TTRPG magic and multiverses

Half a head, she healed, even whole imprisoned even with most of her power stripped, her legions scattered it mattered little, she was the unambiguous queen of hell for a reason.

If only hell wouldn't have two queens right now, one born out of blood and might, another out of hellish nature. One with immortal supporters eternally bound to her, the other with immortals she was chained two.

It was hopeless, she realized, even with her mental capacities greatly diminished, she would return, but could she escape. The circles binding her, would remain, and she couldn't even approach the very concept of them.

Slowly but surely the hands of one of many Noels began wandering along the very curves of her very mirror image. Mephista couldn't tear her single eye away, it was sacrilege, her unholy body explore for the very first time.

She loved it somehow, was it a spell, an enchantment, but it bothered her, the foreplay, the powerlessness, yet she loved it, was she but a lowly succubus.

Her opposite moaned, as hands reached her innermost folds and the first voyage of exploration to her unholy temples centre was launched, yet she wasn't even involved.

No senses were shared, yet she felt the smugness radiating of her image, about how much better she was than her in every aspect. From making allies, to staying in power to pleasuring her king, Mephista had no King and had no need for one until now.

The mirror image was arrayed, and changed and imbued from its birth till end with overflowing hatred for its own original, just with a charm and more control than good, it seemed to manifest a bit irregular.

Once wet, she spread her legs inviting the first off her Makers to love her, nonstop eying her original to show her what she was missing out on. With laughter and glee were moans filled, as she was being eaten out. She loved to spite the original, she was made to offend her, very own image in all ways and hopefully even replace her, it would just be a matter of time till her maker realized how a submissive and controlled Queen was perfection in simplicity compared to an eternal rebel.

Still being eaten out another approached her, would she be praised and celebrated for taking care of more than one, than she had to take care of as many as she could. Showing her openness by presenting her bosom, lifting them up, an increasing their size to make them more enticing. Only for it to land on cold shoulders, instead he had her lay down on her back complacently.

Oh how little they talked, but the one eating her didn't stop, the other now inspected her naval, a bit funny why would a have one, did they need one sand if when he couldn't tell. Placing just a single hand just below it, right above the others hand, magic surged.

She came, without control, a crest placed upon her, the effect most likely just the amplification of pleasure. And again, she lost most control over her body, just gushing stream after stream into the face of whoever was eating her out.

Pleased with the results, her lifter her limp body by the head, she smiled at him in ecstasy she loved every moment of this, and would love so much more.

He smiled back at her in understanding, pulled out his cock of his pants, and pulled her by her hair, she would serve and do so good.

In and out, he was messing up her face, it was pleasure galore, being eaten out and trained, amplified by the crest, she couldn't stop smiling, forgetting all about her opposite, it wasn't worth it to even think about her. 

Now a head already, a single one of her enemies took place next to her, in her barren future prison, just circles of power, she would never escape. Ah the average groundwork of hell, lovely to have that as scenery till the end of time.

She was frightened of what would come next, but still just as much curious and just maybe something more. Her lips finally parted she was ready, more than ready she wanted it now, she needed release, she got a cock instead.

In and out he thrusted, and pushed her into it, she couldn't breath but didn't need to, couldn't speak only suck.

It was time to be evil, [Share Senses], both Mephistas now felt at the edges of their consciousness the other, further amplifying the sensations.

They were at the edges of blacking out, only smiling while their sanity was slipping, they loved every moment of it.

One Noel blew its load, right into her, the others followed suit, one got leg locked in turn, and no mouth wanted to part from the privates it was sucking off.

The cum practically dripped out of their overflowing mouths, but they wanted and needed more. Full of seed they needed more, one could finally somehow feel the relief through the other, while the clone was perpetually edged by the head.

The clone switched position, saddling atop on Noel, and having him piston into her, sucking of the other, and spreading her ass for the world to see, inviting any body of her master to take her from behind.

The head wanted her body back now more than ever, she was falling, falling hard, degraded into nothing less than a mere succubus, or maybe in a twisted form of love.

Taken from behind, instantly penetrating with a hard dick trying hard to reach her deepest parts, her every hole was filled, not yet with seed but that was just a matter of time. The one below her started exploring her bosom, biting her nipple, and nothing but intensified stifled moans escaped her filled mouth.

Now almost a torso, using her last energies to heal, her arms wrapped around the Noels hips, pulling herself into him as much as she could, the pulling and uplifting of her hair only augmented the power of her already mind breaking orgasms.

