H(ot)ell Ascension
Part 5


Written by Septia.


Charlie left her study, closing the door on a number of plans and paperwork that were, mostly finished. For now, it felt best to put it behind herself. Well, for a lil bit, she could run through some of her ideas with the crew, maybe this time she could get some good feedback. Though, the longer she walked through the hotel's corridors, the more, desolate she felt. There always seemed to be some activity going on, often something going astray. But, today it was just… “Hello?” she called out as she went down to the lounge. Empty as well. “Vaggie? Angel?” she tried. “Husk?” Still nothing. On the final step, she gripped the railing. “Alastor?” Still nothing. Had they all just… up and left? They wouldn't, right? Had… had she failed them? 
	“Where is everyone…” 
	“Pleased to see you, Charlie Morningstar.” 
	Those robust tones out of nowhere sent a shiver through her spine, turning around to see me on the stairs, just a few steps above. 
	“O-ooh, Oh Ash. It is great to see, someone. I auah I mean-. I, what I meant to say was is, great to see our number one hellhound present. You, getting along with everyone?” 
	I smiled. “We are making great strides, jus' 'bout everyone workin' together all for the purpose of our common goal.” I shuffled a few steps closer to Charlie, brimming, bathing the young entrepreneur in my confidence. 
	“That's, Amazing, fantastic even, I knew they would come around to you. So, you don't happen to know where Thorough-.” 
	I interrupted her by stepping, down one stair closer than she anticipated, sharing the same step, pressing my body to hers. Our suits shuffling in drags of fabric. My tie against her bowtie… 
	“Whoa whoa that's… a… little…” 
	“Close?” I finished her sentence. 
	“Y-yeah.” 
	“Apologies to ya, miss Morningstar, I'll be sure to keep a good margin hence on.” I remained on the same step. Allowing her every opportunity to move away. Yet, the princess, remained. “Good… That's, very… good.” 
	I felt her shudders, the tingles rushing through her bloodstream, the goosebumps teasing her skin. 
	“Charlie,” I said, altering my voice's pitch with a deep treble thanks to the mastery of the radio demon, amplifying the knowledge of the woman standing close through the prolific charm of Angel dusk, honed by the experience of a bartender who had seen into the depths of sinner's souls, again and again, “I notice our proximity remains intimate?” 
	“I-I… I, yeah I… yes.” Charlie mumbled. 
	I smiled. “You can stay, if you want.” 
	Another few moments, in silence, in the empty hotel halls. Gently, I wrapped an arm around her lithe shape. “May I?” 
	Charlie stared, but, as the motions continued, she leaned into me. “Oh, a hug, I… never say no.” Soon, we were locked in an embrace. My motions soft as a brook of cream, she could leave at any moment. 
	“Haaah. Hugs are nice,” Charlie mumbled. “Aren't they just? One of the greatest forms of physical care, and acknowledgment of others, and… a way to support someone, upon who's shoulders rests so much?” 
	Charlie's grasp, tautened. 
	“It i's okay, baby, I am here for you.” 
	“A-ash…” Charlie whispered. 
	“Can't be easy… to realise an entire kingdom, and its many species, rely on you. Even more… when your people are suffering, dying, and despite all that power, all your potential, you can not but watch it happen.” 
	Charlie's breath strummed to a tremble – creaking as an aching violin string. 
	“More than you could ever know.” 
	To this I just nodded at the nook of her neck, as the embrace extended, longer and longer… 
	Eventually, her grasp eased. Trepidation in her shuffle out of our hug. Looking up to me. “T-hanks, Ash, I… think I really needed that.” 
	“You spend so much time on others, is it not time someone spent their time on you?” 
	Her eyes, hazy, looked at me, confused, yet… clear. 
	I extended a paw to her. “It has been a long day, shall we take a retreat to your room? I promise to support you, all day, every day.” 
	Her breath flickered. “W-wait… I… but…” she turned away, breathing, shaking. “I, you… I mean… I appreciate the… gesture but, I am a… I mean, I am not…” she looked at me again, with those big, saffron golden eyes. But when her eyes turned back to land on my figure. She, saw more than just a hellhound. She dug deeper, she discovered… Someone who she would devote her unlife to. “Okay. It, has been a long day.” 


