Demon Party

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Enjoy yourself, Lord Demitri~! I am not making any promises!" Lillith laughed girlishly as Akuma whisked her away. She dropped her demonic shawl and chains in front of him and her wings retracted into her back, her horns shrinking to a more manageable size. "Why not both?" She said seductively, spreading her legs, a long, demonic tongue slipping out of her pussy and licking around her moist lips, as if it was eying something delicious.

Abaraxas' open hand lashed out and struck Alexis on her cheek with enough force to send her onto the ground. "Such insolence! You dare speak to your master that way?" The demon's lips curled up into a wicked smirk, the leather belts on his outfit started undoing themselves as if they were alive, snapping at the air like whips. "My dear slave, you have not met a master as sadistic as I."

"Oh no, please, no honorifics, no Lord, or Your Majesty, or Your Unholiness- at parties, I am one of you." The devil laughed. "Ah... an exotic treat from the orient! I am always pleased to meet demons of other cultures. Lord Demitri over there is quite the social planner- very elegant with his parties. It is, how you say, sophisticated." The Devil crossed his arms and gazed from Nyu to Mika, and back again. "Now I am quite curious." He placed his powerful arms around either girl and inspected them closely with his hollow eyes. "Are you both the same kind of demon?"