Past the mummies that faced each other, Maria and Liliyana came to a room lined with blood-soaked cells. Rotten limbs lay on the ground, their flesh infested with maggots and eerie-looking eyes poking through the exposed flesh like pimples.
Carefully avoiding the viscera the two looked through the cells. Most of them had piles of dead bodies–their skin, organs, and limbs now a nest for rats that squeaked from within the pile. Nothing but death lay before them, that is until they checked the last seemingly empty cell.
On the ground was a woman barely clinging to life. Her eyes bloodshot and her body was painted red with a thick coating of dried blood. As she lifted her head to look at the duo, maggots fell through her lower jaw like a sludge.
She couldn't speak nor make sense of what was happening, but even she crawled close to the bar and tried to claw at the woman in front. A fine young woman turned cannibal, she was on the verge of dying when a fresh pile of walking meat showed up on her doorstep. Why wouldn't she want a taste, but before her thoughts could be finished, Maria picked up her foot and stomped in her sluggish head.
"You..." Turning her head to Maria, Liliyana wanted to say that she didn't have to do that, but after thinking about the woman's state just once, she stopped herself from completing the sentence.
"You might be right," taking her heels out of the dead woman's head, Maria looked sideways at Liliayana. "We should just fucking burn this place."
For once, the two were in agreement since they'd wandered into the basement. Horrors upon horrors lived in this mansion, and living in such a place they would have no hopes of building new happy memories with anyone.
"Let's just leave and talk to the others tomorrow morning..." Liliyana suggested and they did just that.
That night neither could fall asleep as one was fearful of the coming day and the other ashamed of not letting everyone else know what she'd felt about the mansion yet. Turning in bed to face Amedith in their bed, Liliyana reached for his cheek and placed a gentle hand on it.
At first, Amedith looked at her with a hint of doubt, but then flashing a smile; he seized her lips with his, himself. Led further into the comfort of each other's bodies by him, Liliyana brushed every thought out of her head and instead focused only on each other's warmth.
Her fingers trailed the edges of his ribs to his back, and then they glided down his spine and onto his bottom where they rested for a while.
Making more hands from her thighs and shoulders, she quickly began taking off his clothes while slowly encasing each other into a cocoon of sorts made from her wings. Hiding away from the eyes, the screams and the smell, she grew feathers on the wings to further elevate their comfort inside.
Before long, Amedith was biting his way to her breasts, meanwhile, Liliyana's hand had grown a mouth on its end that sucked his dick, all the way to his tiny cute balls. Her many hands roamed across every inch of his skin, every portion, every crevice until his lips parted in quivering orgasm. Even so, the big baby continued to suckle on Liliyana's tits as if he wanted to drink her milk.
But much like Lamias, devils breastfed blood to their young, and knowing full well Amedith wouldn't like that Liliayana decided against pampering him too much.
An hour after the first orgasm, Amedith was still being flooded with Liliyana's pheromones to make him produce more and more cum in his balls. However, after constantly cumming for an hour with Liliyana's hand mouth that was lubed with liters of his cum, he couldn't move a finger and had almost shrunk everywhere but his balls.
Finally, by the time the fae devil stopped, a pool of her sweat had gathered over Amedith's belly. Not only that, being trapped within those feathered wings, their body heat had flooded the space with steam that now reeked of sweat, saliva, and most importantly cum.
Letting herself down on Amedith, Liliayana finally felt comfortable enough to fall asleep, even though their bodies were covered in liters of cum.
While the devil slept soundly after that point, Maria was still angst about the morning; and whatever might happen to her once the news became public, she wasn't in the least, looking forward to it.