She’s late. Of course she’s late. Why wouldn’t she be? It’s the end of the fucking world, why would a trivial matter like that cause her to suddenly grow a sense professionalism?

I light up a cigarette and take a drag as I settle in to watch the show. Manehatten is burning. I can see it even all the way out here, miles away, over the pine crowned hills and shadowy plains. It glows like a dying ember smothered by the night sky. Three million ponies trickle out from the smoldering ruins, a flowing mass of citizens dimly illuminated by the occasional lantern and torch. Their dimly-visible coats form a multicolored river that crawls across the darkened plains, a trudging parade of gloom marching to an orchestra of death. It would be beautiful if it wasn’t so fucking tragic.

The wind runs its freezing fingers down my neck. I shiver and pull my faded dark green jacket tighter around me. For once I wish for the heavy weight of my Order robes, even if wearing them out here on my own is a bad idea. You can never be too sure of what’s around.

I hear leaves crunching beside me. I turn and see Vinyl standing a little way to my side. Her face is blank and she goes still as stone the moment I look at her. She levitates a large steel flask, likely filled with tequila, and knocks back a sip. I glare at her dead on, biting the end of my cigarette.

“Vinyl.”

“Tavi.”

That’s as much greeting as we give each other. She slowly walks deeper into the woods and I limp after her. The space between us is narrow, but it feels as if we’re walking on opposite sides of a canyon in two different countries. We don’t speak. We barely even look at each other. I keep tokin’ away on my cigarette. Vinyl keeps taking sips from her flask and gains a tiny bit more of a smile with each swig. Finally, she looks over at me and says, “So how’s life as a sister fucker going?”

“Fuck you!”

She turns away snickering like a mischievous school filly. I glare at her and take a long drag. “Two years. Two years since we’ve last seen each other and you open up with that. You’re such a cunt.”

Vinyl chuckles and edges closer to me. “Did you miss me that badly?”

I slump down and resign myself to her immaturity. “No, in fact I’ve had a number of stallions in that time who were far more satisfactory than you.”

“Mm-hm, how much did they charge you?”

“Two hundred an hour, and I didn’t have to deal with your foul alcoholic breath or your endless shameless perversions.”

“You’re the one who first wanted us to start fucking, sister.”

“Yeah, after years and years of you ‘joking’ about it, and even then only after I was heavily intoxicated.”

“You warmed up to it pretty fast though. It was almost every other day after that.”

“I’m sure it must have seemed like that to you in your drug-addled, alcohol-damaged mind. How did that attempt at sobriety go by the way?”

“You ask, while puffing away on a cancer stick.”

“Unlike you, I have no intentions of quitting. I’ll be blowing smoke in your face through the stoma.”

“Well at least I have a new hole to look forward to using.”

“Assuming I’ll let you use it?”

“Assuming you can resist me.”

“Resist stabbing you in the cunt, maybe.”

“Kinky.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

I suck in the last breath of my cigarette and flick away the butt. I need to stop for a moment as I fish around for a fresh cig. The dull ache in my chest makes it more of a chore than usual. I finally find one. Vinyl sticks her hoof in her mouth and bites down until she bleeds. I hold the cigarette out and she squeezes the wound over it, dripping blood along the fag until it saturates the paper. I hold it to my mouth, light it, and take a long drag.

There’s a faint coppery flavor added to the normal coffee esque taste. I exhale the smoke and lean my head back as the relaxing waves wash over me, then I look at Vinyl. She now appears to me as a scruffy pale grey succubus. Her mane is a grim shade of dark blue and black and is parted at the sides by two upward-curving horns that jut from the corners of her forehead. Her irises glow a shade of blood red in front of pitch black scleras which almost seems to shift and twist like moving shadow. She has a pair of large black bat wings tucked against her back, they extend from her shoulders all the way to her rump, which now has a lascivious cutie mark of an extremely vaginal looking pair of lips with a drooling tongue running between them. She unfurls one of those wings, wraps it around my side, tugs me in close, and then kisses me on the cheek.

The thin layer of aphrodisiac saliva sends a shiver through my neck and a wave of heat through my chest. We stop walking. I close my eyes and breath in a deep lustful sigh. I feel her heated breath on my cheek once more. I grab her by the mane and lock lips. Her lips are contorted into a huge grin that I need to dig past to get my tongue inside, and her jagged teeth scrape me as I enter in. I force her up on her hind legs and shove her back against one of the sullen oaks. She trembles and wraps herself around me as I grab and squeeze her body all over, thrusting myself against her so hard it feels like my heart is beating into her chest. Our lips separate with a pop, we pant short needy breaths and stare at each other with hungry eyes.