~ 1 ~


All was moving along, smooth as butter… Charm, persuasion, knowledge, and love, all employed by the helpful participants within my body, to guide Charlie's own to a place of comfort, and acceptance. We laid together in her bed, minutes melted into hours. We talked, and talked, I listened to hew woes; from the personal and small, to that which involved everyone, in all circles of hell. Grand matters to rest upon someone, anyone. But, for the most part, we were just silent. I offered her all of myself, a warming body, a curious mind, and an ear for her troubles. I could not answer all her woes, I could not solve all of her troubles. But the mind and body can get distracted by solutions and answers, sometimes, we just need a shoulder. 


Sometime into the late afternoon, when Charlie thought me asleep, I felt her arm brush past me on the way down to under the covers, seeking out to her lap. I remained still. Her breath, soothed, deeper inhales, as she played on the petals to her flower. Only once she had got into a comfortable rhythm, did I move. 
	“A-Ash?” Her tone rung of embarrassment. “I-I, this, I…” 
	But I was already slipping under the covers, down to her thighs. She pinched them closed, clamped shut before me, her wrist swallowed in by her lap. I only waited, caressing her legs, massaging her with the tips of my fingers. 
	Eventually, she granted me access. The gates of her legs parting, to reveal her womanhood. I let a breath of my warmth cradle her crotch. Building anticipation, as I got closer, and closer… I felt the shudders around me as I was a cents away from her honeypot… I took it slow, even after making contact, working on her rhythm, not mine. Soft, humid air keeping the atmosphere cozy, and long, soft licks of velvet painting her succulent canvas. “Mfmmfa, mm, y-yes,” Charlie whispers, holding her own voice in check. I retracted, letting her take the reins. I felt her thighs scissored over me, pushing me back in, brushing and cuddling with her sex, so I obliged. Out of all the experience and abilities I had gained through each step of my plan – while all of them were a great aid – lead me up to this point… The one I was thankful for now, was my broad, silken hellhound tongue, warm and and wet to match Charlie's pussy. I could not have asked for a better implement, to dine upon the princess of hell herself. 


