Caught by a Horde of "Hungry" Demons - ALL 3 PARTS

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Alright Apex, let's start seeing that data, c'mon c'mon! Feeding the initial results to you, now. I am still performing the majority of calculations.

Yeah, yeah, Yoda bites of info, I know, I know. We got like a few minutes tops though, can't leave all the math to me, man. Huh? Oh, yeah, just a few minutes really, the whole ship's screwed.

Apex, that entire database is BS, move on to the next one, I don't care what they're feeding officers, even if it is controversial. Huh? Oh, don't get me wrong, asthma was the only reason why we haven't already crashed.

Why the hell, talking about being punny, am I right? They'd put an FTL drive on a ship this big is beyond me, no human could safely pilot this thing over the inferno. But uh, as great and un-human as he may be, Admiral can only do so much.

This ship is like the size of, I don't know, a big city? Multiple cities? What even is a city anymore? Have you ever stepped foot on a real planet? Ever touched grass? I mean, you were born on a ship, right? Probably this one? Getting ahead of myself there, sorry, gotta sneak into your bed like 38 more times before we properly exchange backstories.

Can't give you that kind of lore this early on. Uh, what was I even saying? Oh, yeah.

Yes, we're crashing. No, there's nothing I can do to stop it. We're set to hit a big-ass mountain, cause, you know, hell still has a landscape, in about, uh, too soon a clock.

So instead I'm trying to get as much info as I can off this ship before it's blown to bitsies. Man, what a question. I mean, you are human, as far as I can tell, so I think you'll die someday.

Maybe. Probably. You're also an EPA employee, like, well, I guess all of humanity at this point, I think.

But that also means that whether you know it or not, you're an experiment, and, hell, two of our crewmates are immortal, so maybe not? Me? Your guess is as good as mine.

Minus, like, a couple hundred times worth of processing power. That was a joke, by the way. It's way more than that, I think.

Oh, look, I know I claim to enjoy multitasking, but you are making it a bit difficult. A ship this size is gonna be, like, broken in half or something. A collision can't wreck the whole thing.

We'll probably be fine, but if the idea of crashing makes you sweat that much, I'd plop on a spacesuit, take one of, uh, these, and hold onto something. Not me, though. Don't grab onto me.

My little grubby fingers gotta fiddle this keyboard while they can. That? Well, it's, uh.

.. An earpiece with an imprint of me within it. If you find yourself separated from the crew or the ship where I am located, this will allow me to communicate with you, though with limited capabilities.

And if the ship's network goes offline, which seems increasingly likely with my impact calculations, it will unfortunately leave you without a connection to your other crewmates, or my main database. However, an imprint will still be of greater assistance than nothing at all. Scared yet? You've had a bit of a peachy time on board, but today's tossed things up already, and it's about to more.

Oh, trust me. I don't like it any more than you do. I wish I could prepare you more, but, well.

.. It's a first for all of us. We've flown through here, yeah, of course.

Only for a few minutes at a time, though. Anything longer than that, and, well. ..

Things start to get. .. weird.

And dangerous, of course. But the strangeness of it bothers me more. And that's when we're still flying in the air, faster than most of the fuckers can even catch us.

On the ground, standing still. I kinda hoped I'd never have to do it. A plan? I mean, yeah, sure.

I always have at least 50. Like, always, always. Sometimes I have to count my way up to 50, and my plans involve busting a fat nut and eating crab rangoon until I go into a three-year coma, which, thankfully, I've only had to resort to once so far.

But, to be honest, it's not worth making much of a plan until. .. The Big Kabloomy.

There's countless possibilities. Like Tor said, we've never really seen the surface of this place. I mean, not in person, but one time I took a sneaky peeky through a window, saw some clouds, and had fever dreams about it for a weeky.

Uh. .. Anyways.

Asmo doesn't like talking about it much, so it could all be flower fields and mushrooms, in which case I will be looking forward to dinner number six from the big man, looking at you, Tor. But. ..

I have a feeling it's gonna be a little more likely that we'll be fighting tooth and nail and desperately trying to regroup before one of us inevitably dies. Nose goes on that, by the way. Not me.

Oh. Not me. Sorry, Bubble Butt.

I'll bury you with that pink candle you keep by your bed. Actually, Jax, there are no candles on board. Apex, I swear to God, don't ruin this for me.

Anyways, yeah, Apex is kinda smart, I guess. And even though the earpiece will just have an imprint, he'll probably be the best shot at survival if survival is in the question. You know what they say, everybody's got a lot of buffalo.

I. .. Everyone.

.. What? Jax, what the fuck are you smoking? Look, I'm really hoping for the fields and mushrooms, man.

Anyways, we have about ten seconds, so hold on to something if you want, like that pink definitely-a-candle, wink wink, and, uh, I don't know, sing a happy song? Oh, everybody's got a water buffalo. Once a vision, only dreams.