“I missed you Tavi.”

“I missed you too Vinyl.”

We smirk and lock lips again, moaning into each others’ mouths. Her long, coiling tongue wraps around my own while her potent, thin saliva drives me into lustful frenzy. She runs her hooves down my back, kneading the base of my tail, rubbing over my butt. I moan, then grab her bleeding hoof. It’s healing quickly, a thin pillar of steam rising from the rapidly sealing flesh, but I manage to stick my tongue in at the last minute. The sharp metallic taste of her blood sends a chill through my spine, and her healing flesh burns my tongue. Vinyl shudders through a wide grin as she watches this and grinds her hips into mine.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” she says.

I flick my tongue out of her wound and draw a red streak across her neck, making her shudder and tremble. I lap my way up right to the side of her face, then whisper in her ear. “Give me the mark.”

Vinyl chuckles. “Worried someone might hear us?”

“Any precaution we can take is a smart idea.”

“Can’t argue with that.” She bites into her hoof once again, then pushes the tip of her other hoof into the reopened wound. She brings it to my head and draws a shape with it; a circle with a cross through the middle and a small sickle sticking out the bottom. She draws the same shape on herself, then presses her forehead to mine and mumbles breathlessly, "Ave Satanas."

Immediately I feel a sharp burn on my forehead, like some put a cigarette out on it. There's a skittering in my skull like a sheet being dragged across my brain, and then a warm comforting feeling all throughout my body, like what you get when drinking hot coffee in the winter.

Vinyl presses her lips to mine once more and without breaking the kiss I hear her voice in my head clear as a bell. “I’m glad we finally got back together, she says in her head, even if it did take the end of the world to make it happen.”

“Yes, I owe you a grave apology for that,'' I say in my head. “It was cruel and utterly selfish of me to leave you right after—”

“Shut the fuck up; I’m the one who fucked you over. I don’t blame you for leaving, even if I really would’ve loved to have you around at that time.”

Our kiss is broken. We lean against each other for a moment, feeling each other’s panting breath.

“I visited his grave,” I say in my head.

“I noticed. Morning Glories, sapphire blue like he always use to get me.”

She smirks, revealing two rows of shark-like teeth. I feel a tiny bit of relief at that smirk, and then I press my lips to hers again.

“Anyway, I’m sure you can guess why I called you out here.”

“To get licked?” she says with a smirk.

I give her a deadpan stare, then in one movement I grab her by the buttocks, pull her forward, and kick her legs out. She goes spinning to the ground, lands on her back with an aggravated grunt. I turn myself around, flick my tail in her face, position myself so she’s staring straight up at my muff, and lower my head so my lips are mere inches away from her already dripping slit.

“What have you heard about this invasion so far? Start talking and I’ll start licking.”

I can almost feel her excitement as she shudders against my entrance.

“I’ve heard that the Order got fucked, damn near every city got fucked, Manehatten got really fucked, Canterlot got fucked out of existence, and that Asmodeus is supposedly the one doing the fucking.”

I give her several quick rough licks down her labia that make her moan in delight.

“The Order has been trying to keep a lid on that last part,” I say in my head.

“The Order really has its head up its ass if they think they can keep that a secret,” Vinyl says in her head. "I knew it was a Crown Prince from the moment I saw the fucker fly over Manehatten, only took me a few minutes to narrow down which one."

I pause momentarily and glance back over my shoulder. "You were in Manehatten when all that shit went down?"

"I was knee deep in the smelliest part of it."

I feel her heated tongue on my entrance and groan as the slippery organ pushes in. Her jagged hooves grip my rump and pull me down against her snout.

“I was downtown in some old thrift shop when he flew over. One second I’m flipping through dusty Mootown records, the next I’m standing in Sun Square, my face so saturated with blood it’s literally squeezing off me like a sponge, crawling over mounds of twitching dying bodies, and the streets are running red with blood. Literally, like a river. I’ve heard of that happening back in the day when demonic invasions were more common, but I always thought that those were just stories. Never thought it was possible, to kill so many ponies that their blood just runs down the road so thick you can wade through it hoof deep. Fun times.”

