Lucinda flexed her hands, her claws snapping out with an audible click. In this form, they were disappointingly short, but still razor sharp. She missed her tail, scaly and prehensile; another limitation of humans! But still, she loved these fights in human form - humans held her full capacity for viciousness. She grinned, her teeth sharp.
Angelica waited. Strong and righteous. The human form could channel her, too, with great determination. They would fight to the end for what they thought was right. She’d fought Lucinda, or other demon bitches like her, countless times across eternity. She lost in savage fashion many times, but won more often than she lost. That was why the humans still existed.
They crashed together. Lucinda’s claws raked Angelica’s breasts, ripping her snow white bra to shreds. Angelica’s hands closed on the demoness’ throat, choking her, twisting her head back. Lucinda raised both fists, balled together, and smashed them down into the angel’s face, then tore at her eyes. Angelica screamed. She let go of Lucinda’s throat and ripped punches into her ribs and belly. Lucinda blocked one, and swept her arm over Angelica’s, then twisted it back under. Arm trapped, she wrenched it to the point of snapping at the elbow, and slammed her free fist into Angelica’s breasts again and again.
Melissa turned restlessly in her sleep. The man next to her in the bed slept on.
Lucinda beat Angelica to her knees. She fantasized about making the good girl beg for her mercy, like she had an inkling of what mercy was. She tore the remnant of the bitch’s white bra off, now stained red with her blood, and wrapped it around her throat. She slid behind Angelica and drove her knee into the angel’s spine, hard, then positioned it there and pushed while pulling back on her white lace garrotte.
Angelica’s body bent in an agonizing arc, her hips tilted down until her pubic bone grazed the floor, her shoulders and head dragged far back. Her breasts were thrust up and out, dark nipples jutting, slashed by demon claws. Lucinda had her stiletto heel in her lower back now, just above her ass, twisting it into her backbone.
Melissa’s hand slid across the sheet and under his pillow, touching the metal. It was warm, from his head and body so close.
Angelica was desperate. This one was strong, and cruel even for a being that is steeped in evil. Lucinda shook her by the strangling fabric around her throat, whipping her long hair and making her breasts slap together and then sway across her chest. The demoness couldn’t resist those. She dropped her stranglehold and shot her hands around Angelica’s slim body, claws sinking deep, crushing the angel’s breasts up and together.
Angelica buried her hands in the dark version’s hair, and threw her forward over her shoulder, pinwheeling to land hard on her back. The angel dropped from her knees to her side, her upper body upright on a stiff arm, and lashed her foot into Lucinda’s head. A gash tore at Lucinda’s hairline, blood streaming down the outside corner of her eye.
Melissa’s hand moved away from the gun. Her breathing steadied.
The two combatants got to their feet. Lucinda shook her hair free, letting it down over her shoulders. Her black lingerie was askew, one of her breasts bare in its neckline. She pulled its thin straps over her shoulder and down her arms. She ran her tongue over her teeth and grinned. Her nipples were hard as diamonds.
“Fight my tits, Angel,” she purred.
The demonesses were legendary at this, but angels are prideful too. Angelica didn’t flinch.
Lucinda rammed her tits into her. Angelica screamed and staggered back. “Ohhh God!” she moaned. Lucinda hit her again and she would have fallen but the dark girl caught her hair. “He won’t hear you,” she said to Angelica, and wrapped her in a front bearhug.
Melissa lay on her stomach, her body tensed, her breasts flattened against the mattress by her body weight. In her deep dream, her nipples burned.