Much of a mind wasn't present only desire, as her nipples were just nipped and pulled, teasingly twisted, with the rest of the boob, her desire boosted, she looked up at the Noel, long having guzzled the sperm down as if it was ambrosia, she presented her partly regrown, hip, no legs, just the hip and two entrance ways, one for the front one from behind, the choice was his.

To call it wet would have been an understatement it was gushing rivers, and wouldn't stop, the pent up release was too much. Noel reciprocated the gesture, lifting her up, and having her above him, she was taller than him, he couldn't mind and dropped her soaping pussy right onto his erect and raging cock.

She came hard, spasm after spasm was all she could do, her fingers tearing into his flesh, he began moving in glee. The spasms stopped only because she bricked, not moving at all, neither her nor her duplicate did, the Noels didn't mind.

They kept ramping the pleasure up, it shouldn't break a several thousand millennia old demoness, right? Maybe, maybe not?

The thrusts didn't stop, and the demonesses didn't stop applying pressure, still the water didn't stop or maybe it was acid the Noels couldn't really tell, on the high they were riding.

Even with their inhuman physic, without extra healing spells they would run out of ammunition to shot into the two succubae. None of the others bothered to apply any spells onto them, they could keep going but the body of the queen of hell was certainly divine in its own ways.

One more prisoner to deal with, Dormama still looking like a little twig, trying to hide in vain, forced to watch wat was being done to her betters, a crest planted just one on her head and mind the other right above her lower entrance. The effect she felt and both mentally and physically. Having practically nothing about her current figure resembling her former appearance, Noel just had to remodel her.

He could make her very biology co-dependent on him, mess her up even greater than he already would and make her a slave incapable of ever thinking no, or give her some more flesh on her bones and make her unimpressive bosom blossom into udders worth of livestock.

Finally a Milf in the making the Archwizard knew what to do, she rapped them around Noels lance. Stroking up and down with them, kissing the tip ever so often, the rest of the time she did nothing but look up at the face of the one she was pleasing with all of her lacking skill, still she was trying her best and could be dead or still far worse than this tiny little hellhole, what was a bit of slaver in hell if not a mere distraction against eternal ever increasing torture.

Maybe this might be fun, her head wasn't cut open and its inner workings weren't tested yet, how long since the last time she stepped outside of hell, had the world changed so much that her kind wasn't killed on the spot, well so was she, but also revived and given a second chance.

She wasn't sure what to make of this, and the pretty face she was watching gave her no indication of anything it was more of a statue of flesh than anything else. Surely she could enjoy herself in debauchery, giving it her best the kisses just weren't taking it all into her mouth sucking on it with all she had in her, the face now no longer in her view.

Just a foot that massaged her down there, it came as a shock, but a welcome one.

Release sought by all involved, Dormama now white all over as Noel finally came greedily devoured all she could, how long since there was any difference in her infernal diet, something new did her certainly good.

Falling practically over her putting her on her back both giggled together, like a little puppy on its back waddling for attention she offered herself up on silver platter. A tap her one there and her very nerves were set on the fire of lust.

The crest of lust alight, and already were all limbs she had wrung around him, hoping for an insertion and the coming injection. She kissed and licked every piece of his skin she could, now practically deifying him. Her owner and idol would surely respond and he did, one small step at a time, first the assertion of just how wet she was, pain on all sides was to be avoided, sufficiently wet, he took both nips into his mouth sucking and play biting, while pounding her in a rhythm.

Both hands over his head, pressing him into her breast she wanted and needed more, not intelligent enough to speak just a beast of her base desires, moaning and groaning was all that left her besides, the occasional squirt of dubious liquid.

Puddles mixed of all sort of fluids pooled under all the couples making more and more of them. None wanted to ever stop it felt to good for all parties involved and none had any real limitations set, so they could keep going for as long as they wanted.

Magic chains wrapped them bound them, to him, the geases placed and secured, sigils, crests, and runes all to keep power and make more of it, maybe harvesting of this act well he wasn't a sex demon yet, and not planning to be one either, to many negative tread offs, just plain bad from a conceptual point of view.

Dressing them as he pleased he had to, his many bodies came buckets into them and wouldn't stop, didn't want to.

Made him let go and loose a bit of self-control, it infuriated him how it just feed back into itself. That should have been corrected yesterday or the day before.

His many minds and scattered thoughts invading his very behaviour and he wouldn't have that any longer.

He needed control of all around him and himself, but why couldn't he have any. Being your own worst enemy is both a pleasure and a scorn.

But the answer was so easy he just had to rip himself apart.