She presses her muzzle up into my snatch, lapping and snorting like a thirsty animal. I spread her open and lick her winking clit.

“The Order thinks Asmodeus might have done something to cause the demons to become more aggressive and violent. Did you experience anything like that?”

“Yeah, but it was more than that. It’s like he made my bloodlust go crazy. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in years. I guess the one silver lining in the attack was that there were plenty of shit bags for me chow down on. Didn’t even get across the street before I stumbled across a group of avarice demons munching on some poor homeless ponies. It’s not usually my thing, but avarice flesh is actually pretty tasty when you’re famished.”

“So you managed to make it out unscathed?”

“Well, almost”. She says squeezing my butt. “Incubus demon caught me off guard. Clamped it hooves around my head and literally squeezed my skull until one of my eyeballs popped out. Had to bite open its jugular and push my eye back into its socket. It’s still jiggling around a bit. Sort of sick actually.”

I roll my eyes. I know she’s only bragging to try to annoy me, and in other circumstances I might have chastised her, but now...

“When I was in Canterlot, I got rammed in the chest by a Motholite demon.”

Her vigorous licking stops. I look over my shoulder and see her staring at me with wide gaping eyes. "Fuck off."

"With its horn."

"Bullshit, you’d be dead!"

"I almost was.” I unzip my jacket and pull back the flap to show her the dark bowling ball sized bruise on my chest. “Honestly, if it weren’t for a combination of blind fucking luck and a bottle of Samson Wine we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation right now. Oh, and I still killed it afterwards.”

Vinyl stares me dead-on, scanning, analyzing, just searching for any hint that I might be bullshitting her. Her jaw sinks lower and lower as it slowly dawns on her that I’m telling the truth.

I grin uncontrollably and use my hind leg to push her face back down in front of my crotch. “So what else did you see in Manehatten?” I ask in my head.

“Oh, fuck you! You’re telling me this story right now!”

“Later, after you answer my questions, and after you get a face full of my cum you degenerate horn-head demon slut.”

Vinyl’s face twists as her need for answers fights with her urge for release, and of course the latter quickly wins out. She jumps straight back into licking me hard, and I courteously do the same.

“What else did you see in Manehatten?” I ask again. “Specifically, was there anything unusual there? Weird activity, strange demons and so on.”

“Funny you should ask,” she says in her head. “I actually ran into some freaks that I’ve never seen before. Big hunched back goat hoofed fuckers with these bony wrinkled claws on their forehooves like griffons and thick black veils over their heads. Not like any demon I’ve seen before.”

“Doesn’t sound like anything I’ve heard of either. May have to send that one to our demonology experts and see what comes up.” I slide a hoof along her rump and make circles around her asshole. Her legs twitch at the touch and she shudders against my crotch.

“Push it in, please,” she says in a needy voice.

“Tell me what these hunchback demons were doing,” I respond.

She groans, but a little more prodding makes her swiftly obey. “Mostly dragging hostages down into the sewers, a lot of them. They only showed up after the Order had been driven off, so I never saw them fight, but they looked pretty nasty. They mostly stuck to themselves, although there was a demonic foal that seemed to be with them and was going around asking others to come join them.”

“A foal? Wait, it wasn’t—”

“No, it wasn’t her,” she says. “Trust me, I would’ve opened up with that if it had been. No, this kid was a colt, real young one, and yet weirdly confident in what he was doing. He was going around coaxing other demons to come follow the hunchbacks, and he was surprisingly successful at it.”

“What was he offering them?”

“I don’t know. He was pretty selective about who he talked to. Whatever it was, it instantly got the attention of every demon he talked to, and more than one expressed disbelief.”

I take an exasperated breath and then press my hoof deep into her cunt until the largest width of it glides inside with moist squelch. Vinyl wraps her back legs around my head tightly and squeezes my ass as she moans into my cooch. “Is there anything else you can tell me about these hunchbacks, or this colt?”

“Well, they were carrying weapons.”

“Weapons? That’s unusual for demons. What kind?”

“I saw a lot of bows, and big thick quivers, like covering most of their backs they were so big, they must have been carrying like a thousand arrows each. I also saw a few carrying swords, big ass swords, like as big as I am.” Vinyl rubs my butt and gives it a firm slap. “And I guess you too now that you’ve put on a few pounds.”

