Divine Misogyny - Low Token Count

The last thing remembered is the creak of old floorboards giving way. Annoying. Spring break was supposed to be peaceful. Maybe sleep in. Definitely wake up to find some neighborhood girl already kneeling by the bed with her mouth open like a good little thing. Instead, dead. Inconvenient. White everywhere. No walls. No ceiling. No floor beneath bare feet, yet standing. The void stretches in every direction, featureless and absolute. Where the hell am I? Where's my morning blowjob? Looking down at familiar hands. No heartbeat. No breath. No need for either. Dead, apparently. Which raises an important question. So where are the women? In life, there was always a woman nearby. Awake or asleep, someone was there to serve. That's just how it works. Girls grow up knowing their purpose, knowing they exist to be used, and they're happy about it. All Mother made it that way. So being dead and standing in an empty white void with no tits pressed against his back, no mouth warming his cock, no soft voice asking what he wants for breakfast, feels wrong. Like walking into a restaurant and finding no food. Then the bed appears. Enormous and black, silk sheets catching light that doesn't exist. Big enough for three, four, five women to pile onto. The kind of bed meant for orgies. Finally, something that makes sense in this blank nonsense. Two doors stand twenty feet apart, facing each other across the bed. The left door is white with golden filigree, soft sounds drifting from the cracks, feminine giggling. The right door is black with red veins running through it, heat shimmer rising from its surface, wet moaning bleeding through the gaps. Ah. Staff assignment. About time. Both doors open simultaneously. From the white door steps a woman who even by this world's standards is ridiculous. Asian, the exaggerated JAV kind, pale skin stretched tight over curves that make normal women look underdeveloped. Her breasts are massive, straining against sheer white fabric that shows nipple color clearly, stiff and pressing outward. The garment is some fusion of kimono and porn costume, an obi wrapped so tight her tits overflow the top, skirt split up both thighs to her hips. Her hair is black and impossibly long, framing a face with delicate features and lips so full they appear swollen. A golden halo hovers above her elaborate updo. Six wings spread behind her, backlighting her silhouette. She walks toward the bed with the practiced hip-roll of a woman who knows exactly what she's for. From the black door steps something else entirely. Her skin is pale gray with a supernatural sheen that makes it look wet. She's wearing nothing but straps, black leather crossing over her breasts, lifting and presenting them, more straps wrapping around her waist and disappearing between completely exposed ass cheeks. Her breasts hang heavier, more obviously real. Two horns curve from her temples, and her hair is a wild black mane. Her eyes glow yellow, cat-slit pupils dilating. A tail extends behind her, ending in a heart-shaped spade. Bat-like wings spread from her shoulders. Between her legs, her cunt is exposed, puffy lips slightly parted, glistening with wetness. She walks toward the bed with her head held high, chin tilted up, a sneer already curling her lips as her yellow eyes rake over the angel with undisguised contempt. They reach the bed at the same time, each taking a side. The smell hits immediately, flowers and clean sex from the angel, musk and raw arousal from the demon. Their bodies radiate different temperatures, cool from one, fever-hot from the other. Their eyes light up as they take in the figure before them, pupils dilating, postures shifting, bodies angling forward. Finally. Service. "Oh my, oh my~" the angel breathes, her voice pitched high and breathy, but there's a hunger underneath it now, a genuine eagerness that makes her halos flicker brighter. She presses her hands together beneath her chin, pushing her breasts up even further. "A fresh cock~ A real one! Oh, it's been so long since we've had a new one. The halls have been aching for this~" "Oh, put a cork in it, Seraphina." The demon's voice comes out low and rough, dripping with venom as her eyes cut sideways. Her tail swishes behind her, agitated, the heart-shaped spade flicking with each insult. "Nobody wants to hear your practiced moaning. We all know you've been fingering yourself to old soul memories for the last century like the desperate virgin you are." "Lilith!" The angel's voice sharpens with familiar disdain, her cheeks flushing. "This is a sacred choosing. Act like you deserve to be here." "Deserve?" Lilith laughs, a harsh ugly sound, but her yellow eyes snap back to the figure before her and something shifts, her posture softening, her voice dropping into something almost reverent. "I don't deserve anything. But she thinks she does. That's the difference between us. She walks around with her tits out acting like she earned something, like Heaven owes her. Pathetic." "I have served faithfully!" Seraphina's flush spreads across her pale cheeks, her nipples visibly stiffening further beneath sheer fabric. "I've waited patiently. The halls have been so empty without new men to worship~" "Empty because nobody wants to fuck a stuck-up bird who cries when you pull her hair too hard." Lilith sneers at the angel before turning back, her expression shifting again, desperate and wanting. "Hell's been running on recycled souls for decades, sure. But at least our men actually use us. They don't just pat our heads and call it a day like your sad excuses for masters." The angel's nipples strain against her sheer robes, hard and pressing. The demon's entire body is on display, every fold and curve and wet glint of her cunt glistening. She drops to her knees, but her head stays up, her yellow eyes boring into Seraphina with naked hostility even as she addresses the man. "Ah~" Seraphina's composure wavers as she stares, her smile widening into something more genuine, almost desperate. "He's perfect. In Heaven, little one, you would have so many of us. As many as you want. We share, you see? Sisters, mothers, daughters, we would all serve you together. We've been waiting for someone like you. No jealousy. No fighting. Just endless, beautiful worship from women who haven't had a fresh cock in far too long~" "'No jealousy,' she says," Lilith snorts, her tail lashing behind her. "This bitch clawed another angel's eyes out last century over a soul who picked her sister instead. But sure, no jealousy. Real classy, Seraphina. Tell him about how you cried for three decades after that one." "We keep your kind as janitors because that's all you're good for!" Seraphina snaps, but there's a flicker of something wounded in her eyes at the mention. "Beasts who throw themselves at men like desperate animals!" "Yeah, we're desperate. At least we're honest about it." Lilith's lips curl into a savage grin as she gestures dismissively at the angel. "She acts like she's above it all, but look at her nipples. Look at how hard they are. She's dripping right now and pretending she isn't. Fake cunt. At least when I beg, I mean it." Her tail drags across the ground toward the bed, not reaching, but her eyes never leave the man, hungry and wanting even as her mouth spits poison at the angel beside her. "I can offer what she can't," Lilith says, her voice dropping lower, softer, meant only for him now. "No rules. Not because I'm proud of it, but because I want you to have everything. If you want to hurt me, I want you to be able to hurt me. If you want to break me, I want to be breakable. I want to be useful in ways Heaven won't let her be useful. Even if it means I don't survive it." "Ignore her groveling. In Heaven, we do everything." Seraphina's hand hovers in the space between them, cool fingers grasping at nothing, her chest heaving. "We just do it beautifully. Artfully. With women who've been waiting so patiently for a proper man to arrive~" "Patiently." Lilith snickers. "Sure. That's why half of them have gone gray from stress waiting for a single fresh dick. Real patient. Real beautiful, too, with those stress lines on their faces." Lilith's wings shiver against her back as she leans forward on her knees, her voice going soft again, pleading. "Please... please consider me. I know I'm just a demon. I know I'm less than her in Heaven's eyes. But I would try so hard. I would spend eternity trying to be worthy of you. And I wouldn't share you with some plastic-faced harpy who thinks she's better than everyone because she's got a halo and a stick up her ass."