The night took its reign over the circle of pride. I rested with a princess, snoozing in my arms. The sheets stained with relief, a perfume of rose petals and sweat wafting through the air between us. She At least, the midst of all her untold responsibility, for this moment, she was at peace. 
	There was a part of me who felt it was a bit of a shame that the new houndhood Angel had cursed me with was not put to use in our engagement. However, that is not what she needed. I waited, patient… Until I knew she was sleeping sound, and deep. Her body suspended in rest, tuckered out after the number we had orchestrated at her deepest folds. There was nothing short of the ragnarök who would awaken this sleeping beauty now… It had almost gone… too smoothly. 
	I excited her hold, shuffling back under the covers, watching her. Still sleeping. 
	“Oh, Charlie, you've only seen glimpses of what hell is truly like, the underbelly of the underbelly, the depths of depravity and malice of sinners and demons alike… You mean so well… and have taken on so much,” I hummed, and peered down, along her naked, ashen pale form. “Alone, you cannot realise those dreams. Yet, together… we can all be, so much more…” It was, surreal. I could hardly believe It, but here It was, my final opportunity, served up upon a silver bedsheet. And was it ever good, that it had gone so smoothly… I heard an ethereal clatter around my neck, the red demon-metal chain collaring my neck holding steady… so too was the waveform neon green chain choking my jewels, and the leash of wisping, pale pink smog trapping my dick in a noose… So much of my effort had gone to sleeping my body, my soul, my whole, was tearing under the weight of numerous contracts… Despite the power they invested in me, the soul of a mere hellhound would shatter in a few days. At least… that is how it felt, and I had no intention to find out… but with Charlie… with the corrupted authority of a fallen archangel's offspring. I would be complete… 
	I crawled to the foot of the bed, watching Charlie’s legs, the light coat of white fur, culminating into a pair of cloven hooves. Such delicate things. I grinned in my yellowed, stolen smile. For a moment, I let all the influence of my recruits flow and broaden out over me. Freckled eyes lining the side of my cheeks opening into insectile eyes; My left eyes crossed out in a red tattoo. My coat dressed in streaks of red and gray, my mast painted with a big pink hart flustering up along it. And behind me, the breadth of a dark wingspan flaring in full view…
	“Thank you all…” I whispered. And then grasped my prize, the princess. Tonight, I would dine upon the princess of hell
. I thread her hooves towards my gaping maw, tethers of drool folding over the cloven toes as I fed them through, ensnared by my tongue and captured by my lips closing over her ankles -Shhrrlpst-. I Suckled over her, matting her coat with my drool, with my excitement. And I swallowed -Oomph- She was, so lithe… her body so graceful and slender. The hooves sunk through the back of my esophagus, budding out my neck and I held up at her knees. -Googulpgk- another swallow, sending her deeper, gentle tugs drawing her legs through my embrace. The taste was, unholy, a taboo of fair flesh grown through a shell of corruption. But she was, so much more, so… so much more. Charlie was the key to the future… A future where Pride would fall to me, and in my wake, a new world would blossom. I would care for this world, I would be its antidote… I would show what the royalty of hell had abstained from, for millennia. -OOOuuglgpsha-. Her knees passed my muzzle, folding her legs down my gullet, compacting her legs down to a folded lump lodged in my chest. I massaged it, coaxing it down with one paw, whilst the other clutched the demon's thighs, drawing them towards my lips, slobbering over her voluptuous frame -Shhllrpgup- -Gallup-. Her legs waded down my neck, marinating underneath my chest as my cheeks filled with the the lean pidgeon-drumsticks of her thighs. More of her form, drawn underneath the blanket, until it was just a lump beneath the cloth, waiting to siphon into a new series of bumps along my neck… Such, a marvellous change of pace… 
	There was no struggle, no coaxing, no stress. Just me and the last puzzle piece to complete a new world… Jolts of satisfaction accrued down my spine as I fed Charlie's torso past the reach of my lips, a gentle gnaw across her abdomen, hoisting her deeper past my warped cheeks. She was such a wonderful being, I could taste her purpose, her potential… It streamed through my frame… All I needed… was for her not to wake up… But, she couldn't, not now. When everything, was at its peek. I grasped the sides of her chest, leading her upper body into my swallows -Oouggmpa- -oOOGugsmp-. The parade of bulges bundling my neck to dip down all the way down my abdomen. Almost there… 
	“Mmrmfmr…” 
	I hold. My muzzle wrapped around Charlie's bust, as she let out that faint, hum of a noise. My maw so close, that each breath shifted locks of her parchment pale hair. In, and out, in, and out. Still… She shifted, ever so slightly. I reached out, laying my arms over hers, a gentle weight, a comfort, a support. “Mmmn…” a drowsy noise. She calmed. 
	My heart, beating so hard I was worried this alone could wake her now. I tucked in her right palm, threaded past my lips, then her left; frame down my gullet. I leaned back, letting the drape of her blankets shuffle off our embrace, our oncoming union. Charlie's elbows, neck, and head jutting out my maw, the rest of her vaguely stretched in bulges down my front. I caressed her hair, and swallowed -Oolglgpsmh- Down, lips ensnaring her shoulders, -Oomgpgsh- crawling up her cheeks. -Oompgghh- closing, over her face… -Ooummgpglgsah- The moment my lips touched each other, reverberated through my body. Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell, entombed within my body. All but a beard of her hair falling down my lips. It brought beads of saltwater, to my many new eyes. -Loogugsmp- -Sllhrurulp- I suckled down the glistening, spittle soaked hair, and tiling my head back to chug her down, watching the bloating heaps congest past my chest, billowing my belly out with the bulk of a whole demon I had pleasured hours earlier… I had gone in for a taste, and now I had my fill… -Loofomphs-. -Bbgglpgghsh- The final swallow, draining the lumps in my neck to the protrusion of my gut, lagging into my lap with a soft thud -Chhtddn-. Quivers, spiked through my body, sprawling like the roots of a tree growing in my veins, emboldening me with a raw, unfettered satisfaction. I… had made it… Through it all… I had, made it. I caught my own breath, easing my intake of air, cradling the Charlie clogged core, gently, brushing over her outlines under my fur. “Yes…,” I mumbled, “I got ya… for as long, as you ever might need,” I whispered, paws massaging and cradling my frame. Slowly, making my way back onto the mattress, we still needed time together, time to merge our ambitions into an unstoppable force, into a vessel, that could reign over hell itself. 