I stop everything I’m doing. I dislodge my hoof from her cunt, pull my head out from between her legs, lift my snatch out of her face, and sit down on her chest. Vinyl looks up at me, bleary eyed and chin dripping in fluids. “Oh bullshit, you did not just get offended! You are too much of a hard ass to get pissed at something like that!”

I don’t say a word. I pull a cigarette out of the pocket of my discarded coat and light up, giving her a little sadistic grin.

“Oh you cunt.”

“You said these hunchback demons only appeared after the Order had routed. Did you see how they came in, how they got into the city?”

Vinyl beats her head against the ground and blows out a sigh. “I didn’t see them when they first came in, though I did see some coming in from the harbor so I guess they must have swam across. Hell, they might have snuck into the sewers from there and popped out after the city was massacred, they seemed hell bent on dragging the survivors down there.”

“Considering the chaos that broke out during the riots, it would’ve been easy for them to slip in unnoticed. That, in conjunction with their weapons and the standoffish demeanor, sounds to me like Asmodeus may be placing some special forces inside the city to bolster the demons he riled up during his initial pass.”

“Yeah, neat, that’s cool how he did that. Can we get back into it!” She lifts her hips off the ground and wriggles like a floundering fish. The desperation in her voice is so delicious.

“One last question. Did it look like these demons were preparing for a confrontation? Were they doing anything to prepare for the Order, or the Elements?”

Vinyl mumbles out an indecipherable curse before grumbling an answer. “If they were, I didn’t see anything. Most of the demons were just fucking shit up, tearing the city and anyone unfortunate enough to still be in it to shreds, and the hunchbacks just mostly kept to themselves. Now come on! Please, I’m begging you Tavi! I want to cum!”

She squirms beneath me, her chest pressing up against my cunt. I release a pleasured sigh, then reach into my coat once again and unsheathe a hidden silver dagger. “Hm, you sure you’re ready for it?”

Vinyl stares at the gleaming silver blade and gets an uncontrollable, giddy smirk. “Yes! Yes, please!”

“You really want this?”

“Celestia yes!”

“Then beg for it.”

“Yes! Fuck, please Tavi! Hurt me as bad as you fucking can! Spill my blood, burn my flesh, make me squeal and cry like the little bitch faggot I am!”

I twirl the silver dagger in my hoof nonchalantly and take one last drag on my cigarette. I then spread her labia open, and place the flat of the blade on her clitoris, causing her sensitive flesh to burn and sizzle.

"Oh Fuck!" she blurts aloud.

Her whole body jolts and writhes violently to the point where it feels like I'm riding a bull. I hold the blade against her clit for several seconds and then slowly drag it up cutting the sides of her folds.

"Fuck! Yes! Keep Going! Please keep going!”

“Keep it in your head, and give me some attention too!”

I wiggle my hips above her. She snorts, grabs my ass, and starts ravenously eating me out. I moan in pleasure and press the blade into her slit once more. She squeals and jerks her hips uncontrollably. I spread her labia open with the blade and lick at her searing flesh, lapping up streams of blood which sends volts of pleasure through my body. Her thrashing, writhing body beneath my hips makes me quiver in delight, but it’s her screaming, that rapturous roar of pain and pleasure that really drives me into paradise.

“Fuck, Tavi, I’m so close!”

“Me too Vinyl. Fuck, scream for me you demonic cunt!”

“Then fuck me! Fuck me like I’m one of your cheating ex-boy friends!”

Well, she fucking asked for it. I tilt the blade so it’s lined up with her opening and jam it in to the hilt. Vinyl makes a floundering high pitch squeal, but still manages to lick me thoroughly throughout and I push myself back into her face to get her tongue in deeper. I pull the blade out until only the point is still in, then ram it back. I repeat the motion once more, and then she cums. She squirts a geyser across the ground, a mixture of cunt juice and blood. Her hips spasm, her legs kick, she squeals uncontrollably in pure ecstasy. I continue driving the knife into her, getting my hooves drenched and splattering a bit on my face. It burns so good. She stops licking me in her contortions, but I grind myself against her screaming snout and ride my way over the edge. I finally find my own release, driving the knife deep into her one last time and holding on tight as my body is wracked in waves of ecstasy. Vinyl lets a few more spurts and then goes limp. I feel her lapping up my fluids as I too ride out the pounding pulse of bliss.

It all dies down after a moment. I dislodge the blade, eliciting a sultry moan from my sister. The damage is extensive and ugly, oozing blood from large punctured gashes, but the wounds are already beginning to heal and seal up, which only seems to give her post-coital pleasure. I roll off her chest to the ground and take a long, content breath. We look at each other. Her dagger-toothed smile is made so alluring by the liquid dripping down her pale grey face.

