Rachael was hit with opulent splendor when Maisy portaled them to their new residence. The large room with a white marble floored polished to a mirror sheen; has accents of black granite quartz. Rachael looking down to see her reflection, she notices that she has been naked the entire time during breakfast with Maisy’s large family. Spreading her legs, Rachael gets a good look at her feminine lips. Blue folds on a scaly white pubic mound; they slowly part as she starts to enjoy the new demonic her. Caressing her folds; Rachael bites her lips as she brushes her clitoris. Eliciting a soft moan.
“Will you stop admiring yourself on the floor and pay attention,” Maisy chuckling as she embraces Rachael from behind. Placing her hand on Rachael’s wet mound; feeling that it is wet and eager for penetration. Maisy instead, takes her hand to her mouth to sample her lover’s juices. “But your honey is like freshly pressed blood blossom nectar,” Maisy sucking on her fingers.
“I’m sorry,” Rachael demurring seductively; “I never got a chance to fully examine myself.”
“The bedroom has a glass tile ceiling,” Maisy composing herself; “but we can use that to examine each other intimately later”. Rachael pouts a little at the impromptu romp being denied; “but the tour comes first,” Maisy still speaking. “As I was saying”, Maisy looking at Rachael; “this is the main entrance. The only way in is via portal magic,” Maisy commenting; “or through the open skylight above via our wings.”
Rachael tried to flex her wings, when Maisy interrupts; “They’ll start working once you have finished adjusting.” Maisy also adding, “Which should take another day. And learning portal magic will have to wait after lock down is lifted.”
“Is it difficult to learn,” Rachael noticing the gold marble columns around the perimeter.
“Nope,” Maisy answering; “Its practically second nature to us Demons. It’s just a manner of knowing where you need to go by picturing your destination in your head.” Maisy wanted to show Rachael and example but was limited due to hell under lock down. A lock down that will not be lifted until the four rogue Iron Knights are capture or killed.
“Say,” Rachael thinking in her head; “the Grand Ole Opery, in Nashville?”
“Yes” Maisy nodding; “But it helps if you don’t try to portal to areas with a high volume of human traffic. Apartments, homes and empty office after business hours,” Maisy counting each item off her fingers; “any place when humans aren’t not present, or in no shape thank to drug or alcohol intoxication will be believed at what they see.”
“That last part sounds made up,” Rachael smiles; “If enough people stoned out of their minds or near blackout drunk witness portals and describing the same thing”. Rachael pauses before continuing, “Then it becomes more than a hallucination.”
Maisy smiles, yet doesn’t respond. Not wanting to describe how Rachael once saw Maisy teleport into their apartment just as she staggered home drunk from a rare night out free from her overbearing and abusive farther. Passing out as she slurred her words; Maisy still in her demon form, picked up Rachael and carried her to her room and laid her gently on the bed. She opts to continue the tour.
“This room,” As the two walk through a set of large double doors; “is the great room.”
“I bet it can double as a party room,” Rachael observing the same type of flooring as in the main entrance.
“You are correct. And we like looking at ourselves at just about every angle,” Maisy seeing Rachael observing the polished walls and floors.
“Could that explain why I no longer feel shame for being naked,” Rachael looking at Maisy.
“That’s part of the adjustment humans’ experience after the ritual to become a demon,” Rachael comments; “some adjust faster than others. Plus its warmer in hell. Clothes can make it feel stifling.”
“Will I still have,” Rachael making subtle gestures; “monthly flows?”
“Being as close as one can be to being immortal,” Maisy answering; “we don’t have a finite amount of eggs for fertilization.” Maisy urging the tour onwards as she talks; “we produce eggs on demand; when we want to become pregnant. Formal dining room,” Maisy explaining the next room; “ahead through those doors is a garden patio, the small door there is for the servants to and from the kitchen.”
Turning around, Maisy guides Rachael back through the great room to another set of doors. “These lead to our private quarters,” Maisy opening the door. “You already know what we do when same sex couples want children.”
“I want to bear our first child,” Rachael stopping Maisy; “I want you to get the penis from the priests to knock me up.”
“No arguing,” Maisy looking surprised; yet pleased to see Rachael smiling. "This usually a big discuss between couples, acording to my mother," Maisy quickly adding.
“You also said we can alternate,” Rachael adding; “either way, they will be our children.”
“I did say that,” Maisy beginning to feel flushed with desire, before shaking herself back to the task at hand; “this way for the more of the tour.”
Rachael was dragged through a slew of corridors and rooms who’s name she couldn’t recall. There was another dining room and kithcen in the private quarters; yet all that she could focus on was Maisy’s rear end. Her deer like tail flickering with every step Maisy takes. Her hips sashaying with a come hither motion; Rachael needed a distraction to take her mind off of wanting to tackle the demoness in front of her and burying her mouth into Maisy’s moist snatch.
“Our washroom,” Maisy dragging Rachael into the room.
Rachael saw the room as she entered; a toilet with bidet. She sighed in relief, knowing there would be no accidents with a mishandle chamber pot. “No toilet paper,” Rachael looking at Maisy.
“You use the bidet,” Maisy pointing to the other porcelin device newt to the toilet; “it’s much more sanitary. Large shower over there,” Maisy pointing to the right of the toilet. “And a large bathtub for two right next to it,” Maisy turning around. “Just a few more rooms,” Maisy leading Rachael onward.
“Here is the closet for all our clothes for court and formal functions,” Maisy leading Rachael to a room across from their washroom. Rachael squealed with delight as she saw her clothes from their apartment on earth already folded and neatly put away.
“Most will need to be adjusted to fit your new figure,” Maisy watching Rachael model a t-shirt that is clearly on the tight fit spectrum. “Plus your wings would ruin most of them;” Rachael adding, “you can get help with that later. Let’s go to the main attraction,” Maisy grinning seductively.
Opening a set of doors off of the ante room between to closet and washroom; Rachael is stunned to see the most luxurious looking double king size bed she has ever seen. Set in the middle of the room it looks suspended from the floor, yet it has no support wires visible from the ceiling. True to Maisy’s word, the ceiling was tiled with mirrors. Allowing a good view of the action when the partner was busy servicing them. There was a couple of chairs next to a fire place that is currently not lit. A glass wall afford a stunning view of hell. A glass door built into the window, providing access to a private patio. Also in the room Rachael notice a sofa a few other chairs next to a wall full of books.
Before Rachael could take another step, Maisy spins her around and plants a large kiss on Rachael’s lips.
“If I recall,” Maisy speaking between kisses; “you still owe me from this morning’s shower.”
Both furiously feeling each other over, Rachael practically pants as she is half lead and half dragged to the bed.
“Let’s rectify that before we go shopping,” Maisy pulling Rachael as she playfully falls onto the bed.