The moment we left the room and stepped into the corridor, Eva lost her temper and turned to me with puffed cheeks, her tail swaying like an angry cat.
"That bitch! She didn't even give me a sip!"
"Hehehe," I chuckled. "You know, maybe if you weren't such a brat, she would've."
"Oh, don't act like you're on her side!" she said, crossing her arms, pouting like a spoiled princess. "You drank my shake! That was supposed to be mine!"
"Your shake?" I tilted my head, pretending to be confused. "I thought she said it was mine."
"It was made for me! I always get one after missions," she huffed, stamping her hoof against the floor. "Do you know how long it takes for her to milk herself?"
"...Wait, what?"
Eva froze. Her eyes widened, but that didn't stop her from flashing a sly smile.
"Ara~ Did I say that out loud?"
I blinked. Once. Twice. Then it hit me.
"Wait... so that shake I just drank... Her milk?"
Why didn't I think about that before? I mean, where can you find milk in Hell?!
"Hehehe~" Eva let out a soft, dark laugh. "Yup, it was made with her milk."
"I..."
"You look confused," she chuckled. "Don't worry, Aza~ It's just Nala's special protein blend made with milk and cum. Don't make it weird!"
"I drank her CUM!" I exclaimed in pure shock. I can't believe that I drank cum without knowing it.
"You're making it weird!"
"I drank her MILK! And CUM!"
"STOP SAYING IT LIKE THAT!" she shouted, smacking my arm hard enough to make me stumble. "It's not THAT big of a deal!"
"Ow! Hey, what was that for?"
"You're so dramatic," she huffed, crossing her arms again. Her tail flicked behind her, the tip twitching like a cat ready to pounce. "It's just a shake. We drink it all the time."
"In Hell?" I raised a brow. "I'm pretty sure milk and cum aren't exactly common down here."
"That's what makes it special." She gave me that smug grin again. "Come, let's go. We don't want to keep Mother Beatrice waiting!"
We walked down the corridor together, Eva leading the way with her wings slightly flared, still fuming. Her clawed feet made a quiet patter against the polished obsidian floor. She walked with purpose, almost stomping down on the floor. I trailed behind, trying not to laugh.
"Are you done being mad yet?" I asked.
"Not even close." She shot me a glare over her shoulder.
"Come on, Eva, I'll let you drink my shake later, okay?"
"Oh my, that's generous of you, Aza~" she drawled in a sickly-sweet tone. "But you don't have a choice in that matter. You're mine now. Every last drop."
I opened my mouth to reply, but the words died on my tongue. I didn't know why. Maybe it was because of what we'd done last night, but the thought of giving her my cum sent a tingle down my spine.
Eva laughed softly and continued walking like she owned the damn place — maybe she did. For a little purple bitch, she certainly walked like one. Her tail brushed against me, and my eyes traced it from tip to base. It was almost like an instinct at this point.
The hallway curved until we reached a set of tall onyx doors, guarded by two succubi in... surprisingly full silver armor, not even a sexy one. If not for their exposed faces and the breastplate, I would never have guessed they were women.
They both bowed deeply when they saw Eva — or maybe me? I don't know, but one of them flashed a seductive smile at me. The look on her face was a dead giveaway. She was clearly attracted to me, even more than to her friend.
"Eyes off," Eva snapped. "She's mine."
"Ara... Ara~ little Eva grew up so fast," the woman said with a thick accent, "so... possessive~"
Eva quickly made a hissing sound, showing off her sharp fangs, and I could see the bloodlust building in her eyes. I knew she wasn't going to let that one slide.
But I was wrong.
"Fine, we can share," she said, turning to me. "You have no problem with that, Aza?"
"Eh?" My mind completely shut down as I looked at her and the two women. I was completely stunned by this turn of events.
The two guards looked me up and down like predators eyeing a piece of meat. Their wings twitched slightly, and the air around us grew thick with heat and something else — expectation.
'Share... Share me!!!' I never thought that Eva would agree to sharing.
Eva was grinning. A smug, dangerous grin that told me she was enjoying every second of my confusion.
"W-wait... hold on a second," I stammered, waving my hands. "You were just about to bite her face off a minute ago!"
"Mhm," Eva hummed innocently. "But I changed my mind. Sharing sounds more fun."
"You... You can't be serious."
"Aren't I, though?"
"You're unbelievable..."
"What, Aza? You don't want to share with the girls?" Eva's smirk deepened, and she wrapped an arm around me. "I can't wait for you to taste them. They're sooo tasty~"
Eva's voice dripped with teasing confidence, and the two armored succubi giggled softly, clearly entertained by my growing embarrassment. I could feel the heat radiating off them — literal and otherwise — and I had to look away before my imagination ran wild.
"Eva," I muttered through clenched teeth. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Oh, absolutely." She winked, fangs glinting under the dim crimson light of the corridor. "You look so cute when you're flustered."