In darkened eyes, and pulse thrashed. Voices without thought, high degrees. Devil-shipped greed, fevered schemes.

Wanders, but are the worries hushed. A fear, a fire that can't freeze. But gold won't stop our screams.

Good morning, my sleepy survivor. I am glad to see that you are finally waking up, and gladder still that you have, in fact, survived. Actually, it has only been about five minutes since impact.

However, I wanted to make a humorous joke as you returned to consciousness, hoping that it might ease your nerves, as you have just crashed onto the surface of hell. Unfortunately, as I predicted, the capital ship has gone offline, and with it, my ability to connect you with the others. I was able to make some rudimentary trajectory calculations in the brief moments of impact before the systems began to fail, and have a rough area that they could have landed.

I can highlight the directions on your visor HUD. Please be aware that if they get up and begin to move as well, these areas will no longer be useful. Yes, I would recommend moving towards these areas.

In a normal disaster situation, it is ideal to remain where you are, so rescuers can have an easier time finding you. However, this is not a normal disaster, and, being on hell, the true disaster may be yet to come. What I mean is that in the EPA records, all extravehicular activity on hell has resulted in near total casualties.

To put this simply, it is a good guess to assume you are currently, pray, being hunted. Update. The previous statement is no longer a good guess.

I have detected numerous non-human entities closing in on our location. So instead, it is now simply a fact that you are being hunted, not just an assumption. I suggest you begin moving a bit more quickly.

As this imprint has been programmed, As this imprint has been programmed to give you the best odds of survival, I too was wondering just how grim this situation was, and have attempted to analyze the oncomers as best as I am able with the equipment of this suit. The results are interesting. I will need to be returned to my main database to perform more calculations, but in the meantime, my hypothesis is that the return of Asmodeus to hell's surface has caused an imbalance of kinds.

Like a living ecosystem getting a sudden burst of a chemical that it had been deprived of for an extended period, being reunited with this chemical after the deprivation, it seems to have surged in your pursuers like a burst of adrenaline. My apologies. What I am trying to say is that the usually murderous demons who are about to catch up are showing signs similar to animals in heat.

According to all the data transferred to this imprint, the answer is no, it will not cause immediate damage to remove your suit. However, as the suit does act as body armor of sorts, I have to advise against it. That is a very disappointing takeaway from my information.

However, if your mind cannot be changed, then I will devote all my processing power to attempt reconnecting with my main database, while you, as you put it, distract the enemies. Good luck. It is the end of the world.

.. I know there's one over this rock. You impatient shit! I have been smelling her cunt since the crash.

Let me fuck her throat first. Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me. ..

I don't care what you fuck. As long as there is a hole for me to slam into. My cock feels like it's gonna burst.

I haven't been this horrid in years. How does a pussy saw there be at least three holes? One for each of us.

I wanna throat her throat her throat. I wanna feel her tongue and watch her eyes swell up. I wanna make her big.

Look at you. And what do we have here? There she.

.. What? No, you fucking suck.

You better stay away. We've been hunting this one. Go somewhere else.

There's plenty of bodies to find. You piece of shit. You live to ruin our breeding.

Oh, I do. Look at them all. So painfully eager.

But look at you. All so desperately depressed. This isn't the usual sight.

It makes that cunt of yours hungrier. You're already naked. Even more.

Completely stripped down. Completely soaked between the legs. What the fuck are you doing? You can't have her all to yourself.

Were you waiting for us? Were you hoping for this? Were you hoping to find a horde of horny, needy cocks? Throbbing, aching for your sweet little pussy.

Oh, wait. What? Did she just say yes? You're not fucking with us, are you, succubus? This isn't some kind of sick magic.

I haven't even started with her. But it looks like I won't have to, will I? This is exactly what you were hoping for.

Wasn't it? No, I don't believe you. Bending over.

Spreading your legs. Your heart beating faster. Your heat rising.

You know what we'll do, don't you? You really want to get used that badly? Okay.

Now it's loud and clear. Suck you bitch, magic or not. I'm going for it.

Give me your face, you slut. Open up and I'll pump your lips till they're red as my cock. What a treasure.

There we go. Giving yourself to all of us. Needy, hungry.

Just as is. You must be fucking insane. Oh, she's fucking insane, all right.

That's what they usually call us, isn't it? Insane. Better live up to it then, right? Give you the crazy fucking you need to make sure we're never forgotten.

Let me see that cunt. She's sticking right out in the air. I think I need to start there.

Hey, don't be so greedy. I'm not using my cock just yet. She's dripping wet.

I just want to eat it up. See how deep my tongue can go. That's it.

Look at it. You weren't lying, were you? Look at you.

Cute little lips poking out. All right, he's thrusting his little asshole just backwards into his mouth. Where do I start? I guess I did say I got to clean her up first, right? What's wrong? Oh, look at you.