~ 2 ~


I wandered through my dreams, Exploring a mirage of the hotel nested in my mind. Perhaps, it was more than just a dream. For in for it, I felt the conglomeration of essences couped within the breadth of my being. First, I wandered over to the bar, where Husk and I could both be found, engaging in, spry behaviors. 
	-Oomph- -Mpggughs- Oogmpggushah-. Chugs of meat slapping thrown a wet sheet echoed form behind the bar disk where Huskar and I stood, the bartender with his lips around my new, impressive cock, nursing it with his whole face sinking into each bob. 
	I shuddered, brushing down the back of his head, guiding his motions as my shaft swelled down his throat, throbbing with possibility. “You were the first of a big thing… you realise that, right?” 
	“Mfmgh mgpghf,” Huskar mouthed behind my cock, somewhat muted, eyes hazy. “First on the path of a better hell, a better world… Have to say, a honour to recruit such a potent overlord to my midst. 
	Huskar drew drew his maw back, all the way along the length of my dick, till it flopped free by his cheek -Chhtlllpch- His tongue brushing up along it, steadying himself against my thighs while he serviced that Doggy dick. “Former overlord, it slfmmpgh, mm, ain't much left from those days. I couldn't better this hell-hole if I tried, or wanted to.” 
	I smiled. “Correct, my fetching feline,” I said, rubbing down his head and gyrating my hips against his face. “But that is where I come in… and you become…” I mused, retracting and slowly aiming my cock back into his maw, making him suckle down my musk and words together. “With you by my side, we can accomplish just that. We will rule hell, free of shackles, free of debts and remorse, and in that place, we can make it better for everyone.” 
	“Mfmrghsh,” Huskar growled somewhat, though, he was putting a lot of work rolling his tongue around my shaft, the sinner twisted up in where his allegiance lay. He was still going along with it, and after all this time stuck inside me, with his soul being fed my sweet words, and warm meat, it was inevitable. 
	“You realise, I have had the others widen my side already.”
	“Thaw, Hell you on about…” Husk mumbled with my cock protruding his cheek. 
	I counted on my digits. “Vaggie, Angel Dust, Charlie… Alas tor.” 
	This gave the feline pause, glaring up at me, his lips sinking to the base of my shaft. “Mmggpshag.” 
	“Yes, precisely… All of them, just parts of the whole, and you are a crucial piece to our puzzle, you do realise that, don't you?” I say with conviction behind each word, gently humping my mast down his neck as more realizations settle and fester in his being. He gets more into it, following the pace I set with the rocking of my hips, until he feels my cock plowing and throbbing down his neck. The shaft depositing a surplus of raw spunk right into Husk's gut, my thighs pinching him close to my crotch, panting as he drained me dry. “Mmfn ampghs phaa good kitty…,” I mumbled, rubbing him behind his ears. The sheer disdain on his face over how much he enjoyed it became clear as he pulled back from my mast, tethers of cum webbing him to my crotch. 
	“Mmm, with that… you do see where we are all going with this? It is all for the better,” I say, cupping his cheeks, and gesturing my dick up to his face. “And, I have fed you all of my milk, so it would only be polite of the bartender, to fill it up~,” I mused. My shaft swelling wider, gaping against his cheeks, suckling on him like a leech. 
	“Mmpphee…” Husk grumbles and bats at the mast. Then, he takes a deep breath through his nostrils. “Crazy sunnofa bitch,” he huffed out and grabbed a hold of the cock, gaping the eager slab of muscles and closing his eyes, wedging his face into the pit, engorging my shaft with his cranium as my slick dick-lips suckle over and tucked back his ears. I snicker and brush down his back, humping down his frame to let his shoulders succumb a to my snake. “Mgmsmf, good, good kitty cat sinner~,” I mused and lead him in, features contorting into globes and droves down my mast, fading away as more and more of his mind and soul relents, and gives himself to the cause… Enough time… and I would have all of him. He just needed more persuasion, more care, and, a lot more milk… I would keep churning his soul down into cock milk, and feed it back to him, again and again, until he accepted our union wholeheartedly… Oh, we would be so beautiful together. 


