Pava was dusting the statuettes that decorated Lady Cruciata's suite in Beelzebub's palace in the center of the Eighth Circle. The peacock demon was wearing nothing but a thin, sheer apron, just as Cruciata had requested. She reflected on just how much her life had changed. Not very long ago, her name had been Chloe and she had been a homeless 18-year-old human girl on the run from her homophobic family.
While some might be horrified to be dragged down to Hell to become a demon lady's pretty ornament, but Pava actually preferred it to her old life. Cruciata was beautiful in a demonic way, and despite her hierarchical attitude, she at least wasn't physically abusive... unlike Pava's mother back when she was called Chloe Ritter. Cruciata also surrounded Pava with luxury and plenty so long as she followed orders, quite a change from sleeping on park benches and eating out of dumpsters. Pava felt that she could enjoy a very happy future with Lady Cruciata... if only her fiancee weren't so obsessed with chasing after the non-existent affections of Princess Miasma. Pava would rather not share her dark mistress with another, and all this scheming could only endanger the daughter of Beelzebub.
The door suddenly flew open to reveal a scowling Cruciata. "In the bedroom," she ordered curtly. "Now."
Pava nodded and followed Cruciata to the bedroom. "Rough day?" she asked, undoing her apron.
"To put it mildly!" Cruciata snorted as she pulled off her clothes. "I was told that Tenebra bitch was dying, so I go to the hospital to comfort Miasma. Guess what? I find 'Lady' Tenebra alive by some miracle! And I mean that literally. There were angels hanging around. Those feathered freaks saved the bitch, I'm sure of it! Anyway, Miasma actually hit me. She has some nerve after how kind I've been to her all these years!"
"You got hit?!" Pava gasped, her feathers ruffling in horror. "Does it still hurt?! Goodness, your cheeks are still red!" She peppered her soon-to-be wife with gentle kisses.
Cruciata smiled in spite of herself. Maybe this ex-human meant more to her than she thought. "And that's not all, Pava. I accidentally let it slip that I knew where Tenebra had been stabbed, and I was this close to being hacked to pieces by King Lucifer and all his guards! I deflected some of Lucifer's suspicion onto his guards (Darkness knows some of them aren't wild about humans becoming demons any more than my dad is), but I was still banished to the Eighth Circle until Lucifer's sure I'm innocent... which I'm not. Dad was furious when he found out I screwed up. He called me everything from a spoiled airhead to a whore who has a pussy for a brain."
"That's awful!" Pava gasped.
"Not as awful as what will happen to me if my plot gets discovered," groaned Cruciata. "I'm seriously scared that I could be dead in a few months, or even weeks!"
"Maybe they'd reduce your punishment if you gave them information on your father's schemes," Pava suggested. "I think he might be plotting to take over all of Hell. He looks like the type. Am I right?"
"He's tried that in the past," Cruciata remarked. "It's never worked, but he's always managed to hide his involvement and come out smelling like a bloodbloom (local flower, if you're asking). I wouldn't be too surprised if he were using my vendetta against Tenebra as a cover to get his 'best friend' assassinated. You're pretty sharp for an ex-human, you know that?"
"Thank you, mistress!" Pava beamed, delighted by the praise.
"Unlike our stuck-up Archdiablesse, YOU know how to treat a lady, Pava," Cruciata giggled flirtatiously. "Now let's fuck our troubles away." She opened a drawer and took out a harness and an obsidian dildo. "I'd like you to wear this. I know I'm in charge, but I like to feel a powerful shaft in my pussy."
"You're such a pillow princess," Pava chuckled as she buckled the strap-on in place.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, my pretty peacock," Cruciata smirked. "Now come here and fill me up."
Pava eagerly leaped onto the bed and gently pushed her strap-on into Cruciata's aroused pussy. The peacock gently rocked her hips back and forth, running her hands over Cruciata's jet black skin as she thrust. Soon, her fingers reached Cruciata's nipples and flicked them playfully. Cruciata sighed from both the nipple stimulation and the feeling of Pava's feathery body pressed against her own skin.
Pava began to increase the tempo of her thrusts, causing Cruciata's insect wings to buzz with arousal. Soon Pava was pistoning her strap-on inside Cruciata's slit like a jackhammer, driving both demons nearly mad with lust. Pava slipped some of her fingers into her own ass, trying to induce her orgasm for release. Before long, Cruciata's pussy walls clenched tight around the dildo as jolts of pleasure shot through her. At the same time, Pava's anal fingering sent her over the edge. Both lovers screamed with delight as the bliss of their climaxes overtook them.
"I love you, Cruciata," Pava said with a kiss.
"And I think I'm beginning to love you as well," Cruciata smiled. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I may actually love you more than I love Miasma these days." Cruciata frowned for a second as she rubbed her cheek. "Perhaps I don't need a princess."
"I always try to be all you need, Lady Cruciata," said Pava.
"No need to be so formal, darling," said Cruciata. "Just call me Crucie."
"Alright... Crucie," Pava giggled.