text: "I think he's leaving," Bill whispered.
  
  BOOM!
  
  Dagon's footsteps had been dwindling.
  
  "You saved us," gushed the Angel, a smile on her youthful face. Her body was pressed tight against him, so nubile and tantalizing, her hard nipples brushing against his arm. And then Cynthia pressed on the other side, just as lovely, just as lithe and naked. Bill's body responded as his fear dwindled.
  
  "Cynthia saved us," Bill corrected, glancing at her. Her eyes were tight. She still hadn't forgiven him. Maybe she never will.
  
  "But it was your idea," the Angel cooed. "Thank you for saving me. I knew I made the right decision."
  
  "Right decision?" Cynthia asked flatly.
  
  "When I slowed your fall," the Angel answered. "I broke my wing arresting your plummet, but it was worth it. You two are the key to escaping Hell."
  
  "Can't you just go through the Hellgate?" Cynthia question, pointing up at the hole in the ceiling almost hidden by the sulfurous fog. Red stalactites protruded out of that boiling cloud of yellow, reaching down like fangs about to snap shut.
  
  The Angel shook her head. "Only Lemures can go through that gate. It's not big enough for me."
  
  "It seemed big enough when we fell through it."
  
  "Why are you being so hostile?" Bill asked.
  
  "Because this is Hell, and she's up to something."
  
  Another rumbling quake shook the ground.
  
  A hurt look pained the Angel's innocent face. "The hole isn't big enough in a metaphorical sense. I'm more powerful than a Lemures."
  
  "If your more powerful, why did you need us to save you?"
  
  "Cynthia. There were dozens of them, and she's hurt."
  
  "Don't be taken in by her, Bill! We don't know anything about her." Cynthia glared across his chest. "Who are you and why are you even in Hell?"
  
  Cynthia wasn't surprised by the ground's rumbling.
  
  "I am Adriel, a Fallen Angel," she sighed. "I made a mistake, I went against Heaven's wishes, and I was thrown into Hell. They are quite... intolerant up there."
  
  "And what did you do?" Cynthia pressed.
  
  "I was part of a group of Angels called the Grigori, or Watchers. We were supposed to observe mankind, but we took sympathy and wanted to help, so we gave your ancestors knowledge, and our punishment was to be cast into Hell with Lucifer and those Angels who had rebelled against heaven."
  
  "Just because you shared some knowledge?" Bill asked.
  
  "The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil," Cynthia whispered. "You are the serpent in the garden?"
  
  "I thought that was Lucifer?" Bill frowned.
  
  "That story is an allegory," Adriel answered. "One written by the very people that condemned us."
  
  Bill shifted then asked, "And why is Dagon after you?"
  
  She shuddered. "We are hunted in Hell. Most of my friends have long since been tormented and killed. I have been a thorn in many of the sides of the Greater Powers of Hell, such as Dagon, but I'm running out of options. When I saw you fall, a pair of mortals in love, I knew you were my way out of Hell."
  
  "How?" Cynthia asked suspiciously. "This is a prison, right?
  
  "There has to be ways out of Hell," Bill pointed out as the ground shook and moaned. "Daevia did it."
  
  Adriel nodded. "Her way of escape was quite vile, requiring a great expenditure of suffering her Lord had accumulated from those sinners under his control. Eons of human torment made Daevia's entrance into your world possible."
  
  "Lord?"
  
  "Daevia is a Succuba, and they serve the Archdemon Mephistopheles. That is her goal, to loosen her Lord upon the world. The Hellgate is merely the first step, giving her the forces she needs to attack the Gatewardens from the mortal realm where they are assailable."
  
  "Gatewardens?"
  
  "The most powerful Seraphs who guard the main gates of Hell. They are unassailable from inside, but vulnerable from the mortal world."
  
  "So how can you help us escape?" demanded Cynthia, disbelief dripping from her words.
  
  "There is a place, the Hall of Virtues. If a person possesses one of the virtues, they can open a gate there."
  
  "So you're not virtuous," Cynthia declared in triumphant. "How can you be an Angel than?"
  
  "I'm not a person," she patiently responded. "It does not matter how virtuous I am. But you two are so full of love for each other, even if your pain is masking it. You two can open the gate and get us out of Hell."
  
  "So we're just supposed to trust you to lead us there?"
  
  "I understand," winced Adriel, her face falling. "There really is nothing I can say. I doubt you would trust any oaths I swear. You will just have to have faith that you will escape Hell if you follow me."
  
  "What choice do we have, Cynthia?" he asked her. "Wander aimlessly until Dagon finds us?"
  
  Her mouth snapped shut, her jaw working.
  
  Bill stroked her cheek. "I know it's hard to trust her, but we need her help. I don't think we have a choice."
  
  The illusion suddenly faded, sparkling into rainbow motes. Bill sprang up, sword out, peering around for any Lemures. Only their bodies littered the depression. "Why did you release the illusion?"
  
  "My energy ran out," Cynthia replied.
  