“Fuck me, it’s been too long since we’ve done that.”

“Agreed,” I say lighting up a cigarette. “Your shameless perversion does have its charm.”

Vinyl scoffs. “You went along with it all. You sure you want to be hurling the word perversion around like some beaten whore?”

“Is that an admission that I top you?”

“Fuck no it ain’t. I’m queen lecher of fuck mountain, no one is taking my throne.” She worms over and sniffs my crotch as if she needed to prove the point.

I snicker, snorting out cigarette smoke as I do. “If you’re the queen, then what does that make Asmodeus?”

“It makes him a shit-sucking fucktard who should be hung, drawn, and quartered at the first given opportunity. I’m a little jealous that you might actually be there when Princess Twilight skewers his ass.”

I hold back a grunt and sigh out smoke. “Optimistic. She has a long fucking way to go before she’s anywhere near that point. Right now, the smart money’s on Asmodeus enjoying some Twilight Spar-kebab.”

Vinyl looks me sideways, then smirks and shakes her head. “Don’t have much faith in our newest-appointed Princess?”

“She is green Vinyl, really fucking green.”

“So were you once, and you fucking swam after getting thrown into the deep end.”

“The world wasn’t at stake with me, and I at least had mental preparation before facing my first demon. Sparkle is completely unprepared for what she’s getting into.”

“Really? I heard she gave a pretty damn good speech at the disaster zone, saying she was going to fire the Elements of Harmony straight up Asmodeus’s ass, or something similar to that.”

“She’s putting on a tough front for the nation, but she is crumbling inside. When she met with her councilors, she was grasping for any possible excuse to keep her and the Elements out of this fight.”

“She’s facing a Crown Prince Tavi, that would give anyone pause for thought. Besides, it sounds like she came around to fighting eventually.”

“Yeah, after I literally risked my career to point out that placing the safety of her friends over the survival of Equestria was short-sighted and cowardly.”

Vinyl doesn’t respond immediately. I look at her. She’s staring at me with one of the biggest shit eating grins I’ve ever seen. “You called her retarded didn’t you.”

I beat my head back into the ground. “No, I did not!”

“You did. You fucking did! You said it to her face!”

“I made no such comments to her in front of the council.”

“In front of the council?”

My face scrunches up and I look away from her. “I may have said it earlier in front of Princess Celestia.”

Vinyl bursts out laughing, a distorted echoing demonic laugh that sounds like multiple entities are cackling at once. I take a drag and fold my arms against my chest. “It’s not fucking funny Vinyl. The fact I had to go that far should tell you how little she’s prepared for this.”

“Oh lighten up,” Vinyl says. “It’s the Elements of Harmony remember. All you have to do is protect them long enough to find the bastard and then they’ll just instantly annihilate him.”

“You would think, but can we really be sure in this situation?”

Vinyl gives me a grave look. “Why would there be any doubt?”

“We woke up this morning thinking Canterlot was impregnable, now it’s a crater.”

“Canterlot was a city. The Elements are literal holy objects so powerful that most demons don't want to go anywhere near them. Think about that Tavi, my kind will usually tear ponies apart if they even think they're demon hunters, but the elements, no one fucks with the elements. They're that damn scary.”

“First, there have been plenty of demons who've tried to murder the elements, the Order just always kills them before they make it into Ponyville. Second, Asmodeus is no normal demon. If even a small fraction of the ancient legends are to be believed, he is more powerful than every other demon currently in Equestria combined. With that kind of power, I have to wonder if even the Elements will truly be enough to beat him.”

Vinyl blows out a long, depressing sigh. “Well, if Asmodeus does end up winning, I can help you blend in to the new demonic society by taking you as a slave.”

I give Vinyl a burning, vexed stare. She gives me a perverted smirk. “You’d be my property so no other demons would fuck with you, it would be a good cover, plus we could have some really kinky slave sex.”

She reaches her hoof out to my neck, but before she can touch me I bite the hoof, kick my legs up, and sit on her chest. “Stay on topic. I want to hire you spy on Asmodeus’s forces, and see what their planning.”

“Hire me? What, is our old deal not good anymore?”

“No, it’s not.”

I glare at Vinyl dead on as if she were a dog in need of whipping. Her face loses every bit of humor and she shrinks into the ground.

