly. "Everything? How did that go?"

"Better than I expected," I admitted, feeling some of the tension I'd been carrying begin to dissolve under the skilled touches. "Much better."

The second man moved to position himself in front of me, his hands beginning to explore my legs with the same expert attention his companion was giving Aria. I found myself relaxing into their touch, my bodu responding eagerly to the attention.

"That explains the mood," Aria said knowingly. "Nothing like parental approval to make a girl feel better about herself."

I was about to respond when I noticed movement in the doorway. Anastasia was still there, but she'd taken a hesitant step forward, her yellow eyes darting between us and the attendants with obvious uncertainty.

"Anastasia," I called softly, causing her to freeze like a deer caught in headlights. "You're welcome to join us. There's no pressure, but the invitation still stands."

The poor imp looked like she might faint. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, and her tail twitched with agitation.

"I… Princess, I couldn't… I'm just an imp…"

"And I'm just a succubus," I replied gently. "We're all demons here, Anastasia. Hierarchy doesn't matter in moments like this."

Aria, meanwhile, was watching the exchange with obvious amusement. "Come on, little imp," she called out teasingly. "When's the last time you let yourself have any fun?"

That seemed to be the final push Anastasia needed. With obvious reluctance and embarrassment, she began to move towards us, her movements uncertain but determined.

"There we go," Aria said approvingly as Anastasia reached the edge of our group. "Much better."

The dark-haired woman immediately made space for Anastasia, gesturing for her to settle beside me. The imp did so with obvious nervousness, her skin somehow managing to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

"You know," Aria said conversationally as one of the men resumed his attention to her, "I think you have a thing for corrupting souls, Lily. First me, now poor Anastasia here."

I laughed despite myself. "Says the woman who literally dragged me to the Pleasure Dome."

"Fair point," Aria conceded with a grin. "Though you certainly took to it quickly enough once you stopped overthinking everything."

The woman behind me had moved to work on my neck, her fingers finding pressure points I didn't even know existed. The sensation was incredible, and I found myself melting further into the experience.

"So, Anastasia," Aria said, turning her attention to the nervous imp. "Did you ever imagine yourself in a situation like this when you were taking care of our princess here?"

The effect on Anastasia was immediate and dramatic. She buried her face in her hands with a mortified squeak, her entire body somehow managing to convey embarrassment despite being partially obscured by her wings.

"Aria," I chided, though I was fighting back laughter. "Be nice to her."

"What? It's a perfectly reasonable question!" Aria protested innocently. "I'm just curious about the fantasies of dedicated servants."

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Anastasia made another muffled sound of embarrassment, refusing to remove her hands from her face.

The attendants, to their credit, seemed to take all of this in stride. The woman who'd been working on my shoulders moved to gently coax Anastasia's hands away from her face, while one of the men offered her a reassuring smile.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of," the dark-haired woman said softly to Anastasia. "Desire is natural, especially for demons."

"She's right," I added, reaching out to touch Anastasia's arm gently. "You've been nothing but loyal and dedicated, Anastasia. You deserve to enjoy yourself."

The imp finally peeked out from between her fingers, her yellow eyes meeting mine with a mixture of gratitude and lingering embarrassment.

"Thank you, Princess," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Just Lily," I corrected with a smile. "At least for now."

Aria laughed delightedly. "Now that's more like it! See? This is going to be fun."

As the attendants began to include Anastasia in their ministrations, I found myself reflecting on how surreal this all was. A few months ago, I would never have imagined being in this situation, let alone enjoying it. But now, surrounded by friends and skilled attendants in the luxury of my family's palace, it felt… right.

The conversation continued to flow naturally as hands explored and tensions dissolved, and I realised that this was exactly what I needed after the emotional intensity of my conversation with my father.

* * *

The transition from conversation to something more intimate happened naturally, as these things seemed to among succubi. One moment we were talking, the next the attendants were positioning us with practiced efficiency.

I found myself lying back against silken cushions as one of the muscular men settled between my legs, his hands exploring my thighs with reverent attention. The sensation sent shivers through me, and I couldn't help but arch slightly into his touch.

"That's more like it," Aria murmured from nearby, where she was already being attended to by both the woman and the other man. "You look so much more relaxed now, Lily."