  "You have bonded each other?" Adriel asked standing up and stretching her youthful body.
  
  Bill smiled at Cynthia, and she returned it with a frosty glare.
  
  "Yeah," he answered, looking down. "We did."
  
  "Then you should hurry up and copulate with her. She will need her powers."
  
  Her eyes widened. "Like that's going to happen again."
  
  "It's the only way to get your energy back," Bill protested, walking up to her. "I guess it sucks if you don't want to, but..."
  
  Her eyes flickered down to his hard cock. "Oh, right. Such a terrible burden for you."
  
  "If you will not satisfy him," Adriel purred, walking over and grasping his cock. Pleasure flooded through him. "Then I will."
  
  "What?" demanded Cynthia.
  
  "I need to lie with both of you," Adriel smiled, stroking him gently. "You both stink of mortality. The Lemures will regroup and follow our trail. Unless I hide your scent with my essence."
  
  "Sure, and then we're your slaves," sneered Cynthia. "I've already been one Demon's toy, I'm not eager to let you be the second."
  
  Bill blinked, pushing her hand off his cock, trying to think. "Yeah. Cynthia's right."
  
  The hurt looked returned, and Adriel shrank back, tears brimming in her wide eyes. "I understand. But if Bill is gagged, he can hardly agree to anything. Then he won't have to be afraid. I'm no Succuba. I cannot claim you through lust alone."
  
  Cynthia strode over. "He's mine," she snapped and threw her arms around Bill, kissing him passionately, possessively. Bill didn't mind her sudden change of heart.
  
  He let her pull them down to the stony ground, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing and kneading. Her nipples were hard, and she moaned into his lips. He broke the kiss, staring down into her blue eyes, and pushed a strand of her golden hair out of her face.
  
  "I do love you."
  
  "I know," she whispered. "That doesn't change anything."
  
  "Shouldn't it? We love each other, so why shouldn't we be together?"
  
  Her hand slid down his body to his cock. "I don't want to share you. I want to be selfish."
  
  He kissed her as she guided him into her sopping depths. Her hips rose as he sank into her, savoring every inch of her hot flesh. He loved being buried in her, drawing back his hips and slamming back in. Her arms wrapped around his side, squeezing and pulling him tight.
  
  "Such wonderful love," whispered Adriel. "You shouldn't be so judgmental of him, Cynthia!"
  
  "Oh, not now," panted Cynthia. "Let me just enjoy this."
  
  Adriel squatted down before them, her legs spread, and her pussy, a tight slit bare of any hair, wet with her passion. She was just inches from Bill's lips, and she smelled wonderfully tart. He wanted to taste her.
  
  "He jumped into Hell for you," Adriel purred, touching her face. "How many men would do that?"
  
  Cynthia's hips bucked to meet his thrust, her eyes flicking up and locking on Adriel's pussy. Bill wondered if he saw a new lust burning inside them as her pussy tightened on his cock. Sharing this sexy, Fallen Angel with Cynthia drove him to fuck her harder. If Adriel shifted just a little bit, their mouths could taste her, share her.
  
  "He has so much capacity for love," Adriel continued. "That's why he can share this power with you. And he does love those other three as much as you. Think of that. This man is special, and you're letting something as negative as jealousy destroy that."
  
  Cynthia let out a shuddering moan, her fingernails clawing into his back as she climaxed. Her pussy did wonderful things to his cock as he drove over and over into her.
  
  "Jealousy. One of the emotions of Hell, not Heaven. Why do you let it poison your soul? Learn to share with him." Adriel scooted a little closer; her musk filling Bill's nostrils. "Find joy in his happiness, as he finds joy in yours."
  
  "I want to," she gasped. "Oh, Bill! I do love you!"
  
  Adriel moved closer, her pussy practically resting on Cynthia's forehead. "Then share me with him. Gain my essence's protection and learn to set aside your petty jealousy."
  
  "Oh, Bill. Daevia made me do such vile things. Such pleasurable, vile things. And..."
  
  "You crave to taste pussy again," Bill whispered.
  
  "Do you hate me?"
  
  "Never," he answered, staring down into her eyes. "Let's share her and fully love each other."
  
  "Yes!" she groaned.
  
  Adriel pressed her pussy into Cynthia's mouth. Bill leaned down, pressing his tongue past her clitoris and joining Cynthia in tasting the Fallen Angel's tart essence. Adriel's fingers ran through his hair, her moan was soft and sweet.
  
  "That's it!" she purred. "Coat yourself in my essence, Bill!"
  
  Bill's balls tensed and he buried himself in Cynthia and gave her his love, groaning into the Fallen Angel's pussy. He could see her gray wings spread, the right twisted and broken, as she threw back her head and came, squirting her tart juices upon both their faces. Then the Fallen Angel fell onto the red rocks of Hell, shuddering as her orgasm rippled through her.
  
  "I love you, Bill," cried Cynthia, and he bent down and kissed her lips, sharing the Fallen Angel's flavor, joy soaring inside him.
  
  All four were his if he could escape Hell.