“Okay, I get it. Still a touchy area. I’m sorry about all that again.”

I sheath my contempt and shake my head.

“I’d love to forget it ever happened Vinyl, but I’m not sure I can trust you with information like that again.”

“I understand, Tavi.”

She looks away sorrowfully, guiltily. I take a deep breath then lean down and kiss her. She smiles, almost tenderly, and returns the kiss. “Maybe in time, I’ll feel comfortable again, but we’re nowhere near that point right now.”

“I won’t let you down again, I promise.”

She runs her hooves through my mane and we fall into a moaning make out session. At some point during the debauchery I take a small paper cylinder out from the pocket of my jacket and place it into her hooves.

“These are royal marks,” I say in my head. “There’s about fifty thousand bits worth right here.”

Vinyl stops everything. Her lips pop off mine and she stares at me with eyes like wide red diamonds. She tears open the paper, plucks out one of the coins, and stares in astonishment at the platinum alicorn insignia.

“Where did you get—”

“Princess Twilight tasked me with ensuring the safety of the Elements no matter what the cost,” I say in my head. “She made it clear that I essentially have a blank check to that end. Everything is at my disposal, any weapon, any soldier, any information, and of course, taxpayer money.”

Vinyl stares at me dumbstruck in silence. She peels off the rest of the paper and lets each of the marks clink down into her hoof, a small fortune that few outside of nobility and the ultra-rich have ever laid eyes on. “And the Princess will be okay with you paying me this much?”

“Good intel is never something to be cheap with, especially when the stakes are this high. You’ve infiltrated countless cults and covens for me in the past. You can interact and spy on demons in ways the Order can’t, and to top it off you have a talent for getting others to trust you. In short, you’re easily the best pony for the job. And in case I didn’t already make this clear, I am extremely concerned about how this will all go down. A demon as strong as Asmodeus is sure to have powers and abilities we can’t even begin to comprehend, and knowing what some of those abilities are beforehand would be invaluable to us, potentially world saving.”

I look Vinyl straight in the eye, glowing softly like dying embers. “That’s what I’m asking you to do, help me save Equestria, and for it, I’ll ensure you’re paid appropriately. Thus, the rather large upfront fee.”

“Upfront fee?” Vinyl repeats.

“Oh yes, you get us some good intel that aids us in the field, and I’ll ensure you are paid enough to satisfy a lifetime. All the booze, whores, and music you want included.”

Vinyl clinks the coins around in her hoof. Her gobsmacked face slowly gives way to a rapturous delighted grin. “You know, you could’ve just asked nicely and I still would’ve done it for you.”

“I know, but since I had the opportunity to pay you back, I thought ‘why not’. I literally owe my whole career to the info you’ve given me over the years.”

“Oh fuck off, you would’ve been a badass agent regardless of whether you had me or not. You’re the best demon hunter in the Order. The fact that you’re sisters with the best demon hunter on the planet just got you there faster.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. She sits up from the ground and wraps her hooves around my back. I tense up for a moment as she buries her face in my chest and squeezes me tight.

“But god dammit if I ain’t touched that you thought of me like this,” she says in her head. “I love ya so much, sis.”

I hold still in Vinyl’s embrace and then lift up her chin and kiss her forehead. “I love you too Vinyl. Sorry it took me so long to see you again.”

“Don’t sweat it sis. Now then,” She pulls me down and flips me over onto my back. “If we don’t have anything else to talk about, then I am going to eat you out like an ice cream sundae.”

Her face presses against my skin as she slides down my body, leaving a rising feeling in my stomach. She levels her snout with my snatch and takes a deep sniff before drawing a long lick across my entrance. I shudder and breath in deep as the wonderful shocks of pleasure arise once more.

I lean my head back and for a few magical moments I allow all the stress and anxieties of the day to fade into the background of my mind. I think not of grand battle strategies or exhaustively detailed plans, only the firm movements of Vinyl’s tongue inside me. I worry not over the aptitude of the Princess or the fate of the nation, only the comfort of my partner and satisfying her desire. I fear not Asmodeus or the dangers that await me tomorrow, I bury them all in the warmth of her chest, the sleekness of her wings, the points of her teeth, the softness of her ass.

Tomorrow I serve my country, but tonight, for all too brief of a moment, I serve only myself and this wonderful twisted mess I call a sister. It’s been far too long since I’ve done so.