She was right. The last remnants of tension and stress were melting away under skilled touches and growing arousal. But what struck me most was how naturally I was guiding Anastasia through this experience.

"Just breathe," I whispered to the nervous imp as I helped position her above me. "Let yourself feel everything."

It was surreal, really. Five months ago I'd been Liam, completely inexperienced with any of this. Now here I was, somehow becoming the one introducing others to pleasures I'd only recently discovered myself. The irony wasn't lost on me, but I pushed the thought aside as Anastasia's trembling form settled into position.

The first touch of her tongue against me drew a sharp gasp, her inexperience evident but her enthusiasm making up for any lack of technique. I reciprocated, tasting her for the first time and revelling in the soft sounds of pleasure she made against me.

The man below me chose that moment to enter me slowly, and the dual sensations nearly overwhelmed my senses. I moaned against Anastasia, the vibrations making her shudder above me.

"That's it," I managed to say between gasps. "Just like that, Anastasia."

Her technique improved quickly, guided by my reactions and growing confidence. I could feel her losing herself in the experience, her initial nervousness giving way to genuine desire.

From across our intimate circle, I could hear Aria's increasingly vocal appreciation of her own situation. The sounds she was making grew more desperate as both attendants worked to please her, and I found myself watching when I could focus enough to look.

The woman was between Aria's legs, her dark hair fanned across Aria's thighs as she worked with obvious skill. The second man was positioned behind Aria, his powerful form moving in steady rhythm as she took him in her mouth.

"Look at you two," Aria gasped during a brief respite, her purple eyes bright with arousal as she watched Anastasia and me. "So beautiful together."

The praise sent heat through me, and I increased my attention to Anastasia, using everything I'd learned about my own body to bring her pleasure. Her responses grew more urgent, her movements above me becoming less controlled as she chased her release.

The man beneath me had found a perfect rhythm, each thrust sending waves of sensation through me that I passed on to Anastasia through my increasingly desperate ministrations. I could feel myself building toward climax, the combination of giving and receiving pleasure creating an intoxicating feedback loop.

Anastasia was close too, I could tell. Her breathing had become ragged, her movements erratic as she struggled to maintain focus on pleasuring me while her own release approached.

"Don't hold back," I told her breathlessly. "Let go, Anastasia."

The permission seemed to be what she needed. Her body tensed above me, and I felt her release wash over her in powerful waves. The sensation of her climax, combined with her continued attention to me, finally pushed me over the edge.

My own orgasm crashed through me with surprising intensity, my body arching as pleasure consumed me. The man beneath me continued his steady rhythm, prolonging my release until I was gasping for breath.

Through the haze of my own pleasure, I heard Aria cry out as she reached her peak, her voice mixing with the sounds of the attendants as they brought her to completion. The synchronized nature of our releases felt almost orchestrated, though I knew it was simply the natural result of skilled partners and perfect timing.

We collapsed together in a tangle of satisfied limbs, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of pleasure gradually faded. Anastasia curled against my side, her earlier nervousness completely gone as she basked in the aftermath of her first group experience.

"Well," Aria said eventually, her voice slightly hoarse. "That was exactly what we all needed."

I couldn't argue with that assessment. The physical release had been incredible, but more than that, there was something deeply satisfying about sharing this experience with both my closest friend and my devoted servant. It felt like another step in my evolution, another aspect of my nature that I embraced fully.

"Thank you," Anastasia whispered against my shoulder, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "I never imagined…"

"Neither did I," I admitted, stroking her hair gently. "But that's what makes it special."

The attendants began to clean us with warm, damp cloths, their touches gentle and caring as they helped us recover. It was a level of service I was still getting used to, but I found myself appreciating their skill and discretion.

"So," Aria said as she stretched luxuriously, "what's next on our agenda? Because I have to say, this is turning out to be quite the productive day."

I laughed, feeling more relaxed and centred than I had in weeks. Whatever challenges lay ahead with Faith, with the Academy, with the political situation in Hell, I felt ready to face them. This moment of pure pleasure and connection had reminded me who I was now, and more importantly, who I wanted to be.

"Let's just enjoy this for now," I said, settling back into the cushions with Anastasia still curled against me. "Responsibilities can wait couple more minutes."