Before I could respond, the heavy onyx doors groaned open. The faint scent of incense and roses drifted out, mingling with the metallic tang of magic. Beyond lay a vast chamber lit by floating crimson lanterns. The walls shimmered like living flesh beneath layers of black marble, and at the far end of the hall sat a throne woven from silver bones and blood-red silk.
Mother Beatrice.
She lounged there with effortless authority — horns curved like a crown, skin pale as moonlight, and eyes that burned a deep infernal red. The aura she exuded was intoxicating, a perfect blend of motherly warmth and crushing dominance.
"Evangeline, Azariel." Her voice rolled through the chamber like a soft thunderclap. "You're late."
"Forgive us, Mother." Eva immediately bowed, wings folding tight against her back. "We were… delayed."
Beatrice's gaze flicked between us, lingering a little too long on me. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.
"I can smell that."
Eva choked. I froze.
"W-wait, what?! You can—"
"Of course I can." Beatrice cut me off, rising from her throne, every step she took echoing with divine authority. "Moreover, the two of you forgot to lower your voices."
I didn't know if I should feel guilty or confused by her statement. It wasn't my fault, but Eva certainly looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.
"You've tasted one of my daughters." Her crimson nails trailed along my chin, lifting my gaze to meet hers. "That makes you part of the family now, dear Azariel."
"Mother!" Eva's cheeks flushed a deep, furious purple. "You can't just say things like that!"
"Hehehe..." Beatrice only laughed — a rich, sultry sound that filled the room like velvet. "Relax, my dear. I won't steal her from you… not yet."
My heart thundered in my ears, and I felt a heat rise to my cheeks. Beatrice had a way of doing that. I mean, she wasn't hiding the fact that she wanted to get inside my pants.
"We can talk later," she said, breaking eye contact with me, turning to Eva. "Now, why are you here?... Ahh, your punishment for disobeying my orders."
"!!!" Eva jolted at the words like she was hit by lightning. "Mother, please, it was just a mista—"
"Bend down!"
Eva didn't even dare to disobey the order. Her knees buckled instantly, and she dropped to the floor without a sound. Her forehead was pressed against the marble floor.
"I told you a million times," Beatrice said, her voice cold, cruel. "Don't leave the town on your own and always inform us about your destination."
"I'm sorry," Eva said, her voice soft and shaking. "Please, forgive me."
"Of course I forgive you, my sweet girl." Beatrice stood behind Eva and gently placed her hand on Eva's butt cheeks. "It's just a little punishment. I know you won't disobey my orders again."
"No, never again," Eva quickly replied.
"Good, now spread your ass."
"Please!"
"Did you not hear me, girl?" Beatrice said. "I said spread your ass."
Eva froze, her entire body tensing under the gentle weight of Beatrice's hand. The absolute authority in the Mother's voice stripped away every layer of Eva's usual confidence and spoiled-brat demeanor, leaving her exposed and shaking on the marble floor.
I watched, stunned into silence, my previous embarrassment about the milk and the sharing deal completely forgotten. This was Hell's hierarchy in its purest form — terrifying and absolute.
"Sigh," Beatrice's gaze softened — but only slightly. "You think mercy comes without consequence, my dear? Every command ignored frays the chain of loyalty that binds this house together."
Her words weren't shouted; they didn't need to be. They were velvet wrapped around iron.
"I… understand, Mother." Eva's wings quivered.
"Good," Beatrice said, her voice lowering to a near-whisper. "Then you'll accept what comes next with grace."
She raised her hand — and the air shimmered crimson. A small yellow piece of paper materialized between her fingers.
"Watch closely, Azariel," Beatrice said, turning her eyes to me. "In Hell, power means responsibility — and responsibility demands discipline."
I swallowed hard, the sight holding me still. Whatever punishment Beatrice intended, it was more than pain — it was a lesson written in magic and fear.
Beatrice's palm hovered over Eva's back, and the latter couldn't help but spread her legs a little to give her mother better access. I saw the panic in her eyes, the faint tremble in her wings.
Beatrice did not hesitate. She placed that yellow paper on top of Eva's vagina and, in a swift motion, sealed it. Eva's entire body tensed, and her head shot up, mouth hanging open as she stared in horror at her mother.
"M-Mother?!"
"Silence," Beatrice commanded in a stern voice. "No sex for a week. This is your punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mother," Eva whimpered. "I won't leave again, I swear."
"Good." She nodded once, then her tone gentled. "Now rise. I have other matters to discuss with our new guest."
Eva pushed herself up slowly, her expression a mix of shame and defiance, wings trembling. She avoided my gaze, her face still flushed — whether from anger, pain, or something else, I couldn't tell.
Beatrice returned to her throne, motioning for me to step closer.
"Come, Azariel," she said. Her tone was sweet enough, but her eyes were unflinching. "Let me thank you for saving my daughter."