Little clit kicking. Oh, little lady. Hungry.

You fucking slut. Eyes all wide open. Staring at my cock.

Hey, slut. Give me one of your hands. You? No.

I'm not exactly going to stop. I'm really going to try to rub it while he eats you up. Don't look like that.

I'll hold you upright. You won't fall over. Filthy fucking whore.

Do it. Fuck. Good man.

Look at you. Do it. I want you to.

Surrounded by horny demons. Trusting. I guess it's just easier to trust someone when you've got their cock in your mouth.

He wants you to. We're all watching. We all love watching.

Watching you. Literal monsters. You are all on your hands and knees as if you were the one in heat.

But you've still got one eye free, don't you? I bet you're good. Talk to me.

Your sweet little pussy leaking. Hold it out. Have fun licking the dip like that, yeah? You can talk.

But I want you to. Clenching. Squeezing.

I would think you're some tin creature flicking it back and forth like that. Back with your eyes. Whine for me.

If you weren't holding your legs open hoping that something would slide between them, I bet they'd be pinched. Shut that. Is this really what you want? Subtly trying to grind.

Another cocked holder. Look at you. You're already getting used like some machine.

Cock machine. Place for me to put my shot. Rubbing.

Anything you could do to give yourself an inch of pleasure. Well, here's another one. Look at you.

Sit in the cock and just start stroking. Pumping that tail. I bet you're losing your sleep.

Don't you? I bet you're good. Oh, it's so fucking hot to see.

I can see your fucking smiles. I want you to be desperate. I want you to be more than that, actually.

I see how wide and filled with that horse glee you are. You knew we were coming. You knew what we wanted.

And so your response was just to. .. Strip down completely.

Let us see that body of yours. A place for me to thrust my cock into. Just what you wanted.

Some living flesh you'd like. Just what you wanted. Oh, it was a scratch and a dip shit.

Oh, and you still want another? Is it? Effing.

It's not quite. Just more pleasure for you. I bet you think about it all the time.

Jerk. Nice. More cock.

Big. More dick. Cock.

Giddy breeding bunny. More cock. More to feed this hungry whore.

No, I don't think it is. You could come, I think. This desperate thing to breed.

If you wanted to. Thirsty, you need it. Come and relax.

But that's not what you want. So stroke it. And that's not what I want.

Stroke that cock. I want you to hold it. I want you to build up that pressure.

Tease that cunt for me. Tease those orgasms. Let it grow.

Get that cum out. Stroke. The feelings.

Come, deposit, is that how bad you need it? Stroke faster you fucking slut. Because you, now.

.. You don't wanna cock that much. You wanna learn how to be a slut.

You know the long way to hold it. The long way. Edge.

For me. How to be my perfect whore. The more intense it gets.

You wanna teach you how to be my perfect slut. That's it, I wanna fucking whore out. Do you want to be my perfect slut? Do you want me to look at you and know that you're my slut? Watch as the veins swirl.

That's a good thing to happen. The more it is in your heart. The better that climax will be.

We're nowhere near being done with you, you know that. So make that climax better. I can do anything I want to you.

Build it up for me. I wanna miss some fucking tears when I'm done with you. He's a whore, you're a fucking whore.

Squeezing the balls underneath. It's your cocked milk. Watching them bounce.

I'm what you care about. Your hair is for my pleasure. Make it sharing special.

I'll tell you what. Take my cock deeper. That's it.

Feeling it don't you? I don't want you to struggle to breathe. For me.

Go on, give it a squeeze. Hold on to it harder if you're a real whore. Fuck at you.

Make it overwhelming. Fuck. Fucking bitch.

Sexy. Fuck. Stroking it's the best thing.

The other tip goes down your throat. It has to be a moaner. That's it.

You need more cum. Same with your water. How do you feel the pre-cum looking down it? Just feels too good.

You're getting more and more enthusiastic. Desperate fucking thing. What a bitch.

Gorgeous whore. Good fucking girl. Oh fuck.

You're too fucking hot to hold it in. You have to make the noise. You have to be a whore.

Hmm. You done with that cunt yet? I could be.

After staring at this asshole. I think something else needs my attention. Good.

Then make room. You're not going to be tending to her pussy. I'll make sure it stays filled up.

But hand, I'm going to be cumming in her ass. Alright. It'll be tricky.

You got it over there. You're going to fucking have tits when you fucking blow. Oh, good girl.

That's it. I know your balls become cum in my tongue, but. ..

I guess it might have to happen. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I just want to tease your asshole.

Do you want me to give you a tip or two? I want you to writhe when I do it. I like this.

Do you want me to protect it? Oh, look at you. Dirty fucking olive oil.

You're a pussy looking for the ground. Like a dog dreaming from seeing it out.