~ 3 ~


After Husk, I sought myself through the mindscape, down to the basement, where the thunder of metal striking steel quaked through the air, piercing the calm of the dream in the concert of combat. 
	Vaggie's spear fell towards me, but before it could touch my visage, I deflected it with a flick of my own weapon, a halberd mace met and sated the aggression Vaggie thrust into her assault. Blow after blow, traded and deflected. The combatants soaring through the air between the landscape of crumpled crates and 'Happy Hotel' memorabilia. “Too slow,” I mused. 
	“You'll slow down when I cleave that head off of your shoulders,” she screamed. Another series of flashes, angelic steel meeting demonic iron. 
	“You are still not upset, are you?” 
	“I'll kill you, tonto de cabrón.” 
	“Hoo, hoo, language,” I said after another parry, bringing us close together. “You've had your chances to kill me, again and again.” 
	This caught Vaggie off guard, suspended mid-air, panting, glaring at my face. 
	“You think I haven't noticed? We have been sparring for over a day. You've had me jus' at the the tip of defeat time and time over, and you always give me… Ample time.” I say and swing by the shaft of my halberd, the pole swept with built-up momentum and lodged in her side, spiking her to the ground, -Cllpthhggh- Vaggie landing in a crumpled crate crater. 
	“See, you always give me enough time to recover.” 
	“Uugrhhgs,” Vaggie hissed out a growl. 
	“I think… you are having fun.” 
	Her eyelid twitched. Then eased. “You wish.” 
	“Oh I do, because if you were having fun, that would mean you realise my point of view.” I descend next to her, walking without my weapon. “It means you believe in the greater cause to better hell, just like Charlie would want,” I continued, then leaned over the crate, flashing a grin, “It means you wants what is best for her,” I grab her cheek, staring into her eyes, “that you'll stop holding her back.” 
	A grin streaked across her face, and the head of her spear jabbed towards me. 
	With a flick of my wings I retreated to a safe distance, brandishing my weapon. “Another go then, are you ready?” 
	Vaggie rose from the crater, spitting and gritting her teeth. “I’m about to find every way there is to flay a dog,” she called out, though her face… it betrayed a grin, certain… satisfaction. 
	“Then, another round it is,” I responded and swung my weapon. The clash of steel sparking lighting through the battleground of a basement. And amidst all the chaos, the occasional bought of laughter would echo between the two combatants, locked in a fierce struggle. 
	?] -Clthnnng- -Cllthnnnngs- A few breaths, I huffed out between blows. “You know the stakes, right?” 
	“Yeah,” Vaggie called out, feigned to the left, then swept the spear below me, I soared to a dodge as she yelled up, “Three wins for me, and you will release me, release all of us.” 
	“And if you cannot, I will make hell a better place than your wildest fantasies can fathom.” 
	“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, perro.” 
	A smirk creeps up my cheeks. “Tell me then, how many of our bouts have I won?” I called to her. 
	She hesitated. “Fourteen,” she retaliated. 
	“And how many have you won, so far…?” 
	“…,” she relaxed her stance, shaking out a rushed breath. “Zero…” 
	“What was that~?” 
	I ducked as the Silver spear flew past my head and lodged into the ceiling. “You have to admit, with those numbers, it seems like you have no intention to really win, doesn't it?” 
	Vaggie leapt up and dislodged her spear, to lunge on me from on high, blocked by the head of my mace, staring at me over her own reflection in the black metal. “Just shut up and fight,” she spat out again, with that sprinkle of glee highlighting her words. And thus the match continued. 


The matches continued, exchanging blows, wrecking our surroundings, and exchanging words in between blows. Until Vaggie launched a kick to my core… striking right at my navel -Chhttfgddgloooumps- My gut buckled inwards, and the stomach then jettisoned forwards to swallow up her ankle, and her lower calves. Bounding up over her legs as she was taken aback. “The. Hell,” she wheezed and flailed her spear. At this range, I caught it, holding it between us. 
	“And that, would make it fifteen,” I mused, and with a thrust plowed her form by the weight of her spear down into my gut, navel blossoming up against her body, blubber building and swathing over her form to suckle up and envelop the fighter up to her chest. -Bbgngnwh- Gut ballooning around her struggling form as she shifted and grunted in my face, -Chhrlpgthh- the navel raising over her armpits, stomach bulk pinning her arms to her head, losing grasp of her spear as she sunk into the realms of my gut. “Mmgpghghha. Auhgs los cojones.” 
	“You haven't given up so soon have you?” 
	“When I get out of here I'll-.” 
	“Round sixteen, looking forward to it.” 
	Vaggie grunted, furrowed eyebrows to hide her smile as the rest of her head was dunked past the reach of my bellybutton, engorging my stomach with her writhing frame once more -Clltwwoollp-. 
	She was taking her time, quite resistant still. But every defeat brought her closer, yet closer. Full assimilation would take a while. Yet, in this realm, I had all of time on my side. 


~ 4 ~


Further up in the mindscape of the hotel laid Alastor's room, the activities percluded within announced throughout the whole of the 'Happy Hotel' by the nature of its banging and thumping. Within the doors l laid back on the grand bed, and out of my chest rose the very Radio demon himself. Alastor shackled to my form, arms and legs already submerged and sunken into my body, melded under my fur with his naked form plastered on me like a torture rack. 
	“Yyou Dirty fILthY stInKinG Mutt, yoour hIGh tAlk won'T be sO HiGh when I SeW youR lips ShUT wiTH IMP enTrails.” Alastor was in a relatively positive mood, considering everything he had been put through, and what he was actually being put through. See, at the base where his lap melded in with my own, his mast was buried into mine, tied to it, forced to experience my sensations, my lust, imposed on him. And the one to administer that care was the most qualified soul in all the whole of the pride ring. 
	“Get lost with that attitude Ally baby, we still got, smfms, so much tension to work out of this Baad boy,” Angel Dust mused as he ground his hips against my shaft, burying it in an avalanche of shifting, kneading pudge, working and massaging with elegant portions to send my dick pulsating like a warning light in his clutches. All of this taking a drain on Alastor, wincing and grinding his sharp teeth till the edges numbed, sweating as he wrung and twisted his form to the best of his abilities between grunts and wheezes of exasperation at his predicament. 
	“You, yOuuu aRe a DIIsgrace of a tramp DareEing tomfngg ghhgsa-.” Glitches, tape skips and worbled record scratches infested Alastor's dialogue as he was assaulted by the raw satisfaction Angel administered. He bounced his lap down on my dick, rearing his hind wide to give Alastor a great view of his dick in between its spelunking ventures up through his ass -Chhllptghh- -ChhhrrTwwlglpgsh- -Twwlblpuurlghs- the smacks moist as a hippo straight from a pool. 
	“Ohohoo and this Tramp is going to stamp his mark all over your incornourable dick. Who woulda thunk all it would take for you to grow a libidos was to get down and dirty, doggy style~.” Angel mused with winks as his ass battered the raging boner. 
	“Mgmghsg awhahg.Angel, Realize tHat this Stray MuTT wants not BuT To UUse us, He hAS yoU DuUpeD.” Alastor pleaded in his wheezing orchestra, to which Angel just smirked. 
	“Yeah I got that, dingus, but heck if this place is hella better than Valentino's studio. I actually get to do what I like here, instead of being forced, and I want to see that red, prick, you's, buuurs~,” he said, timing his words with the fall of his cudgel of an ass down over the incessantly ricocheting cock. 
	The screams of Alastor warped through null frequencies, contorting the atmosphere of the mindscape around him, fractures and ripples waging through the barrier to reality, though in his efforts his draining energy left him sinking back, deeper into the folds of my flesh, torso vanishing, and neck hanging on by a thread, in between each gasp his head fell deeper into the midsts of my pecs, molding over his head like a lump of dough. “Yyogusuguaghh,” he wheezed and screeched. 
	“Am the hottest guy around, heh, thanks fer the encouragement, but I knew that already,” Angel Dust said and slammed his palm into Alastor's face -Chhrlppptch- Plunging the Radio demon back into my chest as he milked my dick dry of its fluids, grinning ear to ear with the satisfaction of making that haughty jerk face get down and into the dirty gutters of his domain. “Mmmpghaa, Could probably wring out the spunk from this dolt out of my ass and sell it for a fortune, if anyone would believe us,” Angel joked whilst pumping his ass down, one last heavy slam squeezing the throbbing cock past its zenith, and the shaking hose flooding his trenches with raw, thick hellhound cream. 
	“Mfpfsfhs mfoghs,” he wheezed and swished his hind back over the dick, molding and kneading himself back into it in the throes of his orgasm. “KeeepMGms, hey, keep pumping me, I want to see how it feels to start an orgasm as me, and end it as a dick,” Angel mused and caged me in bed, brushing down his sides with a broad smile 
	“My pleasure…”


I then turned inwards, in the midst of this minds cape, of the inner world sustaining my recruits, was I. At its center, with Charlie. The vestigial eidolons of me entertaining the other guests, whilst the majority of my focus laid on her. She sat aback in my alp, as we rested on the stairs in the lounge -Chrllptch- we were naked, and, my houndhood, was, currently jammed up her flower bulb. However… we weren't, actively having sex. She was just, sitting there, looking out on the hotel, imagining the possibilities, thoughts and dreams I fed to her through whispers in her ears. Right now, my cock just functioned as her… anchor to me, something that helped ground herself, the tether between us, as we imagined the dream of the Happy Hotel, of sinners redeeming their faults, of joy spreading through hell. Her desire, was so strong… Which made it all the easier to feed her, exactly what she